. ❛ ༉‧₊˚ · Summary ─── An intense making out with your boyfriend James on the dorm’s sofa is a bold choice. But who are we to judge?
. ❛ ༉‧₊˚· Content ─── established relationship · idol au · fluff · reader has braids cause I said so · lap sitting · dry humping · long ass making out · skinship · kissing (obvi) · 2.0k wc
The coffee had gone lukewarm in your hands, but you did not really mind. James had finished his hours ago and left the mug on the floor near the TV, forgotten against the baseboard. You were both sunk deep into his couch, that oversized grey sectional that swallowed people whole, legs tangled under a blanket that smelled like his detergent and the faint trace of the vanilla candle he had lit earlier and promptly ignored.
You had been there since ten, still in your stuff from the gym, your small braids pulled back from your face with a soft band, a few loose ones framing your temples where they had dried weird from your washday. James looked even more undone. Sweatpants riding low on his hips, an old faded tee from some predebut photoshoot, hair still messy from sleep. He looked normal. Not like the guy you had watched on that music show last week, all sharp angles and stage makeup. Just James.
He had the remote but was not really using it. Some autoplay garbage ran on the TV, travel vlogs bleeding into clips of people falling off skateboards, whatever the algorithm decided to serve. Every so often he would laugh, this low huff that vibrated through the couch cushions, and his foot would nudge yours under the blanket like he was checking you were still there.
"You are not even watching," he said, nodding at your phone. You were scrolling through nothing, some food blog you would never cook from.
"I am. That guy just broke his tailbone."
"That was three videos ago."
"Multitasking girlfriend right?."
He smiled, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and stretched. His shirt rode up enough to show his stomach. He did not fix it. He never did. His hand landed on your knee when he settled back down, casual as breathing, thumb rubbing back and forth over the fabric of your leggings. Warm. Distracting.
The afternoon light came through the blinds in stripes, cutting across his shoulders. He looked soft in it, touchable. You felt yourself leaning in before you even decided to, drawn by the smell of his soap and the way he was looking at you, all soft focus and intent.
He noticed. He always noticed. His hand slid up your thigh, not grabby, just present, grounding. "Come here," he said, voice gone quiet and rough.
That was when your brain caught up. You glanced at the door, solid and locked but still, and felt your shoulders tense. "Wait."
He stopped immediately, hand stilling on your leg. "What?"
"What about the others??"
James blinked, confused for a second, then his face cleared into something gentler. "They’re at the studio. They are all at the studio. Training until six. I told you."
"I know, but..." You sat up a little, the blanket slipping to your waist. "What if one of ‘em forgets something? You know they always do. Keonho came back last Tuesday..."
"At four," James interrupted, soft but firm. He sat up too, turning to face you properly, his hand moving to your waist instead. "It was Tuesday at four, yeah, but that was a vocal lesson day. Today is choreography. They do not break from dancing. The choreographer would beat their asses if one of them even thought of leaving."
You bit your lip, still looking at the door. "And the manager?"
"He always calls first." James reached out, his fingers finding your chin, turning you back to look at him. "You know that. He calls. He waits. He complains. He is not gonna just kick the door down." He waited, thumb brushing your jaw. "We are good. I promise."
He was looking at you with that expression, the one that made you feel silly for worrying but also safe for admitting it. His thumb traced your cheekbone, back and forth, patient.
"You sure about that?" you asked, quieter.
"Positive." He leaned in, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes, the small scar above his eyebrow from some predebut accident he never fully explained. "It is just us. For like three more hours. Just us."
Something in your chest unclenched. You nodded, small and sure.
He smiled again, real and relieved, and closed the distance. His mouth found yours soft, unhurried, the kind of kiss that started like a question and got answered yes. His hand at your waist pulled you closer, easy, and you went, shifting up onto your knees so you could lean into him better. The blanket got messed up, kicked aside somewhere to the floor, but neither of you cared.
He tasted like the mint gum he had been chewing earlier, sweet and sharp. One of his hands came up to cup the back of your neck, fingers threading through your braids at the nape, not pulling, just holding, learning the shape of them. The other stayed at your hip, thumb tracing circles that you felt through your whole body.
When you pulled back to breathe, he did not let you go far. His forehead rested against yours, eyes half open. "Better?" he whispered.
"Yeah."
"Good." He kissed your nose, then your cheek, then your mouth again, deeper this time, less careful. You felt him smile against your lips when you sighed, embarrassed at the sound, but he just pulled you closer, his hands guiding you until you were fully in his lap, your knees settling on either side of his thighs.
He leaned back into the corner of the couch, taking you with him, his hands moving to your waist to settle you against him. The position brought you chest to chest, close enough that you could feel his heartbeat through his thin shirt. He looked up at you for a moment, really looked, his eyes tracing your face like he was memorizing it. Then he tilted his chin up and brought you down to meet him.
This kiss was different. Hungrier. His mouth moved against yours with purpose, firm and demanding, his tongue sliding past your lips to taste you deeper. His hand slid up your back under your hoodie, palm hot and flat against your skin, while the other cradled your jaw, angling you where he wanted you.
He kissed you like he was starving, tilting his head to get closer, pulling back only to breathe before diving back in, his teeth catching your lower lip and tugging gently before soothing the spot with his tongue.
You gasped against his mouth, your hands finding the front of his shirt and fisting in the fabric, pulling him closer. He made a low sound in his throat, something between a groan and approval, and his hand at your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your hip. Your braids fell forward around your faces, creating a curtain, and he pushed them back with one hand, his fingers getting tangled in them, gripping slightly as he deepened the kiss.
"James," you breathed when he moved to your jaw, his mouth hot and open against your skin.
