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[bywons]

SO ROMANTIC 、 pjs

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， 𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ ｡ 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗉𝗃𝗌 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1O14 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 .✿ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 贅沢 𖥔

REBLOG FOR  ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠  KISSES

“do you still love me?”

jay looks offended, deeply offended, and if they handed out oscars for the most disturbed-looking husband on a random thursday afternoon, he would’ve walked up to that stage with a speech memorized. no hesitation.

he lowers the hammer in his hand, lets it drop onto the half-assembled desk with a dull clunk, and wipes his forehead with the back of his arm, smearing a bit of sawdust across his temple.

“i literally married you,” he says, breathless, as he steps near you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“yeah but people marry people,” you sigh, putting on a faux sad expression, “but do you really love me—”

“darling, i’m literally building you a wooden vanity closet,” he cuts you quick in your sentence, his eyes wide, “and it has been three hours now. i wouldn’t do that for anyone else.”

you press your lips together to keep from laughing. “you look good doing it though.”

his jaw ticks, he knows not to lose his patience, especially when you are all cute and testing it. he still thinks your question is ridiculous, of course he loves you. he loves you way more than the effort he’s putting in the vanity, and it’s not even one percent of what he’d do for you.

“my back hurts.” he sighs yet again

“because you love me?” “because i’m married to you,” he deadpans, rolls his eyes and strawls closer to you.

you pout. it’s exaggerated, a little playful. “so you don’t love me?”

jay huffs, then drops to his knees in front of you with a thud, on the bed. his hands settle on your thighs, sawdust and all, and his fingers press into your skin gently, grounding.

he looks up. his eyes are warm, but serious. intense, even.

“you drive me insane,” he murmurs. “you leave the shower light on. you forget where your charger is every day. you sing off-key when you think i’m not listening.”

you breathe stops, and before you can muster up a sentence, he says again.

“and i love you like i’m sick with it.”

you feel like your stops, with blood rushing up to your cheeks you really don’t know if you can handle this anymore. his thumb brushes over your knee.

“and if you say dumb shit like that again,” he says, voice low, “i might have to marry you again, just to prove a point.”

you open your mouth, ready to sass him back, but he leans in before you can.

his hand finds your waist, warm and rough from hours of sanding wood. his other hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth like he’s mapping it out. like he missed it all day. like he needed this more than food or rest or sanity.

and then he kisses you. not a soft peck. not a tired brush of lips. it’s full. warm. deliberate.

his mouth slides against yours like he’s finally off the clock, like this is his reward — the only thing that makes the bruised knees and splinters and forgotten lunch worth it.

your fingers twist into his shirt instinctively. his thumb brushes down the side of your neck as his lips move against yours with something a little hungry, a little breathless, but still so stupidly in love.

you pull away for air, lips tingling, chest rising in soft, quick breaths. your fingers are still fisted in his shirt, and he looks up at you like you just knocked the wind out of him — which, to be fair, you did.

jay’s lips are red, a little kiss-swollen, and he’s breathing just as hard.

you blink, lips tingling. “so, i guess, you really do love me?”

“i love you when you talk too much,” he continues against your lips, grinning, “and when you ask dumb questions, like if i still love you.”

you let out a tiny gasp, equal parts amused and overwhelmed, and he pulls you even closer, your forehead pressed to his. your hands rest on his shoulders, thumbs brushing the slope of his neck.

“hey,” you whine softly, but he leans forward again and steals another kiss before you can complain further — short, warm, like a punctuation mark.

“i spend three hours building a closet,” he continues, kisses the corner of your mouth, “you sit here looking like a whole heart attack—” another kiss, this time near your chin, “—and then you ask—” kiss “—me—” kiss “—if i—” kiss “love you?” another kiss.

you laugh into his shoulder, hands slipping up into his hair, heart stopping “i just wanted to hear it.”

his lips curl, lazy and crooked. “you’re so annoying,” he mutters

your breath catches as he rests his forehead against yours, noses brushing, full of love. “god,” he mutters, eyes still closed, “you drive me insane,” he chuckles again like a reminder.

“you like it,” you whisper, a chuckle falling on your lips.

he smiles, just a little. then, without letting go of you, he sinks to the floor.

kneels. infront of you.

his arms wrap around your waist, cheek pressing softly to your thigh. he exhales against the fabric of your shorts, like being close to you settles everything.

you run your fingers through his hair, slow. comforting. he hums under his breath, content and quiet, letting his body relax against your leg.

“this okay?” he sighs, his lips tickling your skin as he grins on it.

you nod, resting your hand on his cheek. “yeah,” you smile. “more than okay.”

his lashes flutter as he closes his eyes again.

and there you sit, a half-finished vanity in the corner, a husband with sawdust on his arms and love in every touch, and a kiss still tingling on your lips like a promise that never gets old.

your heartbeat is still racing a little. his breaths are slower now. calm. heavy.

“i love you,” he says eventually, voice muffled and slept against your thigh.

you smile. bend forward and kiss the top of his head, “i know. i love you more.”

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[ihankaji]

NOTHIN’ WITHOUT YOU ─── ♡ 코르티스 ✦ 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾?

𓂃 ﹕𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲, they miss you, but instead of hearing it directly from them, you have to hear it from someone else.

──── 0t5!cortis x fem ! reader ╱ ⌕ est. relationship, fluff ∿ ˊᯅˋ use of petnames ( 💬 ) had to make cortis texts guys..

‘💬’ ─ a short one bc maybe i might make more cortis fics….

› CORTIS PERM TL ( OPEN ) ──── @himewonu

[hyuneskkami]

:ঌ GIRL TALK ⭑ CRTS ㅗ ໒:

📬 ❤︎ ot5 𝔁 6th member!fem!reader ─── ৻ꪆ every time the clock strikes 11:30 pm, you all sit down for some girl talk.

❤︎ warnings+tags ─── ৻ꪆ jamesyn established relationship <3

💌 ❤︎ notes ─── ৻ꪆ these cuties bruhhhh

❤︎ wc ─── ৻ꪆ 2.2k

𝄞 𓏸 my cortispilledmasterlist »﹙合﹚

❝ tracklist ❞  ─── our summer—txt ❦ tfw—enha ❦ lucky to be loved—tws ❦ drama—aespa ❦ off the record—ive ❦ you were beautiful—day6

every single night, without fail, after the grueling practice schedules, the long showers, and approximately seventeen near-death experiences caused by seonghyeon and keonho being left unsupervised together, the six of you would inevitably gather in the living room. it had become an actual routine; an unspoken rule you’d followed starting at 11:30 pm every night: ‘girl talk time,’ you’d collectively named it, despite the glaring biological fact that only one girl was present in the group. the first time someone pointed that out, james had simply shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘girl talk is a state of mind.’ nobody had questioned it since.

☆

tonight, the room was a canvas of comfortable chaos, everyone scattered around the floor. martin was making hot chocolate. juhoon was folded inside a blanket burrito. keonho was upside down on the sofa for reasons nobody understood. james was sitting beside you, one arm around your waist. you were painting the nails of his other hand a shade that matched yours. seonghyeon was dramatically sighing, which usually meant he had gossip.

“what happened?” martin made the mistake of asking.

immediately he sat up. “oh my god.”

the room collectively perked up like hungry wolves.

“what?”

“what happened.”

“tell us.”

“i walked into studio 7b today,” he started slowly.

“damn.”

the reactions came immediately.

“no way.”

“again?”

“not 7b, damnnn.”

seonghyeon pointed dramatically into the air. “i saw two of our sunbaes holding hands.”

the room exploded.

“who?”

“who?”

“drop the names.”

“i’m not naming names.”

“booooo.”

“boring.”

“you suck, eom.”

“...fine! one of them was niki hyung.”

“i knew it!”

“let’s get it, hyung!”

james grabbed a cushion to settle in, shifting you so that you were in a more comfortable position against him. “continue.”

the next hour consisted entirely of tea—company tea, friend group tea, just about anything.

“i saw one of the new trainees get rejected and she immediately called and told three different people saying she was ‘too busy to date anyway.’”

the room screamed.

“no!”

“dude, that’s hella embarrassing.”

“that’s insane, damn.”

then martin contributed—”i heard one of the dance instructors accidentally called one of the idols by their ex’s name.”

the room nearly collapsed under the weight of the collective uproar. keonho literally rolled off the sofa onto the hardwood floor. you couldn’t breathe from laughing.

“no.”

“no way!”

“oh my god, actually?!”

meanwhile james was crying, or laughing, or both, into your shoulder, his whole body shaking with amusement.

☆

other days, inevitably, the conversation shifted like it always did. from gossip, to life, to feelings, to whatever happened to be bothering someone. tonight the focus was you, because you were curled up under a blanket looking miserable. james noticed first. his hand immediately found yours under the fabric.

“you okay?”

you groaned. “no.”

“what happened?”

“my period.”

instant sympathy radiated from all five boys around you. every single one of them immediately looked concerned, shifting the collective atmosphere instantly. even after knowing about it for so long, they still reacted like you’d been diagnosed with something terminal.

“bad?” juhoon asked slowly.

“so bad.”

“how bad?” seonghyeon chimed in.

“imagine somebody put barbed wire around your organs.”

the room collectively winced and ‘ooof’d.

“and twisted it constantly. again and again.”

“oh.”

“and then ripped it out all at once.”

“what the fuck.”

“and repeat it for a week.”

“that’s actually horrible, what the fuck?”

“every month.”

james looked genuinely upset, pulling you a little closer. “baby.”

“i’m fine,” you muttered.

“you don’t sound fine.” martin nudged your leg with his.

“okay, whatever. i’m not. this world sucks. cramps suck. schedules suck. everything except you guys just sucks.”

the thing was—the boys had spent years learning. not because they had to. because they wanted to. at first they’d been clueless. absolutely hopeless. 

now? martin already got up to make your favourite tea. juhoon was looking for heating pads. james was trying his best to gently massage your lower back. keonho was googling foods that helped cramps. seonghyeon looked personally offended at your uterus.

“this is ridiculous,” he said suddenly.

you laughed. “what is?”

“the female body. why does everything hurt you guys?”

“that’s your conclusion and question?”

“yes.”

“you train twelve hours a day and this is what you find unfair?” you laughed.

“absolutely!”

twenty minutes later, you were laying across the sofa with your head in james’ lap, and heating pad on your stomach. the boys surrounded you, just listening to you talk.

“wait,” juhoon interrupted slowly. “so it just hurts for no reason?”

“basically.”

“52 weeks every year?”

“yep.”

the room became silent.

“that's awful.”

“thank you.”

“women are stronger than soldiers. i’d pick military service over even a fraction of what you’re going through any day.”

the rest of them nodded seriously.

“you’re all ridiculous,” you burst out laughing.

☆

another night, it would be completely different, because somebody else would need help. like the time keonho developed a crush, and unfortunately made the mistake of admitting it in front of all of you. the room immediately transformed into an interrogation room.

“who is she?”

“what’s her name?”

“when do james and yn meet her parents?”

“when did this happen?”

keonho looked terrified while you looked absolutely delighted.

“oh we’re doing this?” you grinned, cracking your knuckles.

“we’re doing this.” james high-fived you.

three hours later, the boys were still asking questions, treating your answers like divine knowledge—drifting from keonho’s crush to girls, in general.

“what does it mean if she sends heart emojis?”

“it depends.”

“on what?”

“everything.”

“yn.”

“bro, i’m serious.”

“no wonder we’re confused.”

then, keonho asked the question of the century, “what’s the difference between the red heart and any other coloured heart?”

you nearly choked as the room froze.

“why do you all want to know the emoji differences?”

“because we’re trying to survive. the world is cruel to hopeless boys like us.”

“well, the red heart means she doesn’t really care enough to go through the trouble of finding a different coloured heart, or she just likes the original emoji.”

“that doesn’t help in the slightest.”

“ok, so you want me to stop?—”

“no! go on.”

“what’s the black heart for?” seonghyeon asked curiously.

“she probably hates you, dude,” keonho said helpfully.

“or maybe she’s just a little emo?” martin offered.

☆

the best part was that nobody made fun of anyone, not when it mattered, because somehow those late-night conversations had become the safest place in the dorm—where james asked questions he’d never ask anyone else; where juhoon talked about feeling overwhelmed; where martin admitted he worried too much; where seonghyeon confessed he hated disappointing people; where keonho admitted he got insecure sometimes, and where you could complain about cramps, bad days, weird friendships, awkward situations, and literally anything without being judged. the conversations always started with gossip, and ended with something softer… something important.

