YOU'VE GOT A LETTER FROM 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓 & 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐘 !
DEAR 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 ,
we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. please remember to buy your textbooks and heed the notices in the second half of the letter. term begins on september 1st.
yours sincerely,
MARS&MANA.
( collab . . . . . eight one-shots ! ongoing. )
𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 ! marauder map ver.
bring your permission slips for HOGSMEADE trips !
THE GRIEF OF LOSING YOU (THE ANGER OF NOT BEING YOURS). bang chan.
────────── content ✶ hurt/comfort, exes2l⠀⠀miscommunication, jealousy, self deprecation, insecurities, teenage immaturity, slightly mention of violence and werewolf painful transformation, but softness overload towards the end.
heartbreak doesn’t look nice on anyone, but when chan looked at you, he could swear you had gotten prettier every day he had spent longingly watching you in the distance. the thing is—he could also tell that you were suffering, and it killed him that he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it other than going back to being friends. he had broken your heart, then you had completely broken up with him, and even though everything was his fault, it was only when he caught a glimpse of you with that slytherin guy at the three broomsticks that he finally let all that suppressed tension bubble up his throat. jealousy, hot and heavy under his skin, enhanced by a bright, moonlit night.
letters for your house PREFECTS have been sent over break !
ALL THE THINGS YOU DON’T SAY, AND THE ONES YOU AREN'T ABLE TO. lee minho.
────────── content ✶ comedy, angst, rivals2l⠀⠀general pure blood family trauma, (un)wanted marriage, high expectations & low self steem, refusing to communicate, curse words, unfair arguments and too much drama.
minho had never truly hated you until the summer before your seventh year at hogwarts. he had never truly loved you, either, but lately he found himself unable to distinguish both feelings when they swirled around in his head. you, intoxicatingly real and tangible and his, glaring at his stupid frown across your parents’ breakfast table when they announced you two were meant to marry each other. and glaring at him ever since, overflowing with hatred, more than usual each time you saw each other in the school’s halls, you ignored his un-playful banter while you bruised his own gaze into your ribcage.
do not bring broken wands to POTIONS class !
THE CURVE OF YOUR HAND OVER DRIED PETALS AND A WOODEN TABLE. seo changbin.
────────── content ✶ fluff, comedy, strangers2l⠀⠀simp changbin (embarrassingly so), and a little hint of slughorn shipping him with you, too—that might be way you can't stop seeing him everywhere. this is cute and giddy.
ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, peppermint, powdered moonstone, pearl dust, rose petals… those were essential ingredients for certain love potion, but changbin didn’t really need it to help himself understand who he truly loved. he’s known for years: it’s you. still, you were the first of the class, the best of your year, and a learner by heart—maybe he could pretend to need it, in order to gain some tutorship. to help him with his grades, with his attitude, and with all those different beverages he couldn’t seem to get right, at least until you taught him how to do it. that way, he somehow managed to confess his undoing crush a couple of times before you finally confessed back.
HERBOLOGY will also include classes at the black lagoon !
HOW MY WORDS REWROTE THE WAY YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WHEN I LOOK AT YOU. hwang hyunjin.
────────── content ✶ fluff, comedy, idiots2l⠀⠀mr loverboy meets mrs lovergirl and they fall in love (kinda), excerpts of letters from hyunjin, scenes of interactions with him. behold, a love story of two idiots pinning on each other through time. might have to read some miscommunication, tho.
among pots and plants and the rummage of foliage all over you, it felt like home. you weren't much of a people person, everyone knew that, and still you managed to keep it together and offer a bright smile every time someone approached you. maybe you hadn't fully realised the way you turned into sunlight for the sake of kindness and empathy, but hyunjin did. and you discovered it too, when you went to the library to check one of your favourite books and you found letters hidden all over it. love letters, words of intimacy and poetry, and the name of the author written as the last person who took the herbal from its shelf.
popular, radiant, and utterly bewitching—that’s how jisung, a bookworm with ink-stained fingers and an embarrassingly long. crush, would describe you. he'd caught glimpses of you in the great hall, your laughter ringing brighter than the enchanted ceiling above, always surrounded by friends while he lingered in the shadowed corners of the library, half-hidden behind dog-eared spellbooks. with the yule ball fast approaching, jisung could only watch as eager boys queued up to have you as their partner for the night. yet fate, in its most unthinkable twist, had you striding towards him—not for a dance, but for his help. and though his rational mind urged caution, his hopelessly enchanted heart betrayed him. he agreed, but not before daring to offer one reckless bargain: that you let him escort you to the ball himself.
detention for anyone who does not bring in their summer homework in CHARMS !
detention was never meant to be sweet, yet somehow it always was with felix. what should have been punishment turned into a ritual of candlelight and whispers, quills scratching half-hearted lines while laughter filled the spaces in between. he was mischief incarnate—always one prank away from trouble—and you, foolishly loyal, often found yourself beside him, serving a sentence you hadn’t truly earned. sometimes you followed him into trouble, others, you tried to shield him from it, only to be caught in the same net. and in those golden hours of scrubbing cauldrons or sorting scrolls, the world beyond the classroom walls seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet magic of being in trouble together.
all elective subjects including ARITHMANCY will now have extra tutoring classes !
THE MOST DIFFICULT LESSON IN WANTING YOU. kim seungmin.
────────── content ✶ academicrivals2lovers
studying was supposed to be simple. quills, parchment, late nights under flickering lanterns. but with him, it was always a duel. every exam became a battlefield, every answer another chance to prove who was cleverer, sharper, more unyielding. seungmin thrived on the quiet war between you—his smirks as cutting as his words, his victories inked into the margins of your pride. yet, somewhere between sleepless nights, stacks of books, and the fever of ambition, the rivalry began to shift. glances lingered too long, silence pressed too close, and the sharp edge of brilliance gave way to something far more dangerous. the kind of longing no textbook could prepare you for.
QUIDDITCH tryout dates will be posted by the captains on the first weekend of the school year !
THE ART OF CHASING. yang jeongin.
────────── content ✶ rivals2lovers, quidditch captains, i hate you but proceeds to makeout in the broomstick closets mentions of injuries
between quiet resolve and ruthless ambition lies a rivalry written in bruises, victories, and breathless encounters behind locked doors. jeongin and you clash with every match, your feud as fierce as the banners that divide the both of you—yet your storms too often end in stolen, desperate kisses. but when triumph leaves jeongin shattered in the hospital wing, the taste of victory turns bitter. amid celebrations and rising tensions, you are forced to confront the perilous truth beneath your rivalry. that hatred was never the fire that bound the two of you.
NOTE. hello hello! back with another collab project with my love mars ( @knowbites ) 🩷 we've been working on this for a while and can't wait to show you the stories we came up with <3 we don't associate ourselves with jk rowling, just the harry potter universe! please enjoy reading when the fics release 🫶🏼
THE GRIEF OF LOSING YOU (THE ANGER OF NOT BEING YOURS)
word count. 0000w .
about content. hurt/comfort, exes2l miscommunication, jealousy, self deprecation, insecurities, teenage immaturity, slightly mention of violence and werewolf painful transformation, but softness overload towards the end .
heartbreak doesn’t look nice on anyone, but when chan looked at you, he could swear you had gotten prettier every day he had spent longingly watching you in the distance. the thing is—he could also tell that you were suffering, and it killed him that he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it other than going back to being friends. he had broken your heart, then you had completely broken up with him, and even though everything was his fault, it was only when he caught a glimpse of you with that slytherin guy at the three broomsticks that he finally let all that suppressed rage bubble up his throat. jealousy, hot and heavy under his skin, enhanced by a bright, moonlit night.
ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟤.ㅤ✦ㅤLK SEEN SNEAKiNG iNTO THE PREFECTS BATHROOM .
ALL THE THINGS YOU DON’T SAY, AND THE ONES YOU AREN'T ABLE TO
word count. 0000w .
about content. comedy, angst, rivals2l general pure blood family trauma, (un)wanted marriage, high expectations & low self steem, refusing to communicate, curse words, unfair arguments and too much drama .
minho had never truly hated you until the summer before your seventh year at hogwarts. he had never truly loved you, either, but lately he found himself unable to distinguish both feelings when they swirled around in his head. you, intoxicatingly real and tangible and his, glaring at his stupid frown across your parents’ breakfast table when they announced you two were meant to marry each other. and glaring at him ever since, overflowing with hatred, more than usual each time you saw each other in the school’s halls, you ignored his un-playful banter while you bruised his own gaze into your ribcage.
ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟥.ㅤ✦ㅤSC WOULDN'T GET OUT OF THE DUNGEONS .
THE CURVE OF YOUR HAND OVER DRIED PETALS AND A WOODEN TABLE
word count. 0000w .
about content. fluff, comedy, strangers2l simp changbin (embarrassingly so), and a little hint of slughorn shipping him with you, too—that might be way you can't stop seeing him everywhere. this is cute and giddy .
ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, peppermint, powdered moonstone, pearl dust, rose petals… those were essential ingredients for certain love potion, but changbin didn’t really need it to help himself understand who he truly loved. he’s known for years: it’s you. still, you were the first of the class, the best of your year, and a learner by heart—maybe he could pretend to need it, in order to gain some tutorship. to help him with his grades, with his attitude, and with all those different beverages he couldn’t seem to get right, at least until you taught him how to do it. that way, he somehow managed to confess his undoing crush a couple of times before you finally confessed back.
ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟦.ㅤ✦ㅤHH RECENTLY ViSiTED THE GREENHOUSES .
HOW MY WORDS REWROTE THE WAY YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
word count. 0000w .
about content. fluff, comedy, idiots2l mr loverboy meets mrs lovergirl and they fall in love (kinda), excerpts of letters from hyunjin, scenes of interactions with him. behold, a love story of two idiots pinning on each other through time. might have to read some miscommunication, tho .
among pots and plants and the rummage of foliage all over you, it felt like home. you weren't much of a people person, everyone knew that, and still you managed to keep it together and offer a bright smile every time someone approached you. maybe you hadn't fully realised the way you turned into sunlight for the sake of kindness and empathy, but hyunjin did. and you discovered it too, when you went to the library to check one of your favourite books and you found letters hidden all over it. love letters, words of intimacy and poetry, and the name of the author written as the last person who took the herbal from its shelf.
ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟧.ㅤ✦ㅤHJ iSN'T ALONE AT THE GREAT HALL .
OF SLOW DANCES AND BUTTERBEERS
word count. 0000w .
about content. fluff/light comedy, strangers2lovers, relationship of convenience, nerdy! jisung × popular! reader self-esteem issues .
popular, radiant, and utterly bewitching—that’s how jisung, a bookworm with ink-stained fingers and an embarrassingly long. crush, would describe you. he'd caught glimpses of you in the great hall, your laughter ringing brighter than the enchanted ceiling above, always surrounded by friends while he lingered in the shadowed corners of the library, half-hidden behind dog-eared spellbooks. with the yule ball fast approaching, jisung could only watch as eager boys queued up to have you as their partner for the night. yet fate, in its most unthinkable twist, had you striding towards him—not for a dance, but for his help. and though his rational mind urged caution, his hopelessly enchanted heart betrayed him. he agreed, but not before daring to offer one reckless bargain: that you let him escort you to the ball himself.
ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟨.ㅤ✦ㅤLF ONCE AGAiN BACK AT DETENTiON .
A GENTLE SORT OF MISCHIEF
word count. 0000w .
about content. comedy/fluff, friends2lovers .
detention was never meant to be sweet, yet somehow it always was with felix. what should have been punishment turned into a ritual of candlelight and whispers, quills scratching half-hearted lines while laughter filled the spaces in between. he was mischief incarnate—always one prank away from trouble—and you, foolishly loyal, often found yourself beside him, serving a sentence you hadn’t truly earned. sometimes you followed him into trouble, others, you tried to shield him from it, only to be caught in the same net. and in those golden hours of scrubbing cauldrons or sorting scrolls, the world beyond the classroom walls seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet magic of being in trouble together.
ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟩.ㅤ✦ㅤKS STiLL AT WAR iN THE LiBRARY .
THE MOST DIFFICULT LESSON IN WANTING YOU
word count. 0000w .
about content. academicrivals2lovers .
studying was supposed to be simple. quills, parchment, late nights under flickering lanterns. but with him, it was always a duel. every exam became a battlefield, every answer another chance to prove who was cleverer, sharper, more unyielding. seungmin thrived on the quiet war between you—his smirks as cutting as his words, his victories inked into the margins of your pride. yet, somewhere between sleepless nights, stacks of books, and the fever of ambition, the rivalry began to shift. glances lingered too long, silence pressed too close, and the sharp edge of brilliance gave way to something far more dangerous. the kind of longing no textbook could prepare you for.
ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟪.ㅤ✦ㅤYJ GOT HURT iN THE QUiDDiTCH PiTCH .
THE ART OF CHASING
word count. 0000w .
about content. rivals2lovers, quidditch captains, i hate you but proceeds to makeout in the broomstick closetsㅤmentions of injuries .
between quiet resolve and ruthless ambition lies a rivalry written in bruises, victories, and breathless encounters behind locked doors. jeongin and you clash with every match, your feud as fierce as the banners that divide the both of you—yet your storms too often end in stolen, desperate kisses. but when triumph leaves jeongin shattered in the hospital wing, the taste of victory turns bitter. amid celebrations and rising tensions, you are forced to confront the perilous truth beneath your rivalry. that hatred was never the fire that bound the two of you.
❪ MARS' ❫ ─── hihi! happy september and welcome to hogwarts, magical readers of tumblr! the love of my life mana ( @www-hanverse ) and yours truly have the honour to present to you a new collaboration .. this time about harry potter's wonderful universe. needless to say, we do not support jk rowling in any possible way. we hope you enjoy each story! 🤍
⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: this is a repost from my old blog! so if you feel like you've read this before, that's why :)
𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧
“Make you? Make you do what?” yes, he will play dumb to ‘make you’ use your words and elaborate.
Doesn’t do anything and acts oblivious until you actually say it, no matter how much he wants to.
Acts bubbly and normal like nothing even happened, laughing away without a care in the world while watching tiktoks or something. Unbothered.
The moment you do speak, something inside him snaps and he’s got you backed against a wall in moments, talking lowly over your lips while caressing your face.
𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧
Oh, he will. No matter the context or where you are, Minho will take your words as a challenge and do anything in his power to make you regret ever doubting him.
Gives you this specific look that makes you go weak in the knees, raising a single eyebrow before beckoning you closer.
Will whisper in your ear, giving you one more chance to back down while softly playing with a strand of your hair.
If you don’t do as he says, he will start whispering the dirtiest stuff with the straightest face, being content with just flustering you until you get home and he can finally ‘make you’.
𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧
Forget about teasing and playing dumb, Changbin will ‘make you’ instantly. He doesn’t play around.
Will also back you up against the nearest surface and cup your face, resting his forehead on yours with a smirk on his face.
He feels so smug and cocky when he sees you get shy and regret your words that he can’t help but find the whole situation amusing.
The power imbalance the moment provides feeds his ego so don’t expect to get away with this scot-free. Changbin will punish you thoroughly.
𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧
Raises an eyebrow and just…stares at you, blinking. Looks so unphased that you actually think he didn’t hear you at first.
But he did, and the moment you repeat yourself, he stands up to tower over you, fisting some of your hair in a makeshift ponytail to bring your face closer to his.
Licks his lips just to torture you a little more before finally pressing them to yours for a needy kiss, the soft action a straight contrast from the hold he still had on your hair.
When he pulls away, he repeats the words that got such an answer from you and expects you to finally listen, eyes sharp without any hint of playfulness in them.
𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧
Turns red instantly and his brain kind of short-circuits because he wasn’t really expecting that.
If this was said in the heat of the moment during an argument, all of the anger will leave his body and he will just…stand there, flustered.
His mind will be racing with all of the things he wants to do to you, some innocent, others not so much while he looks at you, licking his lips.
