Drabble: Sehun, Fluff and Smut, Vampire, “Why are you like this?”
@prettywordsyouleft “ “why are you like this?” -- I want vampire Sehun fluff (or smut) with this prompt from your drabble game okay?! NEEDY BABY VAMPHUN TIME XD << you told me to request and I shall comply with helping you find your impending demise. Enjoyyyyy~~~ <3 -- your writing wife. ”
Genre: Fluff that leads into Smut (it’s only a bit)
Word Count: 954
Note: So, Chelle and I were having this conversation, and somehow vampire Sehun was brought up. Honestly, this was my demise because I think I’ve fallen for Sehun more and I wasn’t ready for that ;A; Like I had to stop myself at 954 words, or else this would have gone on for much longer. x.x
I would be okay with continuing the scene or just their story as a whole, in another fic or drabble if people would be interested. Just let me know? >///< For now though, this is all you get. I hope you all enjoy and as always, feel free to let me know what you think! ^^
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- ashley <3
Humans were strange creatures. At least, in Sehun's mind, they were. Their bodies had physical limitations, their minds much the same, and the only way it seemed that they could recuperate, was by sleeping. Yet as he stared at your form, nestled under the covers of his bed, your chest slowly rising and falling, your heartbeat lazy, but regular, he couldn't help but want to learn more. He wanted to know more of your kind.
Sehun had been raised by his clan, and as a member of one of the two most powerful families within it, he was brought up almost like a prince. He knew nothing of the world outside, only what he was taught. From time to time, the humans in the neighboring areas would send some of their own as an offering to the vampires. The humans that were brought in were there to work. If one of the clan took a liking to one, they could take them on as their own. Some were just there to be used as feed.
The moment that Sehun saw you, he felt something he had never quite felt before. He couldn't explain it, but he took a liking to you immediately. He took you in, to help him around his home. He had to think fast, in fear that someone else would also find you to their liking. You were unsurprisingly terrified at first, though you quickly grew accustomed to your new role. With just the two of you in his house, Sehun soon took to asking about you, about your people. Your answers were initially short but grew in length the more comfortable you got with each other. Conversations began to have more substance, and Sehun realized that he did have a connection to you.
He knew that his family would look down on him, for growing so attached to a human, when he should have been looking for a vampiric other, but he didn't care. And soon, you weren't just the girl that worked in his home. You shared his bed as well. You became his.
"Sehun, how many times do I have to tell you to not watch me as I sleep. It's creepy," you stated, eyes slowly opening to look at the male to your side. Your words seemed to knock him out of his thoughts as he gazed at you, eyes rapidly blinking in response. You took the opportunity to slowly sit up, holding the covers tight to your exposed form.
A pout formed on his lips at being called out like that. "Well, what else am I supposed to do while you're resting? It's not my fault you humans can't operate without sleep," he retorted, trying to defend himself.
That pout of his was extremely deadly for your heart. When you had first met Sehun, you thought that he was colder. His icy stare had made him unapproachable at first. But the more that you got to know him, the more his real personality revealed itself. He was far gentler than you could have anticipated, loving by nature. But also, a bit of a child at times. Being babied by everyone could do that to a person, and you were trying not to fall into that as well. It was hard.
"You have work to do, if I remember correctly," you pointed out, that pout on his lips growing more intense. "Why are you like this?"
"It's your fault that I'm like this. All I want to do is be by your side, and it's frustrating for me too, you know," he replied, making you giggle softly.
"Sounds like I've got you lovestruck and you don't even realize it," you teased. You expected him to pout, to continue acting like a kid like he usually did, but Sehun surprised you. Instead, he pulled the cover from your hands crawling between your legs, his hands planted squarely on either side of your hips. His face was close, and his stare flustered you. You knew he could hear your heart, and his ego must have gotten a boost with how fast it was beating now.
He leaned in teeth gently nibbling at your earlobe, hearing your breath hitch in your throat at his actions. "I realize it. But if I were to hazard a guess, I'm sure that I make you feel the same way, hm?" he questioned, lips and tongue trailing down from your ear to your neck, biting at the sensitive skin there. Sehun's lips lingered over the two puncture marks that he had left there the night before, gingerly kissing them.
"Even if you can't get enough of me, isn't it too soon to feed again?" you asked, whimpering lightly as his lips continued on their downward path, ghosting over your breasts, before taking a delicate bud between his lips.
You felt him smirk against your skin, his lust-filled eyes locking with your own. "My plan wasn't to feed. It was to make you feel good," he stated flatly. Sehun observed the way your own eyes grew dark as your hands reached up to cradle his face. You pulled him away from your chest, and he complied, watching the way you lightly bit your bottom lip. The sight sent a jolt through his body.
"Then make me feel good, Sehun," you told him, your voice low and breathy before crashing your lips to his, slipping your tongue past his mouth. Sehun took the opportunity to lay you back down on his bed, hands cradling your thigh; pulling you closer to him. Needless to say, the two of you would not be leaving that bed any time soon. And maybe... that was just how it should be...