"Right here," he murmured against your throat, his voice rough, vibrating against your pulse. He kissed the spot hard enough to bruise, then soothed it with his tongue, his other hand sliding down to grip your thigh, pulling you flush against him. You felt him everywhere, the heat of him through his clothes, the solid muscle of his chest, the way his hips shifted under yours, seeking friction.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide, his mouth swollen and wet. "You good?" he asked, but his hand was already moving again, sliding up your side, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your hoodie.
"Yeah," you managed, your voice sounding strange to your own ears. "You?"
Instead of answering, he kissed you again, harder this time, his hand at your back pulling you down so you were pressed fully against him, chest to chest, hip to hip. His tongue swept through your mouth, tasting, claiming, and you met him with equal hunger, your fingers threading into his hair and pulling slightly. He groaned against your mouth, the sound sending heat pooling low in your stomach, and his hips bucked up slightly, seeking pressure.
"Fuck," he breathed against your lips, his hand at your thigh gripping tighter, his fingers digging in just enough to mark. "You feel so..."
He did not finish the sentence. He kissed you again, deeper, his hand sliding up to tangle fully in your braids, gentle with the tension but firm, holding you where he wanted you. His other hand roamed, tracing your spine, your side, the curve of your hip, then sliding back up under your hoodie to touch skin.
You shivered at the contact, his palm warm and slightly calloused against your ribs, and he swallowed the sound you made, his tongue stroking against yours in a rhythm that matched the slow rock of your hips.
The couch creaked beneath you, loud in the quiet apartment, but neither of you stopped. You were too far gone, lost in the heat of his mouth, the way his hands moved over you like he could not get enough, the way his body rose to meet yours with every downward press of your hips. His breathing was ragged against your mouth, his chest heaving against yours, and you could feel his heart hammering, fast and hard.
He broke the kiss to drag his mouth down your jaw, your throat, sucking at the skin there hard enough to make you gasp, his hand at your waist holding you steady while the other gripped your hip, guiding your movements. "Tell me," he demanded softly, his voice rough against your skin.
"Yeah?"
"If you want to stop." He looked up at you, his eyes dark, serious despite the flush on his cheeks, the way his hair stuck up where you had pulled it. "Tell me. I will stop."
You shook your head, your braids brushing your shoulders, and rolled your hips down against him deliberately. He hissed out a breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, his grip tightening. "Do not stop," you whispered.
He opened his eyes, looked at you for a long moment, then surged up to kiss you again, his mouth claiming yours with an intensity that made your head spin. His hands moved to frame your face, holding you still for his kiss, his tongue stroking deep, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones.
You felt every point of contact, the warmth of his skin under his shirt, the solidness of his thighs under yours, the hard line of him pressing against you through his sweatpants, the way his fingers trembled slightly against your jaw.
He kissed you like he was trying to consume you, like the afternoon was not enough, like he needed more. And you gave it, your hands fisting in his shirt, your body moving against his, lost in the heat and the weight of him, the taste of mint and coffee and James.
When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, chests heaving, his forehead pressed against yours, his hands still framing your face. "You okay?" he asked, voice rough, wrecked.
You nodded, your lips feeling swollen, your body thrumming. "Yeah, how about you?."
He made a soft noise, something like satisfaction, and pulled you down against him, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close, his face buried in your neck. You felt his heartbeat against your chest, fast and steady, his breathing hot against your skin.
The afternoon sun moved across the floor, striping the coffee table. Neither of you moved to fix the blanket. James's hand traced slow patterns at your lower back, though his fingers still trembled slightly, his body tense beneath you like he was holding himself back.
"Was it good?" he asked again, muffled against your collarbone.
You nodded, your chin brushing his hair, and carded your fingers through the mess you had made of it. "Do I have to answer?"
He held you there, tight and warm, and you both listened to the quiet, waiting for nothing, expecting no one.
your boyfriend sees your boobs for the first time and doesn’t know how to act.
heeseung
you’re a little drunk.
like warm-tummy, loose-shoulders, stupid-giggle drunk.
heeseung’s lying on your bed, scrolling, talking about something dumb — a dream he had, maybe. you’re sitting on the floor, half-listening, sipping from your glass, and then suddenly—
you stand up. pull your shirt over your head. no warning. no speech. just tits.
he looks up. and he freezes. scrolling finger mid-air. lips parted. expression blank. like you just slapped him with a gospel truth.
“bro,” he whispers.
you raise a brow. “bro?”
“oh my god.”
you just stand there, shirt in one hand, boobs out. vibes immaculate.
“are you for real?” he says, sitting up so fast he nearly drops his phone. “are those— are they always like that?”
“like what?”
“like fucking perfect?”
you laugh so hard you nearly fall over.
and he just keeps blinking at them. like they might change shape if he stares too long. like they’re a hallucination.
“you’re not real,” he mutters. “i’m in a dream. this is a simulation.”
you roll your eyes and sit on the bed, pulling the blanket around you lazily.
“okay, enough,” you giggle. “you saw them. you can stop worshipping now.”
he doesn’t move.
“no. no i can’t. this changes everything. i saw the light and now i’m different.”
jay
he doesn’t mean to look.
you thought he wasn’t paying attention.
but the moment your shirt lifts — before you even have time to toss it in the hamper — you hear him go quiet. like, dead silent.
you turn around, confused.
he’s sitting up now, remote in one hand, lips parted. just… staring. his entire soul left his body.
“what?” you ask, blinking. “why are you looking at me like that?”
“you…” his voice breaks.
he coughs. clears his throat. blinks like he just came back from war.
“you’ve been hiding those from me?”
you glance down, realize you’re still topless, and laugh — “i thought you weren’t looking.”
he puts the remote down slowly. reverently.
“i wasn’t. and now i’m being punished for it.”
you start reaching for your shirt again, but he stops you.
“no. no, you don’t get to take them away. i just met them.”
you laugh even harder, grabbing a hoodie, but he just looks betrayed. hand on his chest. like he needs a moment.
he’s so serious.