Jisung will be tongue-tied, wanting to say too many things at once so you have to be the one pulling him from his trance if you want something to happen.
𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧
Felix will get the biggest smirk on his face, I swear. These are two of his favorite words after all.
He will make you do things you’ve never even dreamt of doing so be careful what you wish for.
Takes a hold of your hand and draws you closer until you’re a breath away, placing a sweet peck on your lips that somehow leaves you dizzy and desperate for more.
Then, his voice drops and you feel the vibration in your bones as he speaks. “Make you do what exactly? Tell me, in detail.”
𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧
Oh, you want him to make you shut up? Say no more.
Will get up and actually go through all the trouble of getting a paper towel and shoving it in your mouth Minho style (I AM SO SORRY KSJDGNDF BUT HE WOULD)
That is if he isn’t in the mood to play your games. If he is, however, things would be completely different.
“Are you sure this is what you want? You might end up regretting it.”
𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧
A tease from beginning to end. He won’t take you seriously at all I’m afraid.
Might even laugh in your face before making himself more comfortable in his seat, (man)spreading his legs before beckoning you closer with a single finger, amused.
Wants you to entertain him and if you don’t, he will ‘make you’.
Will place you in his lap and use his words to fluster you beyond belief, his fingertips ghosting over your skin sending shivers down your spine.
DENI!!! i've been a little bit out of here 😣😣 but i received the notif of your post......... the soft thought ( more like domestic details, which i love ) is painting hyune's nails. you do not know how to properly do it, because the nail polish always lands on the skin surrounding the nail, and even if you try to do a desing, like a little flower w a couple of points, it ends up all messed up. imagine a quiet afternoon, after watching some tv show, all cozy and warm, and he offers you his nails to practise a little bit. even if you mess it up again, he might actually paint yours and try to follow the same messed up pattern to go matching 🥺
⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff and even more fluff!!
⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: MARS!! i wrote this in one go, istg this is the cutest idea ever :( thank you for helping me and letting me write soft hyune fluff, this fixed me fr. i hope you enjoy, my love <333
“Can I do it?” You ask, eyeing his clean nails as Hyunjin reaches up to fix his face mask before doing the same with yours, making sure neither of your headbands fell too low on your foreheads.
“Hm?” He hums, smoothing the thin layer of the sheet mask on your already smooth skin, smiling once your eyes meet. “Do what?”
“Your nails.” You nod towards them, catching one of his hands and bringing it to your lips to peck the back of it, much to his displeasure as the action moves the mask around your face awkwardly. Even so, he was so close to you on the tiny couch that you could feel his heart beating wildly, betraying his true feelings.
Hyunjin tries not to smile too brightly as he nods, fondness clear as day in brown eyes even in the dim light of the living room. “Knock yourself out, baby.” He was never one to reject you, no matter how silly or out of pocket your requests were. Hyunjin would move mountains for you, after all, if that meant you’d be happy forever and keep smiling for him until the day he took his last breath.
The tv ran idly in the background, a rerun of one of your favorite shows as you got to work, gently placing both of your boyfriend’s hands in your lap. His small collection of nail polish was laid before you on the coffee table, accompanied by a file, a bag of cotton pads and nail polish remover. Just in case, you know.
Gently taking one of his hands, you subconsciously intertwine your fingers together as you look over the bottles, brainstorming. Hyunjin takes this moment of silence as an opportunity to reach over and turn on one of lamps by the couch, providing you with more light.
“What are you thinking?” His voice is low, not wanting to disturb you, softly pulling his hand away to massage your palm instead.
“Ladybug nails.”
“What?” He laughs, scooting closer.
You nod, reaching for the bottle of red nail polish. Not like you had many options to begin with, Hyunjin’s palette was limited – something you’d never thought you’d say.
“Your nails are always so dark, I was thinking of doing a cute design for a change.”
He arches a dark brow. “You could use white.”
You pause, tearing your gaze from the bottle to stare at him blankly. “Ladybugs aren’t white.”
The laugh that escapes him has your heart double in size, feeling all warm and fuzzy as he throws his head back in genuine amusement, finding you even more endearing than usual. “Alright, ladybug, do whatever you please. I’ll stop interfering.”
And he keeps his promise, quiet as a mouse as you begin painting his nails, attention stolen by the tv and the snacks you’ve prepared for your weekly movie night. Hyunjin has mastered the art of eating with a face mask on, no crumb landing anywhere near and messing it up. There was nothing he couldn’t do, it seemed.
You’re almost done with his one hand when he slowly reaches to remove your face mask, joining his on a napkin on the table. Usually, he’d also massage the remaining serum into your skin but you could tell he didn’t want to bother you from your new favorite past time. A past time you weren’t particularly skilled in, the nail polish getting everywhere around his nail and even on your clothes, staining the material.
“Uh…” Hyunjin turns to you, wondering why you were sounding so disheartened. “I think I messed up.”
Bringing his hand to eye level, Hyunjin studies your work curiously, analyzing every brush stroke and the big, blotchy black spots that were supposed to be polka dots. The colors were everywhere, on his cuticles and even further down to his knuckles. You’ve mostly stuck to the area around the nail so he couldn’t understand how a black spot managed to go that far.
“Baby, are the ladybugs trying to escape?” He smiles, holding back laughter.
You pout and he leans over to plant smooches on both of your cheeks, trying to make you feel better. “Don’t make fun of me, I tried my best.”
Hyunjin nods, grabbing the black polish from your hand. “I can see that.” Without warning, he starts applying it down his index finger in a strange pattern, causing your mouth to fall open in shock. “And it looks great, love.”
You knew he was lying to try and make you feel better, there was no way he actually thought that.
Biting down on his plush bottom lip, he eventually puts the brush away and gets a hold of your hand before pressing the back of his onto yours, squeezing lightly. You’re so confused that no words escape you, wondering if this was his way of getting back at you for messing up his nails and getting his hand all dirty.
“Done!” He beams, looking so much younger with his hair all pushed back and bare face, cozy and cuddly in his soft pajamas. “Now we match.”
Looking down, you realize the pattern he drew on himself was now on your hand too, tiny lines and spots resembling even tinier footsteps. A ladybug’s footsteps. Or tracks, actually.
Forget beating, your heart almost bursts out of your chest and latches onto him, first his cheek and then plump lips, smooching the area before intertwining with his own and running away together like two forbidden lovers. Hyunjin brought so much needed light into your life, you could barely believe he was real and not a fragment of your rich imagination.
“The ladybug that ran away from my nail has found its way home to you.” He finally laughs, eyes two crescent moons. “It’s silly, please forgive me.”
“Silly?” You blurt out, dragging him by the hand just so he can fall into your waiting arms, hugging him tightly. “It’s only silly if you don’t actually draw a cute ladybug on my hand now.” His arms sneak around your middle, face hiding in your chest as yours move over his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him.
“Only if you do my other hand.” He murmurs, placing a linger kiss right above your beating heart.
You can’t help but grin, thankful for having such a kind person by your side. “Deal!”
hihii my pretty deni!! i really really hope you like this because i'm full invested in the cruel prince universe and i couldn't think of another scenario. i love this type of narrative, i love fantasy and i love fae hyune. i'm super nervous about how this is going to reach the readers, so please please be kind 🤍
Hyunjin slides his vicious gaze over your skin, and a nymph behind you sighs. You squirm uncomfortably, barefoot on the smooth tiles leading to the throne room, expecting Seungmin to appear at any moment and drag you away. After all, the fae prince has taken a fancy to you, and while your best friend's mistake may translate into a night of inebriation and blurred dreams, for the moment everything that has happened has been quite real... and all too intoxicating.
You can taste the violence of the room even before the doors open before you, the floor covered in dry leaves and dirt, but nothing prepares you for the sight of a feeric feast at its peak.
The fairies intertwine their accelerated dances under the vault of tangled roots in the ceiling, slipping between the sweaty, half-naked bodies of others, flooding the room in a mélange of frosty velvety gowns and warm silk dresses, their long sleeves swirling around them. It is the aristocracy of the magical world, entwining crusts in their corsets and their sweet wine-soaked tongues in stolen kisses. There are giants devouring the delicacies prepared and displayed on the wide wooden tables that are no taller than the pale Doric columns that support the ceiling, and unruly nixes chasing each other among the crystal chandeliers that shed their light upon all the guests.
The thunderous rhythm of the nimble violins ceases at Hyunjin's presence, and you cower behind him as everyone turns to you. Looks of curiosity and disbelief turn into dark disdain as the guests notice how round your ears are at the tip, and you have to make an effort not to run away.
‘Don't scream,’ you whisper, and you don't see the way Hyunjin's lips tingle beneath an disguised smile. ‘Don't scream,’ you repeat, pleading, because if you start, you don't think you can stop.
The room is still deathly silent as the prince raises his hand, stretching his long fingers out in front of you, filled with silvery, intricate rings, and his ink-black pupils urge you to take it. You do not hesitate, knowing that magical beings take rejection as the worst offence, and you accept. His validation, his hospitality, his skin beneath yours. Your breath catches, the overwhelming scent of ripe fruit cloying your senses, his delicate fingertips caressing the palm of your hand, his nose brushing the back like the flutter of a shy butterfly.
You understand, the beating of your heart a roar comparable to that which devoted violinists tear from their strings once they continue to play, intertwined notes that sound too wrong and too right at the same time, that his intention is to dance with you. And you shudder, because you know you risk never ceasing.
More than once you have heard, from whispered comments and hasty warnings, that you should never trust a fairy. Their delectable delicacies make you lose your mind, their sweet words have the power to make you dance until you faint. They will convince you of the impossible, twisting the truth until you are unable to discern what is real and what is not. Hyunjin has not uttered a sound since he found you in the forest and swore he would never hurt you, and if you followed him it was because telling him no would have saddened him.
The prince did not have a face destined for sadness, though the tears sliding down his cheeks would have brought out his beauty.
You followed him and believed him, because fairies cannot lie, because deep down you wanted to, even if you knew you should not. And now you take his hand, disobeying Seungmin and everything he once taught you, resting your fingers on his palm, his thumb brushing your knuckles, and let him lead you to the centre of the room. He barely greets those fairies who try to steal his attention, his eyes fixed on you, and your chest warms with the pride of a swollen ego.
You may have been the centre of someone's attention before, but it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't compare to the tingle that shivers across your skin when Hyunjin looks into your eyes. The blush that adorns your cheeks when he smiles at you, the sleeve of his dark suit coat brushing against your arm, the toxicity in his voice when he calls your name. The way your knees almost give way under your weight when his soft hand finds its place in the folds of your dress, which certainly seems too coy, its fabric doing nothing to conceal the way his palm digs its electrifying heat into your body.
It's addictive and absurd, the horrible satisfaction of being the only one the prince has allowed to be close, the only one who has accepted by his side, the only one who can slip your arms around his firm shoulders, feeling him shudder beside you. Knowing that you hold in your hands what so many want, for love and for war, for his blood and his power, and that it was him who chose you. Being mortal, being a faded petal next to the eternal beauty of the ones that surround you, knowing that so many hate you in that instant. It's dangerous, but you bask in the adrenaline that melts in your stomach.
Hyunjin presses you against his chest, leading the dance, and you let yourself go. You never bothered to listen when your mother insisted on teaching you to dance - after all, you were convinced you'd never need to, and you're not about to start learning now. It takes you a few moments to understand the order of the prince's steps, and then you simply follow them, as if it were as easy as breathing. You wonder if that ease, the way your head is clear and your feet light, is what it feels like to be enchanted.
But Hyunjin calls your name, and the thoughts vanish like dust in the air. You lift your chin, losing yourself in the depths of his dark almond-shaped eyes, and curve your lips in reverence. When the prince spoke, everyone fell silent. Seungmin had told you so. Your lips seal, and his heartbeat flutters beneath the palm of your hand, planted on his chest. You listen, you smile. You can afford to pretend to be one of them for the night.
“I want you to have an unforgettable night,” he pronounces, his voice chanting the sentence as the command that lies beneath every syllable, accustomed to living among servants.
“Yes, my prince,” you reply, your throat quivering, your gaze serene.
You are malleable in his presence, turning to clay under his touch. And he seems willing to stain his hands. His eyelashes stutter as you stand on your tiptoes, you see the way his Adam's apple quivers as he feels your breath collide against his parted lips, and before anyone can react, you kiss him.
It's brief, fleeting, barely a brush of your mouth on his. You don't have time to process the softness of his pillowy lips, or the way they linger on yours as you pull away. You open your eyes, and your breath catches as you see him smiling lazily, blushing up to his ears, as if he finds it amusing that you dared to make such a risky move, but irremediably wants more.
And that same breath you exhale against his lips as he returns his mouth to yours, burning, yearning, digging his fingers into your skin. He presses your body to his until you fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and you slide your hands up his shoulders, to the back of his neck, threading them through the strands of his silky hair. You sigh, frowning in delight as he parts your lips with his wet tongue, and your head spins, drunk on him.
You stand in the middle of the room, losing yourself in each other as the fairies dance around you, but you can only focus on Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin... You can't help but tug at his hair as you feel him breathing heavily against your skin, sliding his mouth down your jaw to your throat, leaving open, slow, sensual kisses, following the quickening rhythm of your heart to your collarbone. Your mind is clouded by his lips, and you gasp as he bites your shoulder.
Seungmin once warned you to wear his berry amulet around your neck at all times, some kind of twisted repellent. You can remember the tenderness blushing his face as he spoke each word, the worry shining in his brown eyes, in case something happened to you and he wasn't there to protect you. But you've forgotten why. You only see the prince, his warm breath on your skin, his hands clinging into you, and the juice of the blackberries sliding down his sharp chin as he bites into your necklace.
You know someone had once said something, but it doesn't matter anymore. Only Hyunjin, his toxic lips, and the sweet berry liquor you lick from his mouth until you can only taste him.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ no nut november. ”⠀⠀───⠀⠀sigma kappa zeta.
⠀⠀𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.⠀( november event , 𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. )⠀by stayconnecteed.
1.⠀⠀PAIRING⠀⠀:⠀⠀each member individually x f!reader.
2.⠀⠀GENRES⠀⠀:⠀⠀non!idol au, college au, sigma kappa zeta au⠀; stablished relationships, brother's best friend trope, idiots to lovers / best friends to lovers, started dating recently ( first time together ), friends with benefits to lovers.
3.⠀⠀WARNINGS⠀⠀:⠀⠀it all starts with a bet, the no nut november challenge. comedy, but mostly porn with plot. the smut warnings 一besides kisses, hickeys, heavy make out, talk about sexual preferences一 are oral fixation, mirror sex, corruption kink, choking kink, amiquesis, begging, hair pulling, phone sex, dollification, restraints, clothed sex, dry humping, daddy kink and make up sex. swearing, alcohol consumption, jealousy. more detailed warnings per chapter.
4.⠀⠀AUTHOR 'S NOTE⠀⠀:⠀⠀couldn't decide if i should write kinktober or nnn and ended up creating a mix. may i present to you mars' no nut november, but every time a member loses, the scene involves a kink ( or more ) hehe ¡¡big big thank you to @cinhomi my baby rora who helped me to clear doubts i had about some plots 🤍
5.⠀⠀IMPORTANT⠀⠀:⠀⠀if any under 18 or ageless acc interacts with this series they will be blocked. the content presented throughout the event might be comedic, but it's mostly for adults. that being said, if you're not comfortable with the kinks or the plot, please leave. read under your own responsability.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝗌𝑦𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌.
throughout the academic year, the sigma kappa zeta fraternity hosted so many parties that it was impossible to keep track of them all. the leader, bang chan, organised the beginning-of-summer party 一the last before going on vacation一, but the first party, held the first weekend of the first term, was also very famous. it happened in its sticky atmosphere, in the house where the eight frat members lived, that hwang hyunjin heard about the no nut november challenge for the first time. he proposed it to the group before the end of october, and when november 1st arrived, everyone was more than ready to win.