Drabble: Baekhyun, Angst/Fluff, College, “who are you? who are they? who am I?”
anonny “ Hi! Can I have genre 1 & 2 sentence 94 au 2 with baekhyun pls ~~ ”
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 1657
Note: This idea kind of took a life of its own. I wanted to explore something a bit different for this drabble, and admittedly... it became a bit longer than my usual drabbles. I think it’s an interesting idea of getting to know someone again, so I hope that you’ll give it a read! As always, feel free to let me know what you think ^^
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- ashley <3
Life often wasn't fair, and Baekhyun was aware of that. He knew that it could be hard, whether by choice or by uncontrollable circumstances. Yet, even though he knew this in his heart, he never thought life would affect you in such a way.
You had been dating for about a year now, after meeting in your intro drama course two years ago. Things had been going well... until one morning. Baekhyun awoke to a scream, and instantly he bolted down the stairs, wondering who was causing such a commotion so early in the morning. In the area between the living room and the shared kitchen, he found his roommates standing in a large circle around you. They seemed to be keeping their distance as your eyes, filled with terror, scanned the room of concerned faces.
Given your actions, Baekhyun figured that you were rehearsing for your new role. He was about to jump in there and recite his own lines when Chanyeol stopped him in his tracks. The taller male gave him a look of concern, and when Kyungsoo walked over carrying a similar expression, Baekhyun knew that something was wrong. Tentatively, and now more aware, Baekhyun tried to approach you, but you wouldn't allow him to get within an arm's length of you. With fear evident in your eyes, you kept moving away, until it became apparent that you were aware of the situation you were in and allowed him to draw closer.
"Who are you? Who are they? Who am I?" The words shakingly rolled from your lips as Baekhyun pulled you into his warm embrace.
Once you had calmed down, he drove you to the hospital. Though he had hoped they would have some sort of explanation as to what happened to you, there was none. What they did conclude was that you were suffering from memory loss, but for such a thing to occur at such a young age was rare. They asked Baekhyun to contact your family, and he did as he was told.
The months following your diagnosis were tough. Your family took you home, wanting to make sure that you had time to heal. Not knowing the extent of your memory loss or what could be a stressor for you, the subsequently also pulled you out of your current semester at the university. Your sudden departure had the student body whispering for answers, coming to their own conclusions. People started to pester Baekhyun about it as well. At first, he had kept his responses vague, but as people developed their own stories, he found himself spending time refuting their claims. College used to be so simple, and now... it was stressful.
Even with the things that people were saying about him, Baekhyun still went to visit you whenever he had time. Initially, it had hurt only hurt a bit that you couldn't recognize him. He tried to be understanding about your situation and remain positive that it could change. Yet, every time he left you, his heart hurt more than it did before. It became more apparent to him that you were unlikely to remember your life together. He'd often ask you about things, from when you were together, and you would usually just give him an apologetic look. Baekhyun knew it wasn't your fault, but it hurt him. He felt like the two of you just didn't have anything in common anymore. Whenever you looked at him now, your eyes were devoid of that love that was there before. He wanted you to remember, but he knew it was almost impossible.
The stress of it all overtook him. He hadn't signed up to live his day to day like this. He wanted to be happy... and the truth was that he wasn't. He was in so much pain, and he grew a bit resentful of you. So, he stopped by less and less. On days that he did stop by, the visits would be short. He wouldn't pay the same attention to you that he had before, and that became evident. You were the first to bring it up.
"You don't stop by as much as you used to..." you said gently.
Your words caught him by surprise, and for the first time, he felt like he was scrambling for an answer. Often when you were together, you would let Baekhyun initiate the conversations. The few times that you did speak, his responses were lifeless. Lately, it would often result in the two of you sitting in silence during his obligatory visits. Now he was being asked an actual question, and he didn't know how to answer it.
"O-oh... I... I've just been a bit busy..." Baekhyun replied slowly, trying to brush it off. For the first time in days, he finally looked at you. And that was when he saw the saddest smile cross your lips. To say that he had been somewhat numb whenever he visited would have been an understatement. Yet that smile... it gripped his heart.
"You don't have to lie to me, Baekhyun. I know that coming here is painful for you. I noticed that you don't seem nearly as happy or enthusiastic as you were before. I used to be your girlfriend, but I can't remember a thing about you. I don't remember us. And that must be so painful for you to see," you said slowly, gently biting on your lower lip before continuing. "Baekhyun... if it hurts too much, you don't have to keep doing it. I'm sure that the girl you loved will understand. I'm sure she would want you to be happy too..."
Though they were the words that Baekhyun thought he wanted to hear, they stuck with him over the following days. They made him feel strange. Part of him was happy. He wanted to move on, and he was elated that you were giving him your blessing. But deep down, there was a part of him that still cared for you, and those words leaving your lips, even if you weren't who you used to be, felt like a dagger piercing his heart. It didn't feel right to leave you, even if you weren't the same person. It didn't sit right with him.
So, after a handful of sleepless, mulling of your words, he made his decision. Baekhyun wanted to try again. He wanted to be with you, even if it meant that he had to start over with you. You might have been a different person, you might not have remembered a single thing about him, but you were still you. So, instead of cutting his visits short, he came by more often. He told you about wanting to start over, of being a friend to you, and he asked if that was okay with you. Though you spoke of how you didn't want to hold him back, he reassured you that it wasn't the case. And so, you started over.