“i’m gonna write about this in my notes app. i just need a second to process. they were so pretty. like. aesthetically. artistically. spiritually.”
you roll your eyes. “you’re being so dramatic.”
he just nods slowly. “i know. and i’m right.”
and later that night, when you’re finally in bed, hoodie zipped to your chin, back turned…
you feel his hand on your waist. his lips near your ear.
“next time… warn me. or don’t. i’ll survive either way. i think.”
(he won’t.)
jake
he was laying on your stomach.
like full face-planted. arms around your waist. humming into your skin, half-asleep, talking nonsense between every other breath.
you thought he was dozing off. so when you finally sit up, lifting your shirt over your head, you don’t think twice.
you’re just changing. grabbing a hoodie. your back’s to him, and it’s dark. no big deal.
until you hear him choke.
“oh.”
you glance over your shoulder. “what?”
he’s sitting up now. like—straight up. eyes wide. cheeks red.
“did i—did you just—i mean, did i see that?”
you pause. blink. realize what he saw.
“oh. yeah,” you say casually. “sorry, i didn’t think you were looking—”
“NO i mean—it’s okay i just—wow.”
you laugh, pulling your hoodie on, but he’s still sitting there like he witnessed a miracle.
“you’re just… walking around with those? like… they’re real?”
you look at him.
he looks at you.
then covers his face with both hands and groans.
“i’m gonna have dreams about this,” he mumbles. “like not even in a gross way. just in a i saw something sacred kind of way.”
you crawl back under the blanket and he immediately wraps himself around you like a koala. kisses your collarbone like he’s trying to prove his love to god.
“you know i’d die for you, right?”
“because of my boobs?”
“yes. but also your soul.”
sunghoon
he just wanted his charger.
you’d taken it earlier. said he left it in your room. told him to come grab it when he needed it.
he didn’t knock. he thought you were in the kitchen.
so when he pushes the door open and sees you — topless, glowing, towel low on your hips, hair still damp, hand frozen mid-lotion — he doesn’t speak. doesn’t move. just. stares.
your eyes meet. for a second, you both just blink. like a standstill.
and then—“oh my god—” you gasp, arms flying up to cover your chest.
he flinches so hard he nearly drops his phone.
“i’m sorry—i’m so sorry—i thought you were—i didn’t know—i didn’t—”
he steps back, slams the door shut, and stands there. outside your room. in silence. breathing heavy.
you call through the door.
“did you at least grab the charger??”
his voice cracks.
“no. i… i blacked out a little.”
you start laughing, and he wants to crawl into the floor.
he walks back to the living room like he just got hit by a bus. plops on the couch. face flushed. head in hands.
his phone buzzes.
you: “they were nice though right 😌”
him: “don’t do this to me rn”
you: “i’m just saying”
him: “i’m spiraling”
he doesn’t talk about it again until a week later.
you’re cuddling. watching something dumb. his hand on your waist. and he whispers— “i wasn’t trying to see you like that.”
you smile. “i know.”
he exhales.
“but i think about it every day.”
sunoo
he knew you were a little drunk. and he loved it.
you were glowing — cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, giggling at nothing, spinning in his room like the floor was made of clouds.
“this song is so cute,” you hummed, dancing barefoot in your loose, but cropped tee. “you like it?”
“you’re cuter,” he said automatically, phone in hand, recording you from the bed like a proud dad. or a smitten boyfriend. or both.
and then you twirled. just once. dramatic. shirt lifted. boobs out. fully. jiggled in the light.
he screams. like, not a little gasp. a full-bodied, hands-flailing, dramatic-ass scream.
you freeze.
he drops his phone.
“what was that?!”
“what do you mean?” you blinked innocently.
“you just showed me your entire whole everything!”
you laughed. “it was like half a second!”
“HALF A SECOND TOO LONG!.”
he turned his back like it was a crime scene. hands on his hips. pacing.
“do you know what that did to me? i can’t just see those and go back to normal?? i have to live with this memory now???”
you’re still giggling, flopping on the bed.
“are you mad?”
he turns back slowly. shakes his head with deep, dramatic disappointment.
“i’m not mad. i’m… changed.”
you smile at him, hair messy, shirt hanging off your shoulder now, and he just sighs.
“your boobs are pretty,” he said, soft.
“thank you,” you whisper back.
ten minutes later, he’s cuddled into your side, face buried in your chest like nothing happened.
“just so you know,” he mumbles, “those are mine now.”
jungwon
he wakes up slow.
sunlight leaking through the curtains. sheets warm. room still. his head hurts a little, but it’s dull — the kind of ache that tells him he slept too hard, not too little.
your back is to him. face tucked into the pillow. one arm curled under your head, the other hidden beneath the blankets. hair a mess. tank top clinging to your shoulder, twisted near your ribs.
he yawns, stretches, blinks a few times—and then sees it.
he doesn’t even mean to look. he just happens to glance down as he shifts closer. and it’s there.
the curve of your breast. soft in the light. warm against the fabric. and your nipple. completely out.
his breath catches. eyes widen.
he goes still. so still. his body locks up like if he moves too fast, he’ll ruin the moment—or combust.
he stares for maybe two seconds too long. just enough to memorize the shape, the color, the way it’s pressed to the blanket. then he flips over and stares at the ceiling like a freak.
his brain short-circuits.
“you weren’t supposed to see that.”
“but i did.”
“you need to act normal.”
“i can’t.”
he’s spiraling. breathing too carefully. sweating for no reason. his heart’s beating like you just kissed him, but you’re not even awake.
he hears you shift. the blankets rustle. he wonders if you’re about to wake up and ask why he’s being so quiet.
so he gets up. fast. grabs his phone off the floor. stumbles into the kitchen like he’s being chased by demons.
ten minutes later, you walk out half-asleep, tank top still traitorous, rubbing your eyes.