☆

the first sign that something was wrong on another night was the fact that the dorm was suspiciously quiet for nine pm. you stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at the five boys sitting around the living room—no video games. no screaming. no martin and seonghyeon arguing over absolutely nothing, just five pairs of eyes looking at you.

“…why are you all looking at me like that?”

martin immediately sat up straighter. “yn.”

“no.”

“i haven’t even asked yet.”

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

keonho gasped dramatically. “she knows.”

“she always knows,” juhoon sighed.

you narrowed your eyes. “what do you guys want?”

the boys exchanged looks. then james finally blurted out, “they need help. more girl talk.”

you blinked twice. “...what?”

“girl talk,” seonghyeon repeated seriously.

“why? it’s still 9 pm. we have two more hours left.”

“well…”

“why are you asking me right now?”

“because you’re a girl.”

you stared. the boys stared back. you stared harder.

“that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.”

“please,” juhoon said. “we’re struggling.”

“struggling with what?”

“women.”

immediately you turned around. “nope.”

“yn!”

“good luck.”

“yn!”

ten minutes later you were trapped—literally trapped. they’d dragged every cushion and beanbag into the living room and formed what looked like a hostage negotiation circle. you sat in the middle, the boys surrounding you like a group of kindergarten students.

“okay,” you sighed. “what exactly do you need?”

four hands shot up. james sat calmly beside you, his hand gravitating to your waist.

“oh my god.”

“me first,” keonho yelled.

“no.”

“me,” seonghyeon interrupted.

“no.”

“me!” juhoon tried, letting go of his fake nonchalance.

“no.”

martin raised his hand politely. you pointed at him. “yes.”

“sometimes girls say they’re fine.”

“yes.”

“but they’re not fine.”

“yes.”

“how do you know?”

the others immediately nodded, hanging onto your every word. 

“a very important question,” one of them added.

“groundbreaking research,” another said.

you rubbed your temples. “okay. usually you can tell from the tone.”

“so if she says she’s fine?”

“mhm.”

“she isn’t fine?”

“exactly.”

“...but she said she was.”

“yes.”

“so she’s not?”

“correct.”

all four boys looked absolutely horrified. “that makes no sense.”

“it makes perfect sense.”

“it literally doesn’t.”

“martin,” you said, turning to look at him. “imagine james says he’s over losing a game of league.”

james immediately scoffed. “baby, i’m always over it.”

“you cried over mario kart two days ago, by the way,” juhoon pointed out helpfully.

“that was different.”

martin’s eyes widened as the realization hit the room.

“oh.”

“ohh.”

“ohhhhh.”

twenty minutes later, the questions somehow got worse.

“what’s the difference between cute and handsome?”

“depends.”

“on what?”

“everything.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“it is.”

“it absolutely isn’t.”

juhoon leaned forward. “okay, okay. if a girl says your outfit is cute.”

“good. but also, which blind girl called your skinny jeans cute?”

“shut up. what if she says you’re handsome?”

“also good, obviously.”

“if she says you’re funny?”

“good. even better.”

“if she says you’re annoying?” the entire group looked at seonghyeon. 

you immediately burst out laughing. “why are you all looking at him?”

“because it happens a lot,” martin answered.

“very frequently.”

“almost daily.”

seonghyeon looked deeply offended. “i have fans, okay?”

“you annoy them affectionately,” james clarified.

an hour later, the conversation had completely derailed into late-night… somethings.

“would you rather date someone funny or handsome?” one of them asked.

“funny,” you replied without hesitation

the boys froze.

“what?”

“funny.”

“not handsome?”

“i didn’t say not handsome.”

“then why funny?”

“because if someone’s funny, i can look at them forever.”

the room became suspiciously silent. you looked up from your spot. they were all sitting straighter.

“stop.”

“no one said anything.”

“you’re all thinking something.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

james literally pulled out his notes app, his fingers tapping on the screen. “funny.”

“james, oh my god.” you hid your face in your hands.

“ok, but james is unfunny and ugly. what gives, yn?”

“shut up.”

then somehow the conversation shifted to crushes. you made a mistake—a terrible, catastrophic mistake. because the moment you casually mentioned that most girls usually remember tiny details about people they like, they all exploded again.

“what tiny details?”

“everything.”

“be specific.”

“like favourite drinks, favourite colours, things they mention once—”

they all looked terrified, staring at you like you were a different species. “once?”

“yes.”

“one time?”

“yes.”

“yn.”

“hmm?”

“women are scary.”

“thank you.”

by midnight the boys had learned absolutely nothing, or maybe too much. you couldn’t tell. 

they were all sprawled around the living room floor, half asleep. you were resting against the sofa. juhoon was under a blanket. james was lying face-down on the carpet. martin and keonho were arguing quietly in the corner. seonghyeon was sitting beside you. the atmosphere was warm, comfortable, home.

then juhoon suddenly spoke into the quiet room. “can i ask one last question?”

“sure.”

“do girls actually like flowers?”

“of course.”

the boys nodded thoughtfully.

“okay.”

“noted.”

“good information.”

“useful.”

then keonho looked over, his expression serious. “what do girls like most?”

you thought for a second, looking at their tired faces, then smiled. “honestly?”

“yeah.”

“being listened to.”

the room went completely quiet.

“that’s it?”

“pretty much.”

“no secret formula?”

“no.”

“no cheat code?”

“no.”

“no complicated mission?”

“not really, no.”

the boys exchanged looks. then seonghyeon groaned dramatically from his spot. “that’s so much harder.”

you laughed so hard you nearly fell off the sofa, and within seconds the others were laughing too. the sound filled the corners of the messy dorm—loud, chaotic, and comfortable, exactly like every night with your five extremely stupid, extremely lovable boys.

☆

one night, long after everyone should’ve been asleep, you found yourself looking around the room. five sleepy boys. half under blankets, half asleep, still listening to each other, still talking. 

james was tracing circles against your hand absentmindedly, martin was yawning, juhoon was asleep sitting up, and keonho was using seonghyeon as a pillow. nobody wanted to go to bed and break the spell of the evening.

“this is probably my favourite part of being in cortis.” you smiled.

the room grew quiet. james looked down at you.

“the fame?”

“no.”

“the money?”

“no.”

“then what?”

you looked around the living room, at your family, at your idiots, and smiled. “just… you guys.”

james kissed the top of your head while the others grinned half-asleep like they’d just won an award. and honestly? maybe they had. 

because not everyone got five best friends who wanted to understand every little part of your world—even the parts they’d never experience themselves. and somehow, every night, squeezed together in a messy dorm living room, they made sure you never had to carry any of it alone. 

© hyuneskkami ❦

[hanverse]

RIDE IT BABY — B.C.

pairing. frat boy!chan × fem!reader

word count. 1.6k

synopsis. car sex with frat!chan <3

warnings. smut (MDNI 🔞), established relationship, dirty talk, use of pet names, swearing, unprotected sex (don't do that!!), nipple play, creampie, lower case intended.

notes. this is a repost, finally no content label warnings. enjoy loves!! <3

friday has quietly bled into saturday; a warm summer's evening having shifted into the cool, early hours of the next morning. despite this, you can hear the frat party still raging on in the distance. the low pulse of bass reverberates through the pavement, and the smell of cigarette smoke curls up towards the sky, carried across the streets by a gentle breeze that weaves it's way through the trees, unable to reach the stars.

you, however, are wholly unaware of everything but chan.

seated in his cramped backseat, your thoughts are entirely consumed by the feeling of his cock buried deep in the slick on your cunt. your skirt is bunched at your waist, your top pulled down to expose your breasts, knees digging into the seat. everything is hot and sticky, with steam fogging the windows and sweat layering your feverish skin and, normally, this would be enough to drive you insane. but right now, you're too far gone, only able to focus on feeling of pleasure overwhelming all your senses.

"c-chan—" you can barely say his name. your words catch in your throat, pitched and wobbly as his hips piston upwards, thick cock plunging into your sopping pussy with a loud plap plap plap that resonates in the heated space. your body jolts with the force of each thrust.

you dig your nails into the leather seat of his car, right beside his head. "b-baby, slow down—"

"fuck, i can't, sweetheart," he huffs hotly against the shell of your ear, practically breathless as he keeps his brutal pace. his hands grip the supple flesh of your ass, giving you a bruising squeeze. "you feel too good."

you whine, dropping your forehead to his shoulder. "you're so deep. i—hnghh—i can't, chan... s'too much..."

"nuh-uh," he clicks his tongue as if chiding you. "none of that. you know how to take this cock, i know you do."

you do know. but when chan gets like this, drunk on sex and high on pleasure, it makes your head spin and your thoughts blur until all you can feel is him — on you and inside you and it has your nerves so fried that you're not sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer. clearly, you have yet to push him away, despite the harshness of his thrusts.

"fuuuck," he groans, voice rough, accent thick. "you're drenched, jus' dripping down my cock like fuckin' water. can feel it on my balls."

you press your face against his neck, embarrassment burning hot across your chest and up along your neck.

"s'your fault." you mumble. "lookin' like that tonight."

his hand comes down on your ass, hard and fast, and you cry out against his flushed skin as he soothes over the blossoming ache. he can be mean, but never too mean. "my fault? this pussy was practically beggin' f'me before i even touched you."

in your defense, he had looked unfairly good. he'd picked you up that evening wearing a loose hoodie and grey sweats, a type of casual and effortless outfit that shouldn't have looked as good as it did. you'd nearly fainted when he peeled it off later that evening, when the thrum of packed bodies had generated too much heat for him to handle. and then there he was, white tank spread taut over his broad shoulders, his muscles visibly defined beneath the fabric which tapered down to fit his slim waist. every movement caused the hem to lift, revealing a sliver of smooth skin above his waistband that you stared at appreciatively. not to mention, the almost noticeable outline of his soft cock pressing against his sweats, hanging freely and heavily.

you'd struggled to keep your composure the entire time, mind blank as your eyes constantly moved from his groin to his shoulders to his biceps and back again. each time you repeated the seemingly never-ending, but not unwelcome, cycle, your underwear grew evermore slick with arousal. chan as observant as he is, hadn't missed a thing. his sharp eyes caught onto your subtle attempts to relieve the ache between your thighs, and he was thoroughly amused by your flustered response to simply his very being.

now he's got you here, after a torturously long, tension-filled night of knowing grins and suggestive touches, he's finally caved and taken you for everything you have.

"m'close," he pants, breath warm. "m'gonna cum in this pussy. gonna—a-ah shit—m'gonna fill you up a-and fuck it into you, nice and deep.

you don't get time to fully digest his filthy words. chan slides further down the seat, planting his feet and wrapping his arms firmly around your middle to lock you in place. any response you had dies on your tongue, and you swear you see stars burst across your vision.

this new angle has the fat tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with ruthless precision. his balls smack heavily against your puffy clit, causing cosmic sparks to shoot down your spine.

you gasp, hands flying to grip his blonde hair, your shaky thighs pressing against him on either side. your pussy clenches around his glistening length. "o-oh, fuck!"

"there she is." chan grunts, pleased with himself, and nuzzles his nose along the underside of your jaw. he kisses his way down your neck, over the bruises beginning to blossom along your slick skin, until his lips are at your breasts. you mewl when he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling on the already sensitive nub.

your fingers tug painfully on his blonde hair, pulling a deep chested groan from him. the action no doubt hurts, but you'll apologize later, when he's not busy fucking you like he hates you.

"don't stop," you plead, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes in a hot trail. you can feel that familiar band of tension in your abdomen, tightening with alarming speed.

chan releases your nipple with a satisfied, wet pop. he smooths a rough palm up along your spine until he grips the back of your neck and turns your face to meet his.

"come on," he murmurs encouragingly, hips losing it's steady pace. "come on baby, let me feel you, all of you. wanna feel you cumming around this dick, let go for me."

you tremble in his embrace, hands slipping from his damp hair, but you manage to find a grip on his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into his muscles as you cry out, that taut band snapping under his guidance. you clench, hard, and he hisses against your parted lips. his hips stutter, thrusts weak and sloppy, until he uses the last of his strength to bury himself balls deep, strong thighs flush against yours. he cums in seconds, cock throbbing as a deliciously familiar warmth splatters across your inner walls.

you go practically limp in his arms, slumping forward onto his warm, bare chest, no longer gripping onto his shoulders (or his cock) like your life depends on it.

the sounds of the frat party occupy the silence between you and chan; all wordless songs and muffled cheers. you focus on taking deep breaths to clear your mind and calm your rapidly beating heart. chan's hands rub firmly along your back; from your shoulders, down the sloping curves of your body and back up, a rhythmic motion that helps ground you to reality.

you hum weakly, taking a moment to relocate your voice. "that—that was..."

