You have no idea how happy I am finding another btob bias writer. We are in drought of btob fics here 😭. Can I request changsub scenario when he’s trying to win his ex back but he’s been too busy with work like how he was with jeongwaja and solo albun. So he’s just trying but never really get anywhere, poor guy.
A/N: An absolute DROUGHT dude BtoB is criminally underrated PERIOD. ESPECIALLY CHANGSUBBBB MY BABYYYY 💞💞💞 I will do my best to feed you.
PAIRING: Changsub x Gn Reader
WARNINGS: angst, thoughts of suicide (ish. More like just feeling hopeless and wishing to not be alive. The usual), my shitty writing lol
My beautiful memory
Changsub made a mistake. The biggest mistake of his life.
For two years, you watched your relationship lose the spark it once had. You knew it wouldn’t be easy dating an idol, but Changsub had managed it so well before that you weren’t even worried.
He’s juggled you and his projects just fine. But it seemed that this time, he couldn’t. On his long trips that ranged from weeks to months, his calls and text messages fell flat. He was clearly distracted, clearly stressed, and there was nothing you could do.
You were often left alone in his house, the one you both shared, and slept alone in his bed longing for his warm embrace. Even when he’d come back for a visit, it wasn’t the same.
The distance grew. More missed calls, more delayed messages, more empty promises and less attention. You were lonely. You knew he loved you, he’s loved you for years. But it felt like you were no longer enough.
And so the day he came home to see his house empty— your toothbrush gone, your clothes, every little personal touch you added to his space gone— he shattered.
It felt like his heart was beaten black and blue, like it was turned inside out and ripped right from his chest. He couldn’t even breathe.
He couldn’t make it to his bed, either. Sobbing for hours on end with that painful grip on his heart. The wooden floors did nothing to soothe his grief.
You were his. He was yours. But he was never there. He took everything for granted. The safety, the stability, the strength you provided by simply being alive.
That’s not the man he is. That’s not the man he wanted to be. But somehow, as he got too comfortable being busy, it’s the man he became.
When he finally crawled his broken body into bed that night, laid out on the sheets woven in your scent, he cried every tear out of his head. Until his eyelids scratched his irises like sandpaper. Until his mistakes haunted the back of them as he slept. Until he prayed he wouldn’t wake up.
But instead, he awoke in the consequences of his actions.
You didn’t even leave a note.
He spent his days alone. Locked inside, not eating right, texting and calling and even asking your friends.
Not one reply.
He realized that this is what you felt for two years. You were alone in the same bed he now felt empty in.
A week went by. He wasn’t getting better. And his texts and calls slowly stopped. You thought he finally gave up, even let you go. After just a week, and he’s moved on?
Oh, how you were wrong.
He was searching for you. He didn’t care if he looked crazy, showing up at your parent’s doorstep and begging them to tell him where you were.
Multiple doors were shut in his face. None of your friends and family even let him speak.
It was late. The sun went down hours ago. He sat in his car alone, listening to the crickets chirp. The ringing in his ears making him ache.
He was about to call it another long, painful night. Cry himself to sleep again. But he decided to go back to your parent’s house. He didn’t expect you to be there… he just hoped he could convince them to finally tell him where you were.
As he rang the doorbell, staring down at his feet, he heard that voice. That sweet, familiar voice.
“Mom, it’s he—!“ the door was opened. And there you were.
You locked eyes, and time froze.
“Baby—“ his voice shook as he took a step forward, all of his pain resurfacing at the sight of you.
You shook your head, the breath punched out of your lungs, “No… Changsub, no…”
You attempt to close the door, fighting back your tears. But he stops it with a desperate hand, “Please… please, just talk to me. Let me fix this.”
“No!” You shouted, and you watched something in him break. You take a deep breath, a sob fighting its way out, and you wanted so bad to just fall back into his arms… but you couldn’t. Your tears were searing through your skin, “I can’t… I can’t do this! You missed every chance to make it right.”
His frame shrunk. With each exhale, he got smaller and smaller. Until he disappeared into the concrete below him as you spoke your last words.