“morning,” you mumble.
he can’t look at you. he sips his tea like it holds the answers.
nods once. “morning.”
you pause. tilt your head. “you okay?”
he nods again. eyes still fixed on his mug.
“…did i say something weird in my sleep?”
“no.”
you raise a brow. he finally glances up—but the second he sees your shirt slipping again, he FLINGS his gaze back down.
“jungwon,” you laugh, catching on. “did you see something?”
he says nothing. just takes a breath and murmurs, “i shouldn’t be seeing this. pausing a bit more before he whispers, “but it was beautiful.”
and that’s all he says.
for the rest of the day, he can’t look at you without blushing.
and for the rest of his life, he never forgets it.
ni-ki
you’re in his room, lights low, legs tangled under the blanket with a half-eaten bag of spicy chips between you.
the tv’s playing something dumb neither of you are watching — both too busy side-eyeing each other between jokes, limbs inching closer, pretending the tension doesn’t exist.
“you’re literally so bad at arguing,” you mutter, tossing a chip at his chest.
he catches it. eats it. shrugs.
“because i’m never wrong.”
you scoff. dramatic. lean back against his headboard like he didn’t just say something delusional.
it’s hot. too hot. the hoodie you’re wearing feels like it’s suffocating you. so you sit up. lift it over your head mid-sentence, not even thinking — just pull it off and toss it to the floor.
you don’t notice how your tank top rises too. you don’t notice how loose the armhole is. you don’t notice that for a split second, your left tit literally says hello to the room.
but he does.
he goes still. chip mid-air. eyes locked on you like he just saw a solar eclipse and isn’t sure if it was real.
you look at him.
“what?”
nothing. no answer. just him blinking.
“…what?” you laugh.
he points at you. expression unreadable. voice low.
“you did that on purpose.”
you blink. “did what?”
“you just flashed me.”
your face scrunches. you look down. your shirt is back in place.
“i didn’t flash you.”
“you did.”
“it was like—maybe a second.”
“that’s all it took,” he says, leaning back. “i’m a changed man now.”
you roll your eyes, dragging the blanket back over you, acting unfazed.
he turns away for a second. exhales. then you hear him mutter, mostly to himself—
“they were so pretty.”
you freeze.
he doesn’t take it back.
just grabs another chip and pops it in his mouth, chewing like he didn’t just say the most devastating sentence of your life.
“you’re annoying,” you say quietly. your voice cracks.
“no, you’re annoying ,” he fires back. “don’t take your clothes off around me if you want me to act normal.”
you laugh. loud. flustered.
he smiles. like he meant to do that. like he’s proud of himself.
𝓨𝐎𝐔 𝓢𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓢𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝓑𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝓐𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓑𝐄𝐃 𝓦𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝓐 𝓖𝐑𝐈𝐍, pulling out the first shirt you bought .
“ 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ,“ you said, holding up a cropped top with playful smirk .
anton sat cross legged against the headboard, his fluffy hair into his eyes and all messy over his head, soft hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms . his wallet was a little lighter thanks to you ., but he couldnt care less .. his eyes werent even on the shirt—he was too busy watching the way your curves moved your tight leggings, how you skin caught the light, how your accent curled when you teased him .
“ 𝘮𝘮 .“ he hummed, titling his head, “ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 . 𝘣𝘶𝘵 .. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 ?“
you rolled your eyes playfully . “ 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 .“
“ 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 ,“ he insisted, reaching out to tug you closer by your wrist . you stumble a little, falling into his lap . his hand immediately rested at your hips, thumbs brushing your sides like he couldnt help it . “ 𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .“
you laughed, swatting his chest lightly . “ 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘭 .“
but he just buried his face against your stomach, pressinf soft kisses to the waistband of your leggings . “ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵 . 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 .. 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 .“ his voice was quiet, but laced with so much sincerity it made your chest warm .
when you pulled out the next piece—a curve-hugging—dress—his eyes widened slightly, and he sat up straighter . “ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ,“ he said immediately . “ 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 . 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 ?“
he nodded shamelessly . “ 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 . 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 .“ his fingers slid down to intertwine with yours, pulling you closer as he kissed your belly, “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦 .. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 ..“
you sighed, leaning into you, your haul moment forgotten as his warmth surrounded you . anton didnt even wait—he pulled you closer until you curled up on his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder . his voice dropped soft, all praise .
“ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 . 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨—𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 .“ he said holding you in his lap as you rest your back on his chest ..
you turned your head kissing his cheek before he turned his to meet your lips, giving you a smoothing sweet kiss ..
he helding you close, lips brushing everywhere against your skin, hands rubbing your thighs as the other held your waist keeping you in place as you closed your eyes relaxing .. “ 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ..“ you said smiling as you looked up at him ..
he shook his head, hands still rubbing around your thighs now reaching the inside of your thighs .. “ 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰, 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .. 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 .“ he whispered in your ear as you hummed in agreement .
you stayed in place as his hands roamed and rubbing you, smoothing you, relaxing you just as he hand brushed against your clothes pussy .. you jumped a little, opening you eyes to side eye him .. as he shrugged and smiled ..
.. seconds later you were back resting your head on his shoulder, almost a sleep ignoring his lustful touches .. until his head reached inside of your pants and pass your panties .. cupping your pussy into his hands .. “ 𝘮𝘮𝘱𝘧 !“
“ 𝘴𝘩𝘩 .. 𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ..“ he whispered as his fingers rubbed your clit.. circling it only to make you squeeze your legs around his arm .. “ 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 .“
you whined pleasing and begging as his fingers trailed down to your cunt, “ 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘯 ?“ you question just as he shhed you, pushing his fingers into your pussy, pumping in and out of your wet cunt .. so warm around his long slim fingers, you sighed at the feeling of pleasure and he watched you, closely .
your body reacted to every drag of his fingers and hes loving it up, like its treasure .. every now and then his thumb brushed against your now puffy and swollen clit and you gasp, moaning louder each time .
