pairing; no pairing unless you count a love between park junhee and his strawberry yogurt
genre; crack/comedy
notes/warnings; none just nonsense
word count; 980 and some change
A loud sigh falls from Junhee’s lips as he closes the door and drops the bag from his shoulder, before pushing it away from the door with his foot. There was plenty of work to be done inside of that bag, but it could wait. He had other plans, and the first course of action was waiting inside of the fridge of his shared apartment.
Shoes off, hood up, Junhee trudged through the hall grumbling to himself, before finally making it to the note covered fridge and opening it to hopefully find his prize after such an exhausting day. Eyes scanning the shelves only finding banana yogurt, Jun’s brows furrowed in slight panic, before closing the door and checking the note he had left this morning stating, “Do not touch my yogurt!”
Clearly someone in the apartment had not listened. He had even underlined it and signed it. Junhee thought he was a reasonable person. He was willing to share things, including his food, but this day had been particularly shitty. He had made one simple request, and it had been ignored.
Sniffing hard as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, Jun glanced around the kitchen, only to feel himself become more irritated when he realized his yogurt thief had the gall to leave the foil top on the counter. Inspecting it closer, Jun's eyes narrowed, before looking around as if someone were standing right next to him. The yogurt was still cold. This thief had just committed their crime.
Normally he would brush something like this off and forgive and forget, but knowing he could catch them literally red handed? The idea was just too satisfying. Taking off out of the room with purpose, Junhee checked the living room, finding it empty, before beginning to open doors one by one without knocking. “Donghun hyung!”
Startled, the older man looked up from his desk, pushing headphones off his head with a confused expression on his face, no yogurt to be seen. Junhee furrowed his brows and simply held up a hand apologetically, knowing he’d have to explain himself later, but for now there were more rooms to check.
Stopping in front of the next room, Jun considers this one and knocks twice, before pushing the door open as Sehyoon makes a sound of acknowledgement. Glancing around his room before looking at him, Junhee knew his friend wasn’t his thief before he finally met his eyes.
“Can I help you?”
Shaking his head and frowning deeply in thought, the younger man steps out backwards without a word, leaving Sehyoon confused as Jun shuts the door.
Eyes on the end of the hall, only two rooms left, Jun followed the sound of conversation and laughter, pushing a door open to find the two youngest roommates and his strawberry yogurt in the hand of Byeongkwan, who took a bite as he met his eyes. “The betrayal I feel at this moment…is so real.”
Sitting on his bed, Chan found himself unable to hold back a laugh, but he quickly rubbed his lips together as Jun glared at him, before holding up a hand as he tried to defend himself.
“Hyung...there is still banana yogurt in the fridge.”
Disgust fell over Junhee’s features as his eyes met Byeongkwan’s as he licked his lips, savoring the last strawberry yogurt. “Banana? Banana. Chan-ssi, there is banana yogurt in the fridge, did you know? I’m going to kill you, Byeongkwan!”
Among the commotion hearing Byeongkwan’s squeal, Sehyoon and Donghun had made their way out of their rooms and into the doorway of the now crime scene to find both Jun and Byeongkwan wearing more of the yogurt than what had been eaten, along with a very disturbed Chan wailing as he tried to clean yogurt off his bedding. “Why did this have to happen in my room?!”
With Byeonkwan’s head wrapped in his arms, Jun glanced around the room to meet an amused Donghun as he scratched the back of his neck, raising his brow. “There is plenty of strawberry yogurt in the fridge, Junhee. It’s just in the drawer, I bought some this morning. You’re killing him for literally just my entertainment.”
Time freezing as Jun carefully unwrapped his legs and arms from around the younger man, he cleared his throat and smoothed Byeongkwan’s hair with a slight nod as he furrowed his brows hearing his friend’s laugh at his reaction. “I may have overreacted…”
Byeongkwan finally able to move, slid from the bed and into the floor close to Sehyoon for some protection as he wiped yogurt off his face as he tried to catch his breath. “You think?”