I know this blog is mostly NCT related but man, I'm itching to write BTOB stuff again. It's been awhile since I wrote anything BTOB related and I've always enjoyed writing about them. I mostly miss writing about Minhyuk and Hyunsik lol
sillage (french, n.) - the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone
Note: mom roasted me for being emotional over Sungjae’s enlistment like she doesn’t understand true love 🙄😂
Because it would only worry Peniel to learn that you haven't fully adjusted to Sungjae's enlistment, you always offer your best smile when meeting him for lunch. You don't mention the reluctance with which you finally changed the bedsheets or how relieved you were when Sungjae's scent somehow lingered on the pale yellow sheets retrieved from that closet in the hallway. You don't mention that your unseasonably warm green hoodie came from Sungjae's side fo the closet. You aren't even the first to say Sungjae's name.
"I think I'm technically not supposed to tell you this," Peniel speaks through a mouthful of pizza, "but obviously I'm gonna. By now, Sungjae should know that anything he tells me will make its way to you. So, really, in a way, it's his own fault that his surprise is being spoiled."
Probably turning green with envy, you ask, "When did you talk to him? I haven't heard from him in a little while."
Obviously, you aren't angry. Aside from understanding that Sungjae is as busy as ever, it isn't as if you have locked yourself in your apartment to sit by the phone from sunrise to sunset. You are old and wise enough to know that life goes on even when you are separated from somebody you love. Still, your eyes narrow instinctively at Peniel.
"Maybe two, three days ago? I can't remember." Peniel shrugs. "Sungjae probably knows that if he talks to you, he'll slip up and admit that he's coming home this weekend. He can't keep a secret, not even his own, to save his life."
Your heart swells as you parrot, "He's coming home."
Just as Peniel predicted, Sungjae appears on your doorstep early Saturday wearing the smile you haven't put out of your mind since seeing it for the first time.
"You're wearing my shirt!" He cheers, pointing at the depiction of Mickey Mouse on your chest, in the moments before you throw your arms around him. As you rise onto the tips of your toes to peck at his cheek and bury your face in the crook of his neck, savoring— memorizing— the comfort of being tangled in his embrace, Sungjae giggles. "Does that mean you missed me too?"
"Of course!" You tell him. "I've missed you in every moment of every day, but— it's funny— I also found you everywhere I looked."
Practically carrying you into the living room where he landed with you on the couch, Sungjae pouts, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Your traces—" you try to explain as he traces around your lips with his thumb— "they're everywhere. And not just in the apartment. They're all over the place: in the sky, especially in the clouds, in the flowers. And I'm starting to think that the only explanation is that I carry you everywhere with me."
Sungjae blinks and drops a kiss on the tip of your nose. "It's like I always tell you! Where you go, I go!"
genre: fluff
pairing: im hyunsik x reader
I had to do it for the mellos
“how was your day, baby?” he asked.
you knew by his tone he was doing something else, probably working on some new song since it was late and he left work a couple hours ago, but it made you feel important that he wouldn’t let a day pass without hearing your voice, even when he was busy.
you put on your headband to start your skin routine as you turn on the speaker mode and told him everything you did. there was not a thing to hide from him, or a thing he would think as non-important. he always listened carefully, and reacted to everything you had to say. he laughed when you told him how you forgot your glasses and had to come back home for them, which caused you to be late to work.
“you should be more careful”
“thank you, sik, I’ll keep it in mind”
you laid on your bed as you listened to hyunsik telling you about his day and then scold him when he talked about that annoying co-worker he had to deal with.
“you’re too nice, hyunsik, he is using you to pay for his meals. is not a casualty he always forgets to bring his wallet with him”, you could hear him laughing on the other side of the line, “seriously, stop being so nice. if you do this tomorrow, I swear to god I’m flying to seoul to kick his ass”
“should I do it, then?” he said jokingly.
“I’d like to see you try”
there was a long pause because he got caught up in some beats, you just waited for him while listening to his work, it was so relaxing you almost fell asleep.
“I saw a dog café yesterday and thought of you. when you come back we should go”
“we should” you were dragging out words and your eyes felt heavy, but you were fighting against yourself as if it was your last chance to talk to him ever again.