“ 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 ..“ he whispers to you praising the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his fingers .. “ 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 .. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘮 ?“ he asked .
you only stared at him sighing biting your lips to hold back loud moans, he kissed your shoulder and your neck, inhaling your scent like it was a cure .. “ 𝘮𝘮-𝘢𝘢𝘩 ! 𝘰𝘶𝘶 ! 𝘰𝘩- 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵’ ..“
“ 𝘮𝘮, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 .. 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 .“ you obeyed, down to see your pussy spread apart.. his thumb pressed against your clit, and pale fingers being sucked into your cunt by your pussy .. you couldnt hold back a moan .. “ 𝘰𝘰𝘰 ! 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘯 ..“, he smirked biting your shoulder as his fingers pumped in and out of your wet cunt, your pussy clinged around his finger, unable to hold back .
“ 𝘰𝘩𝘩 !“ you whined, and anton shook his head, “ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 .“ purring in your ear as you frowned .. fingers still pumping in and out, lips pressing kisses against your temple and corners of your lips to stop your frown .. you panted breathlessy, helpless under his touch .. so hungry full of greed and want .
“ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 ..“ he hummed as he felt your cunt tighten .. wrapping his fingers inside tightly .. he could always tell when you were close .. your breath hitches, thighs start to shake and try to squeeze his arm between them, and you cling to him .. grabbing anything that you could hold into because it was soo much .. and you where soooo ready to release .
you body reacted on its down .. hips thrusting upwards into his fingers as his thumb rubbed against your clit, you cried and pleased and he only hummed in response .. “ 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘮’ 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘯 .. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 ! 𝘢𝘢𝘩-𝘮𝘮𝘱𝘩 !“ hips thrusting more and more chasing that pit feeling sitting on your stomach .. your cunt clinged and clinged and he watched .. before kissing your lips so passionately as his fingers sped up, pumping into your pussy ..
“ 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘮 ! 𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘩 ! 𝘢𝘩𝘩-𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘵 !“ you pleased and begged staring up at him, he shook his head, just as your mouth flew open, and his mouth was back onto yours, tongue swirling agaisnt tour as you moaned into his mouth, legs shaking, and aching just as your pussy clinged tighter then before letting your liquids spill onto his fingers, pussy gushing as his fingers continued .. you sighed.. his mouth still onto yours as he pulled his fingers out and and pulled away from your mouth ..
“ 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 .. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 ..“ he said kissed your forehead before brining his fingers to his mouth staring into your eyes as he licked them clean .. you gasped.. moaning at the sight once again, he smiled and kissing your lips full tongue and hungrily .. “ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅 .. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 ?“
“ 𝘩𝘢𝘩-𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘩 ! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘵 ..“ you said biting your lips fighting back that moan .
So... I watched this gym video of Bangchan and Changbin while drinking my morning coffee and yeah... my mind started to wander. Enjoy!
Following chapters below:
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
You were feeling relaxed after a hot shower. A quick one but the water running over your skin for a few minutes did all the good needed for your sore body to feel lighter, drowsy as you stood before the sink and got ready to go to bed.
Brushing your teeth while looking at your reflection in the mirror, you smiled when Bangchan's naked one appeared into it, stretching as he passed the doorframe.
He was grinning like a lazy cat, his hair a mess from your time in bed, reddened skin and marks on his arms, his torso as remaining clues of your heated moment.
"We could've showered together, it would've been more time efficient.."
"I doubt it... I know this gaze, it'd turned into round two."
You remarked after spitting the foam forming in your mouth from brushing. He was looking at you like an hungry wolf who was contemplating which part of your body would be the most delicious to bite.
You heard his deep chuckle but he didn't deny while approaching to stand beside you.
His touch on your lower back sent shivers up your spine, fingertips creeping up teasingly then back down, all the while staring at you affectionately.
"Hm, Baby I noticed something.."
He started as he drew circles over your skin, making you feel ticklish and jerk a little away.
You hummed with your mouth full, brushing your teeth thoroughly but letting him know he had your attention. He shifted slightly the way he stood, head turning back so he could see you through the mirror.
"Maybe I'm wrong but.. whenever Bin comes over.. you're quite.."
"Hm ?"
"Quite..."
He tilted his head, trying to find the exact words to translate what was going through his mind. Crossing his arms over his chest, he kept searching for a moment, the only sound present in the bathroom being your brushing. He gave up eventually, chosing to be direct in hope of getting a straight answer from you.
"You know... as soon as the door is closed and he's gone, you drag me to the nearest surface to fuck."
You paused and threw a quick glance at him, taken aback by his words. Leaning over the sink, you spit out the content of your mouth, glad to use this as an excuse to avoid any eye contact.
"Come again ?"
You kept your voice calm, forcing yourself to act normal so that nothing would transpire. Bangchan didn't seem to catch on anything at the moment and just kept exposing his thoughts.
"Like...the sex we have on those days is so intense, it's like another gym session."
He was always so transparent about how he felt or what was on his mind, ever since the beginning of your relationship and you were usually the same, which is why things were going so well since over a year despite the time apart.
This time however was a different and he picked on it easily at the way you remained silent for too long, the furtive glance you shot up at him before opening the faucet to rinse your mouth as a diversion.
"Y/N..."
He called soothingly after placing his hands on your shoulders. Your heart skipped a few beats and your lips formed a thin line, showing how nervous you felt suddenly but as two large palms began massaging you gently, applying soft pression on the muscles, the tension that had suddenly materialised started to seeping out.
He smiled down at you as you seemed to relax under his touch, his presence effortlessly making you feel safe and pushing your preoccupations away.
"Don't get me wrong I'm loving it... just now it was fucking amazing."
His grin brought one to your lips as you stood back up, reaching for a small towel on a rack to wipe your mouth and chin.
"I just find the occurrences... curious."
He finished, looking expectantly at you for some explanations or refutal.
You sighed and turned around to face him, back against the sink as you looked at him.
