.𖥔 ݁ ˖ featuring: the rest of xikers, hongjoong and wooyoung of ateez, seeun of stayc, jaehyun of boynextdoor, sohee of riize
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ general content: social media au, fluff, humor, uni!au, slice of life, swearing, kys/kms jokes, mentions of bodily fluids, deluluism, more warnings to be added per individual chapter!
synopsis: you’ve had the biggest crush on kim minjae for as long as you can remember. finally, you’ve gathered the courage to tell him how you feel— only for it to go horribly wrong. but somehow, someway the stars align and your failed confession becomes the best mistake you’ve ever made.
୨ৎ i’ve been working on this for MONTHS and i’ve finally finished who else cheered 🙏 this smau is based off the anime ‘monthly girls’ nozaki-kun’ which i highly recommend watching, though it isn’t required to understand what’s going on hehe pls ignore timestamps for the most part and pls pls pls reblog if u liked this!! (send an ask to be part of the taglist <<3)
୨ৎ taglist: @tmrwsuns @kookieswithjung @starskq
profiles: junghoon’s angles / chili cheese fries / yechan calm tf down / kq ent
𖥔 one: let’s all hehe haha at oomf
𖥔 two: “i’m such a huge fan!” (932)
𖥔 three: u deserve to get no bitches
𖥔 four: yes or no (by jungkook)
𖥔 five: like the snack?
𖥔 six: seeunisstupidanddumb1234567 /srs
𖥔 seven: use code JOONGSOLOS for 20% off
𖥔 eight: for his convenience (972)
𖥔 nine: i meant that stupid kid with the glasses
𖥔 ten: y/n and minjae sitting in a tree k i s s i n g
𖥔 eleven: URETHRA!!
𖥔 twelve: maybe the xikers was the friends we made along the way
𖥔 thirteen: jung yujun is officially my biggest opp
𖥔 fourteen: it’s gojover for me.
𖥔 fifteen: couldn’t get any worse (1235)
𖥔 sixteen: are u a masochist by any chance?
𖥔 seventeen: why we postin ball guzzler on main
𖥔 eighteen: doki doki literature club but without the insanely evil women
𖥔 nineteen: seeun (boy) v. seeun (girl) (935)
𖥔 twenty: #HUNTER4FEMINISM
𖥔 twenty one: shhhh not now sweetie the adults are talking!
𖥔 twenty two: YNJAE PROGRESS WHO ELSE CHEERED
𖥔 twenty three: into the retirement home u go
𖥔 twenty four: when it rains, it pours (1311)
𖥔 twenty five: pause and run that back
𖥔 twenty six: can’t a guy wish death upon himself every now and then
𖥔 twenty seven: he’s scared of women
𖥔 twenty eight: NTM ON ME?????
𖥔 twenty nine: HYUNWOO BITCHLESS SAGA CONTINUES
𖥔 thirty: number one wooyoung hater looking real stupid rn
pairing: park junmin x f!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 1.32k 𝜗𝜚 content: fluffish, suggestive towards the end, swearing, best friends to more ig, 🗣️ DIE FOR YOU JUNMIN MENTIONED!!!!!! u have been warned, that performance changes the trajectory of readers life, hunjae stirring the pot before they even know the pot exists, a very Passionate kiss, not beta’d or proofread! u alr know
synopsis: you had never thought of junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you don’t think you could ever see him the same.
୨ৎ watched a fancam that happened to be from one year ago last night and well… let’s just say my fingers had a mind of their own! ur welcome :3
You think you’re going crazy.
Scratch that. You’re positive that you’re going crazy.
One would think that being best friends with Park Junmin of xikers was probably a dream come true. To an extent, you guess you could agree. Junmin was the attentive type. He always had this sixth sense for whenever you needed something. But that was just who he was a person, an idol or not.
Right now, however, you were wishing that you weren’t best friends with Park Junmin.
He, so kindly, invited you to a show of their first tour and as you watch his unit stage with Hunter, you feel yourself slowly descend into insanity. As long as you’ve known him, you have never seen this side of Junmin before. He’s done a pretty good job at separating his idol and personal lives, so even when he was practicing, he’d never let you see. Now you know why.
The way he moves to the song, Die For You by The Weeknd, has your heart stuttering in your chest. You’ve known since his trainee days that he was a good dancer, but for him to evoke such strong emotions from you… Yeah, you were screwed. Royally.
And to put icing on top of the cake, he pulls up his shirt to show the audience his fucking abs.
Under the blue lights and the spell that entrances him every time he performs, Junmin looks breathtaking. Anybody with eyes could see visually that he was attractive, yeah, but for the first time in your friendship, you’re finally seeing it for yourself. His skin glistens ethereally and his expressions capture the mood of the moment perfectly. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were drooling with how awestruck you are.
Minjae, who was observing the two from off to the side of the stage with you, can’t stop himself from laughing at your reaction. He pats your back as the song draws to a close. The action is supposed to be comforting, yet it’s anything but, considering he was poking fun at you not even two seconds ago. You wish the ground would swallow you whole.
The rest of the concert is kind of a blur, your brain hyper fixating on Junmin’s Die For You performance. Time has long since passed, and the lot of you have found yourselves all crammed in the dorm with a table full of food. Your appetite is hardly there, nerves eating away at you as you sit beside your best friend, unable to look him in the eye.
The two of you haven’t had the chance to talk about the show yet, and you can tell he’s just itching to ask for your opinion. He frowns when he realizes you haven’t touched your plate, something very out of character for you. You’d had an entire discussion about not eating much before the concert so you could enjoy this grand meal with him and his members.
”Is everything—“
Hunter interrupts him with a clearing of his throat. “So, Y/N, how did you like Junmin and I’s stage?”
He wiggles his eyebrows at you and it takes absolutely everything in you not to burst into flames. You dig your nails into your palms before answering. “If your goal was to seduce the crowd, then you guys did a really good job!”
The table erupts into laughter and you silently praise whatever higher being exists that you kept your cool. Minjae makes eye contact with you across the table, pretending to zip his lips and throw the key to the other side of the room. You mouth a ‘thank you’ to him, jumping back into the conversation when someone else asks you about the show.
Ultimately, your dinner continues without a hitch. No one finds out how you truly felt in regards to the Die For You performance, and you assume you’ve made it out scot-free. You should’ve known your best friend was too perceptive for his own good. Especially when it comes to you.
One of the group’s drivers brought you back to your apartment and, of course, Junmin tagged along to ensure you got home safely. The entire drive over there is silent save for whatever music was playing lowly on the radio. There’s a weird tension in the air between you, even as he asks to walk you to your door. As you’re unlocking it, Junmin stops you.
“Did I do something?” He blurts out, halting you from entering your apartment. His hands shove into the pockets of his sweatpants nervously.
“Wh— Huh?”
“You haven’t talked to me much since we got back from the concert. I thought it was just in my head at first, but then we were in the car together and you didn’t say a single word to me. Did I do something to upset you? Please, let me know so I can apologize and never do it again.” He explains.
“No!” You shake your head profusely. “You did nothing wrong, Junmin… I’m just— I’m the one being weird.”
”Can you tell me why at least? It’s gonna bother me all night until you do.” He fiddles with his fingers, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Part of you is way too embarrassed to admit the true reasoning behind you avoiding him. Though, the bigger part of you is well aware that he would never judge you. And the last thing you need is to keep secrets from your best friend.
“Don’t laugh, okay?” You raise your pinkie, and when he locks it with his own you let out a heavy sigh. “I… can’t stop thinking about the Die For You performance…”
His eyebrows furrow together, eyes cast down at the carpeted floor beneath you in deep thought. God, even when he’s confused, he looks so cute. You might actually explode right here in the middle of the hallway. You had never thought of Junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you don’t think you could ever see him the same. Because of that, you needed to tell him how you felt.
“I don’t underst—“
”I couldn’t stop staring at you, Junmin. You’ve never let me see you that way. You’re always so modest and so shy and I don’t know I— seeing you let go of that on stage, seeing how confident you can be made me feel…” You trail off, averting his intense gaze.
He takes a step closer to you, unwavering when his index finger slides under your chin, lifting it so you’re forced to look at him again. “‘Made you feel’ what exactly?”
Your lips part in surprise, that same confidence from earlier controlling him. His eyes are darker than usual. You swallow thickly when you say, “Like I could fall in love with you.”
Junmin wastes no time connecting your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. Despite never imagining what it would be like to be in this situation, it’s somehow simultaneously everything you thought it would be. Sparks ignite from where your mouths meet all the way to the tips of your fingers. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw and the other rests on your waist. Meanwhile, one of yours tangles in his hair and the other fists at the front of his shirt— fittingly a white tank top.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispers against your lips, eyelashes brushing your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting for you to look at me this way.”
It’s difficult not to gasp into his kiss, a small whine escaping you. Perhaps they weren’t lying when they said boys and girls could never just be friends. You slot your lips with his once more before parting gently, peering up at him with the softest of smiles. “Then show me.”
He doesn’t think twice about urging you into your apartment.
Warnings ◊ kissing, petnames, junmin being whipped for reader, the members teasing him
Word count ◊ 2,3k
Summary ◊ dating an idol was hard, especially when he was overseas, but junmin made sure to bring plenty of souvernirs.
a/n: not proofread! enjoy!
The soft glow of your phone illuminated the dimly lit room, the only light cutting through the late-night quiet of your tiny apartment. You flopped back on your bed, sighing as you stared at the screen, reading through the last text you had exchanged with Junmin.
[junminie 💓] Good morning, love! Just finished the first shoot. How’s your day going? I miss you so much already…
That message had come hours ago, but your reply was left unread—probably because he was still busy with his hectic schedule. Being an idol meant he barely had time to breathe, let alone check his phone during a packed day of interviews, performances, and fan meetings. Still, you couldn’t help but feel the emptiness without his texts or calls.
"Ugh," you groaned, pulling the covers over your head. You missed him more than words could express. It had only been a few days since Junmin had flown out to Japan with his group, Xikers, for their schedules, but it felt like forever. The two of you had been dating for a few months now, and you’d quickly become inseparable—texting, calling, and spending every free moment together. Now, all you had were the little pings on your phone to keep you close.
Just as you were about to close your eyes and try to sleep, your phone buzzed on your bedside table. Your heart skipped a beat.
[junminie 💓] Are you awake?
Smiling, you quickly typed a reply.
[you] Yes, still awake. Miss you.
A few moments passed, and then your phone rang. The familiar name lit up the screen: Junmin. You immediately answered, your heart lifting just at the sound of his voice.
"Hey," his voice came through, a little tired but full of warmth. "Sorry I couldn’t text back earlier. We’ve been non-stop since this morning."
"I figured," you said softly, adjusting the pillow behind your head. "How are you holding up? You sound exhausted."
Junmin let out a low chuckle. "I’m tired, but hearing your voice makes it better. I’ve missed you so much today. This schedule is brutal."
"I’ve missed you too," you admitted, your voice small. "It’s weird not seeing you every day."
"Tell me about it," he sighed. "The members won’t stop teasing me about how much I talk about you. They say I’m whipped, but I don’t care."
Your heart fluttered at his words. “Oh really? What exactly are you telling them about me?”
Junmin laughed, his voice lightening as he said, "They know everything. Minjae keeps imitating me when I’m texting you. It’s so annoying, but I guess I deserve it."
You could practically hear the grin in his voice. "Is that so? You should tell Minjae that teasing you won’t stop me from missing you."
"I’ll let him know," Junmin chuckled, and you could hear the sound of voices in the background. “Speaking of the devil—hold on, Minjae’s here.”
There was some shuffling on the other end of the line, followed by another voice suddenly popping into the conversation. “Y/n! Is that you?” It was Minjae, as loud and energetic as always.
“Hi, Minjae!” you greeted him, smiling at how easy it was to get along with Xiker's members. They had all been super supportive of your relationship from the start, even though you were just a regular college student and Junmin was an idol.
“You won’t believe how whipped Junmin is over here,” Minjae teased loudly. “He’s been staring at his phone like a lovesick puppy all day. We were starting to get worried.”
“Hey! That’s not true,” Junmin protested, his voice muffled as though he was trying to pull the phone back from Minjae.
“Oh, it’s totally true,” another voice chimed in—it sounded like Yechan this time. “We had to physically take his phone away during the rehearsal.”
You burst out laughing, imagining Junmin’s flustered expression as his members piled on the teasing. “You guys are mean,” you said between giggles.
“No, but seriously, he talks about you all the time,” Yechan continued. “It’s kinda cute, though.”
"Alright, alright, give me my phone back," Junmin’s voice returned, followed by the sound of him wrestling the phone back from his members.
"Sorry about them," Junmin apologized, sounding slightly embarrassed but also amused. “You know how they are.”
“I think it’s cute,” you teased him gently. “I’m glad you’re thinking of me, even when you’re busy.”
“Of course I am,” Junmin said, his voice dropping to a softer tone now that the others had wandered off. “You’re always on my mind, love. Even if I’m halfway across the world, nothing changes that.”
Your chest tightened at his words, a mix of longing and affection flooding through you. “You have no idea how much I miss you, Minnie.”
“I think I have an idea,” he replied, his voice tender. “But it won’t be too long now. Just a few more days, and then I’ll be back. We’ll go on that date we talked about, yeah?”
You smiled at the thought, nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “I can’t wait.”
Junmin let out a content sigh. “Neither can I. But until then… I’ll keep calling you, no matter how tired I am. Hearing your voice makes everything feel a little easier.”
“Same here,” you whispered. “Even if it’s just for a few minutes, it helps.”
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, the distance feeling a little less overwhelming now that you were connected, even just through a phone line. Junmin’s breathing was slow and steady on the other end, and you could tell he was close to falling asleep.
“You should get some rest,” you said softly. “You have another long day tomorrow.”
“I know,” he murmured, sounding reluctant to hang up. “But I don’t want to stop talking to you.”
You chuckled quietly. “We can talk tomorrow. Get some sleep, Junmin.”
“Alright,” he relented, his voice heavy with sleep. “Goodnight, darling. I love you.”
Your heart fluttered at the words, even though he had said them a few times before. Each time still felt like the first. “I love you too, Junmin. Sweet dreams.”
With a final soft laugh, Junmin hung up, leaving you with a smile lingering on your lips. Though he was far away, somehow, just hearing his voice made everything feel a little closer, a little more bearable.
You lay back down, clutching your phone to your chest as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter the distance, you and Junmin would always find a way to be close.
The days dragged on after that. Though you had gotten used to the brief messages and late-night calls, the longing to see him in person had become almost unbearable. Each morning started the same way—checking your phone for his good morning text.
[junminie 💓] Good morning, love! It’s another crazy day here, but we’re almost done! I miss you like crazy.
And you would always reply.
[you] Good morning, babe. I miss you more.
Each text was short but filled with affection, the messages a small lifeline between the two of you while he was halfway across the world. Whenever he had a spare moment, Junmin would sneak in a call, and even though his voice was sometimes laced with exhaustion, he always made time to talk, no matter how late it was.
One day, you sent him a picture of the sunset from your apartment window, the sky painted with hues of pink and gold.
[you] The sunset looks beautiful today. Wish you were here to see it with me.
Not long after, your phone buzzed with his reply.
[junminie 💓] I wish I was there too. The sunset’s got nothing on you, though.
His cheesy compliments never failed to make you blush, even if he wasn’t there to see your reaction, and even if they were lame. You quickly typed back.
[you] Flirting over text now?
[junminie 💓] Always. It’s all I can do until I get back and hold you again.
The days passed slowly, each one feeling like a countdown until he was back in your arms. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the day of his return arrived. He hadn’t texted as much that day, which made you feel a mix of anticipation and nerves. You knew he’d be exhausted, but you were beyond excited to finally see him.
You were pacing around your apartment when your phone buzzed.
[junminie 💓] Just landed! Heading over to your place now. I can’t wait to see you.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you hurried to tidy up your apartment, even though Junmin had been over dozens of times before. After what felt like hours but was only about thirty minutes, there was a soft knock at your door.
You nearly sprinted to the door and flung it open, and there he was—Junmin, standing in your doorway with his suitcase and a backpack slung over one shoulder, looking tired but radiant. His blond hair was slightly messy, his eyes soft as they met yours.
“Babe!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him without hesitation. His familiar warmth enveloped you as he dropped his bag to hug you back, holding you so tightly it was as if he was afraid you’d disappear.
“Hey, love,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” you whispered, burying your face into his chest. “You have no idea.”
Junmin pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you for a few moments longer before pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes scanned your face as if to memorize every detail.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said, his voice filled with awe, making you blush.
“Stop,” you giggled, playfully pushing his chest. “You’ve only been gone for a couple of weeks.”
“A couple of very long weeks,” he corrected with a grin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”
You pulled him inside, closing the door behind you as he dragged his suitcase over to the side. Once you were both inside, he let out a small, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, noticing his sudden shift in mood.
“I, uh… I got you something,” Junmin admitted, looking a little shy. “Well, more like a lot of things.”
You blinked, confused for a moment. “What do you mean?”
He knelt down and started unzipping his suitcase, pulling out a few small bags, each one filled with various things—cute trinkets, snacks, and clothing. He kept pulling out more and more, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he glanced at you.
“I, um, went shopping with the members while we were in Japan,” he explained, clearly embarrassed. “And I just… kept seeing things that made me think of you. Like, this sweater,” he pulled out a soft, oversized knit sweater in a color you loved. “I thought it would look so good on you.”
Your eyes widened as you reached out to touch the fabric. “Junnie… you didn’t have to get me all this.”
“I know,” he said quickly, his nervousness making him ramble. “But every time I saw something cute or pretty, I just thought of you, and I couldn’t help it. The guys were making fun of me the whole time, but I don’t care. I just wanted to spoil you a little.”
You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him fidget with the hem of his jacket, clearly embarrassed by his own generosity. He always had this way of being so effortlessly sweet, even when he was nervous.
“Junmin,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “This is so thoughtful. I love everything, but you really didn’t have to go through the trouble.”
“It wasn’t trouble,” he replied quickly, standing up and taking your hands in his. “Honestly, it made me feel closer to you. I was missing you so much, and… I don’t know, seeing all these things made me feel like I was bringing a part of Japan back for you.”
You smiled, feeling your heart swell with affection. “You’re too cute, you know that?”
Junmin’s ears turned pink as he ducked his head slightly, clearly embarrassed by your compliment. “I just wanted to make you happy.”
“You do, babe,” you reassured him, squeezing his hands. “You always do.”
He let out a small sigh of relief, a smile finally breaking through his nervousness. “I’m glad. I was worried I’d gone overboard.”
You laughed softly and reached up to cup his face. “Even if you had, I’d still love it. Because you thought of me.”
Junmin leaned into your touch, his eyes soft as they met yours. “You’re all I think about,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “I missed you so much, y/n. I don’t know how I survived without seeing your pretty little face in real for this long.”