The moment the words left his mouth he could feel the glare from his older roommates, making him sigh. “And I might owe you an apology too. I shouldn’t have taken the yogurt, even if there was more. I didn’t know there was any left, and I took it. I’m sorry, Hyung. I’ll buy the yogurt next time.”
Having been characteristically quiet, a smirk on his face, Sehyoon watched Chan pout and try to clean his bedding, before finally sighing. “It’s settled, now you two help Chan clean up this mess and apologize to him.”
Grumbling Byeongkwan and Jun nodded their apologies, before getting to work as the two oldest shook their heads and walked out of the room.
“Why did you put the yogurt out of sight?”
Donghun glanced over to Sehyoon at his words, before turning back into his room, a smirk on his lips as he tried not to laugh. He found himself unable to contain a shrug and a shake of his head as he turned the knob walking in backwards. “Just to see what would happen.”
Sehyoon signed and shook his own head with a laugh, thinking how boring his life was before he met his roommates.
Just the setup of a small idea I had for Donghun! A little too long to reasonably put into one fic! So maybe there will be two or three parts? Idk, I made it up as I go gfldhgfduh.
Summary: After college you and your friend group all went your separate ways, chasing your dreams and ambitions, living your lives. You, however, chose to open a bakery in your hometown. The days blended together and life seemed to race by undisturbed, unchanged, until today. Today, you got an unexpected call from your best friend Kay, and a shocking visit from the past.
The crisp Autumn air filled you lungs as you sucked in a deep breath, chilling you from the inside out. Even under three layers of clothing, it still felt like you were walking around in only a T-shirt and shorts.
“It feels more like Winter than it does Fall.” you grumbled to no one in particular as you walked down the sidewalk.
The path was littered with red, orange and yellow leaves, fallen from the tall trees above you. This was always your favorite time of year because of this alone. There were many reasons to love the season, but the scenery was always the only thing that really left you at a loss for words.
The sound of your phone ringing pulled you from your inner monologue about the beauty and sadness that came with the colors of the dying leaves and you you pulled it out of your back pocket, checking the front screen.
You quickly answered your phone, unable to hide the joy in your voice. “Kay! Hey!”
“Hey y/n! It’s been a while! Hey, uh, where are you?”
You raised a brow, letting out a short laugh. Kay had been your best friend since the two of you were in third grade, and you knew here well enough to know the tone of voice she used when she was up to something.
“Where am I? We haven’t spoken in like, a month! What’s this about?”
“Hey, I know we’ve both been busy, but-” her voice got quiet as if she turned away from the phone, followed by the sound of her hushing someone. “-but we have both been swamped with our jobs and responsibilities. We haven’t been able to hang out properly in over a year! I just want to see you!”
Although the second part of her remark made your heart warm, your curiosity was peaked by the previous shushing of whoever was in the room with her.
“Who was that?”
“Huh?”
“Who did you shush? I heard you tell someone to be quiet.”
“Oh, that was... my sister! She came into my room to ask for me to make her lunch.”
“Really? Isn’t it a school day? It’s only twelve!”
A few seconds of silence followed before she gave an answer, “Yeah, no, she’s got a cold and didn’t go to school today. Since I have the day off, I decided to stay home and take care of her.” quickly brushing that topic aside, she continued. “Mom is home now though, so I want to come meet up with you! So where are you?”
Yeah, she’s definitely up to something. But what? You decided to let it go... for now.
“Well I’m walking to the little Café we always visit! I thought it would be a really good day for a walk.”
On the other line, you heard the start of what sounded like a whine, before it was quickly hushed by Kay once more.
“You’re walking outside in this weather?? Y/n, it’s freezing outside!”
“Yeah I think I underestimated how cold it would be... but don’t worry, it’s not too far away! I’ll be at the Café in no time.”
“Alright well I am going to meet you there, okay? I want to see you again!”
A fond smile spread across your lips, excited at the thought that you’d finally get to see Kay in person after so long. “Alright! I’ll see you there! I love you!”