Baekhyun got to know you from scratch. He answered questions about the things you had grown curious about in your life before the incident. When you were feeling better, he began to take you out on little outings, hoping that being out of the house would help you to heal. Over time, that new relationship formed. And truthfully, getting to know you again, it wasn't so bad. Some things were different, of course, but it felt right.
That afternoon, after his classes, Baekhyun took you to a local cafe. You sat across from each other, sipping on your drinks when you slid your phone over to him. On it was a picture of you and Baekhyun. He had his arm around your shoulder, lips to your cheek, the pair of you still in full stage costumes. "This was our first official performance together, right?"
Baekhyun took a look at the picture, and then up at you, his eyes rapidly blinking in shock and confusion. Due to your curiosity about your life with him before, he had told you little things here and there. He tried not to say too much, a warning from the doctors that it could cause more emotional stress. But this picture... he had never shown it to you before. "Y-yeah, but how did you know? Did Kyungsoo tell you?"
You shook your head. "I... I've started to remember little things. They're like really quick snapshots. I don't remember what goes around them, but I remember being really happy at this moment. We must have been happy then..."
"It was just after your birthday," he told you with a small smile, knowing that it was your way now of asking him to tell you more. "The two of us were so nervous about this play, that we couldn't even think about going out and having a good time. We promised each other that if the play went well, we would have a massive celebration afterward. Unsurprisingly, with the two of us playing the lead, it was extremely successful, and we were both so happy with the outcome. This was taken after we got off stage, and before we went to celebrate."
"We had a lot of fun together, didn't we..."
"You were... you were my ray of sunshine," he replied with a gentle smile.
"And now you're mine," you said, watching as Baekhyun's eyes widened. "This probably doesn't mean much to you, but being around you... has been making things easier for me. I don't remember a thing from my past, but having you around... makes me feel normal? It makes me feel like I can start over even if I don't know how. I just wanted you to know that..."
Baekhyun beamed at your confession. Gingerly, he held your hand in his, a silent promise that he wasn't going anywhere. This wasn't the same relationship, but the two of you could build something even better together. He just knew it...
Drabble: Chanyeol - Fluff, Boss, “Can I call you that?”
anonny “ genre 2 sentence 96 au 7 for our chanyeol? Thank youu ”
Genre: Fluff
Note: Not so discreetly after those pictures for Exo’s new photobook came out, Chanyeol has been giving me a lot of ideas lately (he may have his own chaptered fic coming up in June, still undecided >_>) so it definitely helped in writing this! It’s a cute little fluff piece and I hope you all enjoy it! I write about game companies a lot, and I’m sorry >< I work in it, so it’s the industry I know the best ><” As always, feel free to let me know what you think! ^o^
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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3
"Can I call you that?" you asked skeptically as you stood in the small office at the end of the short hallway. The office wasn't large, and if you were, to be honest, this place wasn't even a real office. It was once a house, located in the middle of an up and coming area that had been renovated by the previous owners to look like a small shop. They sold it, and it now housed a small mobile gaming startup. You were standing in Chanyeol's office as he sat at a desk that was just a bit too small for him.
"Of course you can call me that. Why wouldn't you be able to?" Chanyeol questioned, a bit surprised at your question. It wasn't like you, and he wondered where this was coming from.
You let out a soft sigh. "Chanyeol, you hired me to do concept pieces for your new mobile game. Are you really okay with your employees knowing that you hired on your girlfriend?" you inquired gently. Your eyes looked up from his desk, seeing his brows furrow in response.
Two months ago, the project that you had been working on came to a close. The studio had already signed a contract for its next big project, but it wasn't one that you were particularly excited about. Though you weren't one to turn down a job, you decided to take a risk, to not sign on for that project. It was scary, yes, but you felt like you had to find a game that better aligned with your personal interest. The thing was, you hadn't anticipated how much time it would take to get your next job. When Chanyeol heard you were struggling, he suggested that you apply for his company, as they were looking for a new concept artist. You had jumped at the chance at first, feeling like you could really fit in. The interview went well, and you were excited when you got the offer. There was one small thing, however.
During your interview, you had never disclosed your relationship to Chanyeol.
When you started to work there, you had a feeling that people didn't know. They didn't treat you differently, and Chanyeol had kept his distance to make sure that you could have time to settle in. But now that you had been here for a month, your boyfriend's boundaries were wavering. He was becoming more affectionate with you around the others, and you could tell that they took note. So not being able to handle it, you cornered him in his office to talk.
"I don't see anything wrong with you calling me your boyfriend, because I am," he said blatantly, still unsure of your concern. "It's not like our relationship is a secret, is it?"
"I don't know, is it? Do they know that we're together?" you questioned. "Wouldn't it be strange if we were suddenly affectionate at work?"
Chanyeol shrugged. "Everyone knows that I'm seeing someone. I don't think it would bother them if it were you. I don't have a policy against inter-office dating. And we were a couple before you started working here, so I don't really see anything wrong with it. I don't quite understand why you're bothered by this..."