“are you falling asleep?”, he giggled.
“I think I am, but keep talking to me. what else do you want to do together?” he could hear your suppressed yawn and thought of how cute you’d be looking in that moment.
“I’ll take you to the café as I said. also we can go to my parents’ if you want too, they miss you too. and there’s this new museum a few blocks from my office and it seems interesting and it’s good for taking pictures, everything’s aesthetic. what do you think?”
“sounds great, love”
he laughed to himself as he was sure you did not hear a thing he said.
Genre: drama, romance
Rating: PG-13
Group: Monsta X
Summary & Disclaimer here
May 11
So I’ve begun again. But this time, I seem to be surrounded by supportive people.
It had been a month since the night Sooyeon turned in her resignation letter and quit her job at Starship. She often met Shownu on the days he had off and on other days, she met Joonha and Jeanie if she wasn’t interviewing for new jobs. At times, she’d trail Jeanie on her stylist jobs, which led her to meet the Monsta X members more often, as well as BTOB when their promotion period overlapped.
After a few times, Hyunsik had asked, “이렇게 자주 올거면 그냥 또 하면 안돼?” (Translation: “If you’re going to come this often, why don’t you just try again?”)
Raising an eyebrow, Sooyeon looked at him with confusion. On the other hand, Joonha and Jeanie shared a wide smile. Joonha drew out an obviously fake sigh while Jeanie replied, “그게요… 언니가 계속 거절해요 ㅠㅠ” (Translation: “Well… she keeps rejecting us!”)
“아니! 생각해봐, 내가 왜 나를 자르려고 한 회사에 다시 들어가야 돼?” (Translation: “I mean! Think about it, why should I go back to a company that tried to fire me?”) Sooyeon threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. She looked at Hyunsik hoping to see understandment, but frowned when she saw a hint of laughter.
Joonha sighed for real this time, and shook his head. “우리말을 계속 못 들은거니 아니면 까먹은거니? 몇번을 얘기하게 만드는거야… 우린. 프리랜서 라고. 회사랑 계약해서 몬스타엑스분들이랑 소유님이랑 같이 일 하는데, 우리는 스타쉽사람들이 아니야!!” (Translation: “Did you just never listen to us or did you forget? How many times will you make me say this… We. Are freelancers. We work with Monsta X and Soyou through a contract with the company, but we’re not Starship employees!!”)
Sooyeon simply pouted with a small frown, because she wasn’t taking that BS again. She had only seen them working on Monsta X and never other artists outside of Starship. Could a contract be so binding that they could only work on Starship artists?
“아, 형, 한 2년전에 우리 한번 해줬지?” (Translation: “Ah, Joonha[-hyung], you worked for us a couple of years ago, right?”) Hyunsik asked.
Glancing back at Hyunsik, Sooyeon started to say, “오빠… 뻥은--” (Translation: “Hyunsik[-oppa]... your jokes--”)
“옛다!” (Translation: “Here!”)
A phone was shoved into her face, and there she saw a group photo with Joonha’s stylist team and BTOB. And in the corner, she saw her own figure in the photo, laughing at the group.
“뭐야… 이게?” (Translation: “What… is this?”) Sooyeon grabbed the phone and zoomed in.
Jeanie pouted, “그땐 나 없었는데…” (Translation: “I wasn’t there back then…”) But she immediately brightened up and turned to Sooyeon. “그러니까, 언니, 알겠죠? 저희랑 같이 일 하기 싫어요? 그동안 같이 다녔는데 재미없었어요?” (Translation: “So, Sooyeon[-unnie], you get it, right? Do you hate the idea of working together with us? Did you not have fun when we worked together?”)
She wore a cheeky smile and her eyes twinkled, putting pressure on Sooyeon. Hyunsik and Joonha laughed, and Hyunsik tapped Sooyeon’s shoulder.
“전에… 힘들었던거 알아. 근데 그땐 친한사람도 없었고 도와줄사람도 없었잖아. 지금은 다르지 않아?” (Translation: “I know… it was hard on you before. But at that time, you weren’t close with anyone and you didn’t have anyone to help you. Isn’t it different now?”)