───── “ㅤ🥠ㅤ⸻ㅤnever bet i𝑓 you are unsure o𝑓 the outcome.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗑 𝗈𝑓 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝑟𝗌.
00 ⊹ the bet : introduction ( 4.2k words )
01 ⊹ try it, bite it, lick it : first loser
02 ⊹ as she walks through : second loser
03 ⊹ please, please, please : third loser
04 ⊹ oh, to touch her : fourth loser
05 ⊹ to forget my own name : fifth loser
06 ⊹ my pretty angel : sixth loser
07 ⊹ make you mine : seventh loser
08 ⊹ take my breathe away : eighth loser
𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝖺𝑏𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝑛𝗍.
━━━━━ 𝒖niverse.
⠀⠀come home⠀⠀:⠀⠀seo changbin⠀⠀( click here )⠀⠀you and changbin met in college, but your love story began at one of chan’s farewell parties. the house of sigma kappa zeta had seen you fall in love, and twenty years later it witnessed how much your love had grown, when you return for the anniversary of its founding.
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sum. alas, one should note the difference between influence and influenza, even if one can ultimately end up with both.
wc: +1k? (not proofread, oops)
cw: fluff! lowercase, mentions of mild sickness (a cold), social anxiety.
req! by 🍓anon here. I LOVED THIS SO SO MUCHH you gave me seung brainrot and i thank you for it bubs.
[♦️☆ 🗳️ ☆♦️]
a sneeze.
it’s high pitched and nothing comes out of it, as yucky as the sentence may sound at first —and at second, too— but nevermind it, seungmin blinks at you when the only thing you do is stare blankly at the floor. he could vaguely hear someone say ‘bless you’, but neither you or him made any sort of reaction.
and its cartoonish the way he looks around before taking your hand and settling into the pocket of his jacket.
seungmin isn’t overly affectionate. he isn’t the type to proclaim loud and dramatic love confessions. he wasn’t cut out for love stories either: no cozy bookstores, no spring confessions under cherry blossom leaves that fall ever-so-slightly nor bestseller romances that could involve any sort of dramatic, sexy stares in parties. heck, you weren’t sure he even liked parties to begin with.
but you did. you loved all of that.
“maybe it’s the influence of you.”
you had stared at felix like he had grown a second head without the need to cut off his first one.
“the what,” you had blinked.
and felix, the everlasting sunshine he was, shining even through his phone and reaching to you by pixels and shitty wifi, rolled his eyes.
“he likes you, doesn’t he? he spends time with you. surely he’s gonna catch something.”
warmth. soft.
your hand. you blink again, and you look at where his sleeve dissapears into his jacket, and now your arm follows, and you blink again. he’s touching your hand. maybe he catched it.
“hey,” seungmin mumbles softly.
your stare focuses on him after a second.
have you always been there? you want to ask, but you don’t. suddenly, there’s no air, but if you think about it, you don’t remember the last time you breathed, as weird as the thought sounds.
“too much?”
and you just blink. twice. a no-conversation, where by a little gesture, seungmin enchants your heart and squeezes your hand, stone-faced as he moves through the people in a way that to you seemed like he could move oceans and rivers with ease.
he’s your rock. scratch that, because even better: he’s seungmin. your seungmin. a word from his lips had already let you breathe more than the sad excuse of oxygen that allegedly remained in the air.
and in a brisk walk, a gentle swish of his hand as so not to worry chan, you both get out of the crowded party —so crowded that its purpose or motive had been lost to you, really— and alas, you reach somewhere less crowded.
the porch seems cold in the midst of october, and the stark contrast from inside allows the winter sheepishly kiss your cheeks, making both of your faces blush.
with now cold air around and no sweaty bodies to suffocate it from you, you breathe, surprised to see how trembling it comes out.
hold your peace. breathe. hold your peace.
seungmin lifts your chin.
“don’t look at the floor.” his voice is soft, dulled by his scarf. huh. he wasn’t wearing that before. “i want your eyes on me, pretty.” he smiles softly, allowing you to see it when he takes his scarf off and settles it around you tenderly.
breathe. breathe. hold your peace.
he clicks his tongue, noticing how you start shivering. you realize it only after he zips down his jacket and surrounds your body with it. he should have taken both of your coats. and maybe, a part of him wants to say sorry because of how badly he thinks he’s doing in an attempt to help you, he stops himself when your arms slither around his back and hug him tightly.
“hold your peace. breathe.”
and that was supposed to be an inside thought, but you don’t realize it. only after he pecks the top of your head.
“don’t hold your peace.” seungmin sighs, hugging you tightly. “start a riot, pretty.” he mumbles. “it’s ok. i’m here, my love.”
and somehow, that clicks. your body stops feeling so tense. the air passes down your throat and into your lungs, no strange pressure on your chest, no awkward lump in your throat, no nothing. for a second it all clicks like pieces of a puzzle.
your cheeks feel cold suddenly. and you hug him and cry.
sure, in seungmin’s eyes, he was no romancer. he was pretty sure he sucked at flirting, he had no discernable personality aside from the fact that he had some snarky comments up his sleeve, and he was lucky to have found you, let alone be able to hold you so close and dearly.
taking you back home, undressing you, tackling you to bed and curling your legs together under the warm skin-to-skin touch, cuddling in a way that it feels like neither of you could let go as you scratch his head and he lets his fingers roam through your back, connecting old scars and forming constellations that couldn’t compare to the one’s that were reflected in his eyes when he looked at you before pecking your lips. once. twice. a sigh, and then another one… or staying at the party… was a choice so, so, so fucking easy he didn’t even bothered to go look for chan and barely texted: ‘exited, old man. had fun!’ after grabbing your coats and leaving the messy party.
he kisses your cheek as he wakes up the next morning, but then, he stands up from the bed and groans.
“you gave me influenza!”
“i gave you- huh?”
his nose itches and his eyes look a bit red in the reflection of the mirror in front of him as he blows his nose.
well. kissing you was worth it.
“oh.” you giggle in the background, and he follows with a sneeze.
guess he did catch something after all.
maybe it’s the influence of you, because he can’t find it in him to care.
and when he sneezes again, he chuckles, knowing that as much as it is ruining your little moment of romanticism, it’s just the influenza.
“no one calls it that anymore,” you sniff, smiling, shoving him playfully, “its just a cold.”
“that’s what i get after being romantic?” seungmin chimes back, holding his weight on his arms as they cage you against his body and your back against the matress, and he smirks, faking offense. “me? your chivalrous knight for the night?”
“chessy.” you snicker, but he cackles, and with a sly grin, runs away from your shared room.
“wait.” you freeze and curse, yet you can’t hold back a giggle when you rush, in a futile attempt to catch him. “give me my kleenex box back!”
“fight me!”
who needs silly, crowded parties anyway?
[♦️☆ 🗳️ ☆♦️]
kats, who, fun fact, went into a seungmin frenzy and accidentally also planned a long one-shot (i would have been mixed it w/ this one bUT ALAS, can’t, no time, so its going to catch dust in my drafts for a while lol)
synopsis: throughout the academic year, the sigma kappa zeta fraternity hosted so many parties that it was impossible to keep track of them all. the leader, bang chan, organised the beginning-of-summer party 一the last before going on vacation一, but the first party, held the first weekend of the first term, was also very famous. it happened in its sticky atmosphere, in the house where the eight frat members lived, that hwang hyunjin heard about the no nut november challenge for the first time. he proposed it to the group before the end of october, and when november 1st arrived, everyone was more than ready to win.
SEE MORE.⠀⠀⠀⠀4 . 2 k words⠀⠀skz mlist.⠀⠀loser 1 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀pairing ★ each member individually x reader.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀genres ★ non!idol au, college au, sigma kappa zeta universe ; stablished relationship, friends to lovers, started dating recently (first time together), friends with benefits to lovers.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀the bet warnings ★ not much. swearing, alcohol consumption, comedy. jisung is a menace, hyunjin's just curious ( and a simp ) cameo of three idols hehe try to discover who they are. this is just the intro of the no nut november event.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀author's note ★ finallyyyyy!! october's only chapter is here!! a little comedic introduction to the hot mess that this no nut november event is going to be!! hope you like it 🤍
Hyunjin hummed the Latin song that was playing and leaned his head against the door as soon as it closed behind him, sighing. He had said he needed to go to the bathroom, and he hadn't lied, but the truth was that all he wanted was to sit on the cold tiles of the bathroom and rest for a moment. He had started drinking alcohol earlier than usual that night, and it had crept up on him too quickly, as it always did when he had a bad day. They had only been in class for a few weeks, but Professor Park, with his indifferent look and rude language, had already announced all the projects they were going to have to do that semester. And he hadn't liked any of them.
So he had left you dancing in the middle of the fraternity hall, with your friends and some of his members, after whispering to you that he would be right back. There was a queue in the downstairs toilets, but since this was his house after all, he hurried upstairs and locked himself in on his own. He peeled himself away from the door, feeling the sweat slide down his back, and considered taking off his oversized shirt, but there was no point. He would probably catch a cold, and he had to go downstairs again in a few minutes anyway. He poured the last of his vodka down the sink, and rinsed out his plastic cup before filling it with water from the tap, emptying it instantly.
He felt it go down his throat, and he smiled. At last some coolness on that disgustingly warm night. From the bathroom annex to his room he could barely hear the sticky, deafening atmosphere that friends and strangers were enjoying on that October night, and he was grateful that Changbin's parents had donated a generous amount of money to renovate and improve the old house they now lived in. He refilled the glass again and left it by the tap, unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt to splash water on his face and the back of his neck. He rested his arms over the sink without drying off, and let the cold creep into his bones.
But he had to go downstairs. He knew that if he took too long you, his girl, would start to worry, because he was aware that he looked a bit overwhelmed when he had left. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips at the thought of you, and with his plastic cup back in his hand he headed down the stairs two at a time, trying to remember where exactly in the hall he had left his friends. He bumped into an entangled couple looking for some privacy, and lowered his head apologetically, even though it wasn't really his fault.
And then he heard it. Before he reached the bottom steps, three boys he didn't remember seeing in any of his classes, talking in whispers somewhat elevated by alcohol, joking around with amusement.
“I don't think anyone's been able to make it to the end, really,” one was saying, the one who had his hands hidden in the sleeves of his dark jacket, as if he was embarrassed to talk about the topic.
“Oh, I think so,” replied his friend, his tanned skin sparkling under the glitter he had smeared across his bare arms, “it's just that no one talks about it. But you know someone who has, I can tell you that.”
“One of our hyungs?” replied the one who had intervened the first time, his eyes widening comically. Instead of offering an answer, the boy cracked a wolfish grin, some of his moles disappearing into the crooks of his skin, his eyes narrowed.
“Don't mind him, Sang,” interrupted the third, in the striped crop top, resting his elbow on the shoulder of the one who had turned his grin into an unbelieving scowl. Hyunjin stood on the stairs with his back to them and picked up his phone, pretending to answer some messages, curious. “He’s making things up. Again.”
“I'm telling the truth!” the guy protested, uproariously.
“Yeah, whatever you say, Woo,” the one who had spoken was the last one, with his orangish hair, probably rolling his eyes. It was a classic interaction between some of his friends, Hyunjin knew, and he supposed some dynamics were quite similar even in different groups. “I'm just saying that people might be able to make it to the end of the challenge, but it's extremely difficult in college.”
“Unless you're a virgin.”
“Unless you're a virgin,” the ginger repeated, agreeing with the one they had called Sang.
“Seems to me you're wrong,” the dark-haired man in the black tank top countered. “It's true that at uni people are very horny, but No Nut November is a challenge that anyone can do.”
“Dude, you're in a state of denial,” they replied, bursting into laughter. “And you of all people would be incapable of making it to December without touching yourself.”
“What the fuck would you know?”
“Walls talk,” replied the one in the striped top.
“And drunk San talks too,” Sang added again, hiding a chuckle behind his hand.
Hyunjin lowered his head as they ended the conversation and walked past him back to the party, his gaze glued to the screen of his phone, their laughter fading into the music and the crowd. He realised he'd been randomly opening and closing apps, and ended up looking up the name of the challenge they'd been talking about on Naver. He had never heard of it, and it seemed odd, especially since he lived under the same roof as Han Perv Jisung.
The first page that popped up was Wikipedia, of course (not of course, he didn't really expect something like that to be on an official website, he would have gone straight to the Urban Dictionary if he wasn't worried about anyone seeing what he was doing on his phone). He turned down the brightness on the screen until he had to squint to read the text clearly, and processed each word with a blush on his cheeks.
“No Nut November, often abbreviated to NNN, is an annual internet challenge of sexual abstinence and not masturbating during the month of November. [ ¹ ] It originated in 2011 and grew in popularity among male users of social media during and after 2017. [ ² ] Destroy Dick December serves as a counterpoint.”
Specifically male users, because females were way too smart to challenge each other to such stupid things. Sounds about right for him.
“HISTORY. Although No Nut November was originally intended to be satirical, some participants claim that abstaining from ejaculating and not watching pornography has health benefits. [ ³ ] [ ¹ ] An Urban Dictionary entry for No Nut November was published in 2011, …”
See? Urban Dictionary. Hyunjin chuckled. He knew it.
He felt his phone being taken from him before he was really conscious, and just as an angry exclamation was about to slide off his tongue he saw that the one who had stolen it was Jisung, one hand occupied with a cup of what he knew to be a soda ーhe doesn't tolerate alcoholic beverages wellー and the other with his precious phone. Hyunjin frowned, turning to his friend with the intention of getting it back, but began to worry when he saw Jisung's eyes dart greedily across the screen, reading the web page Hyunjin had failed to hide.
Shit.
“Oh God” he whispered, slowly raising his head until he painfully made eye contact with Hyunjin.
“What?” asked Seungmin, who was coming after Jisung, and Hyunjin felt his heart sink in his chest. The mix of Jisung and Seungmin messing with him at the same time was strange, because normally they took turns making his life miserable, but the two of them together was lethal. And Hyunjin needed a good night's sleep and less alcohol in his system to deal with them.
“No,” he warned Jisung, pointing at him with a threatening finger.
But that word alone set Seungmin's eyes on fire, curious, as he tried to read over Jisung's shoulder what was on Hyunjin's phone. It wasn't necessary, however, because Jisung had no hesitation about announcing it out loud.
“Hyunjin wants to do No Nut November!” he basically shouted out.
Great. Just great.
“For real?” Seungmin asked, surprised.
Did everyone know what the challenge was about but him?
“No I do not,” he answered, sighing in surrender and taking his phone. He exited the Naver app and locked the screen, putting the phone in the pocket of his jeans. He would try to explain politely that no, he was just wondering what it was, that he wanted to be left alone, and then he would go find you and get the hell out of there. “Some dudes were talking about it and…”
“Well, you wouldn’t last anyway,” Jisung stated, a smirk plastered on his face.
“The hell I wouldn’t,” he defended himself, frowning in confusion. If there was someone that wouldn’t last, it was Jisung. No doubt.
“You’re glued to your girl, man.”
“Of course I am. Why wouldn't I?” he retorted, cocking an eyebrow. “At least I have a girlfriend.”
“Oh, wow,” Jisung exhaled, nodding ironically, “wow. Just because I don't, it doesn't mean I can't.”
“Hate to break it to you,” started Seungmin, leaning into the handrail of the stairs, curving his lips, “but he’s right. You’re bitchless. In fact, you still wouldn't last because you have the urges of a dog in heat.”
“I should feel attacked.”
“The fact that you don't just proves my point,” Seungmin chuckled, crossing his arms.
“And you actually can't because you only have eyes for your pretty friend,” added Hyunjin, anticipating Jisung's response. “What was her name…?”
“Oh, stop,” uttered Jisung, frowning towards his friend. “Don't bring her into this.”