"yeah, i know," chan soothes his hands back down and over your ass, now tender and surely bruised from his earlier antics. "fuck, i seriously love you."

you manage a breathless laugh, though it sounds more like a wheeze. "that's the post-nut clarity talking, babe."

you can feel his grin against your hairline. "whatever, i still love you."

you snort, amused, and adjust your position, laying your cheek against his chest where you can faintly hear his heart beating beneath his ribcage, fast but steady.

you let it settle before you speak. "i can't believe you weren't wearing underwear."

"no one else noticed but you," his chest rumbles with laughter.

you ignore his comment, too mortified at how easily he can read you. "you did that on purpose."

"maybe," he hums cheekily. "but surely the outcome was worth?"

"maybe," you echo.

chan pinches your side lovingly and you squirm, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

"brat," he mutters, though his lips find your forehead for a tender kiss.

you let yourself sink further into his warmth, allowing time to stretch on. eventually, you feel your eyes drooping, a wave of exhaustion washing over your body and pulling at your bones. you grow heavy in chan's arms.

"baby..." he murmurs, he shifts his weight, and you feel him twitching inside you. your brows briefly pinch together at the feeling, then you settle back in, oblivious to his restlessness.

chan tightens his arms around you, and you don't think much of it, until he rolls his hips experimentally and you feel him graze against your sensitive spot with an embarrassingly audible squelch.

"chan..." you whimper, eyes snapping open and body instinctively jolting as your pleasure spikes into slightly painful, though no less enjoyable, territory.

"what?" you can hear his smirk. "i told you i was gonna fuck this cum into you."

"i-i didn't think you—ngh—that you were serious..." you bring your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers into the curls at the base of his skull, and lift your face to meet his. his plump lips are tugged up into a devious grin.

"i was more than serious, baby." he smoothes his hands under your thighs, helping you lift and drop your hips to meet his thrusts halfway. your breath hitches in your throat, fatigue fading into pleasure.

"come on, sweetheart, time for you to put in a little work, hm?"

© hanverse 2026. all rights reserved.

[seung-scrittore]

🪡 … WEARING THEIR T-SHIRT — SKZ

stray kids — (8) headcannon

synopsis! — your boyfriend is so in love with you. from the soft glint in your eyes to the fabric of your shirt, there’s not a thing he would change about you. that is, until he sees you in his clothes. there’s no going back now… he’s fallen deeper in love.

g! — fluff, lots of playful banter & corny pick-up lines, established-relationship, gn! reader

wc! — 1.7 k

an! — this took me longer than expected! hope you enjoy. i’m seriously in love with minho and i hope you can’t notice too much.

↬ CHAN

he finds you in the kitchen wearing his hoodie, sleeves enveloping your hands. the sight almost startles him, forcing him to put down his phone and study you. he doesn’t say anything at first, only watches as you stir your tea, your spoon is half-hidden in the soft fabric of his hoodie. when you finally look up, his face is pure awe. “you’re so adorable,” he murmurs, as though afraid to disturb the moment. his voice carries quiet wonder, as if this small thing has filled some unnamed corner of his heart. he steps closer and smooths the fabric over your shoulder, his touch featherlight. “it looks better on you,” he says, smiling shyly. you laugh and he tucks his chin against the top of your head, breathing in your warmth. he holds you so tightly. possessively. lovingly. later, when you fall asleep still wearing it, he presses his hand over your heart through the fabric and whispers, “keep it as long as you want. it feels like you’re keeping me.”

↬ MINHO

you’re padding around his apartment in one of his shirts, your hair still damp from the shower, humming to yourself. he leans against the doorway, watching with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “you know,” he says, “you’re getting awfully comfortable in my clothes.” you turn, raising a brow. “is that a problem?” he chuckles. “no. i’m just wondering when you’re moving in.” you blink up at him, half-smiling. “oh, is that an invitation?” he nods, stepping closer. “it’s more of an observation. because at this rate, half my wardrobe will already be in your closet.” you laugh, and he slips his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “i’m serious,” he whispers. “i like seeing you here. like this, like you belong.” you turn in his arms, hand resting against his chest. “you mean wearing your shirts and stealing your space?” he grins. “exactly that.” he presses a kiss to your hair and adds cheekily, “my space would feel so empty without you, little thief.”

↬ CHANGBIN

the first time he sees you in his shirt, he goes still. his world narrows to the sight of you standing by the window, sunlight catching in your hair, fabric draping loosely over your shoulders. his lips part as if to speak, but no words come. he just looks. you tease him, waving a hand in front of his face. “you okay?” he blinks out of his daze then smiles faintly. “you look…” he stops, shaking his head. “no. there isn’t a word for it.” he steps closer, reaching his hand out to touch you. his fingers brush the collar of the shirt, tracing where the fabric meets your skin. “it’s strange,” he says softly. “i wore this yesterday, and it was just a shirt. but on you…” you laugh, and he smiles at the sound. later, when you leave it folded by his bedside, he sits there for a long time staring at it—thinking of how it looked on you, of how something ordinary became extraordinary just because it touched you.

↬ HYUNJIN

he’s sitting on the couch reading when he hears you call his name. when he looks up, his book slips from his hand. you’re standing there in his shirt, sleeves rolled, collar slightly crooked. he stands without thinking, smoothing his hair, as if he needs to be composed for this moment. “you borrowed that?” he asks, and his tone is calm, but his eyes are bright with something softer. you nod, unsure if he likes it. he crosses the room slowly, stopping just short of you. “you’re too precious in it,” he says quietly, fingers brushing your wrist. he hesitates, then smiles faintly. “you know, i spend so much time trying to keep everything perfect. but you—” he gestures to you in the shirt, loose and unbuttoned at the cuffs, hair slightly messy—“you make everything perfect.” you laugh, flustered, and he looks down with a fond smile. “keep it,” he murmurs. “i’ll just have to buy more.” later, when you fall asleep still wearing it, he hugs you tightly to him, adoring your frame rising and falling in sweet, quiet perfection.

↬ JISUNG

he notices immediately. you’re curled up in his hoodie, the one you swore you didn’t take. he crosses his arms and pretends to be stern, though that familiar shit-eating grin already tugs at his mouth. “so that’s where it went,” he says. you look up, feigning innocence. “what?” he points at you dramatically. “my favorite hoodie. stolen in cold blood.” you giggle, but before you can speak, he strides forward, scoops you up, and spins you around. “you’re lucky you look this cute in it,” he says between huffs. your laughter fills the room, and when he sets you down on the couch, his forehead rests against yours. the teasing melts into something softer. “it’s kind of unfair,” he murmurs. “you make my clothes look better than i ever could.” you roll your eyes, but he keeps grinning. “fine, fine,” he says, “you win. but if you’re gonna steal my hoodie, i’m stealing you for the rest of the day.” he wraps his arms around you, tugging you closer. you sigh at him, “i never confirmed or denied, ji” you lean your forehead against his, pouting innocently, “but does this mean i get to keep it?” instead of responding, jisung’s hands start wandering over your shoulder, down to your waist. staring at you tenderly. when you think he’s about to kiss you, the soft traveling of his hands turns firm, sharp. the next thing you know you’re a ball of laughter and small, broken yelps as he violently tickles your sides. ribs shaking in your fit even after he stops, you sharply hit his side. the laugh still housed in your chest as you calm down. now, he’s so lucky he looks this cute, or he’d be in for some real trouble.

↬ FELIX

he comes home earlier than you expected and freezes at the doorway. you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through your phone, one of his old t-shirts hanging loosely over you. his breath catches. it’s such a small thing, but it hits him like sunlight after rain. “that’s mine,” he says, laughing softly. you nod, teasing. “yeah. you left it in my drawer, remember?” he rubs the back of his neck and grins, flustered. “i didn’t think i’d ever see it on you.” he looks away, the sight feels too intimate to take in all at once. he’s smiling, but his hands twitch a little, uncertain what to do. you walk over and tug at the shirt’s hem. looking up at him, “you don’t like it?”, you ask teasingly. he meets your eyes, and whispers. “no. i love it. i just… don’t know what to do with how much i love it.” he laughs at himself, embarrassed, and you laugh too. he hides his red cheeks behind a hand but you can see just how flustered you’ve made him. stepping up to him, you gently move his hand away from his face, placing a swift kiss right where it had been, then placing his hand back. he turns to you grinning, “how are you so cute? i’m going to have a heart attack.”

↬ SEUNGMIN

you wear his hoodie one quiet morning, thinking nothing of it. he sees you and freezes. there’s something in his eyes that wasn’t there before. he steps closer, brushing a hand against your sleeve as if to prove you’re real. “hey, that’s not yours,” he says, and his voice is small. the obvious statement making you want to giggle at him. you smile. “it was cold.” he swallows hard. “you should keep it. please, i mean.” he laughs under his breath, but it sounds like a confession. “it’s stupid, but i need to see you wearing that all the time. you’re adorable. perfect, even.” you try to bite back the smile forming on your lips, “you’re right it’s stupid”. he scoffs and walks over to you, eyes never tearing from you clad in his clothes. even though you think he’s being cheesy, you take his hand, gently, and tell him you’ll wear it until it falls apart. that makes him smile so sweetly and gently. later, when he hugs you, he tugs at the fabric again, whispering, “don’t give it back yet. not ever, maybe.” he doesn’t mean the hoodie. he means this—the nearness, the safety, the warmth you both carry now that you’re together. you lean against him, “i wasn’t planning on it, stupid.” the sound of the two of you laughing fills the air.

↬ JEONGIN

you’re wearing his old hoodie, the oversized one with the fading logo he refuses to throw out. he walks in, squints at you dramatically, and points like a detective mid-case. “aha. the culprit!” you grin, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he gasps theatrically. “a liar and a thief.” he throws a small throw pillow at you, shouting, “put your hands in the air! we’ve caught you red-handed.” you dodge and giggle at his antics, that sweet sound is all it takes for his fake outrage to melt. he crosses the room and pulls you into a hug, his laughter muffled against your hair. “you’re ridiculous,” you tell him, and he hums in agreement. “yeah, but i’m ridiculous for you.” he rocks you gently, pressing his chin to your head. “you know,” he murmurs, “if you wanted more of my clothes, you could just ask.” you tilt your head up, smiling. “oh, could i?” he nods, grinning. “in fact, take them all. i want to see you in every hoodie i own. scientific purposes.” “what kind of scientific experiment are you running?” you run your hands through his hair. you both laugh, but when he looks down at you again, his smile softens. “well, so far... that one suits you most. maybe because it smells like me. or maybe because it looks like home.”

[irkkii]

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© irkkii '26

[weoris]

THE CAR’S OUTSIDE ⊹ · YJW 양정원 WORK OF FICTION

001 ┊ ❛ LOVIN’ FROM AFAR ❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ chapter one ━━━ 양정원 playlist‎ masterlist

🗯️ ━━━ the line between friends and something more always blurred with you and jungwon. so much that everyone thought of you two as an item. until jungwon suddenly distanced himself. just like that, he found a new girl, and claimed in front of a hole party that he never cared about his clingy ex-best friend. ‎ so when he finds out that you would possibly join the school’s showcase, something that was supposed to be his final stage before graduation, he’s not taking it easy — not when he’s tried so hard to cut you out of his life and you just came back every time.

GENRE. angst, barely any fluff, childhood best friends au, high school au wc. 9k words.

P𝓐IRING. childhood bestfriend!yang jungwon x fem!reader, friends to strangers / enemies to lovers, jungwon x sullyoon from nmixx ❪ side fling ❫

WARNING ׂ  ׅ ' . drinking, partying, all characters are of age, not proofread, jungwon being kind of an asshole.

🎥 FEATURING! jake, sunghoon 엔하이픈! sullyoon of NMIXX 🗯️ the boyz sunwoo le sserafim chaewon. JAEHYUN—boynextdoor.

DISCLAIMER this story is completely fictional, character portrayal is not based on the idols in real life. for the sake of this story, all the characters are the same age.