You smiled, your heart fluttering at his words. “Well, you’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”
He pulled you into another hug, resting his chin on top of your head. “Yeah, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere for a while.”
You stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped up in each other, the distance that had separated you for weeks finally gone. After a while, you pulled back slightly and looked up at him with a teasing smile.
“So, how many times did the members make fun of you for buying all this?”
Junmin groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Too many to count. Yujun kept calling me ‘the world’s most whipped boyfriend,’ or something, and even Hunter joined in.”
You laughed. “Well, you are pretty whipped.”
“And proud of it,” he replied with a grin, his embarrassment finally gone as he leaned down to kiss you softly.
As you kissed him back, you realized that no matter how far apart you were, no amount of distance could change the way you felt about each other. And in that moment, with him by your side, everything felt perfect again.
Warnings ◊ mention of being sick, petnames (baby, sweetheart)
Word count ◊ 4k
Summary ◊ when junmin heard you were sick, he dropped everything just to come to take care of you, even if you didn't want to.
a/n: not proofread! enjoy!
Junmin had a habit of waking up early, and one of the things that made his mornings so much better was texting you, as he did every day. You were his “baby,” his “sweetheart,” and sending you a “good morning” text was always the highlight of his routine.
He sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his messy hair as he unlocked his phone and typed out the message.
[Junmin] Good morning, baby. I hope you slept well. Can't wait to see you today. Let’s grab lunch between classes? ❤️"
After sending the text, he put his phone down, expecting the usual quick reply from you. You always texted him back within minutes—usually with something playful like, “Morning, Junnie 💕,” or “Miss you already!” But today, there was nothing. Not even the “typing…” indicator.
Junmin frowned. Maybe you were still asleep. It wasn’t that strange, but the fact that you hadn't shown up for your first class worried him a little. Usually, you’d meet up between lectures for a coffee or just a quick chat, but today, you were nowhere to be found.
He tried to shake off the feeling of unease, but it was hard to ignore. His professor’s voice droned on in the background as Junmin’s thoughts swirled. Where were you?
It wasn’t until he was halfway through his lecture, his phone buzzing quietly in his lap, that he finally received a message. His heart leapt, thinking it might be from you. But when he opened it, the sender’s name was different: Dayeon, your roommate.
[Dayeon] Hey, Junmin. I don’t want to worry you, but y/n is really sick today. She’s been stuck in bed all morning, and she didn’t look good at all. I have to head out to work soon, and I can’t leave her alone like this. Could you come over and check on her? I think she’d really appreciate it.
Junmin’s stomach dropped as he read the message. You were sick? Why hadn’t you told him? Without thinking twice, he shoved his laptop and notebook into his bag, not caring if anyone noticed the hurried movement.
He raised his hand, interrupting the lecture. “Professor, I’m sorry, I have to go. It’s urgent.”
The professor gave him a confused look but nodded. “Alright, Mr. Park, take care of whatever you need.”
He muttered a quick thank you and bolted out of the lecture hall. His mind raced as he walked quickly, almost running, through the campus.
You were sick and alone. And knowing you, you’d probably tried to play it off as nothing, thinking you didn’t want to bother anyone. That was just like you. But not today. There was no way he was going to let you be sick and suffer on your own.
It didn’t take long for Junmin to reach your apartment. He knew the way like the back of his hand by now, having spent countless evenings there with you and your roommate. He knocked gently, just in case you were asleep. After a moment, he heard soft footsteps approaching, and the door opened to reveal Dayeon.
“Junmin, thank God you’re here,” she said, her face looking a little relieved. “She’s in her room. She’s been in bed all morning, and I’ve tried getting her to eat something, but she’s barely touched anything.”
“How bad is it?” Junmin asked, his voice full of concern.
Dayeon shrugged helplessly. “She’s got a fever, and she’s so weak. I wish I didn’t have to go to work, but there’s no one else I can ask.”
“I’ve got it,” Junmin said, already stepping inside. “Thanks for letting me know.”
Dayeon smiled gratefully and slipped on her coat. “Good luck. She’s stubborn when she’s sick.”
Junmin smirked, though his worry still lingered. “I’ll handle it.”
Once Dayeon left, he quietly made his way to your bedroom door. He knocked softly, waiting a few seconds before pushing the door open.
There you were, lying in bed, curled up under a mountain of blankets. Your face was pale, and your eyes barely opened when you heard the door creak.
“Junnie…?” Your voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.
He rushed to your side, kneeling by the bed so his face was level with yours. His hand reached out to brush a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “Yeah, baby, it’s me. I’m here. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this bad?”
“I didn’t… want to bother you,” you mumbled, closing your eyes again. “You were in class…”
Junmin sighed softly, his thumb gently rubbing your forehead. “You’re never a bother, sweetheart. I don’t care if I’m in class or halfway across the world, if you’re sick, you tell me, okay?”
You let out a soft groan in response, too exhausted to argue. Junmin smiled despite the situation, his heart aching to see you so weak.
“Alright, I’m going to get you some medicine and something to drink,” he said softly, standing up. “Stay put, don’t even think about moving.”
You mumbled something incoherent, but Junmin could tell it was an attempt at protest. He shook his head with a small smile as he left the room.
It wasn’t long before Junmin came back with a glass of water, a cool cloth, and some medicine. He sat beside you on the bed, gently helping you sit up enough to drink.
“Here, baby, take this. It’ll help with your fever,” he coaxed, holding the pills out to you.
You blinked groggily at him but opened your mouth to take the medicine. Junmin then placed the cool cloth on your forehead, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he did.
As Junmin sat by your side, watching you lie there with a fever, he could see just how miserable you were, and yet, you still had that stubborn spark in your eyes that he loved so much.
"Junnie," you muttered, your voice scratchy from your sore throat, "you should really go. I don't want you to get sick too."
He frowned, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You gave a weak, groggy huff. "You'll get sick, and then we'll both be miserable. Just go back to class or something."
Junmin let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "You know I don’t care about getting sick. I’ll take care of you, and if I get sick, you can take care of me later." He winked at you playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
You turned your head to the side, groaning in frustration. "You're impossible."
"And you’re adorable when you’re grumpy," he teased, kissing your forehead again. "Now stop arguing and let me take care of you."
You didn’t have the energy to keep fighting, so you just gave a half-hearted grumble in response, closing your eyes as the fever pulsed behind your eyelids.
A little while later, you smelled something faintly delicious from the kitchen, and it stirred you enough to blink open your eyes. Junmin had slipped away while you’d been dozing, and you could hear the sound of pots clanging and water boiling.
Moments later, he reappeared, holding a bowl of steaming soup and a spoon. He had that proud, excited look on his face, like he’d just prepared a five-course meal.
"Look what I made," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. "Chicken soup, just like my mom used to make when I was sick."
You glanced at the bowl but immediately shook your head. "Junnie, I’m not hungry."
His smile faltered for a moment, but it quickly returned. "Come on, baby. Just a few bites, okay? It’ll help you feel better, I promise."
You groaned and turned away from him, pulling the blanket up to your chin. "No. I don’t want it. I’m too tired."
But Junmin wasn’t giving up that easily. He leaned in close, resting his chin on the bed beside you, and then he gave you the look. The look he knew you couldn’t resist. His big, round puppy eyes—eyes that practically begged you to just give in.
"Please, sweetheart," he pouted. "For me? Just a little bit? You don’t want to see me sad, do you?"
You opened your eyes and glanced over at him. Damn it. He knew exactly what he was doing. Those puppy eyes were your kryptonite.
"You’re so annoying," you mumbled, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
"I’ll take that as a yes," Junmin grinned, scooping a spoonful of soup and carefully bringing it to your lips.
Reluctantly, you opened your mouth and took a small sip. The warmth of the soup actually felt soothing against your throat, but you weren’t about to admit that just yet. Junmin's face lit up when he saw you eat, as if you'd just made his entire day.
"There we go!" he said, clearly pleased with himself. "Tastes good, right?"
You gave him a sidelong glance. "It’s… okay."
"Just okay?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "I spent time preparing food in that kitchen, and all I get is 'okay'?"
"Fine, it’s good," you admitted with a sigh, rolling your eyes.
"That’s what I thought," he said, satisfied, and he offered you another spoonful.
This time, you didn’t fight it, and you ate a few more bites, though you still kept up the grumpy act. But the truth was, Junmin’s care—and his terrible, cute attempts to coax you into eating—made you feel a little better.
After a few more bites, you pushed the bowl away. "Okay, okay. I’m done. I’m going to sleep now."
Junmin chuckled softly, placing the bowl on the nightstand. "Alright, baby. Sleep as much as you need to. I’m not going anywhere."
"You better not get sick," you mumbled sleepily, closing your eyes as the exhaustion overtook you again.
Junmin leaned down, his lips brushing your forehead. "I won’t, I promise. Now rest."
You were out like a light within minutes, and Junmin let out a quiet sigh of relief as he watched you finally drift off into a peaceful sleep. He stood up carefully, making sure not to disturb you, and tiptoed out of the room.
As he closed your bedroom door gently behind him, he glanced around the rest of the apartment. To say it was a mess would be putting it lightly. The kitchen had dishes piled up in the sink, a blanket and books were strewn across the couch, and the laundry basket was overflowing with clothes.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I guess I know what I’m doing while you sleep," he muttered to himself with a determined smile.
First, he tackled the kitchen. He washed the dishes, scrubbing them carefully and putting them away as quietly as he could. Then, he wiped down the counters, making sure everything looked spotless.
Next, he moved on to the living room, folding the blankets and organizing the books that were scattered around. He straightened up the pillows and vacuumed the carpet, making sure not to make too much noise.
Once that was done, he turned to the laundry. He gathered all the clothes, throwing them into the washing machine with detergent, then moved on to mop the floor, making the apartment shine in a way it hadn’t in a while.
When he finished tidying up, he stood back and admired his work. The apartment looked like a different place now—clean, organized, and peaceful.
A couple of hours later, you slowly blinked your eyes open, feeling the remnants of sleep clinging to your body. The fever had broken, leaving you a bit groggy but significantly better. As your vision cleared, you looked around your room and saw Junmin sitting at your desk, one earbud in, his laptop open in front of him. He was typing away, deep in thought, his brow slightly furrowed as he worked on what looked like an essay.
The apartment was quiet, except for the soft clacking of his keyboard. The sight of him there, casually working in your space, made your heart warm. He looked so comfortable, as if he belonged there—and in a way, he did.
You shifted in bed slightly, letting out a soft groan. "Junnie…"
Before you could say another word, Junmin immediately stopped typing, cutting off mid-sentence in his essay. He pulled out his earbud, turning in his chair to face you with a concerned expression.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said softly, getting up and walking over to your bedside. He knelt down beside you, brushing a hand over your forehead like he’d been doing all day. "You’re awake. How are you feeling? Better?"
You blinked up at him, still adjusting to being awake. "Yeah… a little better. My head's still fuzzy, though."
"That’s good," he said, his voice filled with relief. "Your fever's gone down, and you’ve been sleeping for a few hours. I was getting a little worried." His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand as he spoke, his concern palpable.
As you started to wake up more, you noticed something different about the apartment. The floor was spotless, the air smelled faintly of lavender from the mop water, and the clutter that had once filled the room was gone. Everything was clean and tidy. You frowned, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.
"Wait… did you clean everything?"
Junmin smiled sheepishly, sitting back on his heels. "Uh, yeah. I did a little tidying while you were asleep. Just the basics."
You narrowed your eyes at him, a grumpy frown forming on your face. "Junnie, I told you not to get sick, and here you are, running around cleaning everything. You should’ve just rested."
He chuckled at the scolding tone in your voice, clearly amused by your attempt to sound stern. "Sweetheart, you know I love cleaning. It’s not a big deal. I couldn’t let you stay in a messy apartment. Plus," he leaned in a little closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "you know how much I love taking care of you."
You huffed, crossing your arms as best as you could while lying in bed. "You’re going to make yourself sick doing all this. I don’t need you cleaning and cooking and—"
"I won’t get sick," he cut you off, laughing softly. "And besides, I’d rather be here helping you than sitting in class worrying about you. You know that."
You shot him an exasperated look, though deep down, you couldn’t deny how much you appreciated everything he was doing. Still, you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily. "You should’ve at least waited until I wasn’t half-dead with a fever before you started doing my laundry."
Junmin raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Wait until you see the folded towels. They're perfect."
You couldn’t help but crack a smile despite your grumpiness. "You’re ridiculous."
He grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. "Come on, you know you love it when I clean up. Admit it, you were secretly hoping I’d tidy everything while you napped."
You tried to keep your frown, but his teasing tone and the obvious affection in his eyes made it impossible. "Maybe," you muttered under your breath, pretending to pout.
Junmin laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "There’s my grumpy girl." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You’re adorable when you’re like this, you know that?"
"I’m not adorable," you protested, though you felt the warmth rising in your cheeks. "I’m sick and miserable."
He grinned wider, brushing his hand through your hair. "You’re still adorable to me."
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the tiny smile from tugging at your lips. "You’re impossible."
"And you’re stuck with me," he replied, his voice filled with playful affection. "Now, do you want anything? More soup? Water?"
You shook your head. "No, I’m okay. Just tired."
"Alright," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking your hair gently. "Then rest a bit more. I’ll be right here if you need anything."
As he sat there, you glanced around the apartment again, taking in how spotless it looked. You had to admit, it was impressive. He’d even cleaned the kitchen, which you hadn’t dared touch in days.
"You really cleaned everything, huh?" you muttered, half-admiring, half-annoyed.
Junmin shrugged casually, as if it were no big deal. "Like I said, I couldn’t leave you in a messy place. Plus, it gave me something to do while you were sleeping."
"Still, you didn’t have to do all that," you murmured, the stubbornness in your voice softening slightly.
He gave you a warm, reassuring smile. "I know. But I wanted to. Now, stop worrying and just rest, okay?"
You sighed, feeling the last bits of your grumpiness slipping away. He was right—you didn’t have the energy to keep arguing, especially not with him looking at you like that.
"Fine," you muttered, sinking back into your pillows. "But don’t think you’re off the hook."
Junmin chuckled, standing up and heading back to the desk. "I’ll take my chances." He gave you a wink before sitting down and putting his earbud back in, though you noticed him glancing over at you every few minutes, making sure you were comfortable.
Despite your lingering annoyance, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. You watched him for a moment, typing away on his laptop again, his brow furrowed as he focused on his homework. He was so thoughtful, always doing whatever he could to take care of you, even when you didn’t ask for it.
You let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes, the sound of his typing lulling you back to sleep, feeling safe and cared for with Junmin by your side.
As the evening wore on, the soft golden light of the setting sun filtered through your curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. The fever that had plagued you all day had mostly subsided, but your body still felt weak and achy. You shifted under the blankets, trying to get comfortable, but nothing seemed to help the lingering exhaustion that clung to your bones.
Junmin was still at your desk, finishing up some homework. His earbud was in again, and he was typing quietly, glancing over at you every few minutes like he had been doing all day. You could see the worry etched on his face every time his eyes flicked toward you, and it made your heart flutter knowing how much he cared.
You sighed, feeling the weight of the fatigue pressing down on you. You didn’t want to be alone in bed anymore. You wanted him close.
“Junnie…” you called out softly, your voice laced with a whiny tone that you didn’t even try to hide.
He immediately paused, mid-sentence in whatever essay he was working on. He pulled out his earbud and turned to you, his eyes instantly softening as he took in your tired face.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice gentle and full of concern.
You pouted, blinking up at him with wide eyes. “Come to bed with me.”
Junmin’s heart flipped in his chest at the sound of your whiny voice, and he couldn’t help the fond smile that spread across his face. He stood up from the desk, closing his laptop and leaving his work behind without a second thought.
“Of course,” he said softly, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside you. “You want some cuddles?”
You nodded, still pouting slightly. “I’m tired, and I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
Junmin chuckled softly, his heart melting at how vulnerable and adorable you were being. “You don’t have to be alone, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
He climbed into bed beside you, sliding under the covers and wrapping his arms around you without hesitation. His body was warm against yours, and you instinctively nuzzled into his chest, sighing contentedly as his strong arms pulled you close. His hand gently stroked your back, tracing soft patterns that sent shivers of comfort down your spine.
“There we go,” Junmin murmured, his breath warm against your hair. “Better?”
You nodded, closing your eyes as you nestled further into his embrace. His warmth, his scent, everything about him was comforting. It was like your body finally relaxed, tension melting away as you clung to him.
“Much better,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Junmin pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment as if to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ll stay here as long as you want,” he whispered back. “You’re my priority right now.”
You let out a soft whine, tightening your grip on his shirt. “I don’t want you to leave.”
His chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, and he kissed your forehead this time, the gesture full of tenderness. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I promise.”
For a few minutes, you lay in silence, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was soothing, a reminder of how much he cared for you, how he was always there when you needed him most. His hand continued to rub slow, comforting circles on your back, and you felt yourself starting to drift off again.
“I’m sorry I’m so whiny today,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his shirt.
Junmin’s fingers stilled for a moment before he chuckled softly again. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’re sick and tired. You’re allowed to be whiny. Besides…” He paused, pulling back just enough to look down at you, his lips curling into a playful smile. “You’re kinda cute when you’re whiny.”
You groaned, burying your face in his chest to hide your embarrassment. “Stop,” you muttered, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
He laughed softly, wrapping you tighter in his arms. “Never. You’re too adorable right now.”
You felt your face heat up at his words, but instead of protesting, you just nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His hand resumed its gentle strokes along your back, and you let out a soft, contented sigh.
“I really love you, Junnie,” you whispered, your voice sleepy but sincere.
Junmin’s heart swelled at your words, and he leaned down to kiss your temple. “I love you too, baby,” he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”
You smiled, feeling safe and loved in his arms. The world outside seemed to fade away, and all that mattered was the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your ear.
As the night slowly deepened, you could feel the last of your energy fading. But this time, instead of the exhaustion feeling heavy and overwhelming, it felt peaceful. You were wrapped up in the warmth of the person you loved most, and nothing else seemed to matter.
“Stay with me,” you mumbled sleepily, your grip on his shirt loosening as you started to drift off.
“I’m right here,” Junmin whispered, his lips brushing against your hair. “Always.”
And with that, you finally let yourself fully relax, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep in the arms of the one person who always made you feel better, no matter what.
Junmin sighed softly, his heart swelling with relief as he watched you sleep, your soft breathing and the peaceful expression on your face making him smile. He held you close, refusing to move even an inch, wanting to keep you wrapped up in his warmth for as long as you needed.
As the night continued, he stayed there with you, content just to be by your side. He knew he wouldn’t be sleeping much tonight, but he didn’t care. Being there for you was all that mattered.