“I love you too,” Kay’s voice had a mischievous hint to it, but before you could question her, she quickly shouted a “see you soon!” and hung up.
What a weirdo.
Having at least a mile to go before you made it to the Café, you decided to waste the time by thinking of the good ol’ days with your old best friends. You hadn’t seen any of them in at least a year or two, Kay being the most recent. Ever since you all graduated college and got jobs, your lives all went in separate directions. The only one who stuck around in your hometown with you happened to be Kay, and even then, she had no time for you with her busy job as a Nurse at the local hospital. She worked all hours, neither of you ever knew when she’d be on call.
The other friends that had moved away to other cities, even countries, consisted of Annie, Yijin, Lia and...
Donghun.
Your heart dropped.
Donghun had joined the friend group last, the two of you meeting in Freshman year. It had been three years since you’d seen him in person, and one year since you’d heard from him at all. You knew his job was important, but you had no idea what it was or why he couldn’t tell you. At some point, you’d stopped trying to contact him after he just stopped replying.
He had been the closest to you, and when he left, you had only just begun understanding what he really meant to you, before it all disappeared at the hands of his new mystery job.
With a pain in your chest, you brushed the thoughts of him away, choosing instead to focus on what Kay could possibly want at the last minute.
Sure, she said she missed you and wanted to hang out, but that wasn’t like her at all! Kay was usually a very meticulous and well-planned person. She always scheduled things ahead of time, and spur of the moment plans made her nervous. Then again, it has been a year since you’ve seen her in person. Maybe she’s finally loosened up a bit!
A soft chuckle escaped your lips and you looked down at your feet as you walked. The colorful leaves crunched pleasantly under your feet and lessened the heaviness in your heart. As your mind cleared, you finally noticed just how cold your hands were. You may have had enough foresight to put on three layers of clothes, but for some incredulous reason, the fact that you definitely needed gloves slipped your mind. Your hands were freezing and you could barely move your fingers!
Just as you were worrying about your own fingers, someone elses’ appeared from behind you and covered your eyes, but the person they belonged to said nothing. Normally, when people appear behind you and cover your eyes, they say something like “Guess who!” so that you could at least get an idea from their voice. And if they didn’t do that, they were probably a serial killer.
For a moment, you thought maybe it was Kay, but her fingers were short and soft, these ones were longer and a bit slender. Despite the coldness in the air though, they were warm, a relieving reprieve from the icy blasts to the face that you’ve endured so far.
“Okay, don’t tell me, uhhh...” You picked your brain, trying to think of a single person you knew with long slender fingers. “Uhm... Jay??”
Jay was your coworker and friend at the bakery you worked at. Lately he had been getting a little bold, trying to get closer to you. This seemed like something he would do, though you still thought he’d at least have said something as he covered your eyes.
After a moment of silence, a very familiar voice spoke right next to your ear, soft, calming, a hint of a smile in the tone.
“Who’s Jay? Do I have competition?”
You froze in place, heart skipping a beat. You knew that voice. Even if you hadn’t heard it in years, you knew that voice anywhere.
Spinning around so quickly that you almost fell over, you saw him, standing in front of you with the softest smile on his lips, as if no time at all had passed. As if he’d just seen you yesterday. Yet in his eyes you could see a glimpse of sadness.
Fandom: A.C.E || Genre: Smut, NSFW, Idolverse || Relationship: Wow x Jun || Language: English || WC: 1,135 words || Warnings: Oral sex male receiving, semi-public sex || Author’s Note: This was entirely prompted by the recent photo shoot and written very spontaneously. || AO3 link
The shooting was going well. Maybe a little too well as they posed in front of the red screen with their stylized version of traditional clothes. Sehyoon thought they all looked great, maybe a little too much, but the one who had definitely robbed his attention was Junhee. The blue hair looked too good on him, and his expressions while taking the pictures were just too much.