𝑨𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝑵𝗢𝗧𝗘 ✉️ finally the first chapter! this has been sitting in my drafts for too long.. the chapter names are song titles on the playlist, and if you couldn’t tell, this whole series is inspired heavily by music! the playlist is also ordered in accordance with how I imagined the story progresses so like.. spoilers ???

i. say you won’t let go - i love you 3000 - understand

GROWING UP, YOU NEVER FELT LEFT OUT OR ALONE.

Why?

because you had the closest, sweetest best friend by your side, stuck to your hip. Jungwon and you were practically inseparable.

you never had a problem finding a partner for a project or a game, to hold your bag when your shoulders hurt, to wipe your tears when your mom scolded you.

no matter how much you teased him and how much he pouted at you, he couldn’t leave your side.

but it was like just over one summer, with him already growing 3 inches over you, his voice suddenly turning deeper, how he had grown into his features and learnt how to dress, it was like you didn’t know how to act in front of your own best friend.

in the library on an ordinary lunch break, he towered over you from behind, a hand hovering on your hip as he chuckled and looked down at you.

Jungwon wasn’t stupid, he could tell the pink hue on your cheeks wasn’t just from the summer heat.

“Shorty~” he cooed, grabbing the book from the shelf that you were struggling to get.

god.. these days, he was getting too cocky for his own good.

on the days where you were too spent from school, he’d walk you home with his hand around your back, bringing your arm to wrap around his shoulder.

even if he had been so tired from dance practise, he couldn’t just leave you be.

“ah.. you’re so heavy..” he groaned, setting your sleepy figure down on the bed.

your eyes, half open, found his figure hovering over yours as he laid you down. jungwon carefully pulled your covers over your figure, before he pulled back to leave your room.

until he felt a gentle grip, tugging on his wrist back. “Stay..”

he froze, standing above your bed for about 10 seconds. but before you knew it, you felt a dip by your mattress, as he sat in front of the laying figure.

jungwon looked away from you, and shyly muttered something that sounded like “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

or other times at lunch when you’d be a little messy. he knew your habit of eating and not noticing dressing or some sauce was left on your lip.

“Tsk.. you’re so clumsy.” He said, as he wipes off the sauce from your lip. this time, you’re the one who freezes in your spot.

and jungwon seems to realise the weight of his actions too, hand gently resting on your jaw as he wipes the sauce off your lip. his eyes widen, you turn red, and you both look away and pretend nothing happened.

you couldn’t look at him straight anymore, pretending like you weren’t affected by looking down and clearing your throat.

He talked to you about his dreams, you talked to him about your lack of. you came to every dance showcase, brought snacks after practise.

“A stage that big.. could you imagine? just to watch one person dance..” Jungwon muttered, sprawled out on your bed as you try to tune your new hand-me-down guitar your aunt gave you.

you looked up at him and chuckled, “Don’t forget about me when you’re on that stage.”

Jungwon scoffs, getting up as he watches your fingers press absentmindedly on the chords you’ve learnt this week.

“Don’t be stupid. first off, I could never get that famous. And second,” Jungwon trails off, hesitating to admit something. “Second.. how could I ever forget you?”

your gaze softens for a moment, tearing your eyes from the guitar to look up at him. it’s the first time in 16 years where the tension isn’t just snarky remarks and teasing, but it actually feels like something.

Jungwon purses his lips, dimples on full view as he looks away shyly. “I’ll look for you first in the audience. I promise.”

“Do I get free backstage passes?” You add, looking up at him with a grin that makes his stomach do this weird flip that’s been occurring too many times these days.

he rolls his eyes, but a soft smile rests on his face. “Cmon, you’re like.. vvvip.”

Sounds about right.

“Ok good. I like being vvvip.”

you know you fell for him that day. when he just stayed over, singing along to random songs you learnt. and you didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered at you, the way he seemed eager to listen to the new songs you learnt.

he couldn’t go a day without talking to you.

Jungwon would wait under your house to walk to school together, fingers just barely touching. he got upset when you didn’t show up after his dance practices to pick him up, but got all giddy whenever you said you’d treat him to his favourite rice cakes as compensation.

he used to smile at you at the little hint of an inside joke, poke or gently nudge your leg under tables just to tease you.

There were even times where you let yourself be vulnerable to him. he was like.. your person?

“I don’t think I have a dream.” you blurted out tiredly, gazing over the city lights.

“That’s a blessing in disguise. People who have dreams are constantly worried about not achieving them.” Jungwon murmurs back after a pause, still looking at the clear night sky above him, lying down behind you.

“Easy for you to say. You’re the most driven person I know.” You scoff out, fingers fiddling with the ears of his stuffed animal on your lap, and turning your head back to look at him.

a chuckle escaped his lips, just thinking about his dream. jungwon was in love with dancing, and although a risky choice, that passion made you question whether you should be feeling the same thing. like you should have a dream you were that passionate about.

his eyes sparkled for gods sakes, and you didn’t know how he even managed to do that. how Jungwon’s eyes looked so doe-like and sparkly, brighter than all the city lights in front of you.

you sigh again and rest your back against the concrete, laying next to him. His eyes travel to your face, tilting his head to the side as his eyes soften, and his teasing smile fades away.

Maybe you weren’t joking this time.. but it was hard to focus on how sad you were when you looked so pretty being it.

Is it a surprise he thinks you’re beautiful? Maybe it was, because never in his life would he expect to fall for you, you were only his best friend. Lines shouldn’t be crossed.

but you can’t really control it, can you?

no matter how hard he tried to fight it, jungwon couldn’t stop the way his heart beat just a little faster when he saw you this close. He wonders if it’s even your beauty he stares at, or if it’s also the closeness.

The knowledge that nobody else has seen you like this, and nobody has seen him like this. The feeling of being in your own world.

“Jungwon..?” You finally whispered, tilting your head to your side.

“Mm..” You didn’t expect to catch him staring at you again. Usually, he’d look away before you caught on, or clear his throat and blink away. This time he didn’t.

He looks at you as if he doesn’t want to look at anything else. Not just your eyes, his gaze travels to your shoulders, your hands on his stuffed animal, your hair that drapes over his pillow, that he knows is going to smell like your shampoo now.

“..some dreams aren’t that clear. you’re just hearing people talk about their dream jobs.. or how rich they want to be.” he whispers.

you tear your eyes away from his, because his gaze feels too strong to hold.

“Isn’t that all there is to life? Work is life..” you chuckle dryly, looking back up at the sky.

Jungwon looks down for a second, and a silence envelopes the atmosphere. “You’re the last person I thought would say that.”

“I guess I’ve just become a bit negative.. I just feel like I’m lagging behind everyone.” you sigh again. but Jungwon doesn’t focus on how different you seem, his hand just finds yours.

your breath hitched, not even realising your anxious movements he stopped. his delicate fingers just gently on yours, like he’s trying to stop you from fidgeting. “You’re not lagging behind..”

“I’m envious of you.. I think I have too many dreams, and if I don’t meet them, I’d.. I think I’d crash out.” He laughs, lighthearted in his expression for the first time since the conversation.

Your eyes find his, but for the first time, he isn’t initiating eye contact, he doesn’t even look at you. Still, you see the faint blush on his cheeks, and his touch, with his gaze, lingers on your hand.

“But.. some dreams aren’t just materialistic. I.. I think..” he’s stalling, because he knows he’s not just comforting you. he’s confessing something he doesn’t even know. “well in my case.. my best dream is the one right in front of me.”

your breath hitches again at his words. you want to believe what you’re thinking, but you wonder if that’d even be possible.

You being his dream? Really? still, your hand reciprocates his touch, thumb just gently grazing the back of his hand.

you look down at your shared contact, and Jungwon finally looks up at you. he looks at you only when you look away, when you don’t notice. he notices your lashes low as you gaze at his hand, how your voice is soft as you hum back, your breath steadier.

his response is probably not the most practical, reasonable answer you wanted, but it puts you at ease for just a moment. and it makes the mood suddenly more intimate, although you both don’t do anything else.

you realised two things that day.

one, that your crush on Jungwon was getting more dangerous, the more you thought about the possibilities that he might like you too.

and two, that you found a dream. a real goal. it had something to do with Jungwon’s dream.

but sometimes, you find yourself not understanding him at all. and you didn’t want to believe it was true, but it became so when you both started senior year.

“Where’re we eating?” you hummed, hands in your pockets as you walked up to his desk.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow and looked back at you. “uh.. I brought lunch from home.” he said, sounding a little avoidant.

but you shrugged. “So? Just come with me to get my food.” you said nonchalantly, since he always came off campus with you to get lunch.

but this time, you thought you caught a grimacing expression on his face.

“I can’t.. I’m having lunch with the guys. I’ll just see you in class, alright? Bye..” he dismissed, sighing softly and walking away.

your eyebrows raised at his sudden mood, blinking in surprise.

Oh?

Maybe he just had a bad mood today..

or maybe you had done something?

you guessed it wasn’t the first option when you saw him laughing cheerfully with the new female transfer student.

“Jungwon!” You called out, after one night where you waited for him after dance practise.

He didn’t ask you to, he never had to. And you knew it would’ve been awkward considering he had been high-key ignoring you for the past few days. With his dance bag in hand, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Oh.” He sighs when he notices. And you swear you hear him utter “you again..” under his breath.”

“What? Don’t you wanna go.. get ice cream or something?” you say, acting like everything is ok.

but the knit in his eyebrows, the way he has to close his eyes and take a breath before speaking up, like he’s frustrated, sends you another message.

“Y/n. Stop this.. stop. Stop waiting on me.” Jungwon says, making you pause again. “We don’t have to be around each other all the time. I have my own life, ok? that doesn’t include you.” He stutters, but doesn’t stop.

“And it’s.. it’s embarrassing to have you fuss over me. It’s not like we’re dating..”

your blood ran cold. he was making it seem like you were the pushy one, like he didn’t embolden you to act on your feelings. it was as if he knew you like him, and was using your sensitivity to his advantage.

“But.. we don’t act like that.” You tried to argue, voice cracking slightly as tears pooled your eyes. you hated fighting with him, the one person you trusted most in the world. and you hated being the sensitive one, not the one to respond to him when he was being vulnerable.

“We do.. And it’s getting old. And frankly annoying.”

Jungwon runs a hand through his hair, sighing like.. almost like you’re a minor nuisance he needs to get over. You looked down, fighting back the tears that threatened to run down your cheeks.

Jungwon sighs, glancing down at your teary eyes. Something in his heart twists, but he pushes it aside. “Sorry, ok? Don’t cry.. just.. accept the fact that I don’t want to be as close to you as we were anymore, alright?”

And when he didn’t stop and drop his bag, or wrap his arms around you, whispering soft apologies, and instead started walking away? you realised that maybe he really didn’t feel the same.

ii heather - paper hearts - every breath you take

CHAEWON GIGGLED AND NUDGED YOUR ARM, showing her phone to you.

"You and jungwon?! You two were childhood friends?" She spoke, making your eyes widen at the kiddy photo on her phone.

"How'd you find out!?" you scoffed, trying to grab at her phone.

but she ignored your question, pointing and chuckling at the photo she caught from your mom’s Facebook.

"Why is he wearing a Cinderella dress? Awhh! did you dress him up~?" Chaewon raised her eyebrow and cooed again.

You rolled your eyes and went back to picking at your cold school lunch. "No.." you muttered.

Chaewon wasn’t as oblivious as Jungwon. she noticed your dismissive attitude.

she immediately cleared her throat and turned her phone off, as she started talking about something else. “So, you gonna come with me to Jaehyun’s party?”

But as she tried to distract you, she noticed how you looked up and your eyes almost sparkled.

Chaewon furrowed her eyebrows and looked in your direction, until she realised why you were staring.

The same guy she was talking about, Yang Jungwon..

you looked up and your gaze followed his movements as he walked to his table with his friends, laughing and talking.

You remember how you'd be the one making him laugh.

the one sitting next to him during lunch, the cause of his pretty smile — not his douchebag friends.

you'd be the one he looked at and listened to intently, with sparkly eyes when talking — not the girl under his arm who kept giggling and blushing.

he chuckled and leaned close to her, whispering something in her ear.

you didn’t care, obviously. why would you care? why would you care about what he said? why it made Sullyoon giggle and turn even more red. why she nudged his chest playfully. why jungwon grinned and giggled back.

why he bit his lip, his eyes gazed at her pretty, gorgeous smile.

the way he looked at you when he used to tease you.

Chaewon saw how you let out a little sigh and your eyes dropped. god, they were gross. your gaze turned bitter, picking at your food harshly.

she softly grabbed your shoulder and made you look away from him. "Hey.. Sunwoo and I are going to Jaehyun’s birthday next week, you should come too!" Chaewon said in a chipper tone.