His eyes were soft on you, projecting nothing but his love and confidence in your honesty as he remained quiet and patient, making you feel guilty for what you were about to do.
Bangchan and you were always quite open with your conversations. Even before things shifted towards something more romantic between you, you were never afraid to share with each other. Be it questions or reflexions over sensitive subjects, observations on your relationship or discussions about your feelings, your mood or anything.
You both held communication in your couple as paramount, which made your stomach twist a bit when you lied to his face.
"That's probably... because you come with him on your gym day. You know how fine you look on those days, hm ?"
You tried to brush things off, knowing how wrong it was but not confident about saying words, admitting private thoughts that might hurt or shift something between you.
He stared at you, a smile that did not reach his eyes resting on his face as he cupped your cheek.
"Perhaps."
He kissed your temple and stepped into the shower, not pushing the matter any further.
Once the water started to run, you let go of the breath you were holding but your stomach still felt heavy, a bitter taste spreading over your tongue as you felt remorses.
Three weeks later, when Bangchan came to stay at your place overnight, you had completely forgotten about your conversation.
You were in the kitchen while he was lounging on your couch, scrolling on his phone and waiting for you to call him over for any task, which would never happen as you hated having people in your skirts as you cooked.
"Baby ?"
He called, half sitting up and turning his upper body towards you as he waited for you to give him your attention.
"Listening..."
You replied although not looking in his direction as you were busy marinating some lamb for tonight.
"Bin asks if he can come over for dinner. You're ok with this ?"
"Hm.. sure."
You replied without thinking since it was quite an habit now for Changbin to come and share a meal with you.
You were completely unaware however of your boyfriend's smirking after your thoughtless reply, implying more than you would've thought of it.
"Great."
Changbin came a few hours later, it was late in the afternoon and things got as loud and animated as usual.
You were still busy with cooking and the boys joined you in the kitchen, not touching anything as they knew better, but sitting on the other side of the counter to keep you company.
The three of you got along well, in a natural manner with each personality complementing the other's. You laughed easily around them, got into passionate arguments on silly matters or just stayed in a comfortable silence with music in the background.
You were done after an hour and the boys had set the plates on your square table. Without even giving it a thought, each of you took their usual seat, Bangchan directly next to you, holding your hand while Changbin sat in front of you and waited patiently for the start.
Dinner went well with the boys talking music and you sharing your insights, Changbin teased and warned his leader a few times, daring him to leave you after tasting your lamb chops and a second time when you took his defense over them bickering.
To you things were going as usual, a normal evening with your boyfriend and his close friend but what you were unaware of, was Bangchan observing all along the evening.
You might've gotten over your discussion but he hadn't.
It had lingered on his mind over the days, he couldn't help thinking about it whenever Changbin mentioned you casually and his last visit two weeks ago made his assumption feel more and more like truth.
This evening was meant for him to confirm them.
He had been scrutinising every interactions, paying attention to any lingering gaze on his teammate, following your eyes whenever you looked in his direction to see the way they moved over his close friend's muscular frame.
Now there was only one thing he needed to make sure of...
Hours later, Changbin was gone and you were busy with the dishes. It was supposed to be Bangchan's turn but you spared him as he was meant to be at your place to relax.
He walked into the kitchen after a moment in the bedroom, shirtless after discarding the t-shirt he had stained accidentally during dinner.
Coming up next to you, he grabbed a kitchen towel hanging on the oven handle and started to dry the few dishes on the rack. You were chatting while working in tandem, singing in some moments with Bangchan covering most parts and you joining in the chorus.
It was a completely normal evening to you.
"Diner was nice, uh..."
"Hm.. as usual with you two around."
He looked at you and at your expression in particular as he continued.
"Mmh yeah but.. when Innie or Felix come you keep a bit more to yourself. With Changbin around.. you have more fun..."
"Seems to me the vibes are the same as with the others.."
You shrugged, quite oblivious of the intent behind this conversation.
He hummed as he pondered on your reply and placed the towel on the counter next to him. Moving slowly around you, like a predator would while closing on a prey, he slipped behind your back, large hands finding your hips and making you shiver instantly.
"Not exactly... And I think I have an idea why..."
His voice had dropped an octave, sending goosebumps all over your skin and adding fire to the heat already burning in your lower belly.
"An idea of ?"
You asked, halting all movement to focus on the sensation of his hands on you as they moved lower and forward, grabbing the fabric of the knee-long shirt you had changed into to get through the chores. He bunched it up a little, lifting the shirt just enough to access your bare thighs and caress the skin, following the warmth of your flesh as it got hotter and hotter as he approached your center.
"Channie.. come on I need to finish cleaning those.."
"Don't mind me then.."
He replied unbothered by your slightly wavering tone, his fingers pressing lightly on the soft skin of your inner thighs and forcing them apart. Sensing the moist flesh, he knew what was to expect before he even got to leave featherlight touches on you, fingertip brushing along the damp fabric of your underwear.
"I didn't go to the gym today..."
He smirked as he ran his finger along the soaked fabric and it as all the answer he needed.
You failed to see how his remark was relevant at the moment as his touch elicited a light moan from you.
Pushing your panties aside without wasting any seconds, he slid his index through your folds and let out a pleased sigh as he noticed how easily he could dive in. He was already expecting you to be in such state but was still in awe in the end, his desire ignited by how drenched you were.
A loud clunk resonated in the kitchen when you dropped a spoon from your hand, followed by the soapy sponge you were holding as you became unable to carry on with your task. Biting back a few moans when Bangchan started pumping his finger inside you, you quickly went to grip onto the edge of the sink as your legs were feeling weak and threatening to give off.
"So fucking wet... What were you even this ready for then Y/N, hm ?"
He growled, curling his digit in your core and making you gasp. Your eyes fell shut as you tried to understand what was going on but all your brains could decide on momentarily was for your hips to start rolling and seek more of his touch.