Honestly speaking, Chanyeol loved working with you. He had met you while you were working at your last company as a mid-level programmer. The two of you would interface from time to time when you would help out with user interface design. When he learned a bit more, Chanyeol decided to go off on his own, make his own games. He had always wanted to work with you again, and Chanyeol was a bit surprised that you were so adamant against people not knowing about your relationship. Wait, unless...
"Do you think you got this job because you're my girlfriend?" he asked, realization finally dawning on him. Chanyeol stood up and walked towards you, trying to get a better read on your expression. Yet the way you averted your eyes and gently bit on your lip told him everything he needed to know. "So that's it then..."
"I-I know you would do that, but I also know that you've been worried about me. I just don't want that to have influenced you, or for your team to think badly of you because you hired me..."
Chanyeol couldn't help but smile as he walked up to you, hands gently resting on your hips. "I know that with the timing it looks that way, but that wasn't why you were hired. Everyone loves your work, and they like you as a person. This wasn't a weird nepotism thing. You're doing well, independent of our relationship, I promise."
"R-really?"
"Of course, silly! You're really good at what you do!" he told you confidently. "Now, can you accept that you can freely call me your boyfriend at work? Because I don't think I think I can act like a stranger around you. Might make me harder to handle when we get home."
You reached out and hit his shoulder, blushing a bit at Chanyeol's insinuation. Still, he laughed in response and pulled you tightly against him. And this time, instead of pulling away, you allowed him to lean in for a kiss. Maybe working with your boyfriend wouldn't be so bad after all...
Drabble: Daniel, Fluff, Sister’s Friend, "I don't know what I'd do without you.”
anonny~ “ drabble: kang daniel 2, 34, sister's friend ”
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 986
Note: So I wasn’t entirely sure where I wanted to go with this particular drabble at first, but one of my favorite things to write about is reconnecting with someone. I think there’s something really special and gentle about those types of plots and so I went with that for this one! I hope that anonny and all the readers enjoy this one! And as always, feel free to let me know what you think! ^o^
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- ashley <3
"I'm so glad that you managed to get the day off to be here today. I'm really thankful," your sister said as she stood in front of you in her beautiful white gown. It was an ethereal dress, the fabric fitted around her torso before pooling out in the most delicate sea of white fabric and lace. She looked absolutely stunning today, and you wouldn't have missed it for the world.
"Come on, you know that I wouldn't miss your wedding. Work knows that today is a big day, and I've been talking about it non-stop," you said proudly. "Plus, I'm technically still available to them for the rest of the week, just not on such an important day like today," you told her, the two of you giggling and talking amongst yourselves. A gentle knock on the door stopped you both mid-conversation, and you slowly got up from your seat to see who it was.
"Think I could come in to see the bride?" the familiar voice asked, and as a giant grin filled your features, one that was mirrored on his lips, you gently stepped aside to let your sister's friend in.
Daniel had been your sister's friend for as long as you could remember. You all grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and it wasn't until you left for nursing school that you parted ways with Daniel and your sister. It had always broken your heart to leave him behind because even though the words were unspoken, it was apparent how the two of you felt towards each other throughout high school. Neither of you made a move, aware of how delicate the situation was. But the feelings were there, and seeing him here only brought them back.
"Daniel you made it!" your sister said excitedly as she hugged her old friend tightly. She led him in, seating him on the couch and urging you to sit next to him. You did as she instructed, the two of you trying not to be awkward as you all chatted. Everything had been going well until your sister made a comment about how she hoped that Daniel would take care of you now that she was married. It surprised you both, but before she could elaborate on what she actually meant, there was another knock on the door. This time it was your father, telling your sister that it was about to start. You and Daniel quickly moved to your feet, almost bumping right into each other, as you left the room, and headed out to take your positions...
The wedding had been beautiful, just as everyone had expected it would be. Your sister and her husband looked very much in love, their vows to each other were beautiful. The ceremony ended without a hitch, and it wasn't long until everyone headed towards the banquet hall for the reception. There was food, there was music, and unsurprisingly alcohol as everyone celebrated to their heart's content into the late night.
At one point in the evening, you had decided to step out for some air, moving away from the banquet hall and out into the little garden. You had one too many drinks and had hoped that the night air would help to sober you up a bit. You seated yourself next to the pond, eyes entranced by the way the moon reflected in the surface, the ripples across, distorting it. It was a mesmerizing image, and you probably would have been lost in it for a bit if someone hadn't pulled you from it.
"Getting some fresh air, I see," Daniel said with a chuckle as he sat down next to you on the stone bench. "Had one too many?"
"I think accepting that last shot from Jaehwan was a bad idea on my part," you said with a giggle, and you heard Daniel laughing along with you. "But why are you out here instead of enjoying the party. You looked like you were having a good time."
"Well, you weren't in there," Daniel replied, watching as your eyes blinked rapidly at his words. He meant it. There were no hidden meanings behind his words this time.
"You can have a good time without me, you know? Plus I'll be back in there soon. I just needed some air..." you said gently, your eyes moving back towards the pond.
"You look lovely tonight," he told you.