You looked back at her and blinked, distracting yourself from him.

"Sure, I guess.." you chuckled dryly and looked down, continuing to pick at your food.

and It seemed that jungwon sensed the two laser beams from your eyes staring into the side of his head. as he looked up, tearing his gaze away from sullyoon and to you instead..

He gulped and scowled at you, why were you everywhere he went, even when he tried to keep running away?

you think you’re being cursed when you’re assigned cleaning-classroom duty with Jungwon of all people today.

how you had to stand and watch as he kissed Sullyoon’s cheek goodbye, reassuring her that he’d see her after school.

he doesn’t miss the scoff you let you as you put your bag down. he doesn’t look away from your form as you sigh through your nose, chin up in a walk past him that looks arrogant.

‘What’s your problem?’ Jungwon wants to say. ‘Jealous much? Thought I couldn’t find better?’

as you stand behind the teachers table, grabbing a pair of plastic gloves. Jungwon swears to stay silent, not wanting to open up Pandora’s box with you again.

“Yah.. Y/n!” Sunwoo says, outside the door of the classroom, sweat clinging to his forehead and panting, his school bag slung lazily over his shoulder.

“Sunwoo? What are you doing here?” you mutter, putting down the cleaning supplies in your hands as he walks up to you.

Jungwon can’t help but watch from the side, gaze lingering for a second too long.

“Here. You left these in my bag earlier.” Sunwoo takes a pack of some medicine, to which Jungwon knows is for your allergies.

because he used to take care of you, remind you to take medication.

you gasped, grabbing the pack immediately. “Oh my god, I love you. I thought I lost these—I was just going to waste some money and buy new ones..”

Sunwoo scoffs, flicking your forehead, to which you scowl and rub the spot to soothe the pain. “Idiot.. I’ll be waiting at the cafe alright? We can eat before we go.” He says, head slightly tilted.

Jungwon wonders how comfortable you two could’ve been, to the point where Sunwoo is allowed to fuss over you.

“Your treat?” you coo sweetly, and the tone just makes him feel sick, a bit heavy in his chest.

but Sunwoo chuckles and rolls his eyes. “When is it ever not..”

When Sunwoo leaves, Jungwon finally lets out the huffing exhale that he’s been holding, and it catches your attention.

you raise an eyebrow, “What’s your problem?” you saw the words he wanted to say bitterly earlier.

Jungwon raises his eyebrows, standing in front of you with the teachers desk between you two. “Nothing.” He says, almost emotionless.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” His jaw tightens, you catch that. but Jungwon doesn’t reply, he doesn’t want to risk saying something stupid.

the silence is loud, as you collect the random pieces of your trash your classmates dropped.

“How’s yoojung?” You spoke up about his sister, reminding him of how close you were to his family. And he cringed at the domestic knowledge.

“Fine.” he replies dryly.

The air grows awkward, as you two move around the classroom silently, picking up trash, sweeping the floor, cleaning the black boards. “..Guess we better hurry up then. Your date is waiting outside, isn’t he?” Jungwon says finally, as you both almost finish up cleaning.

You knit your brows, glancing down at the floor in confusion. “You mean Sunwoo?”

“Oh, is that his name?” Jungwon rolls his eyes, with a sarcastically sweet tone. and you can’t help but scoff, because Sunwoo and Jungwon have been in the same this whole year. Jungwon was doing the ultimate douchebag move, pretending he didn’t know.

“Are you serious? That’s your problem?”

“I have no problem.” he huffs.

“Your problem is me having a friend who’s a guy that isn’t you?” You say in an accusatory tone, almost like a statement rather than a question.

Jungwon feels his blood boil. with jealousy? with the rising tension of this argument? he doesn’t know. “My only problem is with you.” he scoffs, but shows a flash of regret immediately when he notices your confused and wilted expression.

your grip loosens on your bag strap, as your eyes soften a little. but they immediately harden again, eyebrows knitted in frustration.

but instead of questioning him, you grab your bag again, and head out the door. you don’t want to unpack this baggage anymore.

Jungwon’s expression stiffens, holding his bag strap in the middle of the classroom like an idiot. Of course you’re running again. You’re always leaving, and he’s somehow always there to see you leaving him.

This time, you’re not alone. Outside, it’s Sunwoo’s car that you’re getting into. And Jungwon’s eyes can’t seem to look away, even when his girlfriend enters the classroom all chipper.

iii. so far away - we can’t be friends - the one that got away

JAEHYUNS HOUSE WAS A MESS, as the fresh air from outside was immediately drowned out by the suffocating atmosphere, students dancing, singing out nostalgic songs, a few bottles popped.

“Ouf- c’mere..” sunwoo says, taking off his jacket while grabbing onto your hand. both of your eyes narrow as you escape the strangling party air, while Chaewon blends in like it’s her second home.

with a sigh, you both sit down at the kitchen counter, next to a few other people you don’t know. you know enough to recognise they’re not apart of your school, probably college students.

knowing Myung Jaehyun and his crazy social circle, he probably knew these bad-influencing kids doing drugs in the corner or taking more beer cans than they needed out of the fridge.

Two of the said college girls, whom you recognise from another party years ago, approach you both, passing you two shot glasses like it’s nothing.

You scoffed at the speed of the first alcoholic offer, while Sunwoo grabs the cup fast as he can.

suddenly, ningning’s eyes brighten up at the door. “Oh, sullyoon!” ningning exclaims, waving her hand to call her over.

The name she calls out sends a chill down your spine. because you know who she came with. and sure enough, there she is, with Jungwon’s arm around her.

funnily enough, she’s wearing the same jacket you got for him for his 15th birthday. (where you begged for your mom to pay for, because you knew how much he wanted it)

Sunwoo noticed immediately. His wide eyes turned low, as he followed your gaze to the couple arriving to the house.

Jungwon was smiling and laughing with his friends. Holding her hand like it belonged there. was this really the same guy that made your chest feel like it was too heavy to stand up right now? to make you feel so hollow inside?

you hate how your eyes burn, but can’t pull away from the sight of his arm around her, how he introduces her to all his friends, and how they all compliment her.

because she was so fucking perfect, wasn’t she? so perfect that jungwon risked your friendship over her.

in this life, she was the one that got him. or rather, he was the one that chose her. and she didn’t even have to try. because jungwon wanted to kiss her, to dote on her and dance with her, show her off to all his friends.

and he still got shy, all red and giggly whenever someone teased him about his new girlfriend, like the old Jungwon.

but in another life? maybe you could be his girl. He’d actually choose you. maybe jungwon wouldn’t be ashamed of you.

he wouldn’t have to be the one that got away.

the bitter taste of the shot of whatever burns your throat, as you gulp it down without even thinking. something to numb that hollow pain.

Everyone sings along to So Far Away over the speakers, and it makes your ears cringe the way everyone is trying to sing along to jungkook’s voice. but it all faded away when your eyes trail to Jungwon’s pretty smile again. the way his eyes crinkled. how endearing he looked.

the blend of sharp raps and the male humming adlibs in the background make you feel lost, like Jungwon is this being that’s just unreachable.

Everything feels overstimulating. you can’t even focus, and sunwoo hates that you can’t even hum along to the music. from you yapping about how you want suga to rap right by your ear, to not being able to enjoy the song.

“Come on, lightweight.” He sighs, trying to squeeze in some humour to your already weakening mind.

It’s nearing midnight, the party’s dwindled down from hours before when you first came.

Somehow, you find yourself sitting between Sunwoo and Chaewon in a circle of people from your school, including the infuriating couple in front of you.

they didn’t really do much to be annoying, not too much with the pda or clinginess. but it was almost like they were trying to piss you off.

like there was no way he was whispering something in her ear, even nibbling a little, making her giggle and push him away, while he pulled back, not to just piss you off, right?

you think you’re delusional, but the way he glances at you as he smirks and pulls away.. that’s got to be intentional.

look what I’m doing without you, it’s like he’s saying. even though you don’t know why you did wrong.

An innocent game of truth or drink, Jaehyun suggested.

After a few drinks, a few spilled secrets, (and a few glares to the boy in front of you) you’re leaning against Sunwoo’s shoulder. a little tipsy, a little droopy. and a lot emotional.

it got annoying to see Jungwon’s hands interlacing Sullyoon’s. the way everyone immediately accepted her and laughs at her jokes, or called her cute, to which Jungwon proudly smiled.

his friends never liked you much. it seems that it wasn’t only him that who found a replacement for you.

You didn’t focus a lot much on what was happening in the room. Chaewon kissed a random girl as part of a dare, another guy took his first ever shot, a girl was on her phone, not socialising and probably wanting to leave.

“Alright, here’s a deep one. When was the last time you hurt, or got hurt by someone you really cared about?” Someone asks, a truth or drink question directed at jungwon.

he stiffens a little

and you think you’re going crazy when you see him glancing at you.

“Last time I got hurt? Hm..” he pretends to think. “I guess when my ex-best friend and I started to drift apart..” he says with a casual expression, like it’s a thing of the past.

and you notice how everyone looks impressed at how ‘bravely healed’ he was, and all it does is make you want to throw up.

“I had to cut them off. They got a bit too.. hm- obsessive and clingy?”

ok, now you really wanted to throw up.

he lets out a little scoff, a faint smirk on his lips. and you swear he looks at you again. “But I guess I realised I never cared about that person anyway. I never will.”

the room goes silent for a moment, before some people coo in admiration.

“That’s right.. people like that don’t deserve attention anyway.” Jaehyun speaks up, backing up Jungwon.

Meanwhile, Sunwoo pauses in discomfort.. Jake and sunghoon look around, laughing and clearing their throats nervously.

Chaewon joins in on the majority reaction of admiration, but furrows her eyebrows when she tries to put two and two together.

“You’re so cool, jungwon~” another guy says, patting his back, as he goes on a side rant about his obsessive ex girlfriend, while Jungwon smirks with a little chuckle.

but you couldn’t even look at him without hearing the venom laced in his tone again.

never cared about you. never would.

18 years of friendship, it never mattered to him.

you can’t help but wonder what you did to make him so bitter? to despise you the way he did.

to the point where Sullyoon was in your position, grazing his thigh and smiling at him, both out of comfort and like she was proud of him.

to the point where he was saying he never cared about you.

“Sorry.. where’s the bathroom?” you whispered, awkwardly excusing yourself from the group and clutching your stomach, acting like you had a stomach issue.

Jungwon’s eyes follow your figure. for a second, a hint of guilt flashes through his eyes. maybe he took it too far.

but that can’t erase the pain he felt from you all those months before. This was your fault, not his. he shouldn’t be feeling care for you the way he did anymore.

jungwon doesn’t allow his heart to feel heavy, or the sweat to cling onto his forehead. he doesn’t even allow himself to think of how he used to smile with you, or ruffle your hair and wipe your tears.

when you reach an empty space, you shakily try to breathe in, fanning yourself to calm down.

Chaewon comes following you, without a word as she leaves the group.

“Hey.. what’s wrong?” you can hear her slurred voice, obviously intoxicated, but the sincerity is clear.

you look back at her, putting on a smile, as you quickly cover your teary eyes. but you couldn’t hide the involuntary sniffle.

“Oh, nothing. I just.. little stomachache.”

Chaewon furrows her brows, hearing your voice crack. “Y/n?” She gasps when she sees your red eyes, immediately wiping away the tears that fall.

she doesn’t say anything. she just wraps her arms around your shoulders, brushing your hair gently. you don’t say anything either.

It feels too awkward to admit why you feel this way. you’ve only told Sunwoo over a drunken night anyway.

“You’ve got to tell me why you’re crying tomorrow. I’m too drunk to remember anything right now.” Chaewon says, making you laugh at the sudden admission.

pulling back, you nod. “Mhm.. I’ll tell you all about it.”

“I didn’t know.. you went through that..” Sullyoon says back in the group, an innocent smile on her face as she rubs the back of his hand with her thumb.

it snaps Jungwon out of his trance, as he chuckles, acting all high and mighty.

Of course she doesn’t know. She didn’t know his past, she didn’t know his future. Sullyoon was only there for the present. maybe he should give her the benefit of the doubt, the only had been dating for a month.

you knew him since diapers, and what he dreamed of doing till he grew too old to walk. you were there for his and he thought you’d be there for his future. maybe the main character for it.

but you didn’t know the present, what kind of person he was now.

and Jungwon liked that. he didn’t want you knowing him anymore.

he didn’t want Sullyoon knowing what you did either. he didn’t want her to know about his past with you, she didn’t have to know about his regrets. but the thought of her knowing about his future, his dreams of dancing, the thought loomed over his head.