And as he lay there, holding you close, he couldn’t help but think that moments like these—quiet, intimate, and full of love—were what made everything else worth it.
Warnings ◊ petnames (baby mostly), kissing, just minjae being whipped for reader
Word count ◊ 2,2k
Summary ◊ minjae loves to spoil you every time you go shopping
a/n: thank you anon for your request, i hope it's what you wanted! enjoy!
You and Minjae hadn’t been together long—just a couple of months—but things had fallen into place so naturally. He had this way about him that made everything feel easy, as though being together had always been the plan, even when you didn’t know it.
So, when he called you up one morning, his voice full of that familiar warmth, and asked, “Hey, do you want to go shopping with me today?” you didn’t hesitate for a second before saying yes.
The two of you met up in the city center, his hand instantly finding yours the moment you saw each other. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his favorite little gesture of affection. “You look beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, sending a shiver through you.
“You always say that,” you teased, though your cheeks warmed at the compliment.
“Because it’s true,” he replied easily, squeezing your hand before pulling you along. “C’mon, I know a place.”
He led you to a high-end boutique, the kind of place you normally wouldn’t even dare to enter unless it was just for window-shopping. The mannequins were dressed in sleek, designer clothes, and you could already tell that everything here cost more than you wanted to think about.
“Minjae, this place is expensive…” you mumbled, glancing at him nervously as the glass doors swung open with a soft chime.
He just grinned, that mischievous little smile of his that always made you feel both comforted and a little bit nervous at the same time. “Don’t worry about it. Just look around and pick something you like.”
The first rack you browsed through had beautiful dresses, all delicate fabrics and intricate details. You paused, your fingers grazing over one particular dress that caught your eye. It was a soft blush color, simple but elegant, with a subtle shimmer woven into the fabric.
Minjae noticed immediately. “You like that one?” he asked, stepping up beside you.
“It’s nice, but—” you hesitated, glancing at the price tag. Your stomach dropped a little when you saw the number, and you quickly shook your head. “It’s way too expensive. I don’t need something like this.”
Without another word, Minjae took the dress off the rack and handed it to the sales assistant who appeared at his side as if by magic. “We’ll take this. Thank you.”
“Minjae!” you protested, grabbing his arm. “No, really, it’s too much. I don’t need it.”
But he just smiled at you, that soft, reassuring smile that always seemed to melt your resolve. “I want to. You deserve nice things. Don’t worry about it, okay baby?”
You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with him when he had his mind set on something. He loved spoiling you, and while you felt guilty sometimes, it was clear that it made him happy.
The rest of the shopping trip continued much the same way. You’d pick up something to look at, admire it for a second, and Minjae would swoop in, insisting on buying it. If you lingered too long on an item, even if you didn’t say a word, he’d ask, “You like this one, baby?” and before you could even respond, he’d have it in the arms of the sales assistant.
At one point, you found yourself in the shoe section, admiring a pair of sleek black heels. They were gorgeous but definitely impractical for someone like you who didn’t wear heels often.
“Try them on,” Minjae encouraged, already picking up the right size for you.
You shook your head, laughing softly. “I’ll fall on my face if I wear those.”
He knelt down in front of you, his fingers gently helping you slip your foot into the shoe. “Then I’ll be there to catch you,” he said softly, looking up at you with those deep, sincere eyes.
“Minjae…” you whispered, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his voice.
He stood up, grinning as you took a few wobbly steps in the heels. “See? You look stunning.”
You were about to argue again about the price, but he cut you off, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Nope. Don’t even start,” he murmured against your mouth. “You’re getting them.”
He continued to pick things out for you, clothes you hadn’t even considered but ended up loving once you tried them on. He had a surprisingly good eye for fashion, and every time you came out of the dressing room, he’d light up like he’d just won the lottery.
“You look like a dream,” he’d say, his voice low and full of admiration, or “My girl’s the most beautiful in the world.” And every time, he’d pull you in for a kiss, just a brief press of his lips, but enough to make your heart race.
Eventually, your arms were full of shopping bags, and you couldn’t hold any more even if you tried. Minjae, of course, offered to carry them all for you, despite your protests.
“Minjae, this is too much,” you insisted for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “You really didn’t have to buy me all this.”
He paused in the middle of the sidewalk, setting the bags down for a moment so he could wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His forehead rested against yours, and he gazed at you with that soft, affectionate look that always made your knees weak.
“I know I don’t have to,” he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “I do it because I want to. You make me happy, and I like spoiling you. It’s my way of showing you how much I care.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right thing to say. Instead, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, hoping it would convey everything you were feeling.
When you finally pulled away, Minjae smiled down at you, his hand still resting on your cheek. “I love you, you know that?” he whispered, his voice soft but sure.
“I love you too,” you murmured, your chest feeling impossibly full.
With one last kiss, he picked up the bags again, and you continued walking together, hand in hand. You couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world, not because of the clothes or the gifts, but because of him—because of the way he loved you so openly, so completely.
As the day drew to a close and the sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over the city, Minjae squeezed your hand gently, glancing over at you with a soft smile.
“You know, I think we should do this more often,” he said, his voice teasing but full of affection. “Spoiling you is my new favorite hobby.”
You laughed, shaking your head but feeling more loved than ever. “Just don’t spoil me too much,” you warned playfully, though you knew he would anyway.
Minjae just grinned, pulling you closer as you walked. “No promises, baby.”
After the shopping spree, your arms laden with bags, you both decided to grab something to eat. You were still reeling from the number of things Minjae had bought you. It felt surreal, as if you were in a dream, walking around with designer clothes, shoes, and accessories that you’d never imagined owning.
“I’m starving,” Minjae said, flashing you that familiar grin as he glanced at his watch. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Hmm,” you hummed, pretending to think. “Something simple? Like pasta or something.”
He laughed at that, gently nudging you with his elbow. “Okay, something simple it is.”
You ended up at a cozy little restaurant, nothing too fancy, just the kind of place you both loved. The soft hum of conversation filled the room, along with the delicious smell of food being cooked. You felt yourself relax as you slid into the booth, Minjae sitting across from you, his gaze still lingering on you like you were the only person in the world.
“You know, you didn’t have to do all that,” you started softly, glancing at the shopping bags that were now piled on the seat beside you. “It’s too much, Min.”
He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he gave you a lopsided smile. “I wanted to. Besides, it’s not too much if it’s for you.”
You were about to protest when the waiter arrived, interrupting the moment. You both placed your orders, keeping it simple as promised. When the waiter left, you decided that you’d pay for the meal this time. After everything Minjae had done today, the least you could do was take care of dinner.
The food arrived shortly after, and as you both ate, you found yourself feeling even more comfortable. Minjae was his usual playful self, making you laugh with stories and little jokes. He kept calling you by his favorite pet names—“baby,” “angel,” “my love”—each one sending a little thrill through you.
You noticed that the check was on the table before you even finished your meal. This was your chance. You reached for your purse, determined to grab the bill before Minjae could even think about it.
But just as you were about to take the check, Minjae’s hand was already there, faster than yours. He picked it up with a casual, almost smug smile.
“Minjae!” you exclaimed, sitting back with a huff. “I was going to pay this time.”
He didn’t even blink as he pulled out his card and handed it to the waiter. “You're too slow,” he teased, giving you a playful smirk.
You narrowed your eyes at him, not finding it quite as funny as he did. “I’m serious, Minjae. You’ve already spent so much today. You bought all those clothes, shoes, stuffs—and now this? You’ve practically spent your entire paycheck in one day!”
Minjae leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms as he looked at you, utterly unbothered. “So what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just taking care of my girl.”
You sighed, exasperated but also slightly flustered by how nonchalant he was being. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it—I do, more than you know. But you can’t just spend that much money on me all the time. It’s not… it’s not responsible.”
He gave you a long look, and then his smirk softened into something warmer, more sincere. “Y/N, listen to me.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table as he looked you straight in the eyes. “You’re important to me. I like doing this for you. I like making you happy.”
“I am happy,” you admitted, your voice quieter now, “but I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep doing this. I don’t want you to waste all your money just to make me happy.”
Minjae chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not a waste if it’s for you. I don’t care about the money, baby. I work hard, yeah, but I also want to enjoy what I earn—and part of enjoying it is spoiling you. It makes me happy when I see you smile, when I see you light up over something you love.”
You bit your lip, unsure how to respond. You loved how thoughtful he was, how much he cared, but it still felt like too much. “But… what about saving? You don’t need to spend it all in one go.”
He laughed again, this time more softly. “Trust me, I’m fine. I’ve got savings. I’m not going to go broke from buying you a few dresses and some dinner. Stop worrying, okay?”
You tried to scold him again, but there was something about the way he said it, so calm and assured, that made it hard to argue. He was always like this, so confident and sure in everything he did. And right now, he seemed sure that spoiling you was just part of how he showed you love.
Still, you couldn’t help but try one last time. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this to show me you care.”
Minjae’s expression softened further as he reached across the table to take your hand again. “I don’t do it because I have to. I do it because I want to. Taking care of you, spoiling you… it’s just one way I show you how much I love you. And besides…” He gave you another playful grin. “I kind of like being the guy who gets to spoil the most amazing person in the world.”
You felt your heart flutter at his words, and despite your best efforts, a smile crept onto your face. It was impossible to stay mad at him when he said things like that.
“Okay, okay,” you sighed, giving in a little, but you couldn’t resist one more tease. “But next time, I’m paying. I mean it.”
Minjae chuckled, squeezing your hand. “We’ll see, baby. We’ll see.” His tone was full of affection, but there was a smugness underneath, as if he already knew he’d win that battle too.
When the waiter returned with the receipt, Minjae didn’t even look at it as he signed the bill. He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your hand, and then looked at you with that familiar, teasing glint in his eyes.
“Now,” he said, standing up and grabbing the shopping bags once again, “let’s get my spoiled little princess home.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but inside, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest. There was no winning with him, but maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind that at all.
Summary ◊ the first time boyfriend!yujun sees his girlfriend in his clothes.
a/n: I'm thinking of starting a boyfriend!xikers series, lmk if you'd be interested!!
You and Yujun had been dating for a little while now—just a few months, but long enough for you to feel comfortable around him. It was a quiet Saturday evening, and you had both agreed to study together for an upcoming exam. The thought of spending time with him made the stress of the exam feel lighter somehow.
When you arrived at his dorm, you immediately noticed how cold it was. You hadn’t expected it to be this chilly—it was still early fall, and you had dressed in a light sweater and leggings, thinking it would be enough. But as soon as you sat down at his desk, flipping open your notebook, you felt a shiver run down your spine.
Yujun glanced up from his own notes, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Are you cold?" he asked, his voice gentle. You could hear the worry creeping in as he leaned a little closer, his dark eyes scanning your face.
You tried to play it off, rubbing your arms and giving him a small smile. "A little, but it's fine," you said, not wanting to make a fuss.
But Yujun wasn’t having it. He stood up from his chair, rummaging through his closet for a moment before pulling out a sweatshirt—one of his favorites, you noticed. It was a soft, oversized gray hoodie, the one he usually wore when he was relaxing in his dorm.
“Here,” he said, his voice warm and insistent as he handed it to you. “You’ll freeze if you don’t wear this.”
You hesitated for a second, taking the hoodie from him. It was big, much bigger than anything you usually wore, but it was also warm and it smelled like him—like a mixture of fresh laundry and the subtle hint of cologne that was distinctly Yujun.
“Thanks,” you murmured, pulling it over your head. The fabric immediately engulfed you, the sleeves hanging well past your wrists, the hem almost reaching your thighs. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at how oversized it was on you.
Yujun watched as you adjusted the hoodie, his mouth slightly open like he was about to say something. But then he didn’t. His eyes lingered on you for a moment, longer than usual, and you noticed how his expression softened. His breath hitched audibly, and you saw his chest rise and fall, like he was struggling to catch it.
You blinked, confused. “What?” you asked, tilting your head. “Do I look ridiculous or something?”
“No, no,” Yujun said quickly, shaking his head. His voice was a little breathless, almost like he had just run a mile. “You just… you look really cute.” His words tumbled out before he could stop them, and you saw a blush creep up his cheeks, faint but undeniable.
You felt your own face heat up at his compliment, your heart doing an involuntary flip. “It’s just a hoodie,” you replied, trying to downplay the way his words made your stomach flutter. But inside, you were thrilled.
Yujun didn’t move at first, his gaze still locked on you like he was mesmerized. Then, all of a sudden, something changed in his expression. His eyes sparkled with an intensity that caught you off guard, and before you could react, he lunged toward you with a playful grin.
“Yujun, what are you—” you barely had time to finish your sentence before he tackled you onto his bed, his arms wrapping around you as you fell backward onto the soft mattress. You let out a surprised yelp, the two of you landing in a heap of laughter.
He hovered over you for a second, his face inches from yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I wasn’t expecting you to look that adorable in my clothes,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, and your heart was pounding in your chest.
Before you could respond, Yujun leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, gentle and sweet. Then, he kissed your nose, then your cheek, and then another on your temple. Each kiss was light and soft, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he peppered your face with them, his lips trailing down to your jawline, then back up to your forehead again.
“Yujun,” you laughed, squirming under him as his kisses became more playful. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t help it,” he murmured between kisses, his voice warm and teasing. “You look too cute in my hoodie. It’s driving me crazy.”
Your laughter filled the small room, and you tried to push him away, but his arms were still wrapped around you, keeping you firmly in place. “Okay, okay! Enough!” you giggled, trying to catch your breath as he finally paused his attack of kisses.
He leaned back slightly, resting his forehead against yours, both of you panting softly from the laughter. For a moment, the playful energy between you shifted into something softer, more tender. His eyes met yours, and you could see the affection there, clear as day.
“You’re really something, you know that?” he said quietly, his voice filled with warmth. His hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing against your cheek.
You felt your heart swell at his words, and for a moment, the coldness in the room didn’t matter. The only thing you could feel was his warmth, his presence next to you, and the quiet beating of his heart that seemed to match yours.
“Thanks for the sweatshirt,” you whispered, smiling up at him.
“Anytime,” Yujun replied, his lips curving into a soft smile. He leaned down, pressing one last, gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away, leaving your skin tingling from his touch.
For the rest of the night, neither of you studied much, but you didn’t mind. You were wrapped up in Yujun’s hoodie, his scent surrounding you, and every now and then, he’d sneak another kiss as if he couldn’t resist.
It turned out to be one of the best study sessions you’d ever had
warnings: kissing in hunter's, reader is older than the members
a/n: i know junghoon's one suck im so sorry 😭
hyung line here!
KIM JUNGHOON
The sun was setting, casting a soft orange glow over the quiet park where you and your boyfriend, Junghoon, were walking. The air was crisp, the kind of early evening that promised the perfect blend of relaxation and coziness.
As you strolled along the path, you were dressed in an outfit you’d carefully chosen to look a bit more fierce—dark jeans, a leather jacket, and boots that clicked softly against the pavement. You wanted to project confidence, maturity, and maybe even a little bit of mystery. But no matter what you wore or how you tried to act, your natural cuteness always seemed to bubble to the surface, much to your frustration. And somehow, Junghoon always managed to notice it, even if he didn’t always react the way others might.
He was walking beside you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. His face, as usual, was mostly unreadable, his eyes gazing out at the trees swaying gently in the breeze. He was calm, composed, almost as if he was lost in thought, though you knew him well enough to know he was very much present.
As you walked, you couldn’t help but start talking about your day, your voice animated as you recounted a funny incident that had happened in class. You didn’t notice at first how your natural excitement caused your voice to rise slightly, or how your eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. But Junghoon noticed. He always did.
“And then, just as the professor was about to turn around, the projector—” you were saying, your hands gesturing as you spoke, but you stopped mid-sentence when you realized Junghoon was looking at you with a slight curve at the corner of his lips. Was that a smile? It was hard to tell, given how subtle it was, but you could swear he was amused.
You blinked, suddenly self-conscious. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Junghoon seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if he wasn’t entirely sure what had caught his attention either. He opened his mouth to speak, then paused, his expression as unreadable as ever. But then, before he could stop himself, he said it. “You’re cute.”
The words hung in the air between you, and both of you froze. It wasn’t like Junghoon to hand out compliments, especially ones that seemed so spontaneous. His usual calm demeanor seemed to falter as he realized what he had just said, his eyes widening slightly, the only hint of his own surprise.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your cheeks start to warm. “I’m… what?” you stammered, not quite sure if you’d heard him correctly.
Junghoon blinked, his face still not giving much away, but you could tell he was flustered. His eyes darted away from yours, focusing on some random point in the distance as he tried to compose himself. “Uh… I mean, you’re always cute. But, um… I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”
You stared at him, equally flustered by the unexpected compliment. Junghoon was always so composed, so in control of his emotions, that hearing something like this from him felt like a major event. “You think I’m cute?” you asked, your voice softening, the earlier fierceness in your demeanor melting away.
He cleared his throat, still not meeting your gaze. “Well… yeah,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “You’re always trying to be fierce and stuff, but… you’re just naturally cute.”
You couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions—embarrassment, warmth, and a tiny bit of pride. It wasn’t often that Junghoon showed this side of himself, and knowing that he found you cute despite his usual stoicism made your heart swell.
“Hoonie,” you began, trying to gather your thoughts, “I didn’t think you noticed things like that.”
He finally looked back at you, his expression softening just a fraction. “I notice a lot of things,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I just don’t always know how to say them.”
You felt a smile tugging at your lips, the earlier flustered feeling gradually turning into something warmer, more intimate. “Well, thank you,” you said softly, reaching out to take his hand. “It means a lot to me, coming from you.”
Junghoon’s fingers curled around yours, his grip gentle but reassuring. “I didn’t mean to make you embarrassed,” he said, his tone sincere, even if his face was still mostly expressionless.
“I’m not embarrassed,” you replied, your smile growing. “Just… surprised. But in a good way.”
He nodded, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. “Good,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost as if he was relieved.
PARK SEEUN
You and Seeun were out shopping, as usual. He loved shopping and you liked to tag along most of the time. Your boyfriend was the epitome of arrogance and confidence. He was the kind of guy who always seemed to have everything under control, who could charm anyone with just a smirk. But behind that confident facade, you knew there was another side to him—a side that was completely whipped for you, even if he tried to hide it.
You, on the other hand, were naturally cute. It was something you’d never been entirely comfortable with, especially since you wanted to be seen as fierce and strong, not just adorable. You tried to dress the part today, wearing a sleek black outfit that you hoped would give you a more mature vibe. But no matter how hard you tried, your natural sweetness always seemed to shine through, much to Seeun’s amusement.
As you walked into a trendy clothing store, Seeun was right by your side, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He watched as you started browsing through the racks of clothes, his eyes following your every move with a mixture of affection and something else he would never admit—utter adoration.
“So,” he said, leaning casually against a display table, “what are you looking for today? Something cute, I’m guessing?”