"Thanks, Daniel."
"I miss you. I miss you a lot," he continued.
You were about to parrot his words right back at him, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see his posture change, and instead of interjecting, you let him continue.
"I know we always had this thing between the two of us that we never talked about. When you left for university years ago, I thought it would solve how I feel about you. I thought that distance and dating other people could make those feelings go away. But when I saw you at the hotel for the first time, it all came rushing back to me," he confessed, his eyes gently locking with your own. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Gingerly, Daniel took your hands in his, his forehead resting against yours. The proximity was comfortable, and for once, instead of feeling taboo, it felt right. It didn't matter how the two of you knew each other. Time had passed, and time had made it evident that this was where the two of you belonged.
"Your sister told me to take care of you, but I take those words far more seriously than I think she realizes," he added, another chuckle falling from his lips. But this time, instead of pulling away, you tilted your head ever so slightly, capturing Daniel's lips in that kiss that had been put on hold for so many years...
Drabble: Minseok, Fluff, Ghost, “Don’t start rapping, I beg you”
anonny~ “ Genre 2 sentence 53 au 11 Kim Minseok ”
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1027
Note: I plan my schedule based on the order that requests come in... and it just so happened that the one for today was a Minseok request. ;__; I’m going to miss him a lot, but he will be back! This drabble might end a bit abruptly, but I hope it’s still okay ;___; As always, feel free to let me know what you think ^^
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- ashley <3
Minseok sensed it. He felt that familiar chill run down his spine, working its way down to his toes. On instinct, he closed his eyes tight, thinking that, if he ignored it, pretended that he couldn't feel her presence, she might go away. All he wanted was a good night's rest.
Since he was young, like a majority of his mother's side of the family, Minseok had been able to feel the supernatural. Though everyone's sensitivity was quite different. For his grandmother and one of his cousin's, it was really severe. They could sense those that past, had dreams of what was come, and so much more. For Minseok, it wasn't to this degree. His abilities only extended so far as to see spirits, to converse with them.
Usually, it was okay. These spirits often left Minseok alone. However, during one particular semester at university, after helping one soul contact their loved ones, he had a slew of them rushing to him, asking him to do the same. They always asked him for help, and due to the stress of school, Minseok started to pretend that he couldn't see or hear them, and they eventually left him alone. And for a while, after he began to work, burying himself in case after case, he thought his abilities were gone. He didn't see a single spirit, nor did one try interacting with him.
Until you came along.
He remembered it clearly. After a late night at the office, Minseok came home, ready to crash on his bed, to be dead to the world for the entire weekend. However, when he entered his room, he realized that he wasn't alone. He saw a female figure sitting on his bed, eyes trained out the window. On instinct, he yelled out, asking who you were and why you were in his home. But the look of shock you returned followed by you asking him how he could see you, made him soon realize that his powers weren't gone, they were just... dormant.
You told him that you used to live in this apartment before you passed, and you had come back to see what state it was in, unaware that someone else had moved in. Foolishly, he had told you that you could stop by any time and that you did. You became part of Minseok's life in very unconventional ways. Sometimes you'd stop by to wake him in the morning. Other times you show up when he was in the shower, and honestly, sometimes you'd give him such a scare he couldn't sleep properly. He knew he had offered, and Minseok knew that you stopped by because you were lonely, but he had not signed up for a ghost roommate. Still, he grew accustomed to most of your weird habits, except one. It was your most annoying one. You'd often just come into the room singing at the top of your lungs.
"Don't start rapping, I beg you," Minseok pleaded through a groan, finally rolling over in his bed when he couldn't take it anymore. Pretending to be asleep wasn't going to work if he couldn't sleep through your poor rendition of that new BlackPink song.
"Oh, so you are awake," you said with a smile, looking down at the male. He gave you a small nod, moving over so that you could situate yourself next to him.
"It's hard to sleep with your singing," he pointed out, rubbing his eyes. "I know that it's been a while since you were human, but people do need rest you know."
"I know that. I... I still wanted to stop by and see how your day was going..." you murmured gently.
Minseok gave you a small smile. He knew that you didn't have ill-intentions coming to see him. He just wished you had better timing. Still, he proceeded to tell you about his workday even in his exhausted state. He explained how his office had just signed on with the biggest client they had ever had. If things worked well, his firm could really get their name out there as a trustworthy and competent firm. He watched as you nodded along intently as he divulged the frustrations of his day to you, and from time to time you would interject, hoping to give him some advice.
When he finished, a silence fell between the two of you, something that rarely happened. As he watched your actions, he knew that you were about to say something that you had been uneasy about, and he would give you the time you needed.
"I went to see my family and friends today..." you admitted. You could see it in his eyes. You knew what he was going to say. Minseok had, on multiple accounts told you to stop doing so, but during the day, what else were you to do? For a bit, you took to hanging out at the cafe to feel a bit more human. But it just wasn't the same. "They seem to be doing well..."
"You know you shouldn't do that..."
"I know... but I can't help but wonder how they're doing, you know? The reason I'm so late today, however, was because I wanted to make sure I checked in with everyone... as I don't plan to go back. I know they sense me... and I shouldn't linger."