Jungwon tried to ignore the holes Sunwoo is glaring into his head right now, as he smirked hesitantly and nodded, his grip loosening on Sullyoon’s hand.

iv. sweet - apocalypse - better for you

THE NEXT DAY PASSES LIKE A BLUR. Jaehyun’s sister offered you a ride home, after you managed to escape from that stupid game secretly from the back exit.

Sunwoo had been sending you text after text, not asking if you were ok. He already knew the answer to that one.

‘I’ll stop by tomorrow morning with your favourite snacks, ok? Chaewon will come too. Don’t feel bad over what that jerk said, you don’t need him to care about you anyway.’

you wake up to a stream of reassuring messages, talking shit about Jungwon, while talking about you like you’re the only girl in the world.

but you couldn’t stop watching the videos, all the selfies and photos you took with jungwon, reminiscing over how sweet he was with you.

the photo of the flowers he got you when you cried over getting stood up on your first date.

the video of him with a dog filter on, just a short clip of him and his friend, an update he sent you randomly with the text, ‘I’m at karaoke right now~’

(you didn’t even ask what he was doing, but he for some reason, liked to pull on your heart strings an send you random updates throughout the day)

your old text messages, videos he recorded of you doing silly things with his cackling laughter in the background.

Although your head is throbbing, your heart feels ache worse than you ever have. you’re conscious enough to know what you’re doing, just breaking yourself down more.

when they arrive at your house, Chaewon beelines for your bed, sunglasses perched on her nose to cover how hungover she is. She makes a quick apology, saying she really cares for you, but needs to lay down.

“So.. tell me what happened. Because why does Sunwoo know and I don’t??” Chaewon pouts, reaching up to cup your cheek and slapping it affectionately. You roll your eyes, but her antics make you laugh as you push her hand away, the mattress dipping below you when you sit down next to her.

Chaewon reacts at every single little detail as you explain. From the cute stories you had with Jungwon as kids, to how your relationship was about to blossom into a childhood friend's romance story, only for him to stab you in the heart and suddenly give you the cold shoulder.

“No fucking way.. I could’ve sworn he had feelings for you.” Chaewon murmured, her head on your lap now. “That’s why the whole school was shocked when he started getting close to Sullyoon.”

and your stomach stirs again.

all you can do is gulp down, taking a breath before you say something stupid.

“That fucker doesn’t deserve you anyway.” Sunwoo says bitterly, smacking his lips like a nagging parent. “Never trusted him.”

“But why would he do that? It’s kind of stupid, isn’t it? He’s got to have a reason.” Chaewon speaks up again.

but you don’t want to look back anymore. you want to say, ‘that’s what I’m saying!’ but you feel like the energy has been zapped out of you. “I don’t know..”

while Sunwoo, he doesn’t want to indulge into the past. He’s dealt with you going through all the stages of grief except acceptance.

“Stop pouting.. Do you know how many times I struggle not to laugh when you cry?” Sunwoo says, before getting interrupted with a pillow hurled to his face.

At least that day you didn’t cry like you thought you would. Chaewon and Sunwoo were entertaining, and you were glad for that, because it distracted you from your ‘the one that got away’ heart break.

you didn’t even go on your secret account to stalk Jungwon’s profile. (because of course, he blocked you.)

they sang songs with you, the new ones you learnt on your guitar, like the way Jungwon used to do, except your heart wasn’t fluttering with every glance or touch.

You laughed more than you thought you would, singing nostalgic songs, with Sunwoo and Chaewon fighting over whose elaborate performance was more dramatic and worthy to go on X Factor.

You all sang along to Try Again too many times to count, as you strummed dramatically, driven by laughter and emotion. Chaewon and Sunwoo didn’t really match d.ear or jaehyun’s level of vocals, but the smile was engraved on your face at this point from smiling.

you were laughing, actually laughing, watching Sunwoo and Chaewon sing their hearts out, it made everything different. the tears forming in your eyes weren’t from missing Jungwon, but from laughter, real happiness.

They come to your house like a ritual now. You tried to ignore Jungwon the best you could at school, avoiding him or Sullyoon, or even Jake or Sunghoon like the plague. you don’t need to see Jungwon and Sullyoon all over each other, because apparently their honeymoon phase was still going strong.

“Oh? What’s this little thing~?” Chaewon coos, taking out a piece of paper with some writing. You barely pay attention to her, tuning your guitar.

That is until.. she starts reading it out.

“All of the city lights, never shine as bright as your eyes~” your eyes widen immediately, as you drop your guitar back to your mattress and reach for the sheet of lyrics. “Yah- Stop!”

Sunwoo looks up at you two, pulling up his phone to record the moment with a little chuckle.

Chae giggles, running around your little room, jumping up on your bed to continue reading the lyrics. “Don’t wanna leave you anymore! I’m tired of loving from afar- and.. never being where you are?” she trails off.. realising what you’re talking about.

“Stop looking at him like that.” Chaewon chuckles, nudging your side as you wait for Jungwon, who’s at the lunch line, bangs brushed just above his eyes, a bit tousled and messy.

his blazer makes his shoulders look a bit broader and more intimidating, but his smile making him look too adorable not to stare.

Oh yeah, and Jake’s next to him.

“Like what..”

“Like you want to run over there and kiss the living shit out of him.”

you roll your eyes. Although you’re still struggling to hide your growing feelings, you’re getting better at pretending when you’ve gotten caught. “Your brain works really weirdly..”

“Ok romeo.. loving from afar? You know that never works right..” Chaewon sounds amused, she’s smirking.

“Yeah, and that’s not what this is.”

“Hey! I got you your juice~” Jungwon coos, sitting next to you like he belongs there.

“Oh! Thank you..” you trail off, eyes and voice immediately softening by default.

Chaewon scoffs, meanwhile Jake munched on his own meal like it was nobody’s business, not a juice box or even a ‘hello’ for her in sight.

maybe you were right, she thinks. you’re not loving from afar. You both were doing it right in front of each other, loving each other so obviously, but too blind to notice.

Sunwoo stops recording, pausing in confusion, meanwhile she continues reading. But you quickly snatch the piece of paper from her. “What?” Sunwoo whines.

A scoff escapes Chaewon’s lips, “Y/n!”

“It’s nothing! It’s just some.. random lyrics I wrote down.” you crumple up the paper, but she reaches her arms out, trying to grab it. “Wow, I’m being left out again? Fake fri—” Sunwoo deadpans.

“She wrote a song about Jungwon!”

“No I didn’t!” your argument gets you a bit distracted, and Chaewon manages to grab the lyric scrap.

“Ok— ‘so many things I’d rather hear than fight, so for now it’s goodbye’? ‘You know the truth better than anyone else, You claim you don’t care, when I need you the most’? Is that not supposed to be about Jungwon!?”

you roll your eyes, burying your head in your hands when you hear your lyrics out loud for real. Sunwoo throws his phone down to the bed as he sits next to Chaewon, reading the lyrics.

“I thought we were healing you! Forgetting about that jerk!” Chaewon says. “Damn, these are pretty good..” Sunwoo seems to ignore her words, to which she smacks his arm in retaliation.

you sigh and roll your eyes, falling back to the bed. “I wrote the latest lyric like 2 weeks ago after the party. It's old news. It’s basically trash..”

“Oh yeah? Then why is it not in the trash? Why is it sitting out here? Waiting to be sung?” Chaewon coos.

Yeah, why wasn’t it in the trash? It should have been. You shouldn’t have been singing along to it last night, writing and erasing more lyrics. “Y/n, i am throwing this—” Chae sighs, shaking her head, as she stands up.

But Sunwoo is quick to grab it. “Wait, hold on.. Y/n this is actually good—how come you’ve never shown us your songwriting?” Sunwoo looks down at you, the corners of his lips rising a little.

“It was.. it’s just a little project, it’s not something special.” you stutter, a bit surprised and embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Chaewon scoffs at Sunwoo’s compliments. “Yeah, and I don’t want to hear an emotional song about a back-stabbing bastard.”

you can’t hide a smirk at her words, but Sunwoo ignores it, pulling your arms to sit you up. “Come on! Play it for us!”

“No, throw it away for us!” Chaewon immediately interrupted, making Sunwoo roll his eyes again. “Y/n, forget about Jungwon. This is great stuff, really. And you’ve got a great voice!”

great stuff was a stretch. maybe it was just Sunwoo sensing your overwhelming emotion in the lyrics. Chaewon sighs, grabbing her jacket and keys. “Oh god.. I have to go to my tutor but Y/n? Forget that song! Trust me, throwing those lyrics will be worth it.”

you think she’s right, you want her to be right. because you really want to put these lyrics from months ago past you.

when she finally leaves, Sunwoo pats the space on the bed in front of him, while he sits on your desk chair. “Come on, just play once?”

you don’t even know what you want. you gaze at the sheet again, a crumpled piece of paper with few words scribbled with pencil, over erased markings of lyrics you thought didn’t sound right. (or expressed your story right)

You had sung this song almost every other night. Why? because it was set in one of those ‘in another life’ scenarios.

The song — without a title yet — talked about a couple, a real couple, who had separated, speaking from the point of view of the partner who still yearned for their lover. but in this song, it seemed like you were singing to someone who wanted you back, like you were the one that left and were coming back.

It didn’t feel genuine to sing this to a real audience. It was more like a private thing you had in your own world. “It’s not even finished yet..” you murmured, pouting just a little as you stare at your fidgeting fingers. You remembered how Jungwon would place his hand over them, calming you down.

“Then just a verse. Or the chorus? any part that’s done. C’mon, I’ll even make a beat.” His teeth caged his bottom lip, patting his lap like a drum while beatboxing (and failing to do so).

you chuckle at his attempt to get you to sing, but your hands find your guitar despite your hesitance, already putting on the capo on the fretboard.

Sunwoo smiled teasingly at first, but his voice softens when you sing the bridge.

As much as he hates Jungwon, he’s glad that that jerk has done something good in sparking your creativity.

you mean it when you sing about how Jungwon’s eyes were brighter than all the city lights. About how you’d trade everything for a minute more to spend with him, to hear him talk to you like you were the only ones in the world again.

how you don’t want to get into any car that drives you away from him, and how he doesn’t want you going away either.

that was the part that was fake, how he wanted you with him.

how could he want you with him when he claimed to never even care about you?

“You actually sound good this time, Y/n, why do you sound like ass at karaoke?” Sunwoo huffs, making you roll your eyes, but you’re too bashful to get mad right now.

the vulnerability of sharing one of your random songs was scary, it was like you were scared of being taken seriously.

“Thanks..” you mutter under your breath, but in a dismissive tone. “Y/n, I’m serious! You know about the annual showcase right?”

The annual showcase, of course you knew. Jungwon was always the star. Your school would sign up all the students with talents, group performances from the junior dance team, performances from the orchestra and choir, magic acts and a few others.

But since the first year jungwon joined 3 years ago, he was the one act everyone looked forward to.

Everyone wanted to see what new piece he’d perform, they brought tissues to wipe their tears at the end of each dance. and you? you were in the crowd, holding up your camera like a proud parent. (while his real parents, sat right next to you, barely understanding what story he was trying to portray with ‘flailing around the stage’ as they’d call it)

You stayed in the practice room almost every day preparing for the show, watching as he choreographed something new, and then performed the same piece over and over again till he got it right. But you never got tired, the way his body moved was like art.

even after the performance, when students came up to him with flowers or gifts or compliments, his eyes would find yours. After his perfect showcases, he’d run into your arms, sweaty and panting, but you didn’t care enough to push him back.

So yeah, you knew a thing or two about the annual showcase.

“You could totally apply!” Sunwoo’s tone is all chipper and bright, but your expression couldn’t be farther from his. “Are you crazy? With this.. excuse of a song? I’m not even a trained singer! Or a performer! I can’t even go on stage for award ceremonies, what makes you think I can perform in front of the whole school and their moms?!”

Sunwoo puts a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from rambling. “Y/n, relax. Nobody’s forcing you to join.”

You blink rapidly, looking down at your gibberish lyrics again. As if these random words would be any good to perform in front of an entire audience. As if you’d be any good.