Sooyeon shot a look at Joonha and Jeanie, then stared at Hyunsik. As much as she wanted to deny it, it was true. She had naturally gotten close with Joonha and Jeanie, even though she tried to build a wall, and in the last month, they looked after her like she was already part of their team. Not to mention, they weren’t the only ones who were asking her to restart her stylist career again. Shownu had asked a couple of times after that night at the restaurant, but when she avoided answering him, he dropped the subject.
Hyunsik continued, “지금은 나도 있고, 희연이도 있고, 현우, 준하형, 지니까지 있잖아.” (Translation: “Now you have me, Heeyeon, and even Hyunwoo, Joonha[-hyung], and Jeanie.”) She flinched slightly, hearing Shownu’s name, but stayed quiet. “그냥 처음엔 가끔씩만 일 하고, 괜찮을것 같으면 더 해. 괜찮지, 형?” (Translation: “Just work sometimes in the beginning, and when you feel okay, you can work more. Is that okay, Joonha[-hyung]?”)
Joonha nodded and smiled brightly at Sooyeon. Joonha and Jeanie looked at Sooyeon with hopeful eyes, and with Hyunsik backing them up like that, she couldn’t really say no.
She ended up agreeing to join Joonha’s stylist team, but just part time. He told her she could try things out, and if she really wasn’t comfortable or enjoying the job, she could quit at any time except during a job.
It had been a week since she started working with Joonha’s team, but within three days, they asked her to increase her hours. But with no strings attached, she didn’t really mind. After all…
“어? 오늘 오는 날이었어요?” (Translation: “Huh? Were you coming in today?”)
Sooyeon’s eyelids fluttered open, as the gentle voice woke her up from her short nap. Her eyes focused on Shownu’s soft face peering down at her.
Her lips automatically curled up into a small smile, and she replied, “그렇게 됐어요… 싫은건 아니죠?? ㅋㅋ” (Translation: “It just happened like that… you don’t hate it, right?? keke”)
Her playful question brought out a chuckle from Shownu, and she noticed the other members looking at her curiously. Again. It wasn’t the first time the other members stood at the door frame or in the back staring at Shownu and Sooyeon casually talking. She knew while Shownu and she agreed to become friends, they still talked politely to each other so as to not bring misunderstanding. She also realized he started the conversation more, possibly to show the other members that she wasn’t going to bite or be cold anymore.
But it seemed like it was still too early for the others, since they all scattered to their normal positions without approaching her once again. Shownu glanced at her apologetically, while Sooyeon whispered, “괜찮아요. 지금은 이게 더 편해요.” (Translation: “It’s okay. For now, this is better.”) At least she had six less people to worry about.
As she began his routine, she noticed the dark circles hanging below his eyes. With her fingers feathering over his rough skin, she quietly asked, “요즘에 많이 피곤해요? 안색이 또 안 좋네요...” (Translation: “Are you really tired these days? Your complexion isn’t too good again…”)
The last time she noticed a change in his complexion, she found out he was stressed about being a strong and fair leader -- that he was trying to hold down the fort and listen to everyone’s opinions about their new album. He was surprised that she could tell, since his members didn’t realize and they spend most of their time together.
Shownu peeked through one eye as she patted a light layer of moisturizer before asking, “어떻게 매번…? 요즘에 스케줄이 많아져서 좀 피곤해요.” (Translation: “How do you know every time…? I’m a bit tired because our schedule is packed these days.”)
“흠… 눈치보는게 익숙해서 그렇죠…” (Translation: “Hm… I’m used to being wary of people’s moods and reading atmospheres, I guess…”) Sooyeon mumbled.
His eyes jolted open and he stared at her worriedly. She stared back confused for a few seconds before realizing the words she spoke without thinking affected him. Waving her hands in front of him, she laughed, “아 -- 농담이에요. 지금은 안 그래요! 진짜… 아무튼 피곤하면 이거 드실래요?” (Translation: “Ah -- it was a joke. I don’t do that anymore! Really… anyway, if you’re tired, would you like to eat this?”)