"Is that why you come here?"
You nod. "I like your company, Minseok. I don't get that with them. I know I can be kind of annoying, but I enjoy our talks. If I am too much trouble though, I'll stop coming around..."
And though your relationship was a strange one, Minseok felt a weird pang in his heart at your words. Truthfully, he didn't have any friends. Any that he had were busy with their own lives. Having you stop by every night, even if it disrupted his sleep, was lovely. It gave him companionship. The thought of you leaving for good... it made him sad.
"You don't have to leave," he told you simple, eyes locking with yours. "Stay for as long as you need to. I enjoy the company..."
Drabble: Kyungsoo, smut, models, “ hands behind your head. you have the right to remain silent ”
@akutagawahakuryuunosuke “ If the drabble game still open, can i request number 3 + 74 +model au with Kyungsoo please? 😌 Thank you very much hehehe ”
Genre: Smut
Note: Oh man... it’s quite warm in here... or it’s just the way I wrote this request, I’m not sure. >///< I feel like this lacked detail, as it could have been longer, but I hope that you still enjoy it x3 As always, feel free to let me know what you think ^^
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A heavy sigh left your plump red lips immediately when you entered your dressing room. Today's photo shoot had been a long one, and you were completely exhausted. It felt like it had been ages since you took part in a photo shoot that ran nearly the entire day. Now all you wanted to do was remove all of this heavy makeup and change out of these skimpy pieces. You were already fantasizing about that nice and relaxing bubble bath you promised yourself. Ah, it would be worth it!
You would have been out the door in record time if it weren't for your boyfriend. Without a noise, Kyungsoo had managed to slip into your dressing room undetected, though his sudden presence startled you. "Kyungsoo, you scared me," you said with a pout.
"I'm almost done, just give me a minute okay?" you said with a small smile, hands working to get your shirt over your head. However, you never got it on.
Quicker than you thought humanly possible, Kyungsoo was behind you, pinning you against the makeup table. His hands grabbed onto your shirt, your arms still not pulled through all the way, and used it to keep your arms tight behind your back. “Hands behind your head. You have the right to remain silent,” he whispered in your ear. He heard you gasp and he couldn't help but smirk. “That’s what you said to me earlier, right? Should we make good on your little tease?"
You shivered at his words. You knew you were in for it now. Though both you and Kyungsoo worked as models, it was rare that you got to work together. So when this opportunity came, you weren't going to let it slip through your fingers. You wanted to have a little fun, and the theme for today would help to mask your intentions. 'Daring' was the theme for the photos, so the two of you wore a little bit less, but it was still tasteful. The last set of pictures involved a bed. Kyungsoo was lying down with his head against the headboard. You were seated on his legs, holding his arms above his head. Placed to your side was a pair of handcuffs. With each shot, you felt bolder, eventually handcuffing Kyungsoo to the bed. At the time it seemed like a good idea. It led to some very steamy shots and feeling particularly daring, you leaned over and whispered those words in his ear, the two of you sharing a heated glance after. The photographer was thrilled by your impromptu forwardness, and the shoot ended swiftly. You didn't think it would leave you in this predicament though.
"Kyungsoo, let's get home first. There are too many people here..." you urged gently. However, Kyungsoo deftly moved his hands in front of you, slipping into your pants and massaging you through the thin fabric of your panties. Your body went limp, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure.
"There are a lot of people... so we'll have to be quick. Plus, you seem to be enjoying yourself. It feels good, right?" he asked, fingers slipping further between your legs. Kyungsoo held on tightly to the fabric that your hands were still wrapped in as you swayed your hips against him, making him groan.
You lost the rest of your attire in seconds, though Kyungsoo kept your hands behind your back the entire time, much to your dissatisfaction. You wanted to touch him, but you knew he wouldn't let you after what you did earlier. Instead, you tried to find physical contact in whatever way you could, shifting to ease him into you. He knew what you wanted, but had no plans of giving in, pinning your hips to the makeup table. "My rules," he said firmly, sliding himself into your heat in one swift motion.
You tried to hold back the loud moan that wanted to roll from your lips. These walls were thin, someone would no doubt hear you. Yet it was so hard to keep quiet with the way he was moving his hips. Kyungsoo didn't let up, each movement fast, to the point where you could feel your legs giving way. You did your best to use the table for support as he moved, muffling your moans when you could.
Kyungsoo knew you were close as he reached his hand around to rub your sensitive little nub and within seconds, he had his hand around your mouth, stifling the moan that rolled from your lips. He reached his release soon after, breathing ragged.
His grip loosened on your shirt, the fabric falling to the floor next to him. You took the opportunity to use your aching arms to support yourself on the makeup table, steadying yourself. "I didn't think something like that would make you like this. Should I do it again?" you asked, not letting up on your teases.
He placed a gentle kiss on your temple when you turned to face him. "Just not in front of others. Let's keep that stuff at home. Now, let's get changed and get out of here," he told you gently. You weren't one to argue... mostly when you knew that another round was likely awaiting you...