His free hand left your hip, making you wonder what was next until you heard the familiar rustle of his belt, the zip from his jeans and the soft thud of them hitting the floor as he rushed to free himself from his straining clothes.
He grabbed you by the nape, making you gasp at the rough grip but arch instinctively against him. Your legs were trembling when his hard shaft pressed into your entrance, replacing his finger without any ceremony.
"Tell me.. why are you so ready to fuck..!"
His snapped his hips forward abruptly, pushing all the way inside and tearing a cry of surprise from you. He was telling the truth as your walls stretched on his passage, provoking little pain as he sheathed himself in your welcoming pussy.
"Fuck Channie ! what's got into y-..."
You yelped, eyes opening wide in surprise when a swift slap on your bare ass prevented you from finishing your sentence. The light sting from the hit followed by the warmth diffusing over the sensitive flesh made your walls pulse around his cock, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he ran his palm over the curve of the cheek.
"Changbin is hot, isn't he ?"
"What ?"
Another harsh spank came, making you moan loudly and grip tighter on the sink. Loving when he manhandled you, you were still confused as to what warranted such treatment and you meant to turn your head to look at him but he shifted his hold to grab your chin, forcing you to look back ahead.
His grip slid back down around your throat, squeezing like to warn you to behave but making your eyes roll back with pleasure at the same time.
"I've been watching.. and I've noticed the way you looked at him, baby girl."
He pulled back all the way, slowly dragging his cock against your walls to make sure you felt every inch of it, then slammed again into your pussy, making you cry out his name in pleasure and protest.
"Tell me the truth, baby... I already know but I want to hear it... from you.."
He leaned forward and murmured against your ear while his hips shifted to a deep and sensual rhythm. The sudden change in behaviour was driving you insane, your whole body reacting to his actions.
You sighed and reached back for him, fingers waving through his silver hair to ground you as you met his thrusts.
"He is.. but I don't... Chan, I can't when you fuck me like that..."
You pleaded breathless and could feel him smirking against your ear, proud of the effect he had on you. He nipped teasingly at your earlobe while keeping his pace just as it was.
"So you like him ?"
"Not him per se....not how you think although I don't know... ah don't stop..."
You tried to explain but the way he choked you while his cock pounded you relentlessly made your mind foggy and you had trouble talking properly.
"Please harder.."
"Not yet... you aren't done confessing..."
Another hard thrust to let you know that he was losing patience and you pulled hard on his hair as it sent jolts of pleasure through your body, a long and raspy moan escaping you.
"It's just when... when you're together, I like him.. there's something about it... I love the way you interact and..."
"And... that's what makes you so worked up... how we could be in a certain way with you..."
It was subtle but a shiver that ran along your spine as you thought about Bangchan and Changbin together, something about the atmosphere around them, about their combined aura made you want to surrender fully to them.
You held back a moment as images of them played in your head but couldn't help clenching around Bangchan.
He moaned at the sudden reaction from your body, bucking his hips as the unspoken truth made him throb hard inside of you.
He cursed under his breath, being himself quite aroused by the unveiled fantasy.
"Fuck Y/N... you'd look so gorgeous.. perfect while you take us at the same time..."
He praised between kisses against your temple, cheek and jaw as he tilted your head to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, messy as you both reveled in this newly shared desire.
Moving his hand from your neck to your hips and holding you firmly, he began to pound at a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing filling the kitchen as you chased together your release.
It came fast for you as Bangchan recognised the way your body reacted when he found your sweet spot.
He focused on hitting it repeatedly, making you sing his name and cry in ecstasy as you could brush closer to your orgasm with each thrust he gave.
"Chan.. keep going.. you feel so good please..."
You begged and pulled him by the hair for your lips to meet again, sloppily until he got you tipping over the edge and shattering in his arms. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body quaking from head to toes as you let yourself get carried away. Bangchan's hips never stopped through your orgasm, his own peak ever closer as the constant stimulation made your walls squeeze his cock hard and repeatedly.
He pressed his large frame against you, trapping your body between him and the sink as he buried his face in your neck and moved more erratically.
Deep grunts flew from his mouth, blending with your breathless moans for a little while then he came undone, his own climax hitting him hard as he sunk his cock up to the hilt inside you, letting out a strangled moan while pouring his release.
Careful to not collapse onto you, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and let himself slide to the ground as he held you. He sat with his back against the counter cabinet while you snuggled in his embrace, both of you catching your breath.
"You lied..."
He pointed out while resting his chin onto your shoulder. You could note in his quiet tone that he felt a little hurt by you hiding the truth from him. You sighed and tilted your head to press your lips tenderly against his cheek, asking for forgiveness.
"I didn't want you to get the wrong idea.."
"What were you afraid of ?"
"That you would think I was interested in Changbin and doubt how much I love you."
"That's silly."
"I know now."
He pinched your side, making your wiggle in his arms before he held you tighter.
"How much then ?"
"Hm ?"
"Do you love me."
"I don't know... I can't imagine anything that might even get close to how much."
"That's good for me because I feel the same so..."
He took hold of your chin, making you tilt your head to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.
"... don't ever think that anything would change that fact. Always trust me and talk to me Y/N"
"Hm.. I promise."
Your lips met another time, sealing your promise as you kept them against one another for a longer time.
Bangchan gently brought you to lay on the kitchen floor, the cold tile making you press your body fully against him as he placed himself between your legs. The kiss turned more heated, your tongues dancing and lips moving like you would die if you parted in this instant.
You let go when you both needed to catch your breath, grinning like idiots and losing yourself into each other's gaze until Bangchan brought up the main topic again.
"So Changbin..."
"Changbin."
"How would you like to do it ? Should I just call him over or you would like something more elaborate? Romantic? A first time just you two or should I watch ? Or maybe we could tr-..."
You pressed a finger over his lips to shut him up as he got carried away with planning and overthinking through all of this.