She handed him a small piece of candy. Shownu smiled at the wrapper, showing chamomile flowers and honey. It became a habit of hers to give him this candy ever since he said it calmed him down the first time. He wasn’t particularly fond of hard candy, but since it effectively relaxed him, he always seemed to look forward to receiving it.
“저번에 얘기했던 친구는 어떻게 됐어요?” (Translation: “What happened to that friend that you talked about last time?”) he murmured.
Startled by the sudden question, Sooyeon paused with her brush hanging mid-air. It took her a few moments, but she finally realized he was asking if there was a continuation to her rant from a couple of days ago.
While Joonha and Jeanie were busy trying to convince Sooyeon to join their makeup and stylist team, Shownu and Sooyeon inched closer and closer through late night phone calls and getting drinks at the same restaurant from before. In the beginning, it was just talking about surface things like ranting about how difficult it was to find a job or excitedly talking about new projects. From then on, conversations flowed naturally to share bits and pieces of personal things, such as their likes and dislikes, or stories of their family and friends.
“에휴… 아직도 말이 안 통해요. 맨날 늦는데… 어떻게 할 수가 없어요.” (Translation: “Ugh… it’s still impossible to get through her. She’s always late… but there’s nothing I can do.”) Sooyeon sighed, as she brushed on a deep shade of caramel on his eyelids. She noticed his lips twitch before he let out a small chuckle, and she continued to talk about her friend to him.
And that’s how work had been for her.
It wasn’t all bad, with people like Joonha and Jeanie on the same team. Mainly working on Shownu, she could easily talk about her problems, whether they were small or large. It was good that they became close within a month, but Sooyeon always got caught by her own fence. She enjoyed the new company. It felt fresh to get to know him, but she wasn’t familiar with how fast she was getting close with Shownu.
It wasn’t like she felt apprehensive when he approached her, but she was worried. It’s not like anything is wrong if they were just chatting away and talking about their struggles… but when she started to comfort him during the times he felt anxious or tired, or when he listened to her, Shownu started to pull her close. The first time it happened, she couldn’t say or do anything, since he seemed lost and desperate. The second time it happened, she still couldn’t say anything. At the time, she just felt so safe in his arms.
Before then, it used to be just sitting closely and arms may be touching, but something as intimate as a warm hug threw Sooyeon off.
Despite worries she might have of him being an unattainable celebrity or being wary of the agency in general, she continued to let him hold her closely. Sometimes he would lean his head against her shoulder or he would stroke her hair softly. Before she knew it, they had become each other’s shelters.
May 14
Well… I might have fucked up.
*Silence*
That’s all that filled the space between them.
Sooyeon blurted it out before she could really think about the consequences, and Shownu seemed shocked by her response.
It was just a few minutes ago, when she chuckled at his lame joke while snapping his earrings in place. She noticed very quickly that his eyes followed her differently, like he had been staring at her very often recently. She wanted to squirm out of sight, hoping to avoid misunderstandings and assumptions, but she could only smile awkwardly at his star-struck gaze.
He wore a goofy smile on his face, like a little boy staring at a train ride in an amusement park, and he didn’t seem to know what his expression looked like.
“저기… 그렇게 쳐다보지마세요.” (Translation: “Hey… don’t look at me like that.”) Sooyeon blurted out, only managing to cough out the words.
As her eyes met his, she could tell he had no idea what she was talking about. He blinked a couple of times. Then he asked, “제가 어떻게 보고있는데요…?” (Translation: “How am I looking at you…?”)
“좋아하는 것… 처럼… 이요.” (Translation: “Like… you like me…”)
“...”
Instantly, Sooyeon could tell she screwed up. His face clearly wore the deer-in-the-headlights expression, and his body was rigid -- he completely froze at her blunt response. She wanted to punch herself for even assuming that would be funny as a joke.
Despite having said it so openly and somewhat confidently, she nervously waited for Shownu’s response. It would have been fine if he brushed it off and joked about it. Actually it would have made her relieved that he didn’t take her seriously. And yet… his frozen figure worried her. Damn… did I just break the bro code or what.
“10분 남았어, 빨리 끝내!” (Translation: “There’s 10 minutes left, finish up quickly!”)