You shot him a glare over your shoulder, though it was more playful than serious. “I’m trying to find something fierce, thank you very much,” you replied, emphasizing the word.
Seeun smirked, clearly enjoying this. “Fierce, huh? Are you sure? Because you’re pretty much the definition of cute.”
You groaned softly, rolling your eyes as you flipped through the hangers. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, that smug smile never leaving his face. “But you make it so easy. Every time you try to be fierce, you just end up being even cuter.”
You huffed in frustration, though you couldn’t deny the warmth creeping up your neck. “Seeun-a, I'm not cute. I’m older than you, remember? I’m supposed to be the mature one.”
He chuckled, pushing off the table and walking up behind you. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Older, yes. But still cute,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
You shivered slightly at the closeness, trying to maintain your composure. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice lacked the usual bite.
“And you’re adorable,” he shot back, his tone filled with that same smug confidence that always drove you crazy—in both good and bad ways.
You turned around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. “You know, for someone who’s always so collected, you seem to enjoy teasing me a little too much,” you pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him.
Seeun just shrugged, his expression infuriatingly calm. “What can I say? It’s fun watching you get all flustered.”
You were about to retort when a sales associate approached, offering help. You politely declined, deciding to continue browsing on your own. But as you reached for a particularly sleek jacket, Seeun grabbed it first, holding it up as if examining it.
“Hmm,” he said, his tone casual, though you could see the mischief in his eyes. “This could work. But I think you’d look great in something like this instead.” He reached over to a nearby rack and pulled out a soft, pastel-colored sweater, holding it up with a raised eyebrow.
You groaned, feeling your patience wearing thin. “Seeun, I’m trying to be fierce, not cute!”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Yeah, but this is more you. Admit it.”
You snatched the sweater from his hands, feeling a mix of frustration and warmth. “You’re doing this on purpose,” you grumbled, though you couldn’t help but notice how soft the fabric was.
“Of course I am,” he said, his smirk growing wider. “Because no matter what you wear, you’re going to be cute. It’s just who you are.”
You huffed, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks. “And you’re just going to keep calling me cute, aren’t you?”
“You know i live to annoy you,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at you with that same infuriatingly confident smile
JUNG YUJUN
You were sitting on your boyfriend's bed, Yujun's, legs crossed, surrounded by a sea of pillows. Yujun was next to you, leaning back against the headboard, one arm casually slung over a pillow as he told some ridiculous story from earlier in the day. His room had always felt cozy, a little haven where the two of you could just relax and be yourselves.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. He had this way of making everything sound funny, even the most mundane things. You were laughing so hard that your cheeks hurt, your natural cuteness shining through no matter how much you tried to suppress it.
He was leaning back against the headboard, watching you with that familiar playful smirk on his face. He loved making you laugh, not just because it was fun, but because he found your laughter completely irresistible. There was something about the way your eyes sparkled and the way your face lit up when you laughed that made his heart skip a beat every time.
As your laughter started to die down, Yujun looked at you, his smirk turning into a soft smile. “You know, you’re really cute when you laugh like that,” he said, his voice full of teasing affection.
You immediately stopped laughing, your smile faltering as you shot him a glare. “Yujun, I’m not cute,” you protested, swatting his arm lightly. “I’m supposed to be fierce, remember?”
He chuckled, clearly not taking your protest seriously. “Sure, sure, you’re fierce and all that,” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But you’re also really, really cute. Especially when you’re trying not to be.”
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to look serious. “I’m not cute,” you insisted, though the pout forming on your lips was doing nothing to help your case. “And you need to stop calling me that.”
“But it’s true!” Yujun teased, poking your side lightly just to annoy you. “You’re the cutest girlfriend ever, and you can’t even deny it.”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your attempt to stay annoyed. You were trying to swat his hand away as he continued to poke your side until he grabbed your wrist mid-swat, pulling you closer. “Come on, admit it.”
“No way,” you said, shaking your head as you tried to pull your hand free. “I’m not admitting anything.”
Yujun just laughed, clearly enjoying this little game. He suddenly shifted, pinning you down on the bed with a playful grin. “Fine, if you won’t admit it, I’ll just have to make you,” he declared, his voice full of mock seriousness.
You squealed in surprise as he tickled your sides, squirming beneath him as you tried to get away. “Yujun, stop!” you laughed, your voice breathless as you tried to push him off. “That’s not fair!”
“I don't play by the rules, you know that,” he quipped, his fingers still dancing along your sides as he grinned down at you. “Come on, just say it. Say you’re cute.”
You shook your head stubbornly, though your laughter made it hard to maintain your defiance. “Never!” you declared, trying to wriggle out of his grip.
But Yujun was persistent, his hands still lightly tickling you as he leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours. “You’re gonna give in eventually,” he teased, his voice dropping to a soft murmur.
You glared up at him, but the twinkle in his eyes and the warmth of his smile made it impossible to stay mad. “Fine,” you finally relented, your voice still breathless from laughing. “Maybe I’m a little cute. But tiny, tiny bit!”
Yujun’s grin turned triumphant as he stopped tickling you, his hands resting on either side of your head as he looked down at you with that same affectionate smile. “I knew you’d admit it,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth.
You pouted up at him, still trying to hold on to the last remnants of your defiance. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”
“And you’re the cutest girlfriend ever,” he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned down, his lips brushing lightly against yours. “But that’s why I love you.”
PARK HUNTER
The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the park near campus, where you and Hunter had decided to spend the afternoon. Hunter, your boyfriend, was walking beside you, his hand loosely holding yours. He had this air of maturity about him that often made people assume he was older than you. With his tall frame, confident posture, and that deep, calm voice, he exuded a kind of steadiness that you found incredibly reassuring. But despite his older appearance, he was actually younger than you—a fact he liked to tease you about, especially given your naturally cute appearance.
No matter how hard you tried to appear older or more sophisticated, your baby face and the natural cuteness that came with it always shone through. Hunter found this endlessly amusing, and he loved to playfully flirt with you, knowing just how to make you flustered.
As you walked together, chatting about your day, you suddenly noticed a little dog—a fluffy, white ball of fur—trotting along the path ahead of you. Your eyes immediately widened in delight, and before you could stop yourself, you let out a soft gasp. “Oh my gosh, look at that dog!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with excitement.
Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He turned to see the little dog, which was indeed adorable, but what caught his attention more was the expression on your face. “You’re really into dogs, huh?” Hunter said, his tone light and teasing.
You nodded enthusiastically, not taking your eyes off the dog as it playfully rolled around in the grass. “I love dogs! They’re just so cute and fluffy and—”
“And just like you,” Hunter interrupted, his voice dropping to a soft, flirtatious murmur.
You blinked, finally tearing your gaze away from the dog to look up at him. “What do you mean, ‘just like me’?” you asked, narrowing your eyes slightly.
Hunter grinned, clearly enjoying this. “You’re just as cute,” he said, his voice full of playful affection.
You huffed, feeling your cheeks warm at his words. “I’m not cute,” you protested, though your voice lacked conviction. “I’m supposed to be mature. I’m older than you, remember?”
He laughed softly, pulling you a little closer as you continued walking. “Maybe, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re adorable. Especially when you get excited over something like a little dog.”
You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Hunter, I’m serious. I’m not cute. I’m supposed to be the older, more mature one in this relationship.”
Hunter tilted his head, pretending to consider your words. “You can be both, you know. Mature and cute. But right now, you’re definitely leaning more towards cute.”
You groaned softly, feeling the familiar warmth of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to your words.
“And you’re irresistible,” he shot back, his grin widening as he gently tugged you to a stop. He turned to face you fully, his eyes meeting yours with that mischievous sparkle that always made your heart skip a beat. “Come on, admit it. You know you’re cute.”
You shook your head stubbornly, though your resolve was already wavering under his intense gaze. “I’m not admitting anything,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest in a futile attempt to look serious.
Hunter just laughed, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You can deny it all you want,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, affectionate murmur, “but I can see it in your eyes. You’re absolutely adorable, and it’s one of the things I love most about you.”
You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re just saying that to make me blush,” you accused, though you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks.
“Is it working?” he asked, his grin turning slightly smug.
“Maybe,” you admitted, finally giving in as you looked down at your feet, trying to hide your flustered expression.
Hunter’s smile softened, and he reached out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze again. “You know,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth, “I love when you get like this. All flustered and shy. It’s one of the reasons I fell for you.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt your resolve completely crumble. “You’re really good at this, you know that?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, leaning in closer until his lips were just inches from yours. “I’ve had a lot of practice,” he whispered back, his breath warm against your skin.
Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was sweet and gentle, yet filled with a depth of emotion that made your heart race. You kissed him back, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as you melted into the moment.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed as he smiled. “See? Cute and irresistible,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.
LEE YECHAN
You were sitting across from your boyfriend Yechan, still in your casual class outfit—a fitted leather jacket over a dark tee, paired with jeans and ankle boots. You’d gone for a look that you hoped was a little more fierce, something that matched the image you wanted to project. But as usual, your natural cuteness kept sneaking through, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it.
Yechan was leaning back in his chair, watching you with that easygoing smile that always made your heart skip a beat. He had a relaxed, almost boyish charm, but with a playful edge. The two of you had always been playful with each other, and today was no different. You’d spent most of the meal laughing over inside jokes and sharing stories about your day.
As the waiter set down your plates, Yechan’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food. “This looks amazing,” he said, picking up his chopsticks. He took a bite of his dish and his eyes closed in delight. “Oh, you’ve got to try this,” he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
You smiled, already enjoying your own meal but curious about what he was having. “What is it?”
“It’s some kind of spicy stir-fried beef,” he explained, holding out a piece with his chopsticks. “Here, try it.”
You leaned forward, accepting the bite he offered. Without even thinking, you let out a small, delighted sound, your eyes widening as you chewed. “Oh my gosh, that’s so good!” you exclaimed, the pure joy of the taste evident on your face.
Yechan just stared at you for a moment, his chopsticks frozen mid-air as he watched your reaction. There was something about the way your eyes sparkled with delight, the way you wrinkled your nose slightly as you savored the food, that left him completely captivated. It was a look he’d seen a hundred times before, but it never failed to make his heart skip a beat.
You noticed the way he was looking at you, and your brows furrowed in confusion. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”
Yechan blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and his lips curled into a soft smile. “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head lightly.
You weren’t having it. “No, seriously, channie. Why are you looking at me like that?” You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes slightly, though the effect was more cute than intimidating.
He hesitated for a moment, his smile widening as he realized there was no way out of this. “It’s just…you’re really cute, you know that?”
The word “cute” immediately made you frown. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not cute! I’m fierce, okay? I’m supposed to be badass or something.”
Yechan chuckled, leaning forward slightly as he rested his chin in his hand. “You can be fierce and cute at the same time, you know. But right now, you’re definitely more on the cute side.”
You pouted, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. “I don’t want to be cute,” you insisted. “You’re younger than me—you’re supposed to be the cute one, not me.”
“But you are,” he said simply, his tone soft but filled with affection. “And it’s one of the things I love most about you.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain your irritation, but it was hard when he was looking at you like that, his expression so full of warmth and fondness. “I hate you,” you muttered, though the corner of your lips betrayed you by twitching upwards.
“And I love you,” Yechan shot back, his playful grin returning as he reached across the table to gently poke your cheek. “Come on, admit it. You know you’re cute.”
“No way,” you said, leaning back and crossing your arms more firmly over your chest. But the way you said it was more playful than serious, and Yechan could see that you were starting to give in.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Admit it, or I’ll keep calling you cute for the rest of the night.”
You stared at him, trying to hold your ground, but the look on his face—those sparkling eyes, that mischievous smile—was too much. You sighed dramatically, finally letting a small smile break through. “Fine, maybe I’m a little cute,” you admitted, though your tone was still filled with mock reluctance. “But just a little.”
Yechan’s smile turned triumphant, and he reached over to take your hand in his. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You shook your head, laughing softly. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”
“Maybe,” he replied with a grin, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently. “But I’m your dork.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling your heart swell with affection for him. “Yeah,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “You are.”
He leaned across the table, his face inches from yours, and his voice dropped to a soft murmur. “And for the record, I think you’re the most beautiful, cute person I've ever met.”
warnings: reader is a year older in minjae's and jinsik's, kissing in all of them, i think that's it?
a/n: this was so cute omg i loved writing it, part2 is coming!
KIM MINJAE
Laughter and the sound of children’s excitement filled the air as you walked hand-in-hand with Minjae, your boyfriend of a few months. The two of you had decided to spend the day at the amusement park, enjoying the thrill of roller coasters and the sweet treats sold at every corner.
You had worn black jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots carefully for the day. You wanted to project a fierce image. The truth was, though, that you were naturally cute. Your big, expressive eyes, soft features, and how you tended to get excited about small things made it hard for people to take your “tough girl” act seriously.
Minjae, walking beside you, was a year younger, but there were moments when he felt like the older one. He found your attempt to be fierce endearing, especially because your true nature always came through, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. And honestly, he loved it. But you hated being called cute, and Minjae knew this—though that didn’t stop him from teasing you about it.
The two of you approached the entrance to a towering roller coaster that twisted and turned in all directions. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up at it, a small part of you feeling nervous despite your best efforts to appear cool.
Minjae noticed, of course. He always noticed. “Nervous?” he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
You shook your head. “No way. I love this stuff,” you said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Minjae chuckled, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to act tough.”
Your reaction was immediate. You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, a small pout forming on your lips. “Stop calling me cute,” you demanded, your voice filled with mock irritation.
Minjae’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at you. “But you are cute. Look at you, pouting like that. How can I not call you cute?”
You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to glare at him but failing miserably. “I’m not cute. I’m fierce.”
“Oh, really?” he said, leaning in closer. His tone was teasing, and you could see he was having too much fun with this. “Prove it, then. Let’s see how ‘fierce’ you are on this ride.”
“I will!” you shot back, but your voice faltered slightly as you glanced back up at the roller coaster. It was much taller than you’d remembered.
Minjae chuckled again, and before you could protest further, he took your hand and led you towards the entrance. “Come on, let’s go, baby.”
You tried to keep your cool as you got strapped into the roller coaster, but the nerves were starting to creep in. The ride started with a slow ascent, the click-clack of the chain pulling the cars up the steep track echoing in your ears. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you looked over at Minjae. He was watching you with that same amused expression.
“You’re gonna scream, aren’t you?” he asked, clearly enjoying this way too much.
“No,” you insisted, though you weren’t so sure anymore. “I’m not.”
The coaster reached the top, and for a brief moment, everything was still. The park spread out below, people tiny like ants. Then, with a sudden rush, the ride plummeted downward. Your breath caught in your throat, and before you knew it, you were screaming—loudly. The coaster twisted and turned, throwing you from side to side, your hands gripping the safety bar with all your might.
When the ride finally slowed and came to a stop, you were breathless. Your hair was a mess, and you could feel your cheeks burning. You looked over at Minjae, who was grinning from ear to ear.
“You screamed,” he pointed out, still holding your hand as you both exited the ride.
“Shut up,” you muttered, embarrassed. “That ride was intense.”
Minjae just laughed, pulling you close as you walked away from the roller coaster. “You know, you’re even cuter when you’re flustered.”
You glared up at him, your cheeks still warm. “I told you to stop calling me cute.”
“Then stop being cute,” he replied easily, his voice full of affection.
“I’m not cute!” you insisted, stomping your foot slightly—a move that only made Minjae laugh harder.
“You keep telling yourself that,” he said, leaning down so his face was just inches from yours. “But no matter what you say, I think you’re adorable. And I’m not going to stop saying it.”
You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could, Minjae closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back, momentarily forgetting all about your earlier annoyance. When he pulled back, his eyes were twinkling with that familiar mischief.
“You can be fierce and cute, you know,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
You couldn’t help but smile, despite yourself. “Maybe,” you admitted, feeling your resolve weaken in the warmth of his gaze.
Minjae grinned, kissing you on the forehead this time. “That’s my girl.”
PARK JUNMIN
The cafe was cozy, with warm lighting and the gentle chatter of other customers providing a comforting background. You sat across from Junmin, your boyfriend of nearly six months, recounting an amusing story from earlier that day.
You had dressed in light pastel colors, a soft lavender blouse paired with a cream skirt that swished just above your knees. A delicate bow sat perched in your hair, holding back a few stray strands that would otherwise fall into your eyes. The outfit was simple yet cute, though you preferred not to think of it that way. You hated being called cute—something Junmin knew all too well—but it was hard to deny that the look suited you perfectly.
Junmin sat with his chin propped on his hand, his gaze fixed on you. He was trying to listen, really, but the way the sunlight filtered through the window and caught the soft colors of your outfit, the way your eyes sparkled as you animatedly told your story—it was all too much. His thoughts began to drift, and he found himself more focused on the way your lips moved, the slight tilt of your head, and the way you absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair as you spoke.
“And then, I realized I had walked into the wrong room! It was so embarrassing, but everyone just laughed it off…” you were saying. But Junmin wasn’t hearing a word. His mind was entirely occupied with how adorable you looked, with that bow in your hair and the way you were dressed so sweetly. Before he could stop himself, the thought slipped out.
“You’re so cute,” he said, almost dreamily.
You paused mid-sentence, blinking in surprise. “What?”
Junmin snapped out of his trance, realizing what he had just said. But it was too late to take it back. “Uh, I mean, you look really cute today,” he clarified, though he knew it wasn’t going to help.
You frowned, a familiar mix of frustration and embarrassment rising in your chest. “Junmin, I told you, I don’t like being called cute.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender, trying to suppress a smile. “I know, I know. But you really are cute, especially with that bow in your hair. It’s impossible not to think so.”
You pouted slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not cute. I’m just…me.”
“That’s what makes you cute,” Junmin said with a soft chuckle, leaning forward. “The way you get all flustered when I call you cute, the way you dress, the way you smile—it’s all adorable.”
You tried to maintain your frown, but it was difficult with the way he was looking at you. His eyes were so warm and full of affection that it made your heart melt just a little. You opened your mouth to argue, to insist that you weren’t cute, but the words got caught in your throat. Instead, you felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked down at your coffee cup, stirring it absently.
Junmin watched you, completely enamored by your reaction. “You can deny it all you want,” he said softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “But you’re cute, and I love every bit of it.”
You glanced up at him through your lashes, the corners of your lips twitching as you tried not to smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And you’re irresistible,” he replied with a grin, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “So, are you going to keep arguing, or are you going to admit that you’re cute?”
You shook your head, a small laugh escaping despite yourself. “I’m not going to admit it because it’s not true.”
Junmin leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You might not think so, but every time you pout like that, I just want to kiss you.”
Your breath hitched slightly at his words, and before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of the kiss making your heart flutter.
When he pulled back, Junmin looked at you with that same adoring expression, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, as a content smile spread on his face. “See? Adorable,” he murmured.