Hyunjin was about to mock his tone, as he always did when Jisung's best friend topic came into the conversation, but got interrupted by Seungmin's sly words.
“You know who wouldn't last at all?” he asked, and Jisung hummed a faint ‘Who?’, both of them following Seungmin's gaze into the crowd.
Bang Chan. The leader of their fraternity. Seungmin's eyes glowed with the spark of mischief that always rolled off him when he wanted to tease him, and Hyunjin didn't have to wonder why that time. His Chan hyung was not the soul of the party, instead just popular on campus and surely a social butterfly, but he was pretty reserved when it came to his private life. He was near the speakers and Changbin's mixer, ready to hop in if the DJ needed him ーself proclaimed DJutdwae for whatever reasonsー but holding onto his girlfriend for his life.
It was not a rare vision, Chan clinging to his girl, more often that not with his arms around her shoulders or their fingers intertwined, but they somehow turned the crowded room into their own bubble, looking into each other's eyes with overflowing love, her hands in his curly hair, his on her soft waist. Like they were totally alone, moving their hips to the lively beat, whispering into their ears. It was disgustingly adorable.
“Oh, no,” Jisung spoke, relieved, “we're safe.”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin chimed, still looking at his hyung. “And he's doomed.”
“You still wouldn't last.”
“Oh my God, Jisung, drop it already.”
“You two talk like we're even going to do it,” Seungmin sighed, taking Hyunjin's cup and drowning it in one go. He grimaced. “You have water?”
“I needed a break,” he voiced, shrugging.
“Can't even keep up?” Hyunjin was going to punch Jisung before the night was over if he didn't stop, he was sure of it.
His phone vibrated over the wooden nightstand, in the warm darkness of his your room and he flinched in his sleep, swollen eyes narrowing to turn it off before it could wake her up.
But then it vibrated again.
that's not very noice [ today, 12:35 p.m. ]
from: the "rapper"
sooo
we doing nnn or what??
Hyunjin scoffed, running his hand over his face when he read Jisung's message in the frat group chat, trying to shake the sleep off him. He should had killed him when he had the chance. It was Saturday morning and all he wanted was to cuddle his girl and have a day in with delivery food and a cute TV show on the screen.
And all he had to do, at the moment, because of him, was to deal with Jisung's apparently damaged brain cells ーor even nonexistent, at that point.
from: me
omg drop it already
from: seungminnie
ji's still drunk, you guys
Seungmin was quick to add his part, and Hyunjin thanked him mentally for defending him. He wouldn't choose to support Ji, at least on this occasion.
from: chan hyung
do i want to know what’s “nnn”?
A breathy chuckle escaped Hyunjin's lips when he read his hyung's message, and he stopped, his body tense like an bowstring, when he felt you shifting in the sheets, the mattress lowering under your weight as you unconsciously seeked Hyunjin's warmth, even asleep. You were going to wake up, and he would hate himself if that happened.
Hyunjin stood up, leaving the phone on his pillow while he tucked you into the bed, brushing a soft kiss on your forehead before getting out of the room.
Felix had texted the group chat as well.
from: lixie
who the fuck gave him the idea?
from: the "rapper"
chill
it’s hyunjin who wants to do it
Hyunjin scoffed again. He couldn't believe it. He walked softly over the wooden floor until the living room, and locked himself inside while typing his unbelieving answer.
from: me
no the fuck i do not?
what is wrong with you?
from: chan hyung
what’s the nnn?
Well, at least he wasn't the only one that didn't know about it. He waited for Jisung's answer, sitting down on the couch, but it never came.
from: seungminnie
you wouldn’t last anyway, hyung
from: innie
seungmin ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
from: the "rapper"
[ @ chan hyung ] it’s a challenge
from: minho hyung
you know what?
i’m in
Oh my God. He was doing it to annoy him, he was sure. Jisung had probably texted Minho already, to plan it together and make him lose his mind. Orー wait. Maybe they truly wanted to do it, and they were using him just in case the rest of the group didn't really want to. It sounded like them, to be honest. Those freaky bastards.
from: me
nobody’s asking
from: seungminnie
wow feeling confident, huh?
from: minho
[ @ me ] you didn’t ask
ji did
[ @ seungminnie ] are you not?
think you can’t last?
Okay, confirmed then. Minho wanted to participate, and probably Jisung too. That was the typical sentence everyone had said sometimes to rile someone up. Inverse psychology. The challenge before the actual challenge.
from: chan hyung
what does this challenge involve?
from: the "rapper"
you’ve had enough time to check it online, hyung
from: chan hyung
do i want to tho?
who knows what could appear
from: lixie
it’s the no nut november, hyung
changbinnie hyung
but we’re in october?
Hyunjin couldn't suppress his laughter when he read Changbin's words, his head thrown back towards the backrest, leaning over the cushions. And then he covered his mouth, eyes wide open. He had to keep it quiet.
from: the "rapper"
you're stupid
from: changbinnie hyung
and you're a pain in the ass
don't you have something more productive to be doing?
from: the "rapper"
like what? study for finals?
those are in 3 months
i rather focus on nnn
from: seungminnie
omg you're completely serious
The sound of ringing startled Hyunjin out of the conversation, and he stared at the door, completely flabbergasted. It was past noon on a Saturday morning after a party. People should be resting. He checked the conversation while he wandered to the door, eyes rolling back with every answer from Jisung.
from: the “rapper”
ofc i am
why wouldn't i
from: me
because it's not fun?
from: the “rapper”
yes it is?
He sighed, stuffing his phone in the pocket of his shorts. It was clear that they were not going to stop until they got everyone to agree to participate. He had just seen Minho typing. He felt the device vibrate against his thigh. Just to get them to stop, they would comply. He glanced through the peephole, and discovered his fraternity's maknae waiting in the hallway with a large plastic bag in his hands, his eyes focused on his phone.
He opened the door.
“What are you doing here?”
Jeongin peeled his gaze from the screen, smiling like he couldn’t believe what was going on. Well, Hyunjin couldn’t either. But he watched as Jeongin passed him through the corridor, ignoring him while reading the chat, doing a bee line until he reached the couch, and he sprawled there.
“Who even gave him the idea?” he whispered, leaving the white bag in the floor.
“Well, some random dude named Woo, I think,” he answered, avoiding his eyes.
“You know you blush when you lie, don’t you?” Jeongin asked, unimpressed. “It was you.”
He didn’t formulate it as a question, so Hyunjin didn’t deny it. Just nodded.
“Why are you here?” he repeated, fighting back.
“Your girl invited me over, remember?” Jeongin rolled his eyes, like it was not the first time that happened. “I brought lunch.”
“Right.”
Hyunjin’s gaze returned to Jeongin’s phone, the texts still coming in, and fetched his own to check them.
from: minho hyung
it could
if we did it
from: the “rapper”
see?
minho hyung approves
from: minho hyung
ji
as much as i appreciate you
you're the first losing if we do it
and you don't even have a gf
Jeongin laughed out loud, and Hyunjin frowned at him. It was always funny, Minho teasing Jisung, but you were sleeping right at the other side of the wall. And they had already made so much noise. He quickly typed “told you” to Jisung, and shushed his maknae.
But it was useless, because he saw you peeking through the door, sleepy eyes narrowing at Jeongin, but sliding your socks over the floor on his way, your arms finding home around his waist, back hugging him. He smiled, humming, and you nosed into his naked shoulders, falling asleep against him. He gave Jeongin a dirty look for waking you up, but he was looking at the chat again.
from: chan hyung
“No Nut November, often abbreviated to NNN, is an annual internet challenge of sexual abstinence and not masturbating during the month of November.”?
from: changbinnie hyung
are you crazy??
i'm not doing that
from: the “rapper”
boo
from: seungminnie
why?
can't last a month without touching your gf AND yourself?
from: changbinnie hyung
why would i want to suffer like that?
from: minho hyung
for a prize
from: innie
you've thought this through, huh?
from: me
a prize??
“What are you guys texting so seriously about?” you murmured against his skin, suppressing a yawn, and dragging yourself to the couch, placing your legs over Jeongin's thighs.
“Hyunjin gave Ji the idea to challenge all of us into No Nut November and we’re talking about it,” the maknae explained, not even looking at you, focused on the screen of his phone. You raised an eyebrow, curious, and glanced over his shoulder, sighing as Hyunjin sat down next to you.
from: lixie
you're seriously considering participating just for the prize??
“Are you?” you asked, turning to your boyfriend.
He shrugged.
from: innie
wouldn't you??
“You too?” you asked again, in disbelief.
from: lixie
no??
from: chan hyung
but are we considering this?? like, at all??
from: seungminnie
seems like it
from: changbinnnie hyung
aren't we going to fight for our freedom??
Hyunjin heard you giggle, and he smiled.
from: the “rapper”
ooh c'mon binnie hyung 🥺
from: me
what's the prize?
“Hyune, baby, are you sure?”
He turned to you, phone still in his hands, and his features switched to a more serious demeanour when he saw the doubt in your eyes.
“I’m just playing around with them,” he said, resting his hand on your thigh. “We will probably do it, but if you don’t want to, I’ll just be the first loser.”
“Maybe you change your mind after reading what they’re proposing as the prize, guys,” Jeongin chimed in.
from: minho hyung
it has to be something big
we can spend some money on it
and the one that wins doesn't have to pay
from: seungminnie
like a weekend in a hotel or smth?
“Do you like it?” he questioned, head tilted to his side and worry tinting his eyes.
You shrugged. “Could be fun, I guess.”
from: the “rapper”
hyunjin's finally contemplating it i can feel it
from: innie
he's discussing it w his gf
which you can't
because you're bitchless
from: the “rapper”
that's not very nice
from: chan hyung
no but hyune is right
the ones w gf should discuss it w them before agreeing to anything
“You don’t look like you could have fun, pretty girl,” he retorted, insisting. “I’m not agreeing to something you’re not comfortable with, jokes aside.”
“I’m still sleepy, Hyune, don’t mind me,” you whispered, curving your lips in a shy smile. “It could be fun, really.”
“And we can win a nice weekend alone,” he added, resting his head on your shoulder, his nose brushing the skin of your neck.
“Yeah, we can,” you accepted, feeling his lips on the hollow between.
“But you guys have the brain cells of a 5 year old kid, I swear to God,” you exhaled, throwing your head back.
“Yah!”
“No, she’s right,” Hyunjin said, “and Wikipedia agrees.”
from: lixie
you can always offer them the prize as a reward
from: innie
that's literally what hyunjin's doing
from: seungminnie
are you w them?
from: innie
yeah i brought take out
from: changbinnie hyung
are we really, really sure we’re doing this?
from: me
changbin hyung, just accept it
jisung has convinced almost all of us
“And their girlfriends,” you add, hiding your smile in Hyunjin’s skin.
“True,” he agrees, “we have to give him that.”
from: chan hyung
what did your gf said?
“Chan’s the sweetest,” you commented.
Jeongin glazed swiftly towards you two, and then typed.
from: innie
“you're going to lose anyway”
He smiled when he heard your giggle, and Hyunjin did too, writing his defense.
from: me
shut up, she did not
she said it's unbelievable
then a couple of things about how we act like toddlers
and then she agreed
the hotel has to be a good one
from: chan hyung
hotel choosing is on me dw
from: minho hyung
i want it to be a camping weekend
“God, he’s obsessed,” Jeongin complained.
from: seungminnie
you're not going to win
from: minho hyung
watch me
from: chan hyung
my girl said it's up to me
“She’s the best,” you whispered.
from: lixie
ohh you're fucked
from: chan hyung
not like that, genius
i have the last word because she trusts me
if seungmin's and changbin's agree, we do this
from: seungminnie
no problem
“Of course she said yes,” Jeongin had a smiled plastered all over his face. “Seungmin’s going to suffer. She will not make it easy for him.”
from: the “rapper”
are you sure she said that?
from: seungminnie
think you know her better?
from: the “rapper”
she's a menace
from: seungminnie
yes she is
still, she said we're in
from: lixie
okay my bad
seungmin's fucked
from: seungminnie
why
it's true
she likes to compete
just leave us alone
[ @ changbin ] what about you
from: changbinnie hyung
i guess we're in too
from: the “rapper”
OKAY
OKAY WE'RE IN
from: me
that sounds pathetically similar to you trying to convince yourself
“Leave hiim,” you murmured, “he’s panicking now, poor thing.”
from: the “rapper”
shut up
from: seungminnie
hey at least it's the only way jisung can prove that not having a gf is a good thing
from: minho hyung
he still has to last a whole month w 31 days without touching himself
from: lixie
good luck, mate
from: innie
yeah, good luck
you're going to need it
from: the “rapper”
omg this is bullying
chan hyung
[ @ chan hyung ]
do you see this?
from: chan hyung
suddenly i'm blind
i can't see
from: minho hyung
good luck to our simp soldiers too
a month without touching their gf is going to be hell
from: changbinnie hyung
do not remind me
from: seungminnie
we still have 15 days to enjoy before it starts
“That’s true,” Hyunjin uttered, his lips glued to your skin, “we will seize every second, mm-hm?”
from: chan hyung
good luck to everyone!!
“If you’re going to fuck in this couch I’m fucking leaving,” Jeongin whined, covering his eyes.
“We’ll let you eat in peace, baby,” you reassured him, laughing, “but then you’re leaving.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ,⠀ ( none of them, just pure fluff and love from our boys ーfelix's is a bit suggestive at the end𓈒⠀⠀enjoy! )
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ,⠀ ( my first post on this blog! i really really love cute domestic moments, even more if it's skz themed hehe𓈒⠀⠀hope you like it! )
⠀ೀ ──── bang chan.
for chan it's the almost gravitational way you always rotate around each other, with passing caresses and soothing embraces, unable to separate. it's the way your legs tangle under the sheets at night, when you inevitably end up wrapped in his arms and your minds drift off to sleep in harmony. it's every time you walk outside and your hand finds a place next to his, at first just brushing, but always gently intertwining your fingers. when he invites you to his company events, and guides you through the crowd of guests with the warm palm of his hand pressed into the small of your back, murmuring in your ear a low ‘i'm going to say hello to some colleagues, just give me a second’, waiting for you to give him that shy little smile followed by a quick nod. or at a quiet dinner, surrounded by your closest friends, forever sitting right next to you, his hand drawing meaningless shapes on the bare skin of your thigh absentmindedly. chan carries the weight of the conversation, but he's always paying attention to you. if you even hint you want to say something, he'll lean back in his seat, looking at you as if you hang the stars in the sky every night, sliding his arm around the back of your chair, caressing your shoulders, playing with your hair, smiling at every word you pronounce. it's the way he leaves a kiss on your temple when one of your friends points out what a good couple you make, and you press yourself against him, blushing and embarrassed, but still resting your hand on his chest, cuddling onto him with pride.
⠀ೀ ──── lee know.
for minho it's the way the velvety sound of your voice can make the weight of a bad day slide off his shoulders, and he always greets you with a big genuine smile. it's the way he doesn't take a second to plug his bluetooth earbuds into his phone as soon as your personalised notification song starts playing, indicating that a new audio from you has arrived in your chat. you usually narrate whatever has just happened to you as if you were recording a podcast just for him, and minho can't help but listen to every second of it with a smitten, adoring gesture curving his lips. it's hearing you humming in the kitchen when he wakes up, starting his day in a good mood and with a slightly scorched pancake in his hand, or receiving your sleepy greeting when he wakes up first and you can only cling to him as he finishes preparing the breakfast. it's your giggles, his playful whispers, your cranky protests and the voice you make when apologising to him after an argument, even if it wasn't your fault, just because you hate fighting with him. but most of all it's at night, when you watch him chop vegetables for dinner while you go on and on about everything you've done during the day. and when you pause, paying attention to the music playing on the radio, and you miss the comment he makes, something along the lines of ‘you look pretty on my counter’, but it's okay. because you just exclaimed that your favourite song is on and you started dancing in the middle of the kitchen, and he knows it is, but he just smiles. he's always listening to you: that's the song that plays every time you text him.