Drabble: Kang Daniel, Fluff, Childhood Friends, “you look like an egg”
anonny “ Im so happy you opened a drabble game! I like the way you write and I always find myself tearing up at all your angst stories! I want to request for a Kang Daniel fluff with sentences 19 or 61 and au 4.. i LOLed at 19 and 61!! I cant choose just one! Thanks in adv! <3 love you! ”
Genre: Fluff
Note: So I decided to go with the first prompt because I love writing banter for characters ;A; I live for it ;; This also reminded me about how much I love writing for Daniel. I just... it comes so naturally OTL This is a cute little piece that hints at a little more, and I hope that everyone enjoys it. As always, feel free to let me know what you think!
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'Daniel, I need you to come over ASAP. It's an emergency ;A;'
Daniel reread the message as he stood in front of your apartment. He had known you for years, knew of your dramatic tendencies, but still, he rushed over. He was sure it wasn't life-threatening, but he wasn't going to risk it either. Daniel dug through his pocket, looking for his keys and plucked the one to your place from the bunch of them, holding the electronic key to the pad. Instantly he heard the mechanical whirl as it unlocked itself and he stepped inside.
"Okay, what's the 'emergency' this time," he stated, looking around your apartment for any sign of you. Well, this time it wasn't a cooking accident. If anything your kitchen was pristine. It wasn't a computer or television crisis. Your living room looked untouched. For a moment he had considered it was the bathroom, that you couldn't shut off the water like at your last apartment, but everything seemed relatively dry. So what the hell-
"Daniel you're here!" you exclaimed, running up to him, the male opening his arms on instinct as you fell right into them. You usually weren't this comfortable around people. But Daniel, your childhood friend, was an exception. He was an exception to a lot of things, you noticed.
He couldn't help the chuckle that erupted within him, arms firmly holding you up as you came flying at him. "I am. So what's this problem that you were referring to?" he asked. "Your apartment seems fine. Nothing is on fire, so why am I here?"
"Ah," came your light sound of realization as you pulled yourself out of his arms. You stood before him, now slightly embarrassed before you spoke again. "This dress... do you think it's too much for a Fancy Friday at work?" you asked. Daniel fell silent, the expression from his face disappearing. You grew a bit concerned, self-conscious of standing before him like this, so you called his name, trying to bring his attention back.
Daniel's eyes scanned your form, taking in the midnight blue dress. It was sleeveless but modestly covered you, gently sinching just below your chest before flowing against the rest of your form. He found it very pretty on you, though, there were very few things he felt like he didn't like on you. Honestly, for as long as you had known each other, Daniel always thought you looked lovely. Even if a simple t-shirt and jeans, he felt you shined in a sea of women. He just... never had the heart to tell you.
"Um...Daniel?" you called out again, watching as he snapped from his dazed state. "How does it look?"
"Honestly?" he asked, watching as you cutely nodded at him. "Really, you look terrible." He watched as that eager look at your features was replaced by glaring eyes and a pout. It was too cute.
"You look like an egg," you countered haughtily. You were hoping to get an honest answer out of Daniel, not this childish teasing. Even if his giggles warmed your heart.
"Your comebacks are getting worse, and worse, you know that right?" he teased through his chuckles, making you hit him in response. "Why are you even getting so dressed up? I feel like you're usual wardrobe is already far dressier than your co-workers. Just wear what you usually wear," he pointed out.
Daniel... wasn't wrong. Your usual attire was skirts and cute tops, which wasn't exactly the dress code where you worked. "But I wear that every day. I feel like for our first official Fancy Friday, I should wear something different you know? So I wanted your opinion. But if you're just going to tease me, then I don't want it," you huffed.
Your childhood friend watched as you turned your back to him, walking back into your room and he was quick to follow, eyes landing on the mess that was your room. Clothes were thrown everywhere. From extremely formal dresses that he had only noticed you in for work events, to the familiar articles of clothing he would see on you whenever the two of you met for lunch. This was obviously important to you. So gently, Daniel reached out for your hand, gently tugging on it. The action, as it always did, stopped you in your tracks as you turned to face him.
Gingerly, Daniel grabbed your other hand, holding onto both of them tenderly. "I'm sorry I teased you," he apologized, watching as your pout started to form into a smile. He knew you forgave him. You always did.
"So, you ready to give an honest opinion about this dress?" you stated, watching as Daniel vehemently nodded, the cutest grin forming on his lips. Unexpectedly, Daniel pulled your closer to him, arms slipping around your waist, surprising you. Your friend had never held you like this before, and you couldn't help the way your heart sped up at the closeness. It felt different this time.
"I think you look absolutely lovely," he told you genuinely, his deep voice resonating through your very being. "You'll definitely be the most beautiful person at work tomorrow."
Your face felt warm, your entire being felt like it was on fire, but you dared to look up at Daniel at that moment. Your eyes met. No words were spoken, but all of the words that were left unsaid were the important ones. A cheesy confession didn't have to be made. Because truthfully, you both knew that your relationship changed, right then and there...
Drabble: Hwang Minhyun - Fluff, College, “That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes”
anonny “ Hello! I love your writing style, you're really talented. Can you write a drabble genre 2, sentence 17, au 2 with Minhyun, please?”