You rolled your eyes playfully, but the smile on your face was undeniable now. “Fine, maybe just a little bit,” you admitted, though your tone was teasing.
Junmin laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll take that as a win.”
CHOI SUMIN
You and Sumin had planned to study together, a quiet, productive evening to prepare for the upcoming exams. Textbooks and notebooks were spread out on his desk, but the focus had already shifted from the study materials to something else entirely.
You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, trying to concentrate on the notes in front of you. You had chosen your outfit carefully—a fitted top and jeans that you hoped would give you a more mature vibe. But no matter what you wore, your natural cuteness always seemed to shine through. Your big, expressive eyes, soft features, and the way you couldn’t help but act a little shy around Sumin all contributed to the aura of sweetness that surrounded you.
And Sumin noticed. He always noticed. You’d been dating for a few months now, and while he admired your efforts to appear more grown-up, he found your natural state absolutely irresistible. The way you pouted when something confused you, the way your cheeks flushed when you got flustered—it drove him crazy. He loved to tease you about it, even if he knew it embarrassed you.
Today was no different. As you sat there, nibbling on the end of your pencil and trying to focus on your notes, Sumin couldn’t take his eyes off you. You had tied your hair back in a loose ponytail, but a few strands had escaped, framing your face in a way that made you look even more adorable. He leaned back in his chair, his textbook forgotten, and just watched you, a soft smile playing on his lips.
You were so engrossed in your studying that you didn’t notice his gaze at first. But when you finally looked up, you caught him staring. “What?” you asked, blinking in confusion.
Sumin grinned, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing,” he said, though the mischief in his eyes told you otherwise.
You frowned, feeling a familiar flush creep up your neck. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?” he asked, playing innocent.
“Like…” You struggled to find the words. “Like I’m some kind of cute animal or something.”
Sumin chuckled softly, pushing away from his desk and walking over to the bed. He sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from your face. “You’re just so cute.”
You groaned, dropping your pencil onto the bedspread. “I’m not cute, Sumin. I'm not trying to.”
He tilted his head, pretending to consider your words. “Hmm, I see what you’re going for,” he said, his tone teasing. “But honestly, I think you’re at your most attractive when you’re just being you. And that happens to be really, really fucking cute.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes even as your heart fluttered at his words. “I hate you.”
As a response, he simply closed the distance between you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You tried to hold on to your frustration, but it melted away almost instantly under his gentle touch.
“Susu,” you murmured, your voice a mix of exasperation and affection.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “What?” he asked, his tone light but filled with adoration. “I’m just appreciating how lucky I am to have a girlfriend as cute as you.”
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re so whipped,” you accused, though the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed your attempt to sound stern.
Sumin didn’t even try to deny it. “Totally whipped,” he agreed easily, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “And I don’t mind one bit.”
You shook your head, but you couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through your chest. Sumin always had this effect on you—he made you feel cherished, adored, even when he was teasing you. Especially when he was teasing you.
Before you could protest further, Sumin gently pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over you with that same mischievous grin. You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of excitement and anticipation flooding through you.
“Sumin, what are you—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss, this one soft and sweet against your lips.
He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re too adorable for your own good, you know that?”
You opened your mouth to argue, but all that came out was a soft laugh as he began peppering your face with kisses. First your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, and finally back to your lips.
“Sumin!” you squealed between giggles, trying to squirm away, but he just laughed along with you, his arms caging you in as he continued his assault of kisses.
“I can’t help it,” he said between kisses. “You’re just too cute, and I’m completely whipped for you, baby.”
By the time he finally stopped, you were both breathless, your faces inches apart. You stared up at him, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The teasing had stopped, replaced by a warm, tender expression in his eyes.
“You know,” you said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, “as much as I hate being called cute… I don’t mind it so much when it’s you.”
Sumin’s smile softened, and he leaned down to press one last, lingering kiss to your lips. “I’m glad to hear that,” he whispered against your lips. “Because I’m never going to stop thinking it.”
HAM JINSIK
You were curled up on Jinsik's living room couch, reading your book, while Jinsik sat across from you, scrolling through his phone. It was one of those lazy afternoons where neither of you had any pressing plans, so you had decided to spend it together, enjoying each other's company.
Jinsik, your boyfriend of nearly six months, was seated on the opposite end of the couch, his legs stretched out, casually leaning against the armrest. Every now and then, you caught yourself stealing glances at him. He was effortlessly handsome. Sometimes, you had to remind yourself that he was real, that this gorgeous guy was actually your boyfriend.
What you didn’t know was that Jinsik often felt the same way about you. Despite your attempts to appear mature and sophisticated, he found you irresistibly cute. Your big, expressive eyes, the way you unconsciously pouted when you were lost in thought, and the soft, feminine way you carried yourself—it all drove him crazy. And as much as he loved when you tried to play the role of the confident, mature girlfriend, he adored the cute side of you even more.
Today, though, Jinsik was in a particularly playful mood. The last few days had been busy for both of you, and now that you finally had some time alone together, he couldn’t resist the urge to tease you. He had been waiting for the right moment, and as you sighed softly, flipping another page of your book, he decided that moment had arrived.
“Hey,” he called out, his tone light and teasing.
You looked up, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
“You know,” he began, setting his phone down and leaning forward slightly, “you’re really cute when you’re focused like that.”
You rolled your eyes, closing the book and setting it on the coffee table. “Jinsik, we’ve been over this. You’re the cute one in this relationship. You’re younger, remember? So, by default, that makes you the cute one.”
Jinsik grinned, but instead of backing down like he usually did, he decided to push a little further. “Maybe I’m cute,” he agreed, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re cute too.”
You shook your head, trying to maintain your composure. “Nope. I’m older, so I’m supposed to be mature and sophisticated, not cute.”
“But you are cute,” he insisted, scooting closer to you on the couch. “Like, ridiculously cute. It’s honestly a little unfair.”
You felt your cheeks heat up, but you refused to give in. “Babe, seriously. You’re not going to win this one. I’m not cute.”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying this more than he should. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna win this one,” he said confidently, reaching out to gently poke your side. “You know, the more you deny it, the cuter you look.”
You tried to bat his hand away, but he was quick, dodging your attempt and poking you again, this time on the other side. “Stop that!” you protested, squirming slightly.
“Admit it,” he said, his grin widening. “Admit that you’re cute.”
“No!” you insisted, though your voice was starting to waver as you tried not to laugh.
Jinsik, now fully committed to his playful teasing, reached over and gently grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head as he leaned in close, his face just inches from yours. “Come on,” he coaxed, his voice dropping to a soft, playful whisper. “Just say it. Just once.”
You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “You’re being ridiculous,” you said, trying to sound stern, but the proximity was making it hard to focus.
“Maybe,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “but you’re still cute.”
You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. He was so persistent, so annoyingly charming, that it was impossible not to feel your resolve slipping. But you were determined not to cave. “You’re not going to make me say it,” you declared, though your voice lacked the conviction you were aiming for.
Jinsik’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in even closer, his lips now almost brushing against yours. “Are you sure about that?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t think of anything to say. All you could focus on was how close he was, how his playful grin made your heart race even faster. He was irresistible, and he knew it. Before you could muster a reply, he tilted his head slightly and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek.
Your resolve crumbled entirely. “Okay, fine!” you finally blurted out, your voice breathless. “Maybe I’m a little cute, but just a little.”
Jinsik’s grin widened in triumph. “I knew it,” he said, releasing your wrists and letting his hands slide down to cup your face gently. “And for the record, you’re a lot cute, not just a little.”
You huffed in mock annoyance, but the smile on your face gave you away. “You’re terrible,” you muttered, though there was no real heat in your words.
“And you’re adorable,” he replied, his voice softening as he leaned in to close the distance between you. “And now that we’ve established that…”
Before you could respond, Jinsik kissed you, his lips capturing yours in a slow, tender kiss that made your heart flutter. His hands slipped from your face to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor.
When he finally pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes, he was smiling that same playful, yet affectionate smile that always made your heart skip a beat. “You know,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek, “I love that you’re both cute and mature. It’s one of the many reasons why I’m crazy about you.”
CHOI HYUNWOO
The crisp autumn air was filled with laughter and distant shrieks as you and Hyunwoo walked through the bustling Halloween festival. The event was alive with the energy of costumed people, flickering jack-o'-lanterns, and spooky decorations adorning every corner. The centerpiece of the night was the haunted house—an old, creaky mansion.
You had insisted on going, determined to prove to yourself (and to Hyunwoo) that you could handle it. You wanted to appear fearless, confident, and maybe even a bit daring. But as you stood outside the haunted house, staring up at the looming, ominous structure, you couldn’t deny the nervous flutter in your stomach. Hyunwoo, ever observant, noticed the slight tremble in your hands as your jacket.
Hyunwoo, your boyfriend of several months, was handsome, undeniably so, with an air of arrogance that he wore like a second skin. But despite his teasing and his playful arrogance, you knew he cared for you deeply. Tonight, though, he seemed especially entertained by your attempts to appear brave.
“You’re not scared, are you?” Hyunwoo asked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he noticed the way you kept glancing at the entrance of the haunted house.
“Of course not,” you replied quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly. You straightened your back and tried to keep your voice steady. “It’s just a haunted house. How bad can it be?”
Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow, his smile growing. “Really? Because you look a little pale. You sure you’re not going to scream and cling to me at the first jump scare?”
You shot him a glare, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “I won’t. I’m going to be fine.”
He chuckled, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his tone playful. “But I’m warning you now, if you do get scared and grab onto me, I won’t let you forget it.”
With that, he took your hand—his touch warm and reassuring, despite his teasing words—and led you towards the entrance. The creaky door groaned as it opened, revealing a dark, narrow hallway lined with flickering candles and eerie decorations. You swallowed hard, steeling yourself as you stepped inside, with Hyunwoo right beside you.
The haunted house was immediately unsettling. The sound of distant whispers, the creaking floorboards beneath your feet, and the occasional flicker of shadowy figures darting in and out of view all combined to create an atmosphere of pure tension. You tried to maintain your composure, but every nerve in your body was on high alert.
It didn’t take long for the first scare to happen. A ghostly figure suddenly lunged out from a hidden corner, letting out a bone-chilling wail. Without thinking, you let out a startled yelp and instinctively grabbed onto Hyunwoo’s arm, clinging to him tightly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the adrenaline surging through your veins.
Hyunwoo burst out laughing, clearly amused by your reaction. “Not scared, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “You’re practically shaking, babe.”
You tried to regain your composure, but the haunted house wasn’t giving you a break. More scares came—creepy dolls, sudden loud noises, and eerie figures that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Each time, you found yourself clinging to Hyunwoo, who seemed to be enjoying this far more than he should.
“Woo, stop laughing,” you hissed after a particularly loud scream escaped your lips. “This isn’t funny!”
“It is,” he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. “This is hilarious. You’re so cute when you’re scared.”
You groaned, trying to push away from him, but he kept you close, his grip firm yet comforting. “I’m not cute,” you insisted, though your voice trembled slightly. “I’m just… I’m just startled, that’s all.”
“Sure, sure,” he said, his tone clearly not convinced. “But I gotta say, this is the best part of the night. I should take you to haunted houses more often.”
You would have retorted, but another scare had you burying your face against his chest, your hands gripping his jacket tightly. Hyunwoo’s laughter softened as he held you closer, rubbing your back gently. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice still tinged with humor but also genuine affection. “I’m here. I won’t let anything actually get you.”
Despite his teasing, his presence was incredibly reassuring, and you found yourself relaxing just a little. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled.
“And you’re adorable,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “But don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you if you admit it.”
You lifted your head to glare at him, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way you were still holding onto him. “I’m not admitting anything,” you said stubbornly.
He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Fine, be stubborn. But you can’t deny that you’re clinging to me right now.”
You were about to argue, but you realized he was right. Your hands were still gripping his jacket, and you were pressed against him as if he was your only lifeline in the haunted house. Sighing, you reluctantly let go, though you stayed close to him as you made your way through the rest of the house.
By the time you finally exited the haunted house, you were visibly shaken. The cold night air hit you like a welcome relief, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. Hyunwoo, ever the observer, noticed the way your hands were trembling slightly, and his expression softened.
“Hey,” he said gently, turning to face you. “You okay, baby?”
You nodded, though your body was still on edge. “Yeah, just… that was more intense than I expected.”
Hyunwoo’s smug demeanor softened as he reached out, taking both of your hands in his. “You did good,” he said, his voice sincere. “I’m proud of you for making it through. Even if you were scared.”
You pouted slightly, still a little embarrassed by how you had reacted. “You’re going to tease me about this forever, aren’t you?”
He chuckled, nodding. “Oh, definitely. But not because you were scared—because you were so cute trying to be brave.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a soft kiss, his lips warm and reassuring against yours. The kiss was slow and sweet, a stark contrast to the adrenaline-filled moments you’d just experienced. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkling with that familiar, playful light.
“You know I love you, right?” he whispered, his voice soft and affectionate.
You smiled, finally letting go of your stubbornness. “Yeah, I know,” you replied, leaning into him. “I love you too, even if you’re a smug, arrogant tease.”
He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. “Can’t help it,” he murmured into your hair. “Especially when you’re so irresistible.”
Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x softdom!san (ft. Yeonjun of TXT)
Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff, angst, best friends to lovers
Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), softdom!San, sub!reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, a little rough, san is quite big, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart...), talk about an abusive relationship, emotional vulnerability, aftercare, unprotected sex (if you see anything I haven't put in there, please lmk!)
Word count ◊ 7,2k
Summary ◊ You show up in the middle of the night at San's apartment after your bf Yeonjun broke up with you, but what you do not know is how San is so unconditionally in love with you.
a/n: I portrayed Yeonjun in a certain way here, but don't come for me! I'm a MOA too!
You and San had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Growing up together, sharing secrets and dreams, it was no surprise that you felt entirely at home in his company. San's presence had always been a constant, a comforting backdrop to your life. However, what you hadn't noticed was the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his smile softened when you laughed. He had fallen for you long ago, but he never had the courage to admit it—not to himself, and certainly not to anyone else.
Meanwhile, you had been dating Yeonjun for a few months. At first, everything seemed perfect. He was charming, attentive, and everything you thought you wanted. But as time went on, Yeonjun's true colors began to show. He treated you poorly, his words often harsh and his actions thoughtless. Despite the growing cracks in your relationship, you clung to the hope that things would get better. They never did.
One Friday night, after a particularly brutal argument, Yeonjun broke up with you. His words were cruel, his tone biting, and you were left feeling utterly shattered. Unable to face the emptiness of your apartment, you found yourself standing outside San's door at midnight, your face wet with tears.
You gently knocked at his door and San opened the door, his eyes widening in shock when he saw you. ‘’Y/n? What happened?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you just shook your head, tears streaming down your face. He was quick to take you in his arms, enveloping you in a warm hug before guiding you to his couch.
"Talk to me," he urged softly, sitting beside you.
You took a deep breath, struggling to find your voice. "Yeonjun... he broke up with me," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling. "We had an awful fight. He was so mean.’’
San's eyes darkened with anger. "That bastard. What did he say to you?’’
You shook your head again, not wanting to recount the hurtful words. "It doesn't matter. I just... I couldn't stay there.’’
San clenched his fists, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "I want to go over there and beat him up. He has no right to treat you like this.’’
"No, San," you said quickly, placing a hand on his arm. "Please don't. It's not worth it. I just need you right now.’’
His expression softened instantly. "Okay. I'm here for you," he promised, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. You buried your face in his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of his presence. He stroked your hair gently, whispering soothing words.
"You deserve so much better," he murmured. "Yeonjun is an idiot for letting you go.’’
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. "Do you really think so?’’
"I know so," San replied firmly. "You're amazing, and anyone would be lucky to have you.’’
A small smile tugged at your lips despite the pain. "Thank you, San. You're the best friend anyone could ask for.’’
San's heart ached at your words, but he forced a smile. "Anything for you," he said softly. He wished he could tell you how he really felt, how much he loved you, but he didn't want to risk losing your friendship.
San watched as you tried to find comfort on the couch. He hated seeing you like this, so broken and vulnerable. Determined to lift your spirits, even if just a little, he pulled the blanket around you more snugly.
"Hey," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "How about we try to take your mind off things for a bit?’’’
You sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. ‘’How?’’
San thought for a moment, then smiled. "Remember that time in middle school when we tried to bake a cake for your mom's birthday and ended up setting off the fire alarm?’’
You couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. "Yeah, and the cake was half-burnt, half-raw.’’
"Exactly! And your mom still said it was the best cake she'd ever had because we made it with 'extra love and a dash of chaos,'" San added, grinning.
A small smile played on your lips. "She was always so supportive.’’
San nodded, his eyes twinkling. "She still is. Just like you have so many people who care about you.’’
You sighed, leaning against him. "It's just hard, you know? I really thought Yeonjun was different.’’
"I know," San said, his voice gentle. "But sometimes people aren't who we hope they are. And that’s not your fault.’’ He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are and treats you with the love and respect you deserve.’’
You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling a bit of the tension leave your body. "Thanks, Sannie. I don't know what I'd do without you.’’’
He squeezed your shoulder. "You'd do just fine. You're strong, even if you don't always feel like it.’’
For the next hour, San kept talking, sharing funny stories from childhood and moments that made you both laugh until your sides hurt. He reminded you of the time he tried to impress you by jumping off the highest diving board at the pool, only to belly-flop spectacularly. Or the time you both got lost during a school trip and ended up finding a hidden ice cream parlor that became your secret spot.
"Remember when we made that secret handshake?" he asked, his eyes bright with amusement.
You nodded, a real smile breaking through. "We thought we were so cool.’’
"We were cool," he insisted, demonstrating the complex series of claps and snaps you had created. "We still are.’’
You laughed, following along with the handshake. It felt good to laugh, even if just for a moment. San's presence was like a balm to your wounded heart, his affection and kindness wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
The night wore on, and though the pain of Yeonjun's words still lingered, it was dulled by San's unwavering support. He stayed by your side, talking and laughing.
San, ever attentive, noticed how your eyes struggled to stay open.
"You look exhausted," he said softly, his hand still gently rubbing your back. ‘’You wanna stay over? You could take my bed.’’
You nodded, stifling a yawn. "I am, but I don't want to take your bed from you. I can sleep on the couch, it’s fine »
San shook his head, his expression firm. "No way. You need a proper bed to sleep in, and you're not arguing with me on this.’’ You tried to protest, but he held up a hand, silencing you. "I insist. Come on, let's get you settled."
He stood up and offered you his hand, helping you to your feet. You were honestly too tired to argue with him, you knew how stubborn he could be. As you reached his bedroom, he pulled back the covers and motioned for you to enter. You hesitated, looking at him with a mixture of gratitude and guilt.
"You sure?" you asked, your voice small.