“The council is looking for more talents, because all the seniors last year are gone. Why don’t you just.. start practising? Finish the lyrics, and.. if you feel up for it, I could maybe put your name on the list..?” Sunwoo smiled, and you already feel the embarrassment hit you in the face.

Sure, you liked watching the seniors perform back then, but yourself singing? In front of the whole student body, who probably knew you as the girl who wasn’t cool enough for Jungwon to hang out with anymore?

Especially when Jungwon was definitely going to perform too? He'd probably laugh and make fun of you to his friends if he saw your name on the list of talents. And he’d know the song was about him, who else had you feeling like that? The whole school would probably know.

there was no way you’d risk public humiliation for a stupid song about a stupid boy who broke your heart.

but then again.. wouldn’t performing it be like some kind of closure? you look down, awkwardly taking off the capo.

“I’ll think about it.” you muttered.

you couldn’t outright refuse. not just yet. because the thought of you performing (and maybe Jungwon seeing you on stage) excited you a little.

v. monster - somewhere only we know - bills

AFTER THE PARTY, Jungwon barely saw you at school.

Before? He saw you everywhere. You were in the same classes, you’d sit at lunch tables near his, even on the street in the neighbourhood. It was like you were clinging on, trying to see him even though the air was uncomfortable and tension-filled. While he pretended not to notice, making you feel like a complete stranger.

“She’s staring at you again..” Jay whispered with a little teasing chuckle, as they worked on a group project in the classroom, while you were sitting two rows behind. Jungwon would sigh, keeping his head faced away.

He’d complain about it before. It got annoying, the way you looked at him like he was still a part of your life.

It wasn’t like you completely disappeared, you were still in his classes, still at the school hallways, still around the neighbourhood. But you seemed.. different?

He never caught you staring anymore, he never caught your gaze from the corner of his eye anymore. Sometimes he’d catch you leaving the music room, guitar on your back as you left your conversation and waved goodbye to the music teacher or student council members. You weren’t even in the council, what would make you want to talk to them?

“Jungwon~!” the feminine voice flutters from the doorway, as Jungwon and the boys turn their heads to find Sullyoon coming up to them.

He clears his throat immediately, putting on a tight smile. She holds onto his hand as she sits on the chair next to him like she belongs, while his arm effortlessly drapes across her shoulders.

They engage in conversation like it’s easy, and Sullyoon fails to notice how red Jungwon is, and how he seems to stutter over his words a bit more.

Right behind her when she walked in, you entered the room, bee-lining to Sunwoo’s desk, who’s leaning against it standing, with Chaewon occupying his seat.

“Don’t look back.” Sunwoo whispers, leaning a little too close with his teeth clenched, as he spared a glance to the staring boy behind you.

just like any other, you don’t follow his orders and let your head follow the direction of his eyes. For some reason, you catch Jungwon’s gaze, who looks away quickly, as if he never landed his eyes on you. His thumb gently fidgets with his bottom lip, as if he’s trying to appear relaxed, but the tension is obvious.

“Are you incapable of listening to me?” Sunwoo murmurs, pinching your side.

Jungwon actually sees you for the first time in the activity rooms after school. Not just you ignoring him or passing by in the halls.

He had booked Studio A to practise his performance for the showcase, but so far? No creative luck.

you were always the one to pick out the music, he claimed you had a natural ear for the right songs he could dance to. So without that tool, he was one task short of finishing his piece.

The school showcase was in two months, he had time, at least that’s what he told himself.

But it was hard when this time, he’d be doing this all by himself. Jake and Sunghoon cared, but they didn’t use all their time and energy to entirely focus on encouraging Jungwon’s performance.

Sullyoon was there for him, but she had her own thing. Some art project for her final or something, he couldn’t really remember.

Back then? You’d stay in his practise room, in awe of his dancing while simultaneously reminding him of little things to make him look better.

This time, he didn’t have a second eye to watch over him. To point out what to correct when he didn’t notice, to tell him he was doing great when he kept beating himself up. Especially the latter half.

Jungwon knew he was hard on himself sometimes, but he was such a perfectionist that he didn’t care for it. He needed something, some kind of guilty pleasure or reminder that he was already doing good.

but after an hour of trying out moves he could use in the show, he stands in front of the mirror, hands on the barre as he looks at himself — sweaty, panting, lost.

He looks like he’s put in so much effort, physically, he’s done. but what he’d achieved so far in this session were a few empty dance moves with no real connection. He didn’t even have a song, for gods sakes.

What if he trips up on stage? Not the accidental, injury-type falls, but the ones where he forgets his piece or doesn’t do good enough to connect to the audience like he’s done last year, or the years prior to that.

What if he doesn’t meet up to the school’s expectation? This showcase made him practically highschool royalty, everyone and their mothers came to watch. Of course, for the other students’ performances as well, but the reactions he received? Basically overshadowed everyone else.

This was his last year. He even heard there’d be agents in the audience this time. Even ones from SM, and YGX not just the local dance studios.

Preparing for the showcase this time didn’t feel as effortless and fun anymore. No one to make him feel better when he forgot a move, or to make him laugh and distract him from the pressure.

screw it — why was he even missing you? he made a point in cutting you off, you weren’t good for him anymore.

not after what you did.

he walks out into the cold hallways of the school building, sweat still gleaming from his forehead and shirt clinging onto his frame. But his steps come to a halt when he remembers he left his bag in the music room.

He expects the lights to be off, as he casually strolls through the halls, lips puckered as he hums along to a random beat. When he gets there, what he doesn’t expect is you to be walking across the music room to her guitar, humming a melody.

Jungwon’s eyes narrow, as he finds himself frozen, watching your movements from the slit of the door.

You walk to the stool again where your guitar sits, taking off your AirPod and pausing the song on your phone. The melody stays in your head, as you mindlessly sing along, letting the lyrics linger to your lips.

Jungwon’s ears perk. Somehow, he hears your quiet, casual singing, and the lyrics, the melody, it all sounds perfect — perfect for the showcase.

That was pretty ironic.. the one year he cuts you off, you’re still the one who knows his music better than anyone else.

as he’s about to walk in, he suddenly gets interrupted by the rhythmic strumming of your guitar, and soft hums again that follow. Each time you sing, you’re stopping to review, and write a new lyric. He’s never even heard this song before, were you actually serious about this whole songwriting thing?

Jungwon didn't want to remember it, but seeing you like this reminds him of the times he’d stay at your house, while you sang random songs you learnt on the guitar for fun.

maybe he’s in some kind of trance, not realising how much he’s leaning against the door. because a second later, in the middle of you practising one verse, sounds of metal clanging and wood falling fill the quiet room.

“Shit-” Jungwon’s eyes widen, as he hurriedly enters the studio to pick it up, not bothering to apologise. you quickly make your way towards him, picking up the fallen cymbals and guitar stands.

You don’t look at him again, and it annoys him. Not how you ignore him, but how he’s looking at you, as if he’s trying to get you to notice him. Seeing you this close, he gets a view of all the details he had slowly forgotten about since the last time before he cut you off. The way your eyebrows slightly crease, lips pursed awkwardly, as your eyes and focus stayed glued onto picking up the equipment.

(There’s a reason you don’t look up at him, you physically can’t. because you don’t know what stupid thing you’ll do or say if you do turn your head up)

“..What are you doing here?” you ask, still looking down at the instruments, luckily, no damage.

Jungwon clears his throat, looking away before his voice turns high-pitched. “My gym bag. Uh.. I left it here.” you hate how awkward he sounds.

Your eyes follow his figure as he walks past you, but you turn back around to face your back towards him, pretending to fix the instruments he knocked over.

“Um.. what was that song you were singing..? earlier when.. before whatever you played on the guitar.” He asks awkwardly, like it’s taking all the pride in him, gulping it down, to ask this.

Whatever. The song meant for him on the guitar was just whatever.

“Earlier? Were you watching me?”

Jungwon feels his blood boil again, as he takes in a deep, shaky breath, before rolling his eyes. “Forget it.” He says, walking quickly past. This wasn’t worth getting his pride crushed.

“Yah—relax.” You scoff, nudging his shoulder, as Jungwon almost pushed past you to go through the door. The sudden contact makes him move back, avoiding your physicality.

and his move makes you put your hand down awkwardly, blinking and looking away. “Its.. ‘Monster’ by Shawn Mendes and Justin Bieber.” you read from your phone, showing the screen back to jungwon.

he doesn’t lean in to see the screen, even if he can’t really see it that clearly. It's like he doesn’t even want to step in your vicinity.

“Oh. Thanks.”

you almost want to scoff at his dryness, but you offer a tight-lipped smile, looking away awkwardly.

he walks past, not even sparing you a glance, his chin held up high with an arrogance to his expression you want to slap off.

you close your eyes again, taking a deep inhale to stop yourself from cursing him out as the door shuts. When you go back to your seat, you only see your lyric sheet and pencil there. Which is weird because, you could’ve sworn you had the poster to the showcase right there.

Jungwon stares at the poster in his hands as he steps outside, a sharp glare in his eyes before crumpling it in his fist.

He knows he shouldn’t have stolen from you, but he couldn’t care less.

Because he still recalls the sight he caught when he was grabbing his PE clothes earlier, on a pin board in the back of the music room,

Talent Show Applicants

..

2. Yang Jungwon

..

7. L/n Y/n

your name, right there, staring at him like a challenge. the showcase that was practically all about him, that was his turf, his stage.

and he had to share it with you. He couldn't have that happen, not when he was trying to erase you from his life. and this would be his last straw, he swears on that.

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[petrichor-han]

primal; bang chan

PAIRING I bang chan x fem!reader

CAST I bang chan, yang jeongin (i.n), seo changbin

WC I 3.2k

GENRE I smut, pwp, established relationship

WARNINGS I explicit language, explicit sexual content, mc finds jeongin attractive, usage of “baby girl,” “good girl,” etc., predator & prey dynamic, dom!chan, daddy!chan (ofc), sloppy kissing, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, biting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, clit play

SYNOPSIS I ignoring your boyfriend has its consequences — and its rewards, depending on the way you look at it.

A/N I i meannn obviously this was inspired by the run it music video. what can i say… watching chan move like that awoke something in me </33 also i was torn between making this a hybrid fic or not SO if you wanna see a hybrid!chan fic similar to this let me know 👀

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MASTERLIST | STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

The clock on the far side of the room ticks slowly, counting the seconds, minutes, and hours that are going by. The leaky faucet in the bathroom down the hallway drips in unison. Chan’s foot taps, perfectly in sync before dipping out of rhythm every now and then, when he gets distracted.

And he is just that — quite distracted.

Normally, he had no problem keeping rhythm. In fact, he was quite good at it. If he were really paying attention, he would’ve noticed this cacophony of sounds and likely pulled out his old laptop to record a sample or type something out quickly. Inspiration, he often said, was found any and everywhere, if you simply took the time to stop and listen.

He wasn’t about to listen to his own advice right now, though.

Your giggles — usually a source of his own happiness (and inspiration) — were at the moment getting on his nerves. Not because it was you, and not because he thought your laugh was annoying, no — he loved your laugh, loved you. But the fact that Jeongin was the one making you giggle and blush like that… well, that simply wasn’t acceptable.

He glares over at you, where you’re curled up in the corner of the couch and glued to your phone, squealing and giggling as you watch and re-watch Jeongin’s parts in the new music video.

He looks sooo good in this video, Channie!

I can’t believe how much he’s grown into his features, he looks so different now…

Ah, his biceps! Has he been coming to the gym with you more often?

“No, he hasn’t.” Chan’s voice is sour, bitter and jealous. His cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment — here he was, a grown man of nearly 30, throwing a hissy fit over his dongsaeng. Jeongin, of all people! Of all the other members! It made it that much more humiliating, that he was jealous of Jeongin. His baby brother.

If you notice the sullenness in your boyfriend’s voice, you don’t show it, which adds to Chan’s annoyance. Why weren’t you watching his parts? His clips? What was so fascinating about Jeongin in this video?

“Maybe he’s been going with Bin, then… because he’s gotta be working out pretty damn hard for those…” you marvel, rewinding the video again to catch another glimpse of Jeongin’s biceps flexing as he raises his arms.

That was it. Chan’s scowl darkens, and he moves over next to you to grab your phone from your hands — the video still playing — before scooting back over to his end of the couch, a smug smile on his face now as he hears your protests.

“Chan, wha…” you grumble, your gaze finally settling on your attention starved boyfriend. His face lights up as you regard him — never mind that your expression is confused and annoyed — and he shuts off your phone, beaming.