⠀ೀ ──── seo changbin.
for changbin it's the way in which your presence has become his safe space, and you his pillar, always willing to let him carry some of his worries on your shoulders. the way you stand so firm and secure, with a soft smile curving your lips, welcoming him with open arms. it's the way that since he was young he has needed to keep quiet about everything he feels, to avoid hurting anyone who might hear him speak, but it never happened with you. knowing your limits, he speaks with the freedom of one who knows he is in a place he trusts, telling what he has done during the day, but also his private thoughts and deepest longings. it's all those times when he has come home and spent his time talking, sitting in bed, while you make notes or tidy up the room. you listen to him, relaxing, and he always feels better after talking to you ーeven if you haven't said a word. and if he comes in in a bad mood, or even sad, or just doesn't feel like talking, you walk him to your bathroom to put on your gym outfits, and take him with you to release energy. but if you don't feel like it, then he's the one who helps you clean up, selecting a random playlist from his private spotify account and vacuuming, mopping, or even his favourite: doing the laundry. being able to smell the clean towels and sheets, taking your time to fold them carefully and neatly, him holding two corners and you holding the other two, doing it together, and getting to sit on the couch and watch it all tidy up makes you feel satisfied.
⠀ೀ ──── hwang hyunjin.
for hyunjin it's the way you look at each other, meeting in a room full of people even almost unintentionally. automatic, at first as a coincidence that made you blush like teenagers, and now as an old habit that never fails to make you smile. it's the way you don't need him to utter a word to know what he needs, to find out what's wrong with him. one look from him, his eyes moist with sadness, and you do whatever it takes to make it right. one look from you, full of loneliness, and you can't get him to leave you for the rest of the day. it’s looking into his eyes and knowing he's the most important person in your life. searching for him with your eyes when you hear something he'd love to know, and discovering his absence. missing the way his eyes curve into a smile when you hear a joke and he's not there. repeating word for word later in the day, knowing he's lost in thought, and his gaze lost on you, certain he'd smile with his eyes even if it wasn't funny. because it's you. it's coming home to find it silent, exhaling all the pent up stress he's been accumulating and being able to lose himself in your eyes. even before you go to sleep, when you meet in the bathroom to brush your teeth, it's that glance. sometimes tired, sometimes clear as a summer night, but always with the glow of the happiness you give each other. is when you make a silly face, and he has to hold back to keep the toothpaste foam from coming out of his nose, or dance in front of the mirror, humming whatever. even later, face to face on the mattress, when you look at each other in silence, tracing every detail you fell in love with, sometimes with your memories, sometimes with your fingers, sometimes with your lips.
⠀ೀ ──── han jisung.
for jisung it is the selfless and generous way you love him, as if it were as easy as breathing. the way you make him the centre of your universe at every sign of faltering, even when he doesn't think he deserves it. how you put all your trust in him from the beginning, overflowing so that he learned to trust himself too. how you treat him when he feels like a broken glass, too fractured and fragile, letting him lie in your lap, teaching him how precious he is, reassuring him for as long as he needs, with soft words and slow caresses. it's the way you say ‘baby, i'm home’ when it's seven o'clock and you've only just opened the door, always eager to get to him, and also how you never fail to show up at his late-night studio sessions with home-cooked food for him and his hyungs. you make sure you don't interrupt, and he always works better with you around. because you were the first person outside his circle that he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of, the night you asked him how he was and he just crumbled, and you wrote i love you on his arms with the marker you'd been painting with, until he started to believe it. but mostly because that time he decided to be the one to initiate physical contact, resting his head on your shoulder, he noticed how you tensed. he heard your heartbeat quicken, and was aware of the slow, calm way you tried to breathe. and when he heard changbin enter the room, as loud as ever, he had heard you threaten him with very unpleasant things if he made jisung wake up. he will never tell you that he was completely conscious, but he will love you just the same.
⠀ೀ ──── lee felix.
for felix it's the way you both drown under each other's skin whenever you can, creating an ethereal bubble around you. the way your bodies seek each other out, taking refuge next to each the other when you want to hide from the world because you've become saturated with emotions. it's him collapsing on top of you when he comes back from a really physical session, letting your fingers dance over his aching muscles. it's how you snuggle into his chest after an argument with your best friend, seeking his warmth, not resuming the video game until he makes sure that all you need is his physical touch to rest. he will get fuzzy to your words, like when you show him how you see him on those days when he's feeling less confident, but he'll leave kisses on your forehead every time he notices you moving and will stop the game as soon as it's over to be with you. or in your routine, bathing together. when one of you goes to fetch the other because you're feeling down, and you intertwine your fingers on the way to the bathroom, tenderly undressing each other, cuddling under the fine line that separates the real world from underwater peace of mind. maybe you lean against him, letting him massage your shoulders, or maybe he has his eyes closed, his head on your chest as you wash his hair. but you are always skin to skin, letting your bones melt, the soft vanilla gel washing away your sadness, leaving only wet kisses and sighs contained in the tarnished tiles of your bathroom.
⠀ೀ ──── kim seungmin.
for seungmin it's the way your smile plagues his day to day, your memory constantly on his mind. it's the way that when it comes to you, everything else doesn't matter. it's your chat; plagued by highlighted messages, pictures that have reminded him of you, audios with drafts of tunes, videos he forces jeongin to record when they're on a trip, titles of books you'd once mentioned you'd like to read ーto confirm before he buys them for youー, the review score of the movie you wanted to go to the cinema to see, a screenshot of your favourite artist's concert tickets. it's the way seungmin will do anything for you. from leaving you his hoodie at dusk, when the weather starts to cool down, to letting his phone bill run up, just to be able to hear your voice when he can't be with you. but none of that compares to the day you decided to move in together and he discovered he'd never been too much for you. he sat on your new shared bed, surrounded by packaging, and opened the shoebox that you had treated with the utmost care when you brought it up to your room from the car. every CD he had made for you, every polaroid and ticket, every note and receipt, even that attempted copy of his minho hyung's doodle he had made on a napkin, on one of your first dates. it's the way you've never made him feel like he's too much, matching his energy every step of the way.
⠀ೀ ──── yang jeongin.
for jeongin, it's the way you intertwined your lives without even thinking about it, accepting oddities and enjoying every moment. it's the way you started to memorise each other's likes and dislikes by sharing your time, like his favourite order of coffee or your favourite walk from home to work, which always passes in front of his work, so you could go together. it's the curve of your hip against the counter as you stir the food absently while you wait for him to come home, and the way you hang on his neck as soon as he walks in the door, covering his face with kisses. it's how clumsy he is, and all the band-aids you've had to put on, or vases to glue, but also how forgetful you are, and all those days when he's reminded you of important things he's written down on his phone for you. it's those almost nocturnal trips to do the shopping, because he never remembers and you always forget, and how you leave the house together, shoulder to shoulder, with knowing smiles on your faces. the walk hand in hand to the supermarket that opens later in the evening, taking advantage of the lit pavements to take couple photos or, if there aren't many people in the street, to record a cute tiktok. the way you slide your arms across his chest in a back hug as you wait for the traffic lights to turn green and cross, and the process of convincing each other to buy your favourite snacks at the same time as the food, without going over budget. those quiet moments when he insists on being the one to carry the bags, and then you both place them together in the kitchen cupboards, whispering love songs.
❛ alternatively ,, hanjsquokka's one year celebration !
⸻ eight stories about love and the struggles that come along with it, whether it's spending more time with your longtime crush, trying to keep your relationship afloat, working through complicated feelings that you shouldn't be having or finding it in the most unexpected places ft. taylor swift songs.
info : separate one-shots, fem!reader, college au, fluff, angst, slightly suggestive, will contain alcohol consumption in parties, mentions of sex but no explicit content, just lots of fluff and angst in a few of them, mature language, characters are loosely stated to be in their 2nd-3rd year of college, cheating, breakups, heartbreak, etc. all of them have a happy ending though!!!
timeline : oct. 13 2024 - tba
note : i can't believe it's been (almost) a year since i've been on tumblr, i can't thank you all enough for all of the support i've received 🩷 it's been a tough year for me, but writing here helped me push through. here is a thank you for making my life a little more bearable 🫶🏼🫶🏼 (there are no "post dates" for these, i'll publish them according to my convenience in a random order with the first one releasing on october 13th!!)
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. — ( bang chan )
info : friends to lovers, anonymous love radio host, sort of secret admirer
summary : was it wrong to be in love with your best friend's boyfriend? you'd loved chan first, but your friend managed to make him fall for her instead. to cope with your one-sided crush and heartbreak, you turn to the popular love radio show run by an anonymous guy on campus.
published : tba
𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔. — ( lee minho )
info : enemies to lovers, dance majors, mentions of cheating
summary : you hated minho, for no rational reason. he rubbed you the wrong way and you decided you disliked him since your first class together. when the two of you get paired together for a performance, minho learns of something you've been hiding and you start to see each other in a different light.
published : tba
𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔. — ( seo changbin )
info : tutor! changbin, oblivious idiots with crushes on each other
summary : your professor assigns you a tutor after your fail grade on a test, who just so happened to be your longtime crush, changbin. it was difficult to keep your emotions in check, but the more you spend time with him, the more you realize that you were not imagining the connection between you two.
published : tba
𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. — ( hwang hyunjin )
info : exes to lovers, second chance romance
summary : he broke your heart but there was nobody else like him. a movie outing with your friends results in a rekindled connection with hyunjin, but this time you were going to make sure he wouldn't leave you again.
published : tba
𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. — ( han jisung )
info : established relationship
summary : you thought going to college with your high school sweetheart would be a dream, but the weight of reality settles on you as you find yourself spending less and less time with each other and you wonder whether you're going to make it through with him still being your boyfriend.
published : tba
𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆. — ( lee felix )
info : acquaintances to lovers, he fell first, she fell harder, sunshine × rain
summary : a spin the bottle game gone wrong leaves you questioning your feeling for a guy in your friend group. you weren't particularly close with him and you were scared to put yourself out there again after your last relationship, but you find yourself beginning to like him the more you saw him.
published : tba
𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚. — ( kim seungmin )
info : best friends to lovers, music major! seungmin
summary : the dumb crush you had on a guy in your class already had a partner. sure, you felt hurt, but at least you had your best friend. you should've seen the signs before, but you finally realize your picture perfect boyfriend was right next to you all along.
summary : you knew people would freak if they found out that the captain of the varsity soccer team was dating the captain of the girl's cheerleading squad, so the two of you wanted to keep it underwraps. but life didn't work that way and a picture of the two of you at a party gets leaked.
synopsis: throughout the academic year, the sigma kappa zeta fraternity hosted so many parties that it was impossible to keep track of them all. the leader, bang chan, organised the beginning-of-summer party 一the last before going on vacation一, but the first party, held the first weekend of the first term, was also very famous. it happened in its sticky atmosphere, in the house where the eight frat members lived, that hwang hyunjin heard about the no nut november challenge for the first time. he proposed it to the group before the end of october, and when november 1st arrived, everyone was more than ready to win.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀pairing ★ each member individually x reader.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀genres ★ non!idol au, college au, sigma kappa zeta universe ; stablished relationship, friends to lovers, started dating recently (first time together), friends with benefits to lovers.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀warnings ★ it all starts with a bet. smut warnings are - besides hickeys, heavy make out, blahblahblah - oral fixation, corruption kink, choking kink, amiquesis, begging, hair pulling, dollification, restraints, clothed sex, daddy kink and make up sex. swearing, alcohol consumption, jealousy, but mostly fluff & comedy. more warnings per chapter.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀author's note ★ couldn't decide if i should write kinktober or nnn adn ended up creating a mix. may i present to you mars' no nut november, but every time a member loses, the scene involves a kink hehe big big thank you to @cinhomi my baby rora who helped me to clear doubts i had about some plots 🤍
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀credits ★ mdni banner by @cafekitsune + warnings : if any under 18 / ageless acc interacts with this series i'll block them.
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00 ⊹ the bet : introduction
01 ⊹ try it, bite it, lick it : part one
02 ⊹ as she walks through : part two
03 ⊹ please, please, please : part three
04 ⊹ oh, to touch her : part four
05 ⊹ to forget my own name : part five
06 ⊹ my pretty angel : part six
07 ⊹ make you mine : part seven
08 ⊹ take my breathe away : part eightㅤ
ㅤㅤin the same universe.⠀⠀⠀come home, w seo changbin .ᐟ
synopsys: nobody knew you were going to the wedding, and it really was a last minute decision, but you simply couldn't miss such an event in your little sister's life. your arrival, though, changed the dinner plans of your mother, and with a free night, some of the groom's men decided to celebrate late the new year ahead of them.
SEE MORE.⠀⠀⠀⠀10 . 6 k words⠀⠀skz mlist.⠀⠀series mlist.⠀> monday .ᐟ
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀pairing ★ han jisung x afab!reader x lee felix.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀genres ★ non!idol au, wedding au ; friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, roommates to lovers, one bed trope, oblivious to love (idiots to lovers), it kind of starts as a love triangle but, polyamory.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀sunday's warnings ★ first chapter! this is more like an introduction, but still : mentions of insecurities, social anxiety, theraphy - selfharm is mentioned too but no one actually does it - and bad relationship w parents (reader's mother is the villain, yes). also, alcohol consumption, slightly drunk decisions - they still can consent tho. as for the smut part today is male on male action, kissing, hickeys, the usual + oral, protected sex.
⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀author's note ★ hehe. you'll see. this is for the jilix girlies out there (neutral intended tho). i'M SO EXCITED! also, this is my first time writing m x m sex so i'm absolutely sorry if it makes no sense :((
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There was no cereal left when Jisung emerged from his assigned room, his mind occupied with the craving for a snack, wrapped in one of his most recurrent hoodies and with his pyjama bottoms hanging off his hips. For a moment he stood in the middle of the kitchen, frowning at the opened cupboard where he was sure he had left the box ーno cereals on the insideー as if the cause of all the world's misfortunes lurked behind the wooden door. He had just woken up, he couldn't process such an important loss when he barely had two functioning brain cells.
He had stayed up so late that he had been able to go out and watch the sunrise on the beautiful terrace in the living room. The jet lag was draining all the energy he'd been able to store up from the few hours he'd slept on the plane, and although he didn't know what time it was, the fact that there was no sign of Felix ーthe door to his room open, the bed unmade, but no sleeping blondeー meant it was past noon. And all he wanted was a bowl of cereal and milk, but apparently the flat where the Bhangs had placed them was haunted and would deny him the option of a quiet breakfast.
It was unfair. Especially since he had made the trip for him, his best friend, Chan, who was finally getting married. And of course he had enough money to pay for all the expenses for a week of celebrations but not for a single box of cereal for one of his best men. It was unfair. Maybe he did have some in his flat, that selfish Aussie. Jisung knew he was staying with his fiancée on the first floor, so he would just have to take the elevator and sneak into his apartment, carefully checking the kitchen until he found the cereal. It seemed like a perfect plan, so he walked back to his room, slipped on a pair of sneakers without even tying the laces, put on his headphones with the latest playlist he'd been listening to, and left the flat, leaving the door open.
Another reason why the situation was unfair: Chan's parents were filthy rich. They owned a luxury resort and several flat blocks in Sydney, where the event was to be held, and had decided to close the buildings for the week and accommodate the guests there. He knew that the property they were in was the closest to his friend's parents' home, something about Chan being able to visit Berry anytime he felt like doing so, and was also where the bride and groom and their closest guests ーbridesmaids and best men, plus other friendsー were staying. That included Jisung, who was sharing an apartment with Felix, the other Aussie in their group, and the terrible absence of chocolate cereal.