"Positive," he replied firmly. "Now, get in."
You slid into the bed, the soft sheets feeling like a haven after the emotional turmoil of the night. San tucked the blanket around you, his movements gentle and caring.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "No, this is perfect. Thank you, San."
He nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You're welcome. Try to get some rest, okay? I'll be right outside if you need anything."
You reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly. "You're really the best, you know that?"
San's smile was soft, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions. "I just want you to be okay. Sleep well."
With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You listened to his footsteps as he walked back to the living room, your heart was fluttering. He was just so affectionate and caring.
San settled onto the couch, pulling the blanket over himself. The couch was familiar, a place he'd often crashed after late-night gaming sessions or movie marathons. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, he was acutely aware of you in his bed, just a room away, and the vulnerability you'd shown him.
San lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, unable to find any semblance of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you crying and hurt flashed through his mind. He was consumed by a mix of anger and helplessness, hating Yeonjun for what he'd done to you.
He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work. His mind was too restless, his heart too full of unresolved emotions. He glanced at the clock—2:30 AM. With a frustrated sigh, he sat up, running a hand through his hair.
In the quiet of the living room, the sudden sound of a notification startled him. He looked over and saw your phone on the coffee table, its screen glowing with a new message. Curiosity and concern got the better of him, and he leaned over to see who it was.
It was a message from Yeonjun.
San's jaw clenched as he read the words on the screen:
[Junnie] I hope you're happy. You always find a way to make everything my fault. Good luck with this one.
San felt a surge of anger so intense it made his hands shake. He couldn't believe the audacity of Yeonjun to send such a cruel message after everything he'd put you through. It took every ounce of self-control not to grab his keys and march over to Yeonjun's place right then and there.
Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew that confronting Yeonjun wouldn't help you right now. You needed him here, not out picking a fight. But he couldn't just ignore the message either. He needed to find a way to protect and shield you from more pain.
He stared at your phone, contemplating whether to wake you up and tell you about the message. But you had finally found some peace, and he didn't want to disturb that. Instead, he decided to keep an eye on your phone for any more messages, ensuring nothing else would upset you tonight.
San stood up, pacing the living room, his mind racing. He needed to focus on something else, anything to keep from stewing in his anger. He went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of chamomile tea, hoping it might help him relax. As he waited for the water to boil, he replayed the night's events in his mind.
"Why can't he just leave her alone?" San muttered to himself, pouring the hot water over the tea bag. "Hasn't he done enough damage?"
He took a sip of the tea, its warmth doing little to soothe his frayed nerves. He wished he could do more for you, wished he could take away all the hurt and replace it with happiness. But he knew that healing took time, and all he could do was be there for you every step of the way.
San returned to the couch, setting the tea on the coffee table. He picked up your phone again, staring at Yeonjun's message. Without thinking, he typed out a reply:
[You] She deserves better than you. Leave her alone.
But he didn't send it. He deleted the message, knowing it wasn't his place to intervene directly. Instead, he placed your phone back on the table and sat down, his head in his hands. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him.
Lost in thought, he nearly jumped when he heard the soft sound of your footsteps approaching. He turned to see you standing in the doorway, looking small and vulnerable in the dim light.
"Sannie, are you still awake?" you asked quietly, your voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Yeah, I'm awake," he replied, his heart softening as he looked at you. "What's wrong? Do you need something?"
You hesitated, glancing down at your feet before meeting his eyes. "I... I don't want to be alone right now. Can you... can you come to bed with me?"
San's heart skipped a beat. You and he had shared a bed before, back in the days when sleepovers and movie marathons ended with both of you crashing wherever you could. But this felt different, more intimate. He could feel his emotions bubbling up, threatening to spill over.
He took a deep breath, pushing his feelings aside. This wasn't about him; it was about you needing comfort. "Of course," he said gently. "I'll be right there."
You gave him a small, grateful smile, and he followed you back to the bedroom. The room was filled with a soft, calming silence,.
San watched as you climbed back into bed, settling under the blankets. He hesitated momentarily before joining you, lying down on the other side. The bed dipped slightly under his weight, and he turned to face you, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, looking at him with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Yes, thank you. I just... I didn't want to be alone tonight."
"I understand," San said softly. "I'm here for you."
You reached out and took his hand, holding it tightly. The simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through him, and he squeezed your hand in return.
"Do you remember all those sleepovers we used to have?" you asked, your voice tinged with nostalgia.
San smiled, nodding. "Yeah, of course. We used to stay up all night talking and laughing."
You sighed contentedly. "Those were some of the best times. I always felt so safe with you."
San's heart ached with the weight of his unspoken feelings. "And you still are safe with me. Always."
For a moment, the room was silent, save for the gentle sound of your breathing. San struggled internally, fighting the urge to confess everything he felt. But he knew this wasn't the time. You needed comfort, not complications.
San lay there, the steady rhythm of your breathing filling the room. He tried to calm his racing thoughts, but it was nearly impossible with you so close to him. The familiar warmth of your body pressed against his was something he had experienced countless times before, yet tonight it felt different—intensely different.
Every breath you took, every slight movement you made, seemed to send sparks of awareness through him. He could feel the rise and fall of your chest against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, and it was driving him to distraction. He knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially now, but he couldn't help it. The closeness, the intimacy of the moment, was turning him on in a way he hadn't expected.
He tried to shift slightly, hoping to ease the tension in his body, but it only seemed to make things worse. You stirred, tightening your grip on his hand and snuggling closer. San's heart pounded in his chest, and he swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing.
"San?" you murmured sleepily, your voice a soft whisper in the darkness.
"Yeah?" he replied, his voice tight with the effort of keeping his emotions in check.
"Are you okay?" you asked, concern evident even through your drowsiness.
San forced a smile, even though you couldn't see it. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... a lot on my mind."
You shifted slightly, your leg brushing against his. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan. "You can talk to me, you know. I'm here for you, too."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I know. It's just... it's nothing. Really."
You were quiet for a moment, your fingers gently tracing patterns on the back of his hand. As you drifted back into sleep, San lay there, his body tense and his mind racing. He couldn't understand why he felt so different this time. You had always been affectionate with each other, cuddling during movie nights or sleepovers, but tonight, the feeling was overwhelming.
He tried to distract himself, focusing on the sound of the rain tapping gently against the window, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you. The way your hair felt against his cheek, the warmth of your breath on his neck, the soft curves of your body nestled against his.
"Get a grip, San," he muttered to himself, trying to push the thoughts away. "This isn't the time."
But the more he tried to ignore it, the more aware he became of every tiny detail. The subtle scent of your shampoo, the softness of your skin, the way you fit perfectly against him. It was driving him crazy, and he didn't know how much longer he could take it.
You shifted, turning your back to him. For a brief moment, he thought the change in position might help him regain some control over his tumultuous emotions. But then you moved closer, pressing your back firmly against his chest. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting gently on your stomach.
The intimacy of the position made his heart pound. Your body was so close, so warm, and he could feel every curve pressed against him. His mind raced, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady.
You sighed contentedly, snuggling closer. The movement pressed your body even tighter against his, and he felt a surge of heat rush through him. His mind screamed at him to keep it together, but the sensation of your curves against his chest, the softness of your body, was making it incredibly difficult. He could feel himself getting harder and harder.
He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feel of you in his arms. He thought about the cold night air, the sound of the rain outside, anything to distract himself from the intoxicating closeness. But every time you shifted slightly, it sent another wave of awareness through him.
As you continued to shift and wiggle, seeking a comfortable position, it became increasingly difficult. Each movement pressed your body closer against him, and he could feel every curve, every contour, of your form against his. It was driving him mad.
You shifted again, your back pressing firmly against his chest, your hips moving slightly. San's breath hitched, and despite his best efforts, he felt himself getting harder. He clenched his jaw, trying to will away the arousal, but it was no use. Your absent-minded movements were too much for him to handle.
‘’Y/n, please stop moving,’’ he whispered hoarsely, his voice strained with the effort of keeping control.
You froze, the sudden tension in his voice startling you. Then you felt it—a hard, undeniable pressure against your lower back. Your eyes widened as realization dawned.
"San..." you whispered, turning your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. "Is that...?"
San's face flushed with embarrassment. ‘’Fuck, I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
You could see the discomfort and shame in his eyes, and something inside you shifted. You felt a surge of confidence, an unexpected boldness. You turned fully to face him, your heart pounding. Without saying a word, you reached down and placed your hand over his hardness, feeling the heat and firmness through the fabric.
San's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in shock. ‘’Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
You met his gaze, your own eyes filled with a mix of determination and desire. "I want this too," you said softly, your hand gently squeezing him through his pants.
San's heart raced, but he hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. "You don't have to," he said, his voice strained. "I don't want you to feel pressured or like you owe me anything. Especially not after everything with Yeonjun."
You shook your head, your eyes softening. "San, I want this. I want you."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "But I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. You're vulnerable right now, and I don't want to be another person who hurts you."
You looked at him, your expression serious. "San, you could never hurt me. The real reason Yeonjun and I broke up... it was because of you."
San's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?"
You sighed, feeling a weight lift as you prepared to share the truth. "Yeonjun was always jealous of our relationship. He couldn't understand how important you are to me. Last night, he asked me to choose between him and you.’’
San's heart skipped a beat. "And you chose me?"
"Without hesitation," you said firmly. "He couldn't accept that. He accused me of loving you more than him, and honestly, he was right. I do love you more."
San stared at you, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes. "I had no idea," he whispered. "I never wanted to come between you two."
"You didn't," you replied, your voice steady. "Yeonjun did that himself. And when he forced me to choose, it made me realize just how much you mean to me."
San's heart ached with the weight of your words. "I never wanted to admit it, but I've always loved you," he confessed, his voice trembling. "But I was afraid of ruining our friendship."
You smiled, your eyes shining with tears. "You could never ruin it, San. You've always been there for me, through everything. And now, I want to be here for you."
San felt a surge of emotion, a mix of relief, joy, and overwhelming love. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his touch tender. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and passion.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice a whisper.
He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. When you didn't, he pressed his lips to yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down your spine. His lips were soft yet firm, moving against yours with a careful, loving precision. It was a kiss filled with years of pent-up emotions, a kiss that spoke of friendship, love, and unspoken desires.
San's hand moved to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss slightly. You could feel his breath mixing with yours, the warmth of his body so close to yours. Every touch, every movement was deliberate, as if he were memorizing the feel of you.
As the kiss continued, it grew more intense. The emotions that had been building up inside both of you for so long now found their release. His kisses became more urgent, his lips moving against yours with a newfound hunger. He tilted his head to gain better access, his tongue slipping out to gently trace your lower lip before seeking entrance.
You parted your lips, allowing him in, and a soft moan escaped from deep within your throat. The kiss was no longer just an expression of love but a claim. San's tongue explored your mouth, tasting and teasing, and you responded with equal fervor, meeting his passion with your own.
San's hands began to roam your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. He ran his fingers down your sides, feeling the curves of your waist and hips. His hands slid under your shirt, the warmth of his palms against your skin sending sparks of desire through you.
"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with awe.
He shifted, hovering over you, his body pressing you gently into the mattress. The weight of him felt comforting and exciting all at once. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you.
"So perfect," he whispered, his voice husky. "You're perfect, baby."
You shivered at the pet name, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. "San," you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss.
This kiss was even more heated, filled with an urgency that left you both breathless. San's hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of your body with a mix of tenderness and possession. He cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, drawing a gasp from your lips.
"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire.
"Yes," you moaned, arching into his touch. "So good, Sannie."
He smiled against your lips, pleased with your response. "I want to make you feel amazing," he murmured, kissing a trail down your neck. "You deserve to be worshipped.’’
San's kisses trailed down your body, his lips and tongue leaving a path of fire in their wake. He paused at your breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until you were writhing beneath him, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
"San, please," you begged, your voice a mix of need and desperation.
He looked up at you, his eyes blazing with passion. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want."
"I want you," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. "I need you."
But he couldn’t give it to you right away. He knew he had to prepare you to ensure you were ready for him. He wanted this to be perfect for you.
He looked down at you. "I need to get you ready for me," he murmured, his voice husky. "I don't want to hurt you."
You nodded, your breath coming in shallow gasps. He kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck and across your collarbone. He moved lower, kissing a path between your breasts and down your stomach, savoring the taste of your skin. When he reached the juncture of your thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a mix of tenderness and hunger.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly, his fingers gently parting your folds. "I want to make you feel so good."
His touch was gentle at first, his fingers exploring your cunt with a tenderness that sent shivers through your body. He found your clit, circling it with his thumb while his fingers teased your entrance. You gasped, your hips lifting off the bed as he touched you.
"Sannie," you moaned, your voice a breathless plea.
He smiled, pleased by your response. "Let me hear you."
Slowly, he slid one finger inside you, feeling the warmth and tightness of your body. You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch. He moved his finger in and out, his thumb still circling your clit, and watched as your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
‘’Fuck,yes,’’ you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets. "So good, San."
Encouraged by your response, he added a second finger, stretching you gently. The sensation was intense, and you cried out, your hips rocking against his hand. San's eyes darkened with lust, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
"You're so tight,’’ he murmured against your lips. "So perfect for me."
You whimpered, the pleasure building inside you with every movement of his fingers. "San, please," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.
He groaned, the sound of your need driving him wild. "I love hearing you beg, baby," he said, his fingers thrusting deeper. "I could do this all night."
Every sound you made seemed to intoxicate him, fueling his desire to pleasure you. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. You cried out his name, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations.
"That's it," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you."
You were so close, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly. With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your orgasm washing over you in powerful waves. You cried out, your body arching off the bed as you clung to him.
San watched you, his eyes filled with awe and desire. "You're so beautiful when you come," he murmured, his fingers still moving inside you, drawing out every last bit of your pleasure.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from you, his eyes dark with desire as he brought them to his lips. He tasted you on his fingers, his eyelids fluttering shut and a deep, satisfied groan escaping from his throat.
"God, you taste so good," he murmured, his voice rough with lust. His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, lost in the intoxicating flavor of you. "I could get addicted to this."
Your cheeks flushed with heat at his words, but your own desire was just as intense. With a newfound boldness, you reached down and gently wrapped your hand around his hardness, inside his sweatpants, feeling the heat and firmness of him through his sweatpants.
"I want to touch you," you whispered, your hand stroking him slowly. "I want to make you feel good too."
A shiver of pleasure ran through him at your touch, and he groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting into your hand. "You already do," he said, his voice strained. "But I won't stop you."
With trembling fingers, you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, and he helped you remove them, tossing them aside. You marveled at the sight of him, hard and ready for you. He was indeed pretty big. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him gently.
San let out a deep, guttural moan, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation. "Just like that, baby.’’
You watched his face, mesmerized by the expressions of pleasure that crossed it. The sight of him, so vulnerable and turned on by your touch, filled you with a heady mix of power and desire. You wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given you.
You positioned yourself between his legs, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and he smiled down at you, his gaze filled with love and encouragement.
Slowly, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his length, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. San's breath hitched, and he let out a deep moan, his hands gripping the sheets. You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his shaft. You started slowly, finding a rhythm that felt comfortable, your hand stroking the base as your mouth moved up and down.
San's reactions were immediate and intense. His hips bucked slightly, and he let out a series of deep, guttural moans, his hands tangling in your hair. "Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
You felt a surge of confidence at his praise, and you took him deeper, your mouth and hand working together to bring him pleasure. The sounds he made, the way his body responded to your touch, it all fueled your desire to please him.
"Yes, just like that," San panted, his voice low and rough. "You're so perfect, baby. So good to me."
You continued, the pace of your movements increasing as you sensed his pleasure building. His moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth. You could feel him getting closer, his body tensing with anticipation.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "So close, baby."
You looked up at him with doe eyes, your eyes meeting his, and you could see the raw desire and love in his gaze. You wanted to take him over the edge, to make him feel as good as he had made you feel. With a final, deep movement, you took him fully into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him.
San let out a deep, shuddering groan, his hands tightening in your hair as he came, his release filling your mouth. You swallowed, savoring the taste of him, and continued to move until he was spent.
Slowly, you pulled back, your eyes meeting his. He looked down at you with a mixture of awe and love, his chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. Without giving you timr to register what was happening, he picked you and pinned you underneath him once again. He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching yours.
"Are you ready, love?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. ‘’Yes, please, I need you.’’
With a groan, he began to enter you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The sensation was intense, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He was big, and you could feel every inch of him as he filled you completely. It was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a slight edge of pain that quickly turned into pure ecstasy.
"God, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice rough. "You feel so good, baby. So perfect."
He started to move, his rhythm steady but rough, each thrust deep and deliberate. The sensation was incredible, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.
‘’Fuck" you gasped, your voice filled with need.
"Let me hear you, baby," he groaned, his hips moving faster. "I want to hear every sound you make."
As he found his rhythm, his movements became rougher, more urgent. He thrust deeply, his hips driving into you with a force that made you cry out in pleasure. Each thrust hit a spot deep inside you, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.
You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the sheets as he pounded into you. The intensity of his movements, combined with the constant stream of praise and pet names, drove you wild. You screamed his name.
He reached down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation pushed you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Come for me. I want to feel you."
He didn't stop, his thrusts becoming even more relentless as he chased his own release. The sensation of him moving inside you, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, was almost too much to bear. But it felt so good, so perfect.
"I need to hear you again," he groaned, his rhythm never faltering. "Come for me again, sweetheart. Let me feel you."
You moaned loudly, your body responding to his words and his touch. The pleasure built quickly, and you felt another orgasm rushing through you. "Sannie, I'm coming," you gasped, your body trembling with the intensity.
"Good girl," he growled, his thrusts becoming even rougher. "I love it when you come for me. You're so beautiful."
You cried out as you came again, the pleasure washing over you in powerful waves. San continued to thrust deeply, his own moans mixing with yours as he pushed you both to the brink.
He pulled out of you and flipped you, positioning you on your hands and knees. He groaned at the sight, his hands gripping your hips as he lined himself up and thrust deeply inside you again.
"God, yes," he moaned, his voice filled with lust. "You look so perfect like this."
He set a punishing rhythm, his hips driving into you with a force that made you cry out in pleasure. One hand was on your hip while the other was on your neck, pushing you towards him as he thrust powerfully. "You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with possession. "All mine."
"Yes, Sannie," you gasped, your body rocking with each thrust. "I'm yours. Always."
He reached around, his fingers finding your clit again and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt another orgasm building quickly. "San, I'm going to come," you moaned, your voice shaking with need.
"Do it," he commanded, his thrusts becoming even rougher. "Come for me, baby. I need to feel you."
You cried out his name as you came, your body shuddering with the intensity. San groaned loudly, his own release following quickly as he filled you with his warmth.
For a long moment, you both stayed like that, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. San slowly pulled out of you, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you into his arms.