Genre: Fluff
Note: This idea hit me right before I went to bed, so I had to write it down really quickly before I forgot it ;A; A fun little fic with some bestie Seongwu sprinkled in there, because he would be this guy. >_> Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this one. And as always, do feel free to let me know what you think! ^^
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"Seongwu, this really isn't necessary. I'm sure that it'll just turn back on when it's ready," you told the male in front of you as he led you down your third set of hallways for the evening. The two of you had started at your dorm room, went up to the ninth floor, then the tenth floor, and were now one building over on the sixth floor. And the reason for this little adventure?
Your laptop died.
Midway through working on your paper for your 'Art of the Edo Period' course, your screen just went completely black, though you could still hear that the device was on. You did what most people usually did, you forced it to turn off. The thing was when you tried to turn it back on, it wouldn't boot. You spent a good fifteen minutes trying to do so before you called it to Seongwu's attention. He then promptly called a friend that he knew worked at an IT counter, but the general consensus was that your laptop was a brick. You would need to take it in to get serviced. Too bad your paper was due tomorrow afternoon.
So, trying to be a good friend, Seongwu had been dragging you around to everyone he knew, trying to find someone who had a laptop you could borrow. You had visited about three of his friends now, and none had been particularly helpful. However, as you were leaving Jaehwan's room, Seongwu got a message from the last friend he contacted, and he had a feeling this was going to be the one that worked out.
"You know that laptops don't just magically turn back on. Plus, we're almost to Minhyun's room. He told me you can use his," he told you matter-of-factly, watching as your eyes widened.
It was no secret that you found Minhyun attractive, as did a majority of the college campus. What was surprising was the fact that Seongwu seemed to disregard this as he dragged you to his friend's room. Honestly, he had a one-track mind and right now it was trying to make sure that you, as an art major, didn't fail your art history course. It was sweet, but being in the same room as Minhyun... ah, you were going to have a hard time.
As you arrived at the door, Seongwu quickly knocked on it, and the pair of you waited for it to open. You heard shuffling on the other side, a lot of it, and possibly something getting knocked over before the door opened, revealing that familiar but handsome face. "You got here so quickly," Minhyun said, a bit surprised by your quick arrival. He smiled at you as you stood next to his friend and you shyly returned it.
"We had just stopped off at Jaehwan's room, which is near the stairwell to this building. It wouldn't have taken us this long. Plus, this one has a paper to finish, and I can't have her failing and ending up on the streets or something. Her parents would kill me," Seongwu stated, watching as you made a face at him.
"Ah, so the laptop is for you. That's fine. Just let me clean up before you guys come in, okay?"
Seongwu quirked a brow. "Minhyun, you don't have to do that. You've seen what I live in, a mess isn't a problem," he stated, before a bit of realization hit him. "Wait, are you working on your art project? This is perfect timing! You can get a critique!"
Your eyes widened at Seongwu offering you to critique Minhyun's work, and you almost hit your long-time friend for saying such a thing. But before you could get a word in edgewise, Minhyun's face lit up. "Would you? It would be so helpful!"
With little choice, you gently nodded. Minhyun then opened his door to reveal what he had been working on... and boy were you surprised. In the middle of his small room was some clay that he had been trying to mold into the reference that was given to him. At first, you thought your reaction was going to be, "That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes," but that wasn't the case at all. It had all of the basic shapes of the reference image. It just needed some help. Okay, a lot of help. But it was workable. It wasn't like he had to start over.
"Do you critique thing," Seongwu said, gesturing at the sculpture.
You knew that you had to be careful with your words, but you also wanted to be honest. The high school version of you would have said anything to make the other person happy, mostly if it was a boy she liked. Oh, she would have lied and said it was the best thing since sliced bread. But knowing what grades meant to everyone at this school, and how it could hinder his performance in future classes, you couldn't tell a blatant lie. "It's not a bad sculpture..." you said slowly, watching as Minhyun's eyes urged you to continue. "But it's not quite there yet. Some proportional changes need to be made, amongst other things..."
Seongwu's eyes widened at your sudden honesty. He thought that you were going to say something different, something that he could tease you about. But you didn't. "Wait, you have an actual critique?" he said, still baffled.
Minhyun saw the slightest pout forming on your lips at Seongwu words, and he only chuckled softly. "I like her honesty, Seongwu. You wouldn't even say anything like this to me. It's good to hear what I have to work on from someone that has an eye for this stuff. Thank you for the help, I'll keep working on it," he told before turning around and grabbing the laptop for you.
Gingerly you took it from him and thanked him again. "I promise I'll bring it back tomorrow," you reassured him. "And good luck on the sculpture too."
"Take as long as you need with the laptop. But... do you think you could give me another critique tomorrow when you stop by? I could really use all the help I could get..."
A giggle escaped your lips. "I can do you one better. How about I stop by and walk you through some of the stuff I learned in my other courses. I think it'll help out your sculpture a lot," you replied, watching as Minhyun beamed in response.
"I'd like that a lot," he told you as he watched you and Seongwu walk off, bickering with each other as you usually did. And needless to say, Minhyun couldn't wait until tomorrow, because he would get to see you again...