That meant that there was no need to lock the doors. Besides the fact that he was perfectly capable of forgetting the key inside, the only people who could get in were people he knew, people he trusted, so they treated the whole building like a big house. Which was a crucial part of his plan to steal Chan's cereal. He walked slowly to the lift, trying to wake up, rubbing his eyes to make the sleep fade away, and pressed the button for the first floor. The ride was fairly short, and once he arrived in front of the apartment door he completely ignored the “do not disturb” sign and went straight to the kitchen.
He had already achieved almost half of the plan. With Post Malone's ‘Sunflower’ blaring through his headphones, every step he took felt like Miles Morales at the beginning of his movie: nothing could go wrong. He had to open the cupboards one by one, because the distribution of food was different depending on who was living on which floor, but he couldn't hide the victorious smile that escaped his lips when he finally found them. Yeah, the brand was not the same he usually had, but brands were different in Australia, after all. And Chan had a very similar box of his cereals hidden in the kitchen between empty cabinets. He scoffed, what were those two eating? Each other?
Oh, God. Maybe they were. He had ignored the sign at the door because he had thought they were sleeping... But his little incursion could actually end up really messed up if his friends turned out to be tangled in the sheets. He was grateful to have the music blasting in his ears, just in case Chan and his fiancée were really, reaally busy, as he searched for a bowl in utter silence. After burying his head in the fridge in search of milk, and getting hold of a spoon, he sat at the newly refurbished kitchen island, watching TikToks with an absent minded air, enjoying the taste of chocolate on his tongue, humming contentedly.
It was the first time he was going to spend New Year's separated from his family. When Jisung had received the beautiful white letter with gold details in which Chan and your sister invited him to their expected wedding, he had accepted without hesitation. They were perfect together, and he wouldn’t miss such an important moment in their lives. Then, talking it over with Felix, he had realised that the ceremony would be in Australia, and that the festivities would last almost a week, starting on the third of January. It seemed like he would have a great time, but he had spent New Year's Eve on the plane, sleeping, instead of celebrating with his brother and parents, and he had certainly missed them a bit.
It was not the first time he had travelled to the hometown of his Aussie friends, but he never ceased to be amazed by the radical change of season it was to board the plane in Incheon, with the city covered in a thin layer of white snow, only to arrive in Sydney, and watch the seaside city stretch its lazy fingers towards the sun in a warm climate. Weather worked backwards there, blizzards decorating the summer and welcoming Santa Claus with a tropical setting straight out of the Caribbean. Jisung had missed the Australian Christmas that Felix talked so much about, but he didn't feel like going for a walk on the beach either. Not yet, anyway.
He had actually been hiding in his room for almost two days, and he didn't think anyone could blame him. It was a change, and like all changes, he needed time to get used to it. Listening to his roommate share how much fun he'd had in the waves, hanging out with his family on the day they'd been in town, was enough for him. The big smile on Felix's face made him feel much better. And the chocolate cereal was a big help, as was spending the night watching old K-dramas. Startles, for example, were not.
And so when he noticed movement in his field of vision and looked up to see Chan, shorts dangling from his hips, hand on his bare chest and staring at him as if he'd just broken into his house ーwhich was so not trueー, he was so frightened that he nearly spat the cereal onto the counter. He started coughing like crazy after swallowing hard, and Chan ran over to pat him on the back, helping the air flow normally through his lungs again. He took off his headphones, and while the music was still audible coming out of the speakers, because he always listened to his songs louder than recommended, they heard your sister's sore voice from the bedroom asking Chan if everything was all right.
“I am, baby!” he answered, looking at Jisung with a raised eyebrow. “Jisung seems to have choked on our cereal, though”.
“Jisung?”
“Hi!” he managed to mutter, still trying to regulate his breathing completely.
“He is raiding our kitchen!”
“I am not!”
“Let him get some cereal, Channie!” protested his fiancée, and Jisung stuck his tongue out childishly at his friend, knowing he had your sister's protection. “I'm sure he didn't have the opportunity to buy anything to eat yesterday.”.
“If he eats something now he won't be hungry at dinner, and you know how your mother gets if there's food left over!”
That was Jisung's life since Chan had started dating her. Before he was the child, cared for by the elders of the group, certainly suffering some friendly bullying that he didn't complain about, and trying to raise a laugh whenever he could. Now he was the son of the old married couple in love. They were not yet married per se, but they had been acting that way for some time. And he had been the lucky one who had not only gotten the privilege of Minho hyung having a soft spot in him, but your sister had one too, and that made him untouchable if they were around.
“But there is still plenty of time for dinner,” Jisung said, pitifully.
“No, there’s not,” replied the Aussie, frowning. “Dinner’s in an hour and a half.”
“Really?” he exclaimed, rushing to his phone to check that Chan wasn't trying to trick him. “I was looking forward to breakfast!”
“You can finish your cereal if you want, but it's already eight something.”
“Well, dude, you were still in bed, so what are you talking about? ‘Eight something' is too late for a nap, I don't know what...” Jisung opened his eyes wide when he saw the way his hyung was blushing and couldn't help but cover them as he got confirmation of what he had assumed they were doing. “Oh, no, I didn't want to know, God, you didn't have to tell me! What is wrong with you!”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Your ears are red!”
Chan seemed ready to defend himself, opening his mouth to explain that he couldn't control his reactions, but then your sister let out a scream. He saw his friend's body tense up, brow furrowing again ーthis time tilted with worryー and he burst out running back to his room, so Jisung had no choice but to follow. It was his adoptive mom who had just screamed, and also his adoptive mom who was wrapped in sheets, beaming a glowing smile that had nothing to do with the shriek she had just let out, her phone lit up in her hands.
“Baby, we have to cancel today’s dinner.”
“Do not do that again, please” Chan pleaded, holding his hand to his chest again, feeling his racing heart under his fingertips. “Enough scares for today.”
“Sorry” she mumbled, sheepishly. “But! Look, my sister just texted me!”
“Your sister?”
“Yes!” she confirmed, setting the phone down on the mattress and bending slightly to pick up a shirt from the floor.
Jisung felt really uncomfortable as he realised that he had caught them unknowingly, and that he had been eating cereal while they were there… naked, doing stuff.
“She never replied if she was going to be able to come to the wedding,” Chan said, approaching his fiancée to gossip about the message she had received.
“Because she wanted it to be a surprise” she explained, shaking her fists in the same adorable way Chan did when he tasted a really good dish. “But she couldn't let Mom know she was coming, because you know how she'd get, so she just got to the airport and doesn't know where she has to go.”
“And we just call off dinner?” asked the groom, his eyes widening in horror. “Your mother is going to have a heart attack. Besides, what do we do about the announcement?”
It did feel like he was witnessing a random conversation between his own parents. For a moment, they hadn't even realised they were talking in front of him, too busy reading each other with their gazes, and Jisung just hoped that this announcement they were talking about wasn't a pregnancy. They would make great parents, but he wasn't ready to have a little brother.
“After a flight of so many hours, she's going to want to rest. Dinner and the announcement can wait, as can my mother. It's our wedding, and you know what my sister means to me,” she stated, clearly determined. “Don't mention what the plans were, anyway, please. I know she'd feel terrible if she thought she screwed anything up, especially if my mother had organised it.”
“Don't worry. We can make the announcement tomorrow at lunch, when she's rested. Now let's go pick her up.” he replied, caressing her shoulder gently. Then he glanced quickly towards Jisung, catching his attention. “Hey, Ji, this is your chance. You come with us and we stop at a supermarket on the way back? Cereal's on me.”
Who was Jisung to reject free food?
Jisung had only met you once, but he remembered every single detail with precision.
It had been at a birthday party a little over two years ago. Chan was turning 29, and everyone was nervous because they didn't know how he would take the surprise party his girlfriend had thrown for him - he had never liked being the centre of attention. However, all Chan could think about was how nervous he was because his girl had told him she wanted to introduce him to her sister. Jisung had thought that the sister thing was a trick to make Chan go to the place where all his friends were gathered, but it turned out that you had shown up too.
From what Chan had told him, meeting your partner's parents was an important but stressful time. After all, most people place a high value on their parents' opinion when it comes to introducing them to the person they have fallen in love with, and all you want, as the person introduced, is to be liked. The dinner that the Aussie had attended could not have had a better outcome, with her mother smiling excitedly at him and his father hugging them goodbye. Although the mother was rather peculiar and Chan had heard too many stories about her, he had finally managed to win them over.
It hadn't been difficult because Chan's real problem had always been you, the older sister. The heiress of the family business who had taken the position of CEO upon your father's retirement. The devoted daughter who had sacrificed her adolescence to raise the youngest in the family, trying to follow your mother's strict guidelines without complaint. Your sister adored you, and appreciated everything you had done for her, and Chan knew that if there was anyone he should win over, it was you. So even though his girlfriend had assured him that you were a very shy and sweet girl, the aura of perfection that you radiated when your sister spoke your name had made him feel insecure.
And Jisung hadn't been able to help but feel the same. His heart had been racing with the erratic rhythm he felt before an exam he hadn't studied hard enough for, anxiety bubbling in his chest. It wasn't helping Chan calm down, and he didn't know why it was affecting him so much, but he couldn't stop the choking feeling. He'd known all his friends since they were little, and slowly their lives were settling in, becoming adults, while he felt like he was still the same loser teenager he'd always been. Besides, he didn't see a future where Chan wouldn't end up with his current girlfriend, and while he hadn't found it hard to feel comfortable in her presence, meeting her sister was different.
It was more serious. It involved opening up the group to outsiders, and Jisung hated change. But he had stood frozen as your sister flashed her trademark big smile, raising her arm to wave at you, beckoning you to come closer. He had watched you move through the crowd in your light dress pants, framing your waist with a thin belt, your loose hair floating with every step. Elegant, regal, classic. Straight out of a fashion magazine, perhaps from the section on looks to wear as a businesswoman. Jisung didn't even know what exactly had crossed his mind at the moment.
He had felt Chan deflate beside him, as blowfish out of danger, but he was still tense, his body a bowstring. He had tried to do the same, to relax, of course, while your gaze was fixed on his friend, but the only result had been to run out of air. Then he had focused on your sister, who gave off an infectious cheerful energy, and repeated to himself that if she was capable of looking at you that way, like you hung the stars on the sky, you couldn't be all that dangerous. He knew Chan's girlfriend, and while it was true that she trusted very easily, you were sisters. It was impossible for you not to have some of her kindness.
At least until Chan had uttered his name, introducing him as his best friend and co-worker, and then you looked at him. And the rest of the party had ceased to exist around you. His feet seemed unable to move, nailed to the spot where he had stopped to drink before he knew you were coming into his life. Your gaze was sharp over him, analysing him. He bowed slightly as he felt Chan's hand on his back, to acknowledge your presence and show some respect, but he could only take a relieved breath of air when your eyes stopped wandering over him, your attention back on whatever it was your sister was telling you about.
You hadn't spoken to each other. You had murmured a faint ‘hello’, but Jisung had never gotten around to responding ーat least not using his voiceー, so he had no conversation to evoke except the liquid embarrassment that still created shivers in its wake as he remembered the fool he had made of himself. He had merely looked at you like a child did with a toy, but through a glass, him on the street and you looking unreachable in your display window. At least, he hoped so. That you hadn't noticed, of course, but in case you had, that your image of him was that of a bashful boy who was nervous around you.
He wanted to think that if he had looked creepy, Chan would have told him, even your sister would have told him. God, and he didn't think of you as an object either, the toy thing was a silly metaphor. Besides, more than nervousness, it really looked like raw anxiety. He didn’t really know if the way his heart had been racing was out of fear or shyness, but Minho had told him that it was obvious you had had a clear effect on him, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He just knew he still kept making a fool of himself in his own mind every time he thought of you.
That was why he couldn't possibly allow himself to be with you in the same car, with no chance to run away as soon as he started to feel awkward. The most sensible thing to do, anyway, would be not to get into the car at all ーhe was already feeling awkward just thinking about itー, but he would have to give explanations that he wasn't prepared to utter out loud. And Jisung would rather swallow his anxiety and pretend to be civilised in Chan's car than admit that he had been thinking about you too often for two years.
The surprise reflected in your beautiful narrowed eyes indicated that you did not expect that the first person you would see when you looked up would be none other than Han Jisung. He knew it, and he wasn't taking it to heart because after all, the one you had sent the message to was your sister. You were the spitting image of bewilderment, your expression of confusion turning into a frown until you spotted your sister behind his back and he saw you flash a smile he had never seen curving your lips before. The sting of feeling ignored cried in his chest, but he understood. You spent your life travelling, he didn't even know when was the last time you had seen each other.
Chan and he faded into the background as you hugged your little sister, murmuring greetings and 'I love you's in the arms of what you considered home, and Jisung stared at the disarranged way your dress had wrinkled at its bottom. You had been waiting sitting on the floor, legs crossed, your suitcase standing next to you, an image that contrasted with the neat way you had styled your hair, the expensive-looking dress you wore bringing luminosity to your face. You were slightly taller than Jisung thanks to the esparto sandals you had slipped on before taking a cab to the airport, but all he could think about was your smile.
The same one you addressed to him with an embarrassed curve once you separated from your sister, out of her embrace but still with your arms entwined, when the excitement of being with her again dissipated.
“Sorry for not saying hi” you said, your tone clear but warm. You nodded in his direction, pronouncing his name slowly, as if savouring it, and then went over to give Chan a quick hug ーno doubt having more familiarity with him than with Jisung.
“Do you remember Ji?” your sister asked, just as surprised as he was, as she led you to where her fiancé had parked.
“Of course! Chan's shy friend” you answered, smacking Chan playfully in the arm when he tried to take your suitcase. “No offence.”
“None taken.”
So you actually remembered him, and he wasn't creepy in your memories. Jisung had to suppress the smile that crawled into his lips just thinking about it.
“Do you remember me?” you said, raising an eyebrow with a teasing hint in your voice.
He wanted to scream that he did, his enthusiasm threatening with revealing the gradual way he was realising you weren’t as dangerous as he had thought, but he breathed before talking, “Yeah, definitely. Chan’s famous sister in law.”
“Famous?”
“Well, your sister doesn’t shut up about you, so it seems a reasonable adjective,” intervened Chan, saving Jisung some time to compose himself.
After two years he was talking with you, you two were having a proper conversation. It was amazing.
“Aww, my little sister can’t stop mentioning me?” you joked, an airy giggle escaping your lips. But the subtext was clear to Jisung, that comment had meant a lot more to you that you wanted to let on.
“Well, it’s not my fault you appear to be related to half the topics I talk about.”
Both sisters bursted out laughing, leaning into each other like two old trees in the park, and Chan opened his car, helping you lift your suitcase and bags into the trunk while your sister called dibs as passenger princess. Jisung had assumed the position he had before, in the seat behind the driver, and waited until you had sat next to him and Chan had started the engine to remind his friend of his promise.
“No worries, mate, I’ll get you your cereals,” he reassured him, chuckling under his breath.
“You didn’t have a proper breakfast for your guests this morning, sir?” you joked, earning an embarrassed laugh from your soon to be brother-in-law. Then Jisung saw you scoot over in your seat with your arms resting on your sister’s backseat, and ask, “Does Mom know I’m here?”
“I didn’t tell her anything, why?”
You cleared your throat, your brows furrowing with worry, “Last time I saw her, we argued. Like, a lot.”
Jisung tried to make himself busy looking through the window, averting his eyes from you two as he heard your sister whisper a fearful ‘Again?’, feeling like he was intruding on a conversation too private for his ears. Luckily, Chan surely had been thinking the same thing, because he pulled into the first free space he could find, quickly parking in the echoing silence that had fallen over the four of them, and with a strained smile signalled Jisung to get out of the car. He didn't even utter a word, just grabbed the keys, placed a sweet kiss on his fiancée's cheek, and joined his friend outside.