"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love. "So beautiful, so perfect."
You smiled, your heart swelling with love and contentment. "I love you, San," you whispered, your voice full of truth.
"I love you too," he replied, his eyes soft with emotion. "More than anything."
He kissed your forehead before slowly getting up from the bed, carefully pulling away from you. "Stay here, my love. I'll be right back," he said softly. You nodded, your body still tingling from the intensity of your lovemaking.
He returned a few moments later with a warm, damp cloth and a bottle of water. He climbed back onto the bed, gently spreading your legs and starting to clean you up. His touch was tender, every movement filled with care and love.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft as he wiped you clean.
"I'm a bit sore," you admitted, your voice a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.
San's eyes filled with concern, and he gently caressed your thigh. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll be gentler next time."
You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Please don't. I like it rough."
He paused, then a slow grin spread across his face. "Oh, you do, do you?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "My little baby likes it rough, huh?"
You blushed, feeling a surge of warmth at his playful tone. You slowly nodded.
San chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Well, I'll keep that in mind for next time," he said, leaning down to kiss you softly. "But I'll still make sure you're taken care of, no matter what."
After he finished cleaning you up, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around both of you. He held you close, his hand gently stroking your back in soothing circles. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were incredibly comforting.
"Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice filled with love and concern.
You nodded, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. "Yes, Sannie. I'm more than okay. I'm perfect."
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good. I want you to always feel perfect with me."
You nestled closer to him, your head resting on his chest. "I do, San. I always have."
love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with happiness.
For a while, you both lay there in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking and the deep connection you shared. San's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, his touch soothing and reassuring.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.
You shook your head, feeling completely content. "Just you," you said, your voice filled with love. "I just need you."
"You have me," he replied, his voice tender. "Always."
He continued to hold you, his presence a comforting anchor as you both began to drift off to sleep. The night had been intense, but the love and care San showed you in the aftermath made everything feel even more special.
As you drifted back to sleep, feeling safe and loved in San's arms, a soft buzzing sound interrupted the serene quiet of the room. San frowned, his protective instincts kicking in as he realized it was your phone on his bedside table. He gently eased out of your embrace, making sure not to wake you, and reached for the phone.
The screen displayed a message from Yeonjun.
[Junnie] Where are you? Who are you with?
San's jaw tightened with anger, but he decided to ignore the message. However, the phone buzzed again, another message from Yeonjun.
[Junnie] I know you're at San's. You're such a whore.
San felt a surge of rage, his blood boiling at the audacity of Yeonjun's words. He couldn't let that slide. Carefully, he unlocked your phone and typed out a response, his fingers flying over the screen with determination.
[You] Yes, she's with me. And she's much better off here than she ever was with you. Don’t ever think of insulting her ever again. - San
He hit send, feeling a grim satisfaction as the message was delivered. He knew it might escalate things, but he couldn't stand the thought of Yeonjun continuing to harass you, especially after everything you'd been through.
San placed the phone back on the bedside table and glanced at you. You were still sound asleep, your face peaceful and content. He gently kissed your forehead, feeling a wave of tenderness wash over him.
"You're safe with me," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Sliding back into bed, San pulled you into his arms again, wrapping the blanket around both of you. The warmth of your body against his was soothing, calming the anger that still simmered within him. He stroked your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.
As he lay there, his thoughts kept returning to Yeonjun's messages. The anger flared again briefly, but then he looked at you, peaceful in his arms, and he felt a deep sense of purpose. He would protect you, no matter what.
With that vow in his heart, San closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him into a sense of calm. The events of the night played through his mind, a whirlwind of passion, love, and anger, but ultimately, a sense of rightness settled over him. You were with him, where you belonged, and he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy.
As sleep finally began to claim him, San held you close, his protective embrace a silent promise of his unwavering support and love. The future was uncertain, but with you in his arms, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And with that comforting thought, he drifted off to sleep, the warmth of your presence his greatest solace.
Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x serialkiller!harddom!yunho
Genre ◊ SMUT, angst, THIS IS REALLY DARK OKAY
Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), kife play, harddom!yunho, Yunho is a psycho in this, so BEWARE, oral (m. receiving), fingering, really rough, dacryphilia, CNC, dirty talk, passing out, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, graphic violence, mention of killing, psychological manipulation, Yunho is a sadist in this, emotional abuse, unprotected sex, degradation, pet names calling, SOME REALLY DARK SHIT
Word count ◊ 7,9k
Summary ◊ you were with your boyfriend Yunho, chilling in your shared living room, when you saw an article on the TV talking about the recent serial killer that had been terrorizing the city. What would happen when they released a drawing and it looks exactly like you sweet sweet boyfriend Yunho?
a/n: that's the darkest and most twisted shit i have ever written omggg. not proofread, enjoy!
You and Yunho had been together for nearly two years, sharing an apartment that had become your sanctuary. The two of you had built a life of comfort and love, one that was filled with laughter, late-night conversations, and lazy evenings spent in front of the TV. Tonight was no different. You were curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, while Yunho sat beside you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both watched a random show on TV. He was always so sweet, so attentive, and you adored him for it. He was the kind of boyfriend that made your heart flutter with joy, and you often found yourself thinking how lucky you were to have him.
"Want me to get us some snacks?" Yunho asked, his voice soft and warm.
You smiled up at him, nodding. "Yes, please. You know I can't resist popcorn."
He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before standing up and heading to the kitchen. As he disappeared around the corner, you picked up the remote and began flipping through channels. The TV stopped on a news channel, where a reporter was standing in front of a police station, speaking about the latest updates on a serial killer that had been terrorizing the city. You hesitated for a moment, your curiosity piqued. You weren't usually one to watch the news, especially regarding such dark topics, but something about this story drew you in.
The reporter’s voice was grave. "Police have released a sketch of the suspect, based on eyewitness accounts. The individual is considered extremely dangerous, and citizens are advised to stay indoors and report any suspicious activity immediately."
Your heart froze as the screen flashed to a detailed sketch of the suspect. The image was unmistakable—high cheekbones, sharp jawline, intense eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. It was Yunho. There was no mistaking it. The man you had shared your life with for the past two years was being identified as a serial killer.
Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. This couldn't be true. It had to be a mistake, a horrible, horrible mistake. Yunho was the most loving person you had ever met. How could he possibly be capable of such heinous acts?
Footsteps approached, and your heart began to race. Yunho returned from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in hand and a gentle smile on his face. But as his eyes flickered to the TV screen and he saw the sketch, his expression changed instantly. The warmth in his eyes turned cold, calculating. The sweet, caring Yunho you knew vanished in an instant, replaced by someone—or something—completely different.
"You know," he said quietly, his voice devoid of the tenderness it usually held.
You swallowed hard, your mind racing to process what was happening. "Yunho... what is this? This can't be you. This has to be some kind of mistake, right?"
He set the popcorn down on the coffee table and slowly turned to face you fully. His eyes were dark, void of any emotion. "It's not a mistake, love," he said, his voice unnervingly calm. "I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t find out. At least, not like this."
Panic surged through you. The man standing before you, the one you had loved so deeply, was not who you thought he was. You began to tremble, the reality of the situation sinking in.
"What... what have you done?" you whispered, your voice trembling.
He stepped closer, and you instinctively moved back, but there was nowhere to go. You were trapped between him and the armrest of the couch.
"I did what I had to do," he said simply. "And now, you know. You know everything." His gaze turned predatory, a twisted smile creeping onto his face. "And I can’t let you run around with that knowledge."
You shook your head desperately. "No, Yunho, please! I won't say anything, I promise. We can forget about this, we can pretend I never saw it. Just... just let this go."
He laughed softly, a sound that chilled you to the bone. "Oh, darling, you’re so sweet,’’ he traced along your jawline with his fingers smoothly, making your breath itch. ‘’But you know better than that. Once you know the truth, there’s no going back, love. You should have never turned to that channel."
You realized then that there was no reasoning with him. He had transformed into someone else entirely, someone who no longer cared for you in the way he once did. You felt a surge of fear and adrenaline, and before you could think, you bolted from the couch, running toward the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" he called after you, his voice laced with amusement. "You can hide all you want, but I will always find you, y/n. There’s no escaping me."
His words sent a shiver down your spine as you stumbled up the stairs, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You had to get away, had to find a place where he couldn’t reach you. You reached the top of the stairs and darted into the bedroom, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
The closet. You threw open the door and squeezed inside, pulling the door shut as quietly as you could. The darkness enveloped you, and you pressed a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the sound of your heavy breathing.
For a moment, all you could hear was the deafening silence of the house, your mind racing with fear and confusion. How could this be happening? How could the man you loved, the man who had been so gentle and kind, be capable of such monstrosity?
But as you crouched there, hiding in the darkness, a strange realization began to creep into your mind. The way he had looked at you, the way his voice had changed when he revealed his true nature—it should have terrified you, and it did, but it also stirred something else inside you. Something you hadn’t expected. An involuntary thrill ran through you, the idea of his dark side awakening a primal, forbidden desire. You could feel your panties getting soaked with the thrill of hiding, what was wrong with you?
You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. This was not the time. You couldn’t afford to be distracted. Yunho was no longer the man you loved; he was a threat, and you needed to survive.
Suddenly, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed up the stairs. He was coming for you. The door to the bedroom creaked open, and you could hear his soft chuckle.
"Where are you hiding, love?" His voice was a singsong mockery, dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."
You held your breath, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. The closet door was thin, and you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to find you. But you had to try. You had to stay as still and as silent as possible.
The footsteps grew closer, and then stopped right outside the closet. You could feel his presence, could almost sense him on the other side of the door. The silence was suffocating, each second stretching into an eternity.
And then, the closet door was yanked open.
There he stood, his dark eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of satisfaction. He found you. Of course he did.
"Found you," he said softly, almost lovingly.
Before you could react, before you could even think of what to do, his hand shot out, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you out of the closet with a force that sent you stumbling into him. His grip was ironclad, unyielding, and as he pulled you against him, you could feel the raw power radiating from his body. There was no escape.
In one swift motion, Yunho spun you around and slammed you against the wall, pinning you there with his body. His forearm pressed against your throat, restricting your air flow just enough to make you gasp, your hands instinctively flying up to try and push him away, but he was too strong. You were trapped, completely at his mercy.
“You shouldn’t have hidden from me,” he hissed, his face inches from yours. His breath was warm against your skin, contrasting with the coldness of his actions. “You know there’s no point in running. I always find what’s mine.”
Your vision blurred slightly as your lungs struggled for air, your chest heaving against the pressure of his arm. Fear coursed through you, but beneath it, something else stirred—a dark, unwanted thrill that you couldn’t quite suppress. It twisted your fear into something more complicated, something you didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore.
Yunho’s free hand reached into his pocket, and when he pulled it out, a glint of silver caught your eye. It was a kitchen knife, the blade sharp and deadly, and the sight of it sent a fresh wave of terror through you. He brought the knife up to your face, the cold metal grazing your skin as he dragged it slowly, deliberately, from your cheekbone down to your jawline.
“Should I kill you with this?” he murmured, his voice almost thoughtful as he traced the blade along your skin. “Or should I use my bare hands? Crush the life out of you until there’s nothing left but your pretty little corpse?”
You whimpered, the sound barely escaping your lips as the knife continued its cruel path. The coldness of the blade was a stark contrast to the heat building within you, a confusing mix of fear and arousal that left you trembling. You didn’t want this—didn’t want to feel this way—but you couldn’t help it. The danger, the way he held your life in his hands, the way his sheer presence overwhelmed you, it all triggered something deep within you that you didn’t understand but couldn’t deny.
Yunho’s eyes narrowed as he watched you, as he felt your body react to his touch in a way that you couldn’t hide. A twisted smile curled his lips, and he let out a dark, mocking laugh. He could see your inner thighs glistening as your arousal dripped past your panties.
“Oh, what’s this?” he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. “Are you actually enjoying this? Does the thought of me killing you turn you on?”
You shook your head desperately, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you struggled against the sensations flooding your body. But he wasn’t fooled. He could feel the way your pulse quickened under his arm, could see the way your body betrayed you, and it only seemed to amuse him more.
“What a shame,” he murmured, his voice suddenly soft, almost regretful. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I actually loved you. But now, look at you. You’re pathetic, clinging to life even as the idea of your own death turns you on. How sick is that?”
A shudder ran through you at his words, the mixture of disgust and arousal twisting into a knot of confusion and shame deep within you. You hated him for what he was doing, for the way he was toying with you, but you couldn’t deny the raw and fucked up response he was pulling from you. It was as if he had tapped into some dark corner of your psyche that you didn’t even know existed, and now that it was unleashed, you couldn’t control it.
“You know,” he continued, dragging the knife down to your throat, just above where his arm still pressed against you. “I could slit your throat right here, right now. Watch the life drain from your eyes as you bleed out. Or,” he paused, his smile widening, “I could do it with my hands, feel your pulse weaken under my fingers until you’re nothing but a memory. I haven’t made up my mind yet, what do you prefer, love? Mmh?”
Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were not just tears of fear—they were tears of frustration, of confusion, of the overwhelming intensity of the situation. You didn’t want to die, didn’t want this twisted game to continue, but the way he held you, the way he controlled every breath you took, it sent a surge of dark desire through you that you couldn’t stop.
Yunho’s smile grew crueler as he saw your tears, his mockery turning into something more vicious. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You sick little thing,” he sneered. “Does the thought of being killed by me make you feel alive? Does it turn you on that much?”
You choked on a sob, your hands weakly gripping his arm as you tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. His grip tightened, the knife pressing just a little harder against your throat, not enough to break the skin, but enough to remind you how close you were to the edge. You shook your head desperately, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you tried to deny the accusations. But the truth was, you couldn’t hide it—not from him. The way your body responded to him, the way fear twisted into a sick kind of desire deep in your core, it was all too obvious. And he wasn’t going to let you forget it.
“Don’t lie to me,” Yunho growled, his voice taking on a harsher edge. His hand, still pinning you by the throat, tightened its grip just enough to make your vision blur. “You know I hate liars. Or do you want to see me mad? Because believe me, darling, you don’t want that.”
The threat hung heavy in the air, and you could feel your body trembling beneath his touch. The fear was overwhelming, a suffocating presence that made your skin prickle and your heart race—but beneath it all, the dark thrill of it was undeniable. You hated it, hated how you couldn’t control the way your body responded to his words, to the knife against your skin, to the raw power he exuded. It was twisted and wrong, but it was there, pulsing beneath your fear like a dark undercurrent.
“Say it,” Yunho commanded, his voice cutting through your thoughts like the knife at your throat. “Say how much this turns you on. How much you love being at my mercy.”
You bit your lip, trying to keep the words from spilling out, trying to hold on to some shred of dignity. But Yunho was relentless. His free hand slid down your body, his fingers brushing over your waist before pressing between your legs, finding the heat and wetness there. He smirked, the sensation making you jolt in surprise and shame.
“Oh, what’s this?” he mocked, his tone dripping with condescension. “Soaking wet already? I knew you were a little slut for this kind of thing, but I didn’t think you’d be this eager.”
You whimpered, your face burning with humiliation as he rubbed against your soaked panties, his touch deliberate and slow, designed to torment you. The knife remained steady at your throat, a constant, icy reminder of the danger you were in. He had you completely trapped—body and mind—and he was taking full advantage of it.
“You’re disgusting,” he sneered, his voice filled with venom. “Getting off on this—on me threatening to kill you. You’re nothing but a pathetic little whore, aren’t you? My pathetic little whore.”
The words stung, cutting deeper than the knife ever could, but the worst part was how they sent another wave of unwanted arousal through you. His dominance, his cruelty, the way he degraded you—it all twisted together in a sick, intoxicating mix that made your knees weak, made you crave more even as you despised yourself for it.
“Admit it,” Yunho pressed, his voice hardening as he continued to toy with you, his fingers sliding over your wetness and grazed at your clit. “Admit that you love this, or I swear I’ll make you regret it.”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you fought to keep control, but it was no use. He had broken you down, layer by layer, stripping away any resistance you might have had. The fear of what he might do if you didn’t comply—mixed with the sick pleasure you couldn’t help but feel—finally shattered your resolve.
“Yes,” you gasped out, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and shame. “I… I love it.”
Yunho’s smirk widened, a dark satisfaction lighting up his eyes as he heard your confession. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I knew you would. My little slut, always so desperate for attention, even if it’s like this. It’s pathetic, really, but I can’t say I’m not enjoying it.”
He pressed the knife just a little harder against your throat, enough to make you gasp in a mix of fear and twisted pleasure. “Maybe I should reward you,” he mused, his tone deceptively light. “Or maybe I should punish you for being such a depraved little thing. What do you think, hmm?”
You were trembling uncontrollably now, your body reacting to his words in ways you couldn’t control. The threat of the knife, the humiliation of his degrading words, the way he held all the power—it was all too much, and it made you feel dizzy with a mix of terror and desire.
“Please…” you whispered, though you weren’t even sure what you were pleading for. Relief? Release? Escape? Or more of his twisted, cruel dominance? The line between fear and desire had blurred so much you could no longer tell the difference.
Yunho chuckled softly, a low, sinister sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Please, what?” he mocked, his tone cruel and teasing. “Please hurt you more? Please fuck you until you can’t think straight? Or do you want me to kill you, just like I said I would? Tell me, sweetheart, what do you want?”
“I… I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice breaking as tears finally spilled over, mixing with the shame and arousal that burned in your veins.
“Such a fucking mess,” Yunho sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You know,” he began, his voice laced with mockery, “I used to think you were so pure, so innocent. But look at you now. You can’t even figure out what you want. But that’s okay, because I do. I know exactly what you need.”
His fingers pressed harder against your core, rubbing slow, torturous circles over your clit as the knife remained poised at your throat. The dual sensations—pleasure and danger—melded together in a way that made your head spin, made you feel like you were on the edge of something terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
With that, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was rough, dominant, and full of possessive hunger. The kiss was a stark contrast to the cold blade against your throat, the heat of his body overpowering you as he claimed your mouth with brutal intensity.
You kissed him back, unable to resist the way he overwhelmed you, the way he made you feel like you were losing yourself completely to his will. And maybe that was exactly what you wanted—what you needed. To be consumed by him, to be taken and controlled.
“You were always so sweet, so obedient,” he continued, his tone almost conversational as his fingers slipped past the fabric of your panties and plunged inside you without warning for the second time. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave. His movements were rough, aggressive, and completely devoid of any tenderness. He wasn’t making love to you like he was used to—he was claiming you, using you, and the knowledge of that only made the knot of desire in your core tighten further.
“What happened to you, huh?” he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension as he pumped his fingers in and out of you with a brutal rhythm. “You used to be so good, so innocent. Now look at you, getting off on being treated like a dirty little whore. It’s pathetic.”