It’s not like Sehyoon himself hadn’t managed to steal a good amount of gasps from the other people there. The lip rings were a sure way to attract attention, and he knew Choice would like it. He also knew that Junhee liked them too, if the way he kept glancing back at Sehyoon was anything to go by. Sehyoon had already finished with his individual shooting, so he was just waiting for Junhee to be done so he could snatch him away for a few minutes.
Truth be told, he could just about imagine what Junhee was thinking about when he looked back and stared at his lips. Sehyoon wanted to turn his imagination into reality. Junhee was a good leader to them, and as his hyung, Sehyoon should reward him for being so good to them.
Sehyoon waited impatiently, arms crossed as he tried to keep himself from just snatching Junhee away. Donghun tapped his back and gave him a knowing smile. Sehyoon should have felt at least a little embarrassed from being discovered so easily, but he was on edge and not doing much to hide it. At least Donghun was understanding.
As soon as Junhee was finished, he called him over. Junhee’s face flushed red the closer he got, and he was still staring at Sehyoon’s fake lip rings. He almost wished they were real if it meant Junhee would continue looking at him with such hunger. Sehyoon grabbed his hand without saying much and pulled him along, stopping long enough just to hear Donghun’s advice.
“Don’t be too rough on him, we still have more shoots left,” the oldest warned them with a cheeky smile, to which Sehyoon replied with a nod.
He pulled Junhee all the way to the changing groups. No one would be changing yet since they still needed to shoot the group photos after Byeongkwan and Chan, so they had a little bit of time. Sehyoon cornered him against a table and kissed him deeply, ripping a startled little moan out of Junhee’s lips.
Junhee trapped one of the lip rings between his lips, sucking softly on it before Sehyoon kissed him once again, overpowering him. Junhee closed his eyes and forced his hands to stay put where they were, not wanting to ruin Sehyoon’s costume and face the wrath of the stylists. The way the lip rings pressed against his lips felt good, but he wanted to feel them elsewhere.
Sehyoon pecked him softly one last time before kneeling down. Junhee opened his eyes and looked down, a shiver running down his spine as he met Sehyoon’s red eyes. He knew they were contact lenses, but lord did they look exceptionally good on him.
“Your lips…” Junhee murmured, noticing that the makeup had smeared a little.
“Did it smear too much?” Sehyoon continued to stare at him as he carefully pulled the clothes apart, trying not to mess them up too much as he uncovered his dick.
“A bit…” Junhee nodded, hands clasping tightly to the end of the table as he bit his own lip.
“Gotta be careful with the lip rings, or they’re gonna come off.” Sehyoon whispered as he grabbed the half-hard length and pumped it into a full erection. “You’ll be a good boy right? Stay still and let me give you a reward for being such a good leader.”
Junhee nodded, still biting unto his lower lip as he fought to keep himself in check. Sehyoon wasted no time as he wrapped his lips around Junhee’s head and slowly went down on his length, putting it all inside his mouth. Junhee wasn’t particularly girthy but he was long, and Sehyoon was careful to swallow him whole without choking, before he began bobbing his head.
At first the movements were slow, stealing soft moans and sighs from Junhee’s lips and letting him feel the way the lip rings rubbed against his dick. It felt so good. And then Sehyoon began to move faster, deep throating him and sucking on him hard. Junhee used his hand to cover his mouth as he tried to keep his moans down, but it was hard when even the sight made him want to moan.
Sehyoon’s costume was falling over his shoulders, revealing more skin than was necessary, and his red eyes looked at Junhee with hunger as he devoured him. Junhee’s hips stuttered, but a soft grunt from Sehyoon reminded him that he needed to be good and stay still. He was rewarded for his behavior as Sehyoon hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder on Junhee’s length.
“Wait- I’m-” Junhee gasped, letting out a strangled moan.
The oldest didn’t let go, closing his eyes and focusing all of his attention on Junhee. He tightened his lips and pressed his tongue against his length, putting one hand on the table to support himself. Sehyoon bobbed his head faster, trying to get as much of Junhee’s dick in his mouth before the youngest was coming down his throat with a stifled moan. Sehyoon swallowed until the last drop of his cum, sucking him clean before tucking him in with a sly smile and standing up.