His shoulder jerked at the sound of Joonha’s voice, which caused Sooyeon to flinch as well. When she looked down at Shownu, his face showed no emotion -- as if he was that classic robot everyone used to call him by. He almost looked like a peaceful statue, if it weren’t for his red ears and the color lightly feathering across naturally over his cheeks. Although his face seemed to show some kind of reaction, he didn’t use his words to affirm or reject her words.
As she scanned his face briefly to check for any need for touch ups, she could feel the air becoming more and more prickly. It was an awkward situation and she also wanted to flee the scene.
Patting his shoulder lightly, she mumbled, “어, 다 끝났어요.” (Translation: “Yep, you’re all done.”)
Quickly scurrying away, it was easy to escape with the other stylists wrapping up. She left him standing stiffly and staring at her figure disappearing into the mass of people.
It must be so fuckin hilarious that I asked that after I told him I don’t like attention…. While she didn’t think about it at the time, she later realized a part of her felt disappointed Shownu didn’t respond right away. Whether it was a blatant rejection or a joking manner, she couldn’t help but feel the awkwardness crept up too close to feeling bothered.
I know you aren’t taking requests right now... but can you do (later when your requests are open) y/n smut with Minhyuk (BTOB) full of passion and love because he’s leaving to military soon? And if you don’t do smut, just a fluffy scenario between them, as he might leave soon and all that mushy mushy love. It’s my first time requesting here hehe. I really liked your writings so I decided why not. Thank you very much 💗💗💗
Little did you know I was gearing up to take requests this weekend anyway. And even if I weren’t, I love him too much to pass up a story idea like this! Hope you enjoy! 💋
Genre: Fluff x Little More Than a Hint of Smut
Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader
“I really don’t know why you want me to do this,” you said for the ump-teenth time.
“Oh come on, it’ll be cute! Now hold the scissors up and stand by me so I can take a selfie to post!” Minhyuk said, wrapping his arm around your waist so he could pull you to him.
You playfully posed with the scissors while he took a couple of goofy shots.
“Annnd done!” he said after posting one.
Your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter and you picked it up, swiping it open to see the photo of the two of you with the caption “Not going to leave her a second before I have to, so she’s giving me my military cut! ✂️ 😂 💋 #shesdreadingthis #imlovingthis #staytuned”
That last hashtag made you smile because he always used it as a way to tell his fans there were more moments between the two of you to come.
You set your phone back down as you went to grab a spray water bottle and Minhyuk hooked his phone up to your bathroom speaker. Once he had the music squared away, he perched back on his stool that was set over an old sheet you’d grabbed from the closet.
“For the last time, are you sure you want me to do this?” you asked, hoping to get out of it.
“For the last time, YES! I mean its just a close buzz cut, and you said you used to watch your mom cut your dads hair like this all the time.”
“Well yeah, when I was 9!”
“Eh that’s close enough.” he said, smiling at you because he knew you were shocked he was basically begging you to do this.
You just rolled your eyes at him and rolled your sleeves up, moving toward him with the spray bottle so you could start cutting most of his hair off before buzzing it.
“Wait wait wait!” he said, throwing his hands out to stop you from spraying him.
“See, I knew you’d come to your senses.”
“No not that, babe.”
He reached behind his neck and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, yanking it up and over in one clean swoop and tossing it at your face. You grunted at the attack and, when you pulled it off your face to throw it right back at him, you noticed him sliding his shorts down his legs.
Swallowing thickly, your eyes locked onto his hands as they pushed the material down so he could step out of them.
“Um, Minhyuk? What. *ehhem* Just what exactly are you doing?” you squeaked out.
He kicked his shorts off into the corner before sitting himself back on the stool, elbows braced on his knees, wearing only his red boxers.
“I didn’t want to get hair all over my clothes. It’ll be easier to just step in the shower to wash off after this way,” he smirked, knowing he sounded perfectly logical so you couldn’t shy away from his strip tease.
“Right. Smart. Good idea. Yep. That’s my man. Always thinking,” you kept rambling on, watching him laugh.
“Come on, y/n. Chop chop!” he laughed out.
The pun brought you back to your senses. You stuck your tongue out at him before moving behind him and starting to spray and trim his hair.