“They need time to talk about it” he said, like it would explain everything. Jisung nodded. “I think there’s a Wollies five minutes away, let’s go.”
If Jisung had to be honest, he hadn't actually noticed your mother. He knew who she was, but the first time he had seen her was at the engagement party she had organised for her daughter and Chan a few months ago. She had struck him as a serious but kind woman, who had not once dropped her smile during the entire event. Jisung supposed, in retrospect, that that detail was slightly incriminating, but only if she could be accused of being somewhat forced.
But in the short time that had passed since he had left the comfort of his bed until that very moment, every comment he had heard about her had helped him confirm an opinion that backed up the occasional ‘She’s crazy, mate’ that Chan had repeated in front of him so many times in his fast-paced English conversations with Felix, the thick Australian accent spilling out of every word.
Then he heard Chan sigh.
“This week is going to be hell for them.”
Jisung had never paid attention so fast before, “What do you mean?”
“We knew the wedding was going to be difficult with their mother around, but she didn’t want to leave her out of it” he muttered, as if guilt was eating him alive for sharing intimate matters of his fiancée's family life.
“You've got yourself a very sweet girl, hyung,” his comment brought a soft curve to Chan’s lips, just thinking of your sister's gentle soul, and all the times he'd had the opportunity to witness it. And then he sighed again.
“When her sister didn’t RSVP’d, I totally understood it, and even if it had hurt her, she did too because it was the best for everyone” he continued, guiding Jisung through the streets of his hometown effortlessly. “And even though his mother is probably the reason she is still going to therapy, she showed up so she could attend our wedding. I will be eternally grateful to her just for the look of happiness on my fiancée's face now that they are together.”
Therapy. You could go to therapy for many reasons. Jisung went once a month to help his anxiety, to vent about topics he didn't feel able to share with anyone. And although the day before, the morning of the session and even five minutes before he felt that he was drowning in the uneasiness of someone who has the feeling of facing a periodic exam, although the hour and a half with his psychologist turned him into a sensitive mess of tears and lonely puzzle pieces, that night he always slept better. Therapy helped. Jisung was glad you had that escape route.
“She has had no physical incidents,” Chan said. She has not attempted suicide, Jisung translated. “But I shouldn't have said anything anyway. It's one thing to trust you to talk freely about whatever, and another to share such sensitive personal information about someone without asking their permission.”
Jisung had always admired Chan, but now he felt proud of him, of his ability to keep his moral compass intact. He had to admit, with shameful embarrassment, that he wouldn't have been able to ask him to shut up if he had continued talking. Every piece of information about you seemed addictive to him, like adding emotional depth to a character who had been mentioned for several seasons but had never learned anything about. Chan had just shown him cracks in the smooth porcelain you decided to show as perfection, and now he wasn't going to be able to look at you without seeing you.
Chan put an arm around Jisung’s shoulders, a gesture of affection that he never tired of showing, and he realised that they had already arrived at the supermarket.
“Anyways, let’s go get you some cereal, hm?”
Felix had two empty shot glasses in front of him when Jisung arrived at the Perfect Blues resort bar. He hadn't even looked at his phone since he had walked with Chan into the Woolworths closest to where you and your sister were waiting for them, but when he returned to the apartment with his box of cereal and some more snacks, he saw the notification he had missed it.
‘Hyung just cancelled dinner, wanna hang out?’
Jisung had smiled, thinking he would find the blond Aussie waiting for him in his room, but his absence was obvious, and the catastrophic state of the bathroom told him that he had taken a quick shower after spending the day at the beach and had decided to start without him.
It didn't bother him. Jisung always declined invitations to meet after dinnertime, generally because he felt he was much better off at home, with his belly full and falling asleep in front of his favorite TV show. Often his friend Minho would join him, but generally Jisung liked the quiet of the night. If there was anyone he was capable of breaking his comfortable routine, however, it was Felix. He had been called a simp too many times to avoid acknowledging that he would do anything for his best friend. Even stay best friends, even if his heart asked for more.
Walking to the resort pub where the dinner would have been held had been tricky because he couldn't quite figure out how to use the Maps app on his phone, but once he spotted Felix in the crowd, sitting at the bar but bouncing to the beat of the music the DJ was playing behind him, his shoulders relaxed. Jisung approached his friend with a big smile which the blond lazily returned, and he repressed the urge to wrap him in a hug by way of greeting. Normally they were very affectionate with each other, but the alcohol would bubble up way too easily for them, and that meant Felix would be clingier than usual. Jisung could accept a certain amount of physical contact with his crush before the certainty that it wasn't reciprocated overwhelmed him.
One thing at a time.
“What can I get you?” the bartender intervened between them before they could exchange a word, his accent thick and his gaze soft, and Jisung wondered if he was Chan's cousin.
“Whatever he was having,” he replied hurriedly, trying not to blush. Jisung didn't understand why talking to strangers made him so embarrassed. The man seemed nice. “Oh, and a glass of water, please,” he added. Given the hours it was, Felix would have time to sober up before leaving the place.
“How was your day?” he asked the blond, sitting down on the free stool next to him and leaning slightly towards Felix to hear him better.
But Felix seemed in a world of his own, watching him carefully and squinting.
“You have a mole on your cheek,” he whispered, and Jisung had to steady his grip on the bar to keep from falling over, his palm stretched out on the surface condensed by drinks that had already been removed, when his heart skipped a beat in his chest at his words, “That's why I like to give you kisses there.”
I wish I had a mole on my lips, Jisung thought, but he widened his smile. That wasn't Felix talking. He was just drunk. All there was to do was be patient and nice, because it was obvious to him that Felix didn't have a clue about half the words that came out of his mouth. Jisung had been in his shoes, he knew the lack of control that came with alcohol.
“That's cute,” he told him, resting a hand on his thigh to draw Felix into his voice so he'd understand what he was saying. “How was your day? I didn't see you today.”
“It's just that Hyune wanted to learn how to surf,” he explained, his knee moving under Jisung's hand to the rhythm of the beat. “We woke up early and ate out.”
Jisung was startled when the bartender set down a clean shot glass in front of him and picked up the bottle of whatever Felix had been drinking ーvodka, though he didn't like itー, refilling it at an overwhelming speed.
“Sorry it took so long, but I had to go get it inside,” he exclaimed, to make himself heard over the music, picking up a regular glass and setting it down in front of Felix. “His is on the owners, because of the wedding," he added, emptying in the glass a small bottle of water, which he opened in front of them, "yours is on me."
Jisung blushed again as the bartender gave him a playful wink, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ in response, and he couldn't help but check what he'd put on to get his attention like that. He'd barely had time to change out of his pajamas when he'd arrived at the apartment, so he'd grabbed the first thing he'd seen in the suitcase lying open on the floor of his room. It was nothing special. Oversize dark jeans and a yellow and black plaid shirt three times his size. Maybe it had too many buttons undone. Changbin always complained because he had another friend who did the same thing. But Wooyoung did it on purpose, Jisung just forgot.
Felix whined, breaking his train of thought, and tugged on Jisung's long shirt sleeve with an adorable pout pursing his lips, “You're not listening to mee.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he told him, focusing on his friend, “I was thinking about...” he couldn't tell him what the bartender had just done, because he'd try to match them, and Jisung didn't want to spend the night explaining to the poor guy why he wasn't going to do anything with him, “what I'm wearing. Maybe it's not appropriate.”
“You look gorgeous, Ji, don't worry about it.” he tried to reassure him, the R's tangling in his mouth like a tongue twister. “I was asking you about Chan. No one's seen him all day.”
Jisung felt the temperature in the room rise too many degrees, his skin hot and feverish, but he didn't know if it was because of Felix's breathy compliment or because of his question, to which the only possible answer was hopelessly connected to sex. How was it his fault that his hyung was so horny?
“Chan hyung was busy,” he said, keeping his answer as concise as possible.
He felt like a twelve-year-old boy. He was old enough to talk about such things without being shy about it. Even if he wasn't too experienced, the Internet existed, and with it porn. Everyone knew what he was talking about even if he didn't say the word itself, because there were so many ways to call it. And yet it wasn't because of the subject matter that he was acting that way, but because it was Felix he was talking to. And talking about sex with Felix meant thinking about both at the same time. And that was dangerous.
Luckily, Felix was a hyperactive drunk, so if Jisung talked to him about something else he would forget what he had just asked.
“Did you only drink those two shots?” he gestured towards the bar, shamelessly changing the subject, and Felix followed his hand with his gaze.
“Seungmin had beer,” he whispered, as if it were a secret, “he gave me some.”
Seungmin would have loved to see Felix make a fool of Jisung without really being aware, the two of them alone in their shared apartment, totally uninhibited by his damn beer. He told himself he had to warn the poor Aussie that he had been poisoned by a dog. But at that moment what had gotten him high were the two shots he'd downed upon arriving at Perfect Blues, so he had to match Felix to keep the anxiety from eating him up inside at every sentence either of them blurted out, enough to remember his actions but still be able to blame any nonsense he did on the alcohol. So he sighed, turned, shoulder to shoulder with Felix, and emptied the vodka in one swallow.
The alcohol went down Jisung's throat leaving its harsh flavour in its wake, and he closed his eyes to keep them from tearing. He wasn't going to risk taking a second one, but in at least half an hour dancing it would kick in. It always did. Especially if the last thing he'd had was two spoonfuls of cereal. He just had to convince Felix to drink the glass of water. It shouldn't be that difficult.
Jisung had taken a second glass of vodka. After almost an hour among the sweaty bodies of the people dancing around him, the room spun slightly when he moved his head. His mouth felt dry, but he couldn't stop. He had shouted every song, even if he didn't know it, surrounded by his best friends. Felix was glued to him, his hand on his shoulder, their legs intertwined, clumsy steps of an improvised dance. He was having a good time. He thought he was having a good time. He had to be having a good time, because he saw Felix's luminous eyes, the bright smiles of Minho and Changbin, who had dropped by shortly after, and he needed to match them.
He was tired. His muscles were throbbing, he felt sticky, transpiring through his shirt, and the heat was beginning to overwhelm him. It had stopped being fun at least twenty minutes ago, when the DJ had repeated the song that was playing when he had arrived at the bar, and the coincidence screeched through his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on Felix's body next to his own, and repressed the urge to melt against him. He rested his forehead on his shoulder, and the soft texture of his denim jacket pressed against his skin as Felix laughed.
“Look, Ji can't do it anymore!”
For a moment he wanted to laugh, as did the rest, at a joke that at any other time he would have found hilarious. But Felix was right. He couldn't do it any more. For two days he had been fighting the feeling of vertigo that shook his heart whenever he was left alone, and he allowed himself to think about his future. He had been left alone on purpose, knowing that an honest look from the groom or Felix would make him break down, because they always managed to make him burst open like a torrent. And it couldn't happen. Because he'd been holding back too long, and to snap at his best friend's wedding would be to ruin it.
So he sighed, disentangling himself from his friend, and slipped through the crowd back to the bar. He tried to crack a smile for the nice bartender, collapsing on the stool, and was able to make it genuine when he placed a glass of cold water in front of him without having to ask for it. He crossed his arms over the bar after taking a sip, ignoring all the background noise, and rested his head on them, hiding from the outside. As always, he told himself. Hiding from everything.
For a few moments he took deep breaths, trying to convince himself that he was being dramatic, that he had to pull himself together so he could get back. But then he felt a hand caress his back, and the comforting weight felt so gentle and familiar that he didn't have to lift his head to know it was Felix. He turned his face slightly, putting on a mask of happiness, the one he deserved, and forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat in an attempt to tell him it was okay.
“Come on,” he whispered, loud enough to be heard.
Jisung raised his head slightly, not really understanding what he meant.
“Come with me,” he insisted, holding out his hand.
He said it as if it was necessary, as if he had to have Jisung by his side, him and him alone, and Jisugn didn't hesitate to take his hand. He took a breath, preparing to go back to Minho and Changbin and the tide of people he knew would swallow him whole, but his breath caught in his throat as Felix laced his fingers with his, holding his hand as gently as he always did, and led him towards the exit. He helped him meander between pairs of friends chatting at the entrance to the venue, and couples flirting and whispering promises to each other in the darkest rooms, and Jisung felt like he could breathe again as he felt the soft Sydney night breeze on his face.
Felix didn't utter another word. Probably with anyone else, that would have made Jisung squirm uncomfortably, even feel trapped, but it was Felix. Sweet, smiling Felix, who had always been there for him. Of course his presence was going to be like a warm blanket on the harshest day of winter. Of course he was going to be head over heels for him.
And as they walked hand in hand, back to the floor, their shoulders brushing against each other with every step, Jisung knew he had to do something different. The alcohol coursing through his system gave him a dose of courage that his body lacked in his day-to-day life, and the reassurance he felt at his side, along with the constant touch of his smooth skin in his, made him form dangerous ideas. Like kissing him, for example. Normally, no matter how much he wanted to, he always held back, fearing the consequences. But he was tired of holding back. If Felix rejected him, he would learn to live with it. But enduring the constant uncertainty weighed heavy on his heart.
He squeezed Felix's hand, smiling, three times, and knew without looking that he was mirroring him. Then he repeated the squeezes.
Jisung waited, holding his breath, as Felix pulled out of his pocket the keys of the doorway. He had to let go of his hand so he could open the door, and he passed quickly as Felix held it for him. He walked to the lift, pressing the button three times, as he always did, and heard the sound of the door closing. He turned in time to see Felix twist the keyring's kangaroo-shaped bead his finger, and swallowed as he positioned himself next to him. It was the right moment. He just had to turn and do it.
But then the ‘ping!’ of the lift echoed down the hall, and Jisung grimaced. This time Felix moved the first, and waited until Jisung was inside to press the button for his floor, with a flashing four that lit up under his finger. Jisung knew Felix wouldn't say a word until he spoke, respecting that the energy had left his body, and waiting for him to recover before interacting with him. But Jisung hated it when that happened. When he ran out of energy, the thing he most wanted to do was listen to him talk.
But it was true that they were both engaged in waiting. Constantly. For everything. And it was exhausting.
“Hey, look, it’s about to strike midnight,” Felix was looking at the screen over the lift’s buttons, where a white ‘23:58’ stood out over a pitch black background. Jisung made an affirmative noise, his gaze wandering over the weather information that appeared under the numbers. “Do you want to pretend it's going to be New Year's? It'll be as if we hadn't missed it.”
Jisung nodded, smiling, and Felix took out his phone, turning it on. The screen lit up, this time a minute closer to midnight, and Jisung saw that the photo Felix had was one that Hyunjin had taken of them when they weren't looking at one of their get-togethers in the garden of Minho's house. He smiled at the memory while Felix enabled the option for the seconds to appear as well, so that they could count down together. They both waited, again, in silence, as the seconds passed. Their gazes remained locked on the numbers, shoulder to shoulder. And when the moment came, Jisung heard the Aussie whisper a faint ‘ten’.
One second, one beat of his heart, and they both uttered a quiet “nine”.
Felix turned towards him at the sound of his voice, his lips tightening into a luminous smile, when he realised that Jisung was following suit. He playfully nudged his shoulder, but returned his eyes to the phone almost instantly to watch the numbers change, “eight”.
Then Jisung remembered the tradition he had with his brother. For as long as he could remember, his family made wishes on New Year's Day, usually requests for good health and happiness between them. When he was little, under the rule of never asking for anything for oneself, he and his brother made sure the other wished for the gift they were looking forward to receiving most for their birthday. It pained him to realise that he had not been able to share it with his family again that year. And he hadn't wished for anything at the time January 1st began, either, because he had been sleeping on the plane to Australia.
“Seven.”
His most logical thought, he figured, would be to wish Chan and his fiancée an amazing married life. Lots of joy and shared memories. After all she had been through, and how hard he had worked for the stability they finally enjoyed, they deserved it. But it was also true that since they had met they had developed a complicity that allowed them to find the positive side of any situation, always. Maybe they didn't need it so much.