“Are you okay?” Sehyoon asked. His throat was a little spent so his voice sounded hoarse, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah…” Junhee nodded, still a bit lightheaded. His face was completely flushed red, but he looked quite decent otherwise.
Sehyoon put on his clothes properly again before checking his face in the mirror. His lips were red and his lipstick was smeared, his hair was also a bit messy, but the lip rings had stayed on properly. He smirked, looking back at Junhee. Seeing his current state, he panicked a little, fussing around his hair and tried to make it look a little less like they had been fucking around.
“God, the stylists will murder us…” Junhee muttered, voice full with worry.
“Don’t worry, let’s go back, before they start looking for us.” Sehyoon shrugged, grabbing Junhee’s hand.
“Wait, hyung-” Junhee stopped him. “What about you?” Junhee muttered, trying to keep his embarrassment down, but still worried about the other. Sehyoon smiled and leaned close enough to whisper in his ear.
“Why don’t you take care of me at home, hm?” Sehyoon suggested, before pulling him out of the dressing room.
The scolding they received from the stylists after that was certainly worth it.
fluffy #20 with donghun from your newly recruited ace trash 😿
“I see you staring.”, Junhee beside you whispers, making you jump and almost spill your coffee over your shirt. You glare at your favorite co-worker, quickly placing the mug back on your desk to avoid further accidents.
“Staring at what?”, you ask innocently, crossing both arms over your chest. Junhee wiggles both eyebrows. “At Donghun aka the newest member of our financial team! I know you like him.”, he answers, a smug expression on his face, “So why don’t you ask him out?”
“What?! I don’t like him!”, you hiss back, “And keep your voice down, for Christ’s sake.”
Junhee smirks. “Oh, he absolutely is your type, I know you. Sad puppy eyes? Check. Savage humor? Check. Highly intelligent? Check. Nice voice? Check. If you don’t ask for his number, I will do it for you.”
You grind your teeth and shoot him another glare. “Fine. He maybe is… A guy I could kinda be into.”
Junhee nods, pleased with your answer. “Good. Go, ask him out - I know he likes you too.” He winks at you before turning around and leaving you alone in your cubicle. When you carefully look at Donghun again, you see him gazing back at you. Before you can avert your eyes, he shoots you a small smile.
Sometimes you truly hate Junhee. But maybe, this time… he’s onto something.
You’d always been so fascinated with soulmates and their various connections with each other. You’d always found the traditional tattoo to be your favorite.
Park Junhee
That was what was tattooed right over your heart. You used to flaunt your tattoo to your friends, but then they started to pick on you about it.
“Y/N, stop.” One of them groaned. “We know you’re so enamored with your soulmate but please shut up about it.”
“We get that your soulmate is gonna be your everything, but we don’t want to hear about how you’re so ready to meet him. Plus you have such a traditional connection, why would anyone want to flaunt that.”
And since then you kept quiet about your connection. You got more tattoos, but you always kept your chest free of your own tattoos. You only wanted his name to be there.
“Y/N let’s go!” You heard your roommate yell. “We’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now!” You rushed downstairs, putting on your shoes in a hurry. When you got to work, you rushed to the back to put your stuff down. It was the first day you weren’t a trainee at the tattoo shop you’d been an apprentice at for almost 2 years. You’d done a couple of tattoos on your coworkers and yourself, but you really liked doing the piercings.
Now ready, you looked at your schedule. You only had a couple scheduled, but you always welcomed walk-ins. You had a little while before your first appointment showed up, so you helped the new receptionist with some paperwork and getting things set up in other artists stations. You heard someone yelling for you.
“Yeah?”
“You’re first appointment is here!” You rushed to the front.
“Hello, I’m Y/N.” You smiled. “Which one of you are getting a piercing done?” The sad eyed one raised his hand. “Great. If you could fill this out and tell me what piercing you want I can go head and set up.” He nodded, taking the form and said he wanted his eyebrow done.