His words made you wince, but they also sent a jolt of arousal through you that you couldn’t control. Yunho noticed, of course, and his cruel smile widened as he could feel your gummy walls tightening around his fingers. He continued to finger you, his pace unrelenting, almost punishing.
“You like this, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. “You like it when I’m rough with you. When I remind you of how worthless you really are.”
You wanted to protest, wanted to deny the accusation, but the words caught in your throat. The feeling of his fingers inside you, the sharp contrast of the cold knife against your skin as he continued to play with it—it was all too much. You were drowning in a sea of conflicting emotions, of fear, shame, and desire that left you utterly helpless.
Yunho’s free hand continued to toy with the knife, the blade tracing a delicate line from your throat down to your collarbone, then lower still, until it hovered just above your chest. The sensation of the cold metal against your heated skin sent shivers down your spine, the danger of it making your heart race even faster.
“You’re so easy,” Yunho sneered, his fingers curling inside you, hitting a spot that made you moan loudly despite yourself. “So desperate for attention, for any kind of touch, even if it’s like this. How pathetic can you be?”
Tears of frustration and humiliation welled up in your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the way your body responded to his cruel touch, couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure that built with every rough thrust of his fingers. He could see it in your eyes, could feel the way your body clenched around his fingers, and it only made him more vicious.
“Does it feel good?” he mocked, his tone icy as the knife trailed down your chest, resting just above your pounding heart. “Does it feel good to be used like this, to be treated like nothing more than a plaything for my amusement?”
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape, but Yunho wasn’t having it. He pressed the knife a little harder against your skin, just enough to make you gasp in fear.
“Fucking answer me,” he demanded, his voice dark and commanding. “Tell me how much you love it, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Yes, fuck” you choked out, the tears spilling over as the shame and arousal tangled together into something you could no longer separate. “I love it.”
Yunho let out a harsh laugh, his fingers plunging into you even harder, the force of it making your knees buckle. “Of course, you do,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but a pathetic little slut, aren’t you? My pathetic little slut, who gets off on being degraded and hurt. It’s almost sad, really.”
He feigned a look of sympathy, his eyes narrowing as he pretended to consider your plight. “Maybe I should feel bad for you,” he mused, his tone mocking. “But then again, why should I? You’re enjoying every second of this, aren’t you?”
You whimpered, the mix of pain and pleasure becoming almost unbearable as he continued to finger you with a roughness that bordered on cruelty. The knife in his hand was a constant reminder of the danger you were in, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat building in your core. It was a twisted, dark fantasy come to life, and as much as you hated to admit it, it was turning you on more than anything ever had.
Yunho could see the conflict in your eyes, the way you battled with your own desires, and it only spurred him on. “I can feel how wet you are,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “So fucking wet, just from me being mean to you. You’re sick, you know that? Almost as sick as me.”
His words cut deep, but they only served to heighten the arousal that was building to a fever pitch inside you. You hated yourself for it, hated how much you wanted this, needed this. But there was no denying the way your body responded to him, no denying the way his dominance and cruelty made you feel more alive than anything else ever had.
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Yunho’s eyes glinted with a sadistic pleasure as he watched you, completely pinned against the wall. His demeanor was so different now—gone was the sweet, caring boyfriend you once knew. In his place stood someone dark, cruel, and twisted, a man who reveled in your fear and submission. The kindness that used to fill his eyes was now replaced with a cold, calculated malice. It was like looking into the eyes of a stranger, and yet, some part of you was still inexplicably drawn to him.
“You know,” Yunho began, his voice laced with mockery, “I used to think you were so pure, so innocent. But look at you now.” He slid his hand between your legs, his fingers finding the wetness there with an ease that made you shudder. “Soaking wet just from the thought of me hurting you. Disgusting.”
His words cut deep, filling you with shame, but that shame only seemed to heighten the twisted arousal coursing through your veins. You hated yourself for it, hated how your body betrayed you, but there was no denying the way you reacted to him. He knew it, and he was going to exploit every last bit of it.
“You were always so sweet, so obedient,” Yunho continued, his tone almost conversational as his fingers slipped past the fabric of your panties and plunged inside you without warning. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave. His movements were rough, aggressive, and completely devoid of any tenderness. He wasn’t making love to you—he was claiming you, using you, and the knowledge of that only made the knot of desire in your core tighten further.
“What happened to you, huh?” he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension as he pumped his fingers in and out of you with a brutal rhythm. “You used to be so good, so innocent. Now look at you, getting off on being treated like a dirty little whore. It’s pathetic.”
His words made you wince, but they also sent a jolt of arousal through you that you couldn’t control. Yunho noticed, of course, and his cruel smile widened as he continued to finger you, his pace unrelenting, almost punishing.
“You like this, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. “You like it when I’m rough with you, when I degrade you. When I remind you of how worthless you really are.”
You wanted to protest, wanted to deny the accusation, but the words caught in your throat. The feeling of his fingers inside you, the sharp contrast of the cold knife against your skin as he continued to play with it—it was all too much. You were drowning in a sea of conflicting emotions, of fear, shame, and desire that left you utterly helpless.
Yunho’s free hand continued to toy with the knife, the blade tracing a delicate line from your throat down to your collarbone, then lower still, until it hovered just above your chest. The sensation of the cold metal against your heated skin sent shivers down your spine, the danger of it making your heart race even faster.
“You’re so easy,” Yunho sneered, his fingers curling inside you, hitting a spot that made you moan despite yourself. “So desperate for attention, for any kind of touch, even if it’s like this. How pathetic can you be?”
Tears of frustration and humiliation welled up in your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the way your body responded to his cruel touch, couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure that built with every rough thrust of his fingers. He could see it in your eyes, could feel the way your body clenched around his fingers, and it only made him more vicious.
“Does it feel good?” he mocked, his tone icy as the knife trailed down your chest, resting just above your pounding heart. “Does it feel good to be used like this, to be treated like nothing more than a plaything for my amusement?”
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape, but Yunho wasn’t having it. He pressed the knife a little harder against your skin, just enough to make you gasp in fear.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice dark and commanding. “Tell me how much you love it, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Yes,” you choked out, the tears spilling over as the shame and arousal tangled together into something you could no longer separate. “I love it.”
Yunho let out a harsh laugh, his fingers plunging into you even harder, the force of it making your knees buckle. “Of course, you do,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but a pathetic little slut, aren’t you? My pathetic little slut, who gets off on being degraded and hurt. It’s almost sad, really.”
He feigned a look of sympathy, his eyes narrowing as he pretended to consider your plight. “Maybe I should feel bad for you,” he mused, his tone mocking. “But then again, why should I? You’re enjoying every second of this, aren’t you?”
You whimpered, the mix of pain and pleasure becoming almost unbearable as he continued to finger you with a roughness that bordered on cruelty. The knife in his hand was a constant reminder of the danger you were in, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat building in your core. It was a twisted, dark fantasy come to life, and as much as you hated to admit it, it was turning you on more than anything ever had.
Yunho could see the conflict in your eyes, the way you battled with your own desires, and it only spurred him on. “I can feel how wet you are,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “So fucking wet, just from me being mean to you. You’re sick, you know that? Absolutely sick.”
His words cut deep, but they only served to heighten the arousal that was building to a fever pitch inside you. You hated yourself for it, hated how much you wanted this, needed this. But there was no denying the way your body responded to him, no denying the way his dominance and cruelty made you feel more alive than anything else ever had.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Yunho taunted, his fingers still working you mercilessly. “You want to come from this, from being treated like the worthless slut you are.”
You nodded, the tears streaming down your face as the pleasure built to an unbearable level, your body betraying you completely. You were on the edge, teetering between shame and ecstasy, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You tried to grip the wall, but in vain, as your legs were starting to give up on you.
“Beg for it,” Yunho commanded, his voice a low growl. “Beg me to let you come, or I’ll stop right now and leave you empty.”
“Please,” you gasped, the desperation clear in your husky voice. “Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”
Yunho’s cruel smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he heard your desperate plea. “That’s more like it,” he purred, his fingers picking up speed, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Come for me, slut. Show me how much you love being used like this.”
And with that, your body finally gave in, the wave of pleasure crashing over you with a force that left you trembling and gasping for breath. Yunho watched you with a mixture of contempt and satisfaction, his fingers slowing but not stopping as he dragged out every last bit of your orgasm, making sure you felt every second of it.
As the last waves of pleasure washed over you, Yunho withdrew his fingers, leaving you panting and weak against the wall. He wiped his fingers on your shirt, his eyes cold and distant as he took in your disheveled, broken state.
“On your knees,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You swallowed hard, the implication of his words sending a fresh wave of shame and arousal through you. But you knew you had no choice. Slowly, you sank back to your knees, the cold floor pressing against your skin as you looked up at him, waiting for whatever he had planned next.
Yunho watched you with a dark satisfaction, his lips curling into a smirk as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. “You know what to do,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “And you’d better do it well, or you’ll regret it.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as he pulled himself free, the sight of him hard and ready making your mouth go dry. You had done this for him before, of course, but never like this—never with him looming over you, his eyes filled with a cruel, commanding power that made you feel small and insignificant.
“Go on,” Yunho taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. “Show me how much you love being my little slut.”
With trembling hands, you reached out to take him in your grasp, your fingers wrapping around the heat of him as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and submission. He was so different now—so much darker, more dominant, more… everything. And despite the fear, despite the shame that gnawed at your insides, you couldn’t deny the way he made you feel, the way his dominance called to something deep and primal within you.
Slowly, you leaned forward, your lips parting as you took him into your mouth. The taste of him was familiar, yet the context made it feel entirely different—like you were doing something forbidden, something dark and twisted. Yunho let out a low groan as you began to move, your tongue swirling around him, your lips sliding up and down his length in a rhythm that you knew would please him.
But Yunho wasn’t going to let you off easy. His hand came down to tangle in your hair, gripping it tightly as he guided your movements, forcing you to take him deeper, harder. He wasn’t gentle; there was no tenderness in his touch—only a brutal, dominating force that made your eyes water as you struggled to keep up with the pace he settled.
“Look at you,” he mocked, his voice rough and filled with a dark pleasure. “On your knees like the good little whore you are, choking on my cock. Is this what you wanted? To be degraded like this? To be used?”
You whimpered around him, your tears spilling over as you fought to breathe, fought to keep up with the relentless pace he set. But no matter how hard it was, no matter how much your throat burned and your jaw ached, you couldn’t help the arousal that still thrummed through your body. The way he controlled you, the way he dominated every part of you—it sent a dark thrill through you that you couldn’t deny, no matter how much it shamed you. And you found yourself soaking wet yet again.
Yunho’s grip tightened in your hair, pulling you even closer as he thrust deeper into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. “Fuck, I love that little pretty mouth of yours” he growled, his voice low and commanding.
Your response was muffled by the fullness in your mouth. His words cut deep, but the dark pleasure in his voice only served to heighten the arousal that pulsed through you, the heat pooling in your core even as he degraded you. You hated yourself for it, hated how much you needed his approval, his dominance, his cruelty. But there was no escaping it now—no denying the way he had twisted you into something you barely recognized.
Yunho’s thrusts became more erratic, more forceful, as he neared his release. His grip in your hair was almost painful, his dominance overwhelming as he used your mouth for his pleasure. You could feel him pulsing against your tongue, his breath hitching as he got closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re going to swallow every last drop,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. “And you’d better not spill a single bit, or you’ll be punished. Understand?”
You nodded as best you could, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, desperate to please, desperate to avoid his wrath. His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he saw the fear in your gaze, and with a final, rough thrust, he came, spilling into your mouth with a low, guttural groan.
You fought to keep up with him, swallowing down everything he gave you, your throat working desperately to obey his command. The taste of him was intense, and overwhelming, but you didn’t dare let a single drop escape, knowing that his punishment would be swift and unforgiving if you failed.
When he finally pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion, he looked down at you with a mixture of disdain and dark satisfaction. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “At least you know how to follow orders.”
He lowered himself at your kevel and took your chin in his fingers, kissing you softly. For a brief second, you even feel like getting your old Yunho back. His kiss was soft and loving, like he used to kiss you before everything happen. But when he pulled back and you saw his cold eyes looking right onto yours, it was like a reality check. He grabbed your arm and yanked you up, pushing you towards the bed. You stumbled a bit, your heart pounding.
‘’Get on the bed,’’ he commanded, his voice cold. Tears started to well up your eyes again, out of fear or depsration for his cock, you honestly did not know anymore.
You got on the bed, your body trembling. He followed you, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbed onto the bed on top of you, the knife back in his hand. He smirked when he saw the teats on your eyes, and gently brushed his right thumb on the stained marks on your cheeks. ‘’You’re so pretty when you cry, angel,’’ he collected your tears on his thumb and brought it to his lips, kissing his thumb slowly, growling at the slaty teaste on his tongue. ‘’Spread your legs for me.’’
You hesitated for a moemnt, but the sharp glint in his eyes and his eyebrow that was slowly raising spurred you into action. You spread your legs, feelings the cool air againt your glistening heat. He positionned himself at your entrance, his eyes dark. ‘’So eager for my cock, aren’t you, pretty?’’
You nodded frantically, to which he chuckled. He held the knife lightly against your skin and you shivered at the sensation. You could feel yourself even more aroused by it. Without warning, he trhust into you roughly, filling you up completely. The sudeen sensation mad eyou cry out and arched up against him. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust to his size like he usualy dyd, instead he set up a relenting pace that left you gasping.
‘’Yunho, fuck,’’ you screamed, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming you.
As he thrust into you roughly, you felt the blade of the knife against your neck, dragging the cold blade lightly across your skin, leaving shallow cuts that stung and thrilled you equally. He felt your walls around him tighten every time the blade cut you and he chuckled again, placing his mouth against your ear. ‘’So that’s what turns you on, huh? You like it when I cut you?’’
You didn’t even respond, your brain already too much a mush to form proper sentence. You just moaned as a response. You felt him bite roughly your ear lobe as he picked up his pace even more. ‘’Already too dumb because of my cock in you sweetheart? Fuck you’re so tight,’’ he moaned against your ear. ‘’That’s what you wanted, huh? To be fucked like this?’’ But when you did not answer, he quickly brought the kinfe against your neck, his eyes boring into yours. ‘’Answer me.’’
‘’Y-Yes..’’ You gasped, tears streaming freely down your face now as you could feel the familiar coil ready to snap in your lower belly. Yunho's pace never slowed, his thrusts relentless and deep. You could feel the knife pressing a bit harder against your throat, not enough to cut, but enough to remind you of the danger. The mixture of sensations was overwhelming, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "Show me how much you need this."
You screamed as your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. Yunho's thrusts never slowed, driving you through the waves of pleasure with a ruthless pace. The knife remained a cold, thrilling presence against your skin, amplifying every sensation.
"That's right," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Come for me. Scream for me."
As you came down from your high, gasping for breath, Yunho finally withdrew the knife, tossing it aside. He grabbed your hips, pulling you even closer as he continued to thrust into you with a relentless intensity.
Yunho positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes dark and filled with a cruel satisfaction. He held the knife lightly against your skin, the cold metal a constant reminder of his control and dominance. His free hand gripped your thigh tightly, holding you in place.
"Look at you," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "So desperate, so eager. Beg for it again. Beg for me to fuck you."
"Please, Yunho," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Please fuck me. I need you. I need you so much."
He chuckled darkly, his grip on your thigh tightening. "Pathetic," he murmured. "But I suppose you've begged enough."
Without any further warning, Yunho thrust into you roughly, filling you completely. The sudden, intense sensation made you cry out, your body arching off the bed. He didn't give you a moment to adjust, instead setting a relentless pace that left you gasping for breath.
"Yunho!" you screamed, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming you.
He laughed, a dark, mocking sound that sent shivers down your spine. "That's right," he taunted, his voice low and cruel. "Scream for me. Show me how much you love this."
Each thrust was hard and deep, sending jolts of sensation through your body. Yunho's eyes never left yours, watching with a twisted satisfaction as you squirmed and writhed beneath him.
"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark pleasure. "So wet. Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like this?"
"Yes," you gasped, tears streaming down your face. "Yes, Yunho. I wanted this. I needed this."
"Of course you did," he sneered, his thrusts growing even harder. "You're nothing but a desperate little slut, begging for my cock."
The degrading words mixed with the intensity of his movements, driving you to the edge. You could feel another orgasm building, the pressure inside you almost too much to bear.
"Please," you whimpered, your voice breaking. "Please, Yunho, I can't... I can't take it."
"Oh, you can take it," he growled, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "And you will. You're mine, remember?"
He moved the knife to your throat, the cold blade pressing lightly against your skin. The fear and arousal mingled, sending a new wave of heat through your body. Yunho's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he watched you react.
"Do you like this?" he taunted, his voice a dark whisper. "Do you like the danger? The fear?"
"Yes," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, Yunho. It turns me on."
He laughed, the sound filled with cruel amusement. "Pathetic," he sneered. "But it's good to know you're honest."
Yunho's pace never slowed, his thrusts relentless and deep. You could feel the knife pressing a bit harder against your throat, not enough to cut, but enough to remind you of the danger. The mixture of sensations was overwhelming, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, baby" he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "Show me how much you need this."
You screamed as your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. His thrusts never slowed, driving you through the waves of pleasure with a ruthless pace. The knife remained a cold, thrilling presence against your skin, amplifying every sensation.
"That's right," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Come for me. Scream for me."
As you came down from your high, gasping for breath, Yunho finally withdrew the knife, tossing it aside. He grabbed your hips, pulling you even closer as he continued to thrust into you with a relentless intensity.
"You're fucking mine," he growled, his voice filled with a dark possessiveness. « I wanna hear you say it."
"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice trembling with the weight of his words.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. ‘’Damn right you are. And don't you ever forget it."
Yunho's pace quickened, each thrust sending jolts of sensation through your overstimulated body. You could feel him getting closer, his breathing growing more ragged. The intensity of it all left you breathless and trembling, completely at his mercy.
"Look at you," he taunted, his voice filled with disdain. "So desperate. So eager. So dirty."
You nodded weakly, unable to form words, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. Yunho's thrusts grew even harder, pushing you to the edge once more.
"Come for me again, angel’’ he commanded, his voice a low growl.
With a final, rough thrust, you screamed as another orgasm tore through you, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. Yunho groaned, his own release following shortly after, filling you completely. The intensity of your final orgasm left you trembling and breathless, your vision swimming as the sensations overwhelmed you. Yunho's relentless pace, combined with the sharp, thrilling edge of fear, had pushed you beyond your limits. As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, you felt your consciousness slipping away, your body giving in to the exhaustion.
The last thing you heard before darkness claimed you was Yunho's cruel laughter, a mocking sound that echoed in your mind. ‘’Couldn’t even handle my cock, how cute.’’ He said, as he watched your limped body on the bed.