“Six.”
For a moment, he thought of you too. About the impeccable version of yourself you offered so that no one could ever make you feel the way your mother had again, and how lost your gaze looked when you didn't have your sister's attention on you. You did seem to need it. It was a difficult decision, because his heart certainly felt like it was willing to lean towards you.
“Five.”
But if anyone was present in his heart, it was Felix. And as he had decided earlier, he was tired of waiting for some magical moment when they would both decide to confess the secret love they had been professing to each other for years. That only happened in the dramas he watched with Hyunjin, and in romance books. But life was all about risks, and he had to be willing to take some if he wanted to move forward, just like his friends did. Just like Chan had done the day he met his fiancée.
“Four.”
Jisung held his breath. He didn't know if the vodka was still running through his system, but he felt more awake than ever. His heart was pounding too hard in four different spots in his body, thumping heavily against his chest, and even trying to escape through his temples. It was the nerves, he told himself. He was facing an irrevocably significant moment.
“Three.”
He reminded himself that this was no fleeting whim. His feelings for his best friend had grown with every interaction, every smile and every selfless cuddle. Felix always made him feel safe, helping him stop doubting himself even when everyone seemed to turn their backs on him, repeating over and over again all the antonyms of the negative adjectives Jisung used to conjure up when everything went wrong. Felix was his person.
“Two.”
Sometimes he drowned in those feelings, as intense as the usual flood of emotions that bubbled up inside him. But then he would look at him, Felix's gaze glued to his own phone, waiting impatiently for twelve o'clock to strike, and he told himself it would be worth it. It would take a weight off his shoulders, whether the kiss was reciprocated or not. He would take whatever Felix wanted to give him, and that would be enough. With him it always was.
“One.”
Besides, in Western culture, one of the many traditions was the classical midnight kiss, wasn't it?
Felix turned to him, phone still in his hand, lips parted, “Happy New…!”
And then he kissed him.
It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it was the first time it had happened that way: fast, unexpected, hungry. From that first kiss they'd shared at fifteen, practising for the latest years of high school, to the desperate way Jisung had attacked Felix in the middle of the elevator it had been more than ten years, but it felt just as familiar as it had in the past. Jisung closed his eyes, like he had once done, unable to think of anything but Felix's lips against his own. His brows furrowed, trying not to read too much into the kiss, to avoid getting excited by the way his best friend had reciprocated it.
A kiss could communicate a lot of feelings, but words were needed to make them clear.
“You’re drunk, Ji,” he said, his chest rising with each quickened breath, pulling his hands away from Jisung's shoulders, as if he had just realised he had put them there, of what had just happened between them.
“No, I’m not,” he whined, falling into the autumn brownish of his eyes, “I promise.”
It would not be the first time he had lied to himself. He just wanted to kiss him again, to feel his hands roaming his body without shame, and if he had to pretend that his tipsyness was not the reason he'd managed to act, he would. Again and again. To him, it was completely worth it.
“Please.”
Jisung saw the moment Felix’s selfcontrol crumbled under his touch, all the alarms that ringed in his head long forgotten. One single word, and he was all his. One single second, and Felix's hands were back on his shoulders, as if they'd belonged on the thin fabric of his shirt forever, moving up to his neck and ruffling his hair as he pushed him towards the metal wall of the lift. Jisung exhaled a sigh against his mouth, no longer resisting the consequences, surrendering to Felix, closing his eyes and memorising every caress.
The crushing weight that had settled in his chest throughout the night had melted into a steady drip of desire sliding down into the pit of his stomach, a fire that crackled louder each time Felix intertwined his tongue with Jisung's. He couldn't believe it was finally happening. He couldn't believe that the way Felix's body was pressed against his, Jisung's hands on the soft arch of his back, was no longer purely platonic, and that every time Jisung grinded against him he let out that low groan, and that it was for him.
So when the ‘ping!’ echoed again in the tight space of the elevator and they parted for a shared breath of air, Jisung let out a giggle. Felix looked up at him with fully dilated pupils, flushed to his ears, and returned the shy smile, resting his hand on the one Jisung had on his waist to pull him towards the corridor. In a short, clumsy walk they both made it to the front door, and Felix opened it on the second try.
Jisung didn't even bother to check that the door was locked before leaning Felix against the wall and burying his face in the blond's smooth neck, kissing and nibbling every inch of skin he laid his mouth on. It was addictive how responsive he became under his hands, sliding pretty whimpers from the abc of his throat, shivering under his touch, his Adam's apple twitching under his tongue, his hips twitching uncontrollably against him every time Jisung's thigh moved against his crotch.
“Lix-ah,” he whispers, raspy voice, swallowing another embarrassing noise, his lips hovering over Felix’s.
“Hey,” he answers, his loop-sided smile cracking against Jisung’s mouth, unfocused, narrowed eyes observing him. “Can I suck you off? Please, Sung, can I?”
Jisung nods, his heart beating so fast he feels it will stop at any moment, and he manages to swallow with difficulty. He sees Felix licking his lips hungrily, and then how he hooks his index fingers into the buckles of Jisung's oversized jeans. He doesn't need to hold back the whimper that catches in his throat when the waistband of his trousers digs into the back of his hips. Felix has turned him around effortlessly, and now he's once again the one trapped between his lips and the wall.
He didn't mind. It was a position where he could lean on if his knees gave out. Especially when, still maintaining eye contact with Felix, he watched as he dropped to his knees in front of him. They had stopped looking at the time the moment Jisung kissed him, but just the same time seemed to have slowed down since then, his erratic breathing ticking off the seconds. He could only focus on Felix.
On Felix and the darkness of his pupils, watching him from below as if he were praying. On Felix and the softness of his fingertips as he carefully undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. On Felix and the warmth of his breath, which he feels exhaling slowly and heavily against his abdomen. On Felix and his hands, small and quick, resting on Jisung's hips, trembling in the air, grabbing him by the waistband of his trousers, undoing the button, pulling down the zip. Sliding the trousers down to the floor. Sliding his shorts to the floor. Kissing the tip of his cock with care and reverence. On Felix, Felix, Felix, Felix...
Jisung closed his eyes the instant Felix put it in his mouth. He felt a breeze of heat rise up his chest, settling on his cheeks, as he realised how much he had leaked into his underwear, and how little he wanted Felix to notice it. For the short amount of time that had passed, the precum stain had been embarrassingly obvious, but Felix seemed to have ignored it, too hungry to even pay attention. A shiver ran down his spine and Jisung wondered if it was cold or disappointment that Felix hadn't teased him for how excited he was. He seemed oblivious to his urges in the presence of the blond.
His mouth fell open with a moan, eyelids fluttering, as Felix began to bob his head against him, a tear of drool spilling over his pretty rosy lips, and he clenched his fists at the sides of his hips. It was amazing ㅡJisung hadn't had much experience in anyone's bed, but Felix clearly had, just by the skilled way he used his tongue, running it along the underside of his cock, smiling as Jisung choked on nothingness at the feel of Felix's throat so tight and warm around him.
It made him want to be jealous of whoever enjoyed it before him, but he chose to focus on the fact that he was the one who had him on his knees at that moment.
“Lix, hahㅡ Lix, please,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with all he hadn't been aware of letting out until then, “I'm going… Lix, I'm cumㅡfuckㅡ I'm cumming…”
But he didn't listen. He didn't seem to want to. He was determined to savour the whole thing, and by the sharp look in his big dark eyes, Jisung knew he had it all to lose. Whenever he competed against Felix, he was always the loser. In this situation it will hurt less, he knows. So he lets go, whimpering his best friend's name between his teeth, his hand tangled in Felix's velvety, blond hair.
And when he managed to open his eyes, his labored breathing making him feel slightly dizzy, Felix was grinning like a sinner, waiting to make eye contact with Jisung so he could open his mouth and show him his tongue. He had swallowed it all. Dirty little thing. He had no idea Felix was that kind of lover.
But far from succumbing to his devilish face, Jisung grabbed him by the front of his white shirt, sticky and clammy under his fingers, and pulled him up, bringing their lips together in a spittle-filled, toothy kiss. He was desperate. To keep devouring him, to take him to his room, to prove to him why he should stay with him.
He sliped off his shoes with his feet, first one and then the other, letting Felix mimic him, and the clothes around his ankles are left lying on the floor as Jisung slidded his hand down to grab the back of his neck, his tongue clumsily in his mouth, and directs him, backwards, to the room he was assigned to when he arrived in the city. It was dark, but he didn't mind in the slightest. His eyes had grown accustomed, and the sight of Felix's shining pupils in front of his, the clear silhouette of his body as he pulled his jacket off, is enough for him.
He just wanted to feel it all, and hold every second of it in his memory.
Felix chased his mouth as Jisung broke away to remove his shirt, and it didn't take long for him to lift his hands, a shiver running through his body as the fabric caressed his nipples in his way up, kissing Jisung again as soon as he pulled it to the floor, amidst the mess of his room. He was able to fumble with the button of his dress trousers, ignoring the zip, when his legs hit the edge of the bed. He tugged them down with a jolt, and kneeled on the mattress, face to face with Jisung, his hands again wrapped around Jisung's shoulders.
They separated for a moment, the time it took Felix to childishly pull Jisung's open shirt to the floor, and he kissed him again, pulling him until he managed to have him on top of himself. Jisung rested his hands on the sides of the blond's head, pinning him to the mattress, sliding his tongue down Felix's neck, and felt his cock twitching, hardening against his best friend's bare thighs, when he heard Felix moan.
“Sung,” he said, eyes closed, wrapping his legs around his hips, pulling him close until there wasn't room for a breath between their bodies. “Please, I need… I need you, please.”
Jisung hid his face in the hollow between Felix's shoulder and neck, and poured a whimper over his sweaty skin, letting the friction of his hips push him a little over the edge. But Felix took one of his hands, his agile fingers curling around his wrist, and drew them to his ass, guiding Jisung's fingertips between his cheeks.
“I'm all ready for you, see?” he insisted, babbling lips moving against his ear. “You see, Sungie? ‘Touched myself… Just a bit, earlier in the shower.”
Jisung's head spinned as Felix whispered the slurred words into the room, quiet but too loud at the same time, and he released his grip so he could slide his hand across the mattress to his nightstand. The bottle of lube was nearby, always handy, and he picked it up with trembling hands, getting on his knees. Felix let his legs fall onto the bed, expectant, exposed, as Jisung poured it generously into his hand, bending down to leave a kiss on his lips while he slipped his fingers inside him.
The reaction was astonishing. Felix's cock throbbed over his tummy, his abs clenching and unclenching, mouth wide open. Jisung smiled, lowering his kisses to Felix's abused neck, working him open.
“My good, naughty boy,” he murmured, and Felix exhaled an breathy laugh, his hands tightly gripping Jisung's dishevelled sheets.
“Like… likewise,” managed to reply, but the words choked in his throat in a low whine when Jisung withdrew his fingers, leaving him empty.
He moved back to the drawer as fast as he could, grabbing a condom with sticky fingers, tearing the plastic with his teeth and pulling it down his length. Felix doesn't have time to process it, his hands clutching at Jisung's shoulders for dear life as Jisung slidded himself inside of Felix. They both held their breath, Felix throwing his head back, furrowing his brow, his throat buzzing with pleasure. Jisung waited, concentrating on not releasing right away, while Felix adjusted to him.
“So, oh, fuckㅡ so big,” he moaned, digging his short nails into Jisung's skin, “so good, so big, oh God…”
“Yeah?”
He wasn't even able to respond, his gaze lost in the ceiling as Jisung slammed his hips against Felix's, the fucked out expression making Jisung groan. He loved that face. He was going to treasure forever those freckles that painted his friend's pretty face. His arms trembled as he kept pushing into Felix, gasps coming from his rosy lips, and Jisung tried to find him in the dark. Felix welcomed the open-mouthed kiss with feverish urgency, mind too focused on his pleasure to notice that Jisung had caressed his way down to Felix's cock, jerking him off with renewed energy.
He wasn't going to last long, so he had to focus on Felix. Focus on squeezing his cock the right way, earning every sweet noise with pride, savouring the harsh flavour of vodka on his tongue.
“Sungie… Hah, Sungie I'm… I'm going to,” but Jisung didn't let him finish the sentence, drowning his gasps in another dirty kiss.
Felix tangled his fingers in Jisung's hair, making his hips stutter, the musky scent of their sweat tingling in his nose with each thrust. Jisung's muscles twitch as he notices the way Felix tenses beneath him, his cum spilling between his fingers as he cums, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. That was when he let himself go, jaw going slack as he emptied himself into Felix's warm hole, releasing all the built up stamina into one final thrust.
He collapsed, smiling lazily against Felix's skin, and hoped it was not a dream. Then he felt his friend humming, his chest too comfortable, caressing his scratched back. He had to get up, throw away the condom and clean themselves before he could even begin to think about sleeping. Once he woke up, he would deal with the consequences. Their whole friendship had been amazing, but that night belonged to him. Especially if Felix regretted it the next day.
Because Jisung knew only one thing. His last wish before midnight had been for Felix to kiss him back. It had been selfish and impulsive, but worst of all, it had been a wish for himself. That broke his mother's main rule, and probably meant that even if it had come true, it would have terrible repercussions.
established rship, gender neutral, fluff, teeny tiny bit suggestive
chan absolutely ADORES cuddles with you and would do it any chance he gets.
whenever he’s tirelessly working away in his studio and he spots you timidly peaking your head in the door, not wanting to disturb him but missing him too much to not check on him every now and then, he’d happily welcome you in. invites you to sit on his lap.
“come here sweetheart” with the sweetest shy little smile and a pat on his thigh. he’d wrap his strong arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. nuzzle into your neck, inhale your scent, give you soft little kisses there. you’d ask how it’s going, but he knows what you mean. “i’ll be done for the night soon. then i’m all yours baby.” one hand lightly turning your head towards him so he can give your cheek a kiss, then your lips where he’d linger a little longer.
he’d be attached to your hip whenever you’re out somewhere; grocery shopping, browsing music stores, long walks together. if his arm isn’t snaked around your waist, he’s back-hugging you and walking you together in a little waddle.
when you’re on your couch watching whatever, he needs you close to him. he’d pull you onto his lap, let you snuggle into his warm chest. when you’re sleepy, he’d let you rest your head on his lap and stroke your hair.
he also loves to be the one laying in your lap, loves having his hair petted and back stroked. you’d frequently hear him sighing contently and nuzzling your thighs.
randomly throughout the day, whenever he felt like it, he would pick you up and carry you to the closest cozy spot to cuddle with you. his cuteness aggression for you is serious, he’d squeeze you so tight against him and let out an “ugghhhhhhhhh. i love you so much.” while smothering you in kisses.
in bed, he loves to spoon you. he’s obsessed with being so close to you. having his entire body pressed up against yours, holding you there with your fingers interlocked. his face in your nape, getting dizzy from your sweet scent again. little sleepy kisses on your skin. his lips falling apart when he’s asleep, hot breath against you that send shivers down your spine in the best way.
but he’d want you on his chest too of course. and he loves to pull you fully on top of him. he’d sneak his hands under your shirt to trace little patterns all over your back, up and down your sides, giggling when you squirm from him gliding across your ticklish spots. eventually the shirt limiting his access to you would annoy him, so he’d simply take it off. he already sleeps in a lot less than you, and he could never get enough of how the skin on skin contact feels. drives him insane. he even asks you to leave your clothes off sometimes. gentle hands up your spine and across your shoulders freely now, into your hair. he’d kiss the top of your head and whisper your name to get you to look up at him so he can kiss you even more.
he won’t let go of you all night, so you’d wake up in his arms every day, to his kisses and beautiful raspy morning voice. “morning baby, how’d you sleep?” the answer would always be amazing as long as you’re with him.
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