“So why an eyebrow piercing?” You asked him.
“I just think it looks cool.” He smiled. “Junhee said that it’d look good too.” You nodded, marking where his eyebrow piercing would go. You didn’t really catch the name Donghun said at first, but when you did, you looked at the boy beside him. He’d been quiet ever since he entered the shop.
“Are you nervous for him?” You asked him. This made the boy laugh.
“Not really. Donghun has always been fearless.” You laughed with him. “I’ve always been the more scared one.” You nodded.
“Well, it really depends on your pain tolerance.” You said absentmindedly. “Usually if your tolerance is high you like to get tattoos and piercings.” You smiled nicely at the two boys. “You ready?”
“Definitely.” Donghun had this cheeky aura around him, like he liked to mess with his friends.
“Great, so I already marked where the piercing will go. Just check it to make sure it’s where you want it.” Donghun looked in the mirror you handed him.
“It’s perfect.”
“Excellent. So on the count of three, I’ll push the needle through. Try not to move because it can tear where the needle is.” You looked over at Junhee. “And make sure if it get’s too much for you to look away and focus on your breathing.” He nodded and adverted his eyes.
“One. Two. Three.” And with a push, the needle was through Donghun’s eyebrow. There was hardly any blood. “And now all I have to do is pull the jewelry through.” You screwed the ball on the end of his piercing. You gave him the rundown on basic care for the piercing, wiping some blood that was forming around the piercing. You looked over at Junhee as you took your gloves off.
“Are you okay?” You asked, he was a little pale.
“Yeah, yeah.” He waved his hands about. “Just a little shocking that anyone would willingly do that.” You laughed.
“It’s not that bad.” You clapped his shoulder, feeling a buzz run between you. You froze.
“I guess I’ll let you two talk.” Donghun laughed, almost ruining your moment.
“Well, I guess I finally met Park Junhee.” He laughed at that, grabbing your hand.
Just a cute soft fic for my cute soft boy. V short. Super fluffy
Yuchan x Reader
Words: 357
No warnings
Summary: Yuchan doesn’t quite understand the concept of “for everyone” when it comes to your cookies.
Actual cookies u heathens
“Chan, Chan, for my Channy Chan Chan, my Chan man, Yuchannie.” You hum loudly, noting how the man you’re singing to is ignoring you on the cream sofa. “Making food for my baby boy Chan with the big hands,” you carry on with your giggles once you hear a frustrated huff. “Because my baby must eat and-“
“I would like to request a new song.” Yuchan laments, face falling forward into the couch cushion. He says something about feeling bullied but you can’t hear him as you found another tune to boast about.
“A new song, a new song, because the baby didn’t like the old. A new song, a new song because he is my world. A new song for Chan, the best boy ever.” The green pillow nearly misses your head. That still doesn’t deter your cheerful self. “You said a new song? Did you not like it? I made it with love, like these dumplings.”
“If you’re mad at me,” he pushed up from the couch, faded plum hair tangling with his long lashes. “Just say it.”
“Mad? Mad? About this morning? And how you ate all my cookies? The ones I told you not to touch.”
Yuchan rounds you, placing his jaw along your clavicle. “I will remake them if you give me a recipe. I’m very sorry.” He pressed soft kisses up to your ear, whining into it when you push him back with your hips. You assumed you knocked the wind from him, but you also convinced yourself one container of cookies would be enough to sate the ever eating man. You weren’t mad truly, already prepared with dough for more. Lemon cookies were just his ‘thing’, his preferred drug so to speak. They were never destined to make it to the studio.
“Go sit, pout away from my food it’ll make it taste bad.” A quick peck and a slap to his ass, you shoo Yuchan back to the couch. “Just know, I require you to make dinner all next week for your transgressions.”
Since I have 3 of the 5 A.C.E members done for the affection astrology, I think tonight I'm going to do the other 2 plus start Monsta X and make a masterlist. Thoughts?