“You’re not paying attention to me,” he pouts, and his cuteness almost makes you forget about his thievery.

“Give it back,” you pout back, playfully reaching for your phone.

“Uh-uh… Jeongin time is over. It’s Channie’s time now.” He grins wider, holding the phone even further out of your reach. You groan in exasperation.

“Babe, come on…”

“I said, it’s time to pay attention to Daddy now.”

A chill runs down your spine at the dominant turn in Chan’s voice. You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry, and your heart starting to pound faster. When you meet his gaze, his eyes are dark with lust and control. He makes sure that you’re watching his every movement, as he stands up and places your phone on the nearby table, screen side down. You can hear it buzzing, and he clicks his tongue as he watches you twitch with hesitation.

“Why’re you so focused on other things, baby girl? I’m right here… I need you too,” he croons, slowly walking towards you. You feel exposed, bare, despite the fact that you’re still completely clothed.

Once he’s standing before you, he nudges between your legs so that he’s able to get right in front of you, smirking as he watches your expression change to a flustered one. Your eyes lock with the sight before you — his crotch, his erection straining at the confines of his jeans. A strong, firm hand at the back of your head gently guides you closer, until your plush lips press against his hardness. You let out a small whimper as you feel his cock throbbing, pulsing against your hot mouth.

“Seems like you might need me just as much as I need you,” he murmurs, a teasing edge to his voice as he lets out a shaky exhale, feeling every quiver of your desperate, eager mouth. “Is that right, baby?”

“Mm… mhm…” you moan, your voice muffled. He lets out a low groan, the vibrations of your voice making him shudder with arousal.

“Good girl. ‘S what I like to hear.” His grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls you back, away from his crotch. It makes you whine again, but he shushes you as his free hand fumbles with his belt, with his button and zipper before roughly shoving his jeans and his boxers down at the same time. His jaw clenches with impatience and the strain of holding back as his cock twitches and bobs right before your eyes — it’s a bit cruel how he holds you back, makes you watch as a bead of precum forms at his slit. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, salivating as he watches you with amusement and satisfaction.

Finally, finally, he loosens his grip on your hair once more, grunting as you take that as permission to touch him. You move forward eagerly, your hands grabbing at his muscular thighs to pull him even closer, needing him to overwhelm every one of your senses. You press messy kisses to his hip, his upper thigh, making him groan and leak more precum, the sticky fluid dribbling down his aching shaft. You’re careful to not tease too much, knowing his patience is thin already tonight. And anyway, you want to please him. He needs it, and you’re completely willing to give it — to show him just how much you want him, more than anyone else. Forget everyone else.

He lets out an uneven, shaky breath as your lips finally close around his tip, your tongue swirling around his slit and tasting his bitter essence. You put on a bit of a show, moaning at the taste as you flutter your lashes and look up at him, further spurred on by the sight you’re met with — him, his head thrown back already, groaning as he lets you worship him.

You take more of him in your mouth, eager to please him more now, your grip tightening on his creamy thighs as you hollow your cheeks and tighten your lips around his throbbing length. His tip prods the back of your throat, and you hold back a gag as you swallow around it, eliciting a strained grunt from the man above you.

He takes things into his own hands now, mind blurred with lust. He curses under his breath, using both hands to grab your head and thrust fully into your mouth, chuckling breathily at the sound of your surprised, garbled moan. Your nose presses against his crotch, nosing at the short, fine hairs there. You take the opportunity to use your tongue to swipe at his balls, making him grit his teeth and shiver at the sensation.

“Fuck… taking me so good, aren’t you?” he practically purrs, looking down at you with adoration. “My good girl…”

Eagerly, you let out a whimper, the vibrations of your throat around his cock making him mutter a quiet “fuck” under his breath.

Once he’s sure that you’re adjusted, sure that you’re ready, he draws his hips back, sucking in a deep breath as he looks down at his spit slicked length. His hips snap forward, thrusting his cock into the back of your throat roughly, and he moans loudly as you let out a choked splutter. He thrusts hard and fast, chuckling darkly at the sight of your spit dripping down his chin, dribbling down his balls and making a messy puddle of fluids on the floor between the two of you.

“Mn, fuck… ‘y like that? Like the feeling of my cock down your throat?” he grunts, biting his lower lip hard as he feels your tongue swipe along the underside of his length, teasing despite his rough treatment.

Your nails dig into his skin, as if to wordlessly say, yes.

The hungry, lustful look in your eyes paired with the hot, wet cavern of your mouth proves too much for Chan to handle, at least for too long. You’re far from done when he pulls you off of his cock, and you let out a hoarse whine of protest. His chest is heaving, the exposed skin of his lower stomach shiny with perspiration.

“Bedroom,” he growls, dark eyes trained on your shivering form as you stand up immediately, obeying his words like a well trained dog. He kicks off his jeans and boxers, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he follows you to the bedroom, stalking you like a predator closing in on its prey.

You feel like you’re being hunted too — stumbling on shaky legs (even though you hadn’t even been fucked yet), short of breath. You cast a look over your shoulder every few steps, slowing your pace as you watch Chan’s shadowy form trailing after you. He too pauses, to take off his shirt. Your breath hitches as you watch him pull the sweat soaked garment over his head, his muscles flexing deliciously in the limited light.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, baby.” You shiver, your panties dampening and your heart rate increasing as his voice echoes down the dim hallway. You quicken your pace, skittering down the hall and entering the bedroom. You perch delicately, nervously, on the edge of the bed — watching the doorway, waiting for Chan.

He enters momentarily, but every second feels like an eternity until he appears in your line of vision again.

Completely nude now, he looks like a Greek god standing there. There’s a slightly cocky, arrogant look on his face as he watches your hungry expression, and he shifts to wrap his thick fingers around his even thicker cock. Stroking slowly, teasingly, he lets out a low groan, squeezing his tip before letting go, smirking at the way you squeeze your thighs together and suck in a quick, eager breath.

“Strip. And lay back for me,” he orders, watching from the doorway. Refusing to come closer, unless you listen to what he says. Holding the reward of his cock just out of your reach.

What else can you do?

It’s not like you wanted to disobey anyway.

You fumble with your clothes, the fabric suddenly becoming extremely confusing as you try to rip everything off as fast as possible. Chan hides a smile behind a stoic demeanor as he watches you struggle to get your shirt over your head.

You eventually figure it out, your cheeks flushed with sheepishness as you settle in the middle of the bed, propping yourself up slightly with your elbows. Just enough that you can still see Chan.

He’s looking over your nude frame appreciatively, a low grumble of a growl in his throat as he finally begins to approach. He crawls onto the foot of the bed, slowly making his way up to you, back muscles rippling with every slight movement. He doesn’t stop until he’s hovering over you, his cock pressing against your inner thigh, hot and throbbing right next to where you need him most. You’re sure he can feel it too, from the way his length slips against your slick skin, dampened with your juices.

He leans down, pressing his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Memorizing everything about you, as if he didn’t already have it committed to memory.

He adjusts, angling his hips slightly differently, making you gasp as he presses against your sopping slit instead of your inner thigh. It was like he could read your mind — or, he was just thinking the same thing.

Your hands find refuge on his back, nails taking up and down his milky, rippling skin. His hands settle on your hips, squeezing the plush flesh there, anchoring himself before he pulls back slightly, nudging your legs onto his shoulders, that same cocky grin spread across his handsome features as he looks down at your flustered expression. He leans over to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your quivering leg, before he looks down and lets out a shaky breath, tapping his tip against your clit.

“Ready?” he murmurs softly, his other hand reaching up to find yours — both of your hands were lost, clutching at the sheets desperately after you removed them from his back. You squeeze his hand gently, the feeling comforting.

You nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation. And so he presses forward, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the same time a whimpery mewl escapes yours.

There’s a slight bit of resistance as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your tight slit, reminding both of you that it had been too long since the last time this happened. You wince slightly at the burn, the stretch, as his tip wedges its way inside, pressing deeper and deeper. It begins to satisfy that gnawing hunger from within, making you let out a sob of relief as he bottoms out inside you, despite the slight pain that remains.

Chan lets out a snarl, upper lip curling as he presses your legs up against your chest, nearly folding you in half as he starts to fuck you hard and fast — mirroring the rough pace he’d set when fucking your face just minutes before.

“Fuck, fuck… fuck yes,” he groans, letting out a pleased hum as he hears your mewls increase in volume. He bottoms out, grinning widely as you squirm when he swirls his hips in circles, grinding his tip against your cervix. It feels so deep, so intense — it’s no wonder you can’t help but sputter and babble for more, even though he’s giving you more than you can handle.

“Baby girl likes it when Daddy’s rough with her, hm?” he coos, snapping his hips against yours, the emanating squelches making you moan with embarrassment and arousal. “Come on… say it. Tell me how much you love it, how good you fuckin’ feel right now…”

He reaches down, thumbing at your sensitive, ignored clit, making you gasp at the sudden dual pleasure. “F-feels so good!” you manage to stutter out, finding it extremely difficult to properly form words at the moment.

He pulls out suddenly, and your skin screams for his touch to return. Your legs fall back limply, aching from the position that they had been pressed in all this time. His expression is one of pure lust, endless longing, as he looks at the sweaty sheen of your skin, the way the dim light highlights your curves and dips.

“Flip over for me, baby.” His voice is commanding, that dominant edge not leaving despite the growing exhaustion in his aching muscles.

You do so, your legs shaking as you get on all fours. Chan’s touch is back on you instantly, sending fire through your veins, bringing you back to life. You find your voice, whimpering his name — Daddy — desperately, loudly, as he shoves your face into the sheets and presses his hips against yours.

He drags his tip over your clit, over your aching and swollen hole, stopping just before he reaches your ass. He sucks in a quivering breath, in a trance as he stares at the glorious sight before him. Never before has anyone been able to evoke such animalistic instinct from him before, such primal urge. He stares at your vulnerability, drooling at the implications and potential possibilities. “Pretty… my baby girl has such pretty holes, all for me to use…”

“Daddy, please!” you plead, your cries muffled, tears and snot and saliva soaking the sheets beneath your face.

He growls in response, slapping his cock against your swollen pussy. You sob, your feet kicking against the mattress weakly, listlessly, uselessly.

He plunges his cock back into you without any warning, without even another word. Your sob turns to a deep moan, your walls clamping down around his thick girth, sucking him in deeper.

It takes everything in him to not fill you up right there, right at that moment.

Drawing back slowly, his balls tight and full, he has to hold back even more, biting his tongue. There’s a circle of cream around the base of his cock, your combined fluids making a painfully erotic sight. He needs more, needs to feel you cum on his cock.

He changes his position, faster than you can protest. One hand cements itself on your hip, the grip bruising. The other reaches around, pressing hard against your puffy clit and rubbing in tight circles. He has to muffle a moan by leaning down and biting your shoulder as he feels your pussy clench around him again. His hips start thrusting again, frantic and needy. His teeth release your flesh, soothing the sting with his soft lips, pressing sloppy kisses everywhere you need him.

“D-Daddy…” you moan, the new position bringing you to your orgasm much faster than before. You can feel him so fucking deep, feel the roughness of his calloused fingers directly on your clit. It’s too much, and you both know it. You can practically see the smug grin on his face as you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tip dragging against your g-spot with each knowing draw of his hips.

“Go on, cream on my cock, baby. Know you wanna,” he growls, pinching your clit between his h thumb and forefinger, moaning in harmony with the scream it brings from your lungs. “G-gonna breed this pussy so fuckin’ full…”

You think you black out for a second, but you can’t be sure. All you know is that one moment you’re crying Chan’s name, and the next his front is pressed against your back as he whispers your name back, heat blooming inside you as he spurts ropes of thick cum deep into your womb.

He presses kisses to your sweaty shoulder, hands coming to gently smooth over your waist, soft praises falling from his lips — so sweet in comparison to the dirty filth he’d been spewing just before.

He pulls out with a sharp inhale, watching the pearly rivulets of your combined release flowing from your sweet pussy. He nearly leans back in, but you flip back over to pull him into a searing kiss instead. He kisses back, heart skipping a beat as he gently pulls you into an embrace.

“Satisfied now?” you murmur, voice hoarse but still teasing.

That was something (one of the many things) he adored about you — your insatiable, never ending spark. He rolls his eyes, resting his head on your chest.

“Mm… maybe for now,” he concedes, indeed content for now, as long as your phone (and the replays of Jeongin’s parts) stay away from his girl.

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