Other than the acoustic music and Minhyuk’s hums every time you ran your hand through his hair, you worked in silence.
You knew how much he loved having his hair played with, so you took your time. It didn’t hurt that his hands were constantly on you either. Or that he kept spinning you in front of him for kisses that left you flustered and made youforget what you were supposed to be doing.
Once you’d trimmed his hair down pretty well, you grabbed a towel to dry the hair that was left so it would cut well with the razor. You made sure the guard was attached correctly before shooing Minhyuk’s hands from your waist so you could really concentrate. You weren’t doing it super short, just enough to count. (You loved his hair too much to shave it all off).
When you were done, you walked in front him to make sure the sides were even and to run your hands though his hair, shaking out any cut pieces. His short hair tickled the palms of your hands, bring a soft smile to your face.
He wrapped his arms around your waist again, this time pulling you between his legs and tracing along the outline of your spine, making you shiver.
“Thank you for helping me,” he said softly, his eyes on fire.
You let your hands fall from his temples to his cheeks, cupping them to raise his head towards you. At the same time, his hands ran softly down your back and over your backside, cupping it to pull you even closer.
“Thanks for trusting me,” you said, temporarily distracted by seeing his pulse begin to race along his neck.
You traced it from under his chin down to his collar bone, then flattening your palm against his chest and slowly let it fall lower and lower as you also lowered your face to his.
His lips softly met yours but turned hungry instantly. He pulled you to straddle one of his thighs as he rested you squarely against himself. One of his hands gripped the back of your neck to hold you to him while the other slowly slid up, catching the hem of your shirt and slipping under.
You gasped against his mouth when you felt his fingers electrify your skin as they danced across the small of your back. You leaned further into him, wrapping both of your arms around his neck and pressing into him.
The bathroom got more and more humid as your tongues fought and your breathing got more and more sporadic. You could feel something growing in the pit of your stomach and you just wanted to chase it, so you instinctively ground yourself against his thigh.
He instantly pulled back from you, pushing you off his lap so fast you almost hit the ground. But he caught you and immediately started pulling your shirt over your head, diving in towards your lips, your neck, your chest, any piece of skin he could find as he ripped it off of you.
You shucked your shorts as fast as you could and then grabbed his face squarely between your hands, pulling him back to you.
He fought to come up for breath, but must have decided your neck looked tasty because he dove back in, sucking right below your ear, hard, causing your knees to almost buckle when he had to catch you again.
“You know,” he panted in your ear, “I really think I need a shower after that haircut.”
“Oh thank goodness,” you said, putting your hands on his shoulders and shoving him back into your walk-in shower, slamming the glass door shut behind you.
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“Oh my god I definitely can’t leave now. I’m way too tired to move let alone go enlist,” Minhyuk said as he wrapped you even tighter against himself in bed.
You wiggled enough to make him lose his grip so you could turn around in his arms.
“So what I’m hearing is you don’t want a round three?” you smirked at him, tipping your hip into his suggestively and feeling him react.
“Woman,” he growled, bringing his forehead against yours. “If you keep this up I’m not going to be able to even walk into the base.”
“Maybe that’s my sordid plan,” you teased back.
Pulling one of your arms out of his hold, you ruffled his hair again.
“Hey cut that out already!” he laughed
“But it’s my masterpiece!” you said, continuing to mess with it as he tried to wrestle your arms away from his hair.
“You know,” he said, holding your arms over your head, “we never took an after picture for everyone.”
With that, he scrambled off the bed to grab his phone from the bathroom. Bouncing back into bed, he tossed you one of his shirts to cover up before tugging you close, squeezing his cheek against yours.
You couldn’t stop laughing as he tickled your side and kept stealing kisses, taking photos the whole time. When he started to tickle your neck though, the phone and the picture were long forgotten.
But that was okay. You could post the picture tomorrow.
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Group: BTOB
Pairing: Minhyuk/Eunkwang, Hyunsik/Ilhoon
Characters: Minhyuk, Eunkwang, Hyunsik, Sungjae, Ilhoon, Changsub, Peniel
Rating: Mature
Words: 12k
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: “How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.”
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