"It can wait. For now what I want..."
You brought your legs up to wrap around his waist, letting his semi hard length slip back through your folds as you rolled your hips invitingly. Knowing you succeeded in distracting him when he breathed out your name and fell in pace with you, you stared into his eyes and finished your sentence.
"...Is you Chan, and no one else."
The smile that illuminated his face reached his eyes this time as he fell a little more in love with you, touched by your words and sincerity.
He made sure to fulfill your wish, giving himself fully to you again and again, as you embraced with love until morning came.
This feels like it should be such a non issue but i just wanted to ask everyone for their opinion.
I am a black girl, more on the dark skin side. Which is why in 95% of my stories, when i need a picture to represent y/n or the reader i use someone who is black as well.
Does this sometimes make it weirder for me to imagine the scenario? Yes. Because in 2026 I feel like the idea of having a black member (*cough* katseye *cough*) is still so foreign to so many people. (I’ve seen too many disgusting comments about Manon’s race)
So sometimes I wonder if i should js give up and use white profiles for my reader but as i’m writing this i realize more and more how absolutely stupid that is 💀
Like why tf would i stop writing my readers as black just cause majority of kpop fanfic don’t do it???
Okay, i’ve come to my senses. This isn’t to offend anyone, i was genuinely thinking deeply about this for a few days but who cares
Its fan fiction
FICTION
Life is never that deep
Not me giving myself an answer through talking to myself 💀
Fyi, if it wasn’t obvious, unless stated or implied otherwise, assume the reader is black in my fics. I never make it toooooo relevant to the plot so it doesn’t really matter but yea 🤷♀️
ANOTHER THING
Why are so many of the Black reader fics I find smut 😭
Maybe I'm overthinking it, but it does feel a little weird that a lot of the limited Black reader content out there ends up being 18+ stories. I don't know. It just feels like there should be more varie yk?
Warnings: swearing, possessive thoughts/feelings, violent threats, mentions of cheating ex-boyfriend (ew), compulsion used to stop autonomy.
-Enhypen is 7!
-This Chapter is a long read
-Not proof read
Blue=Inner Monologue
Purple=POV Switch
Red=Enhypen's Inner Monologue
Red and Italics=Telepathy
Lunch had continued on calmly once Mya’s mood had stabilized. She no longer had her chest filled with guilt. As the men had made it clear that they didn’t blame her for her grandfathers’ actions. Eventually most of the food was eaten, and Mya found herself feeling quite full.
“Well, I think I’m done eating for now.” She said with a groan. Arms stretching up above her head.
The young woman then picked up her plate and started to walk over to the sink.
“What are you doing Mya?” Heeseung asked while setting down his fork.
“Um, I’m about to clean my dish?” Mya puzzled while gesturing the plates towards the sink.
“No, you’re not. We will do them.” The man responded while standing up to walk towards Mya.
He then took the plates from her hand and set them on the counter next to the sink.
“N-No it’s fine really. I don’t mind washing them.” Mya sputtered out while trying to retrieve the dishes.
Unfortunately for her, Heeseung was a whole foot taller than her, so when he promptly swiped up the items and held them high above her reach. She really didn’t stand a chance.
“What you mind in this context doesn’t matter.” Heeseung said with a smirk on his face.
“Why-what does that even mean?” Mya huffed as she stood on her tippy toes trying to reach the plates.
This man speaks in riddles I swear. She thought to herself as she made a brief jump to try to grab the edge of the plate.
Once again failing as Heeseung smoothly moved the items to his other hand. The teasing look on his face was a clear sign that he was enjoying this.
“Whatever. I'm not doing this with you.” Mya conceded, arms crossing over her chest in annoyance.
“Ignore him, Mya. He’s just entertaining himself.” Jake explained while waving a dismissive hand in Heeseung’s direction.
“Let us do the dishes Dove. It’s been a long time since we’ve done normal activities.” Jungwon suggested. The blonde was already walking over to the sink with dishes in his hands.
Normal, right. This is all new for them. I’m sure this was probably their first meal without surveillance. Mya thought to herself.
“Okay…if you really want to then that’s fine, but I can promise you dishes aren't that fun.” She lightly teased while patting Jungwon on the shoulder as he passed by.
“Then it’s decided. We will do the dishes and Sunoo will keep Mya entertained.” Heeseung announced. His hands came down gently on Mya’s shoulders as he began to guide her towards the pink haired male.
“Hello pretty.” Sunoo greeted cheerfully as he rose from his seat. “I know the weather is not good at the moment. However, the manor has many interesting rooms we could explore.”
Mya turned her head to look out the window and as Sunoo stated, it was in fact still storming.
“Sure, an indoor walk sounds fun.” She agreed with a smile.
Pleased with her response Sunoo then politely gestured towards the door and asked Mya to lead the way. The pair then left the kitchen as Sunoo suggested they start on the third floor. Which held the least rooms.
(POV Switch)
"So, explain to me why we’re having Sunoo distract Mya?” Jake asked while turning in his chair to face Heeseung.
“Because something happened with the blood bond.” Heeseung replied flatly. The teasing smirk from earlier was replaced with a tense expression.
“You felt it too?” Jay questioned while looking down at his own hands.
“Of course I did.” Heeseung said before placing Mya’s dishes in the sink.
“What I felt wasn’t the typical ebbs and flows of Mya’s emotions. This was something much harsher.” The eldest explained as he turned back around to face the others.
Heeseung’s eyes swept across the room as he let the words hang heavy in the air. Jay was still staring down at his hands as if they held answers. Jaw noticeably tense, and a faint smell of burnt wood beginning to fill the air. Jake on the other hand looked nervously between the two before speaking.
“What do you think it was then? Are you sure it wasn’t just the bond trying to stabilize itself? Dove has only been with us for little over 36 hours.” He puzzled, fingers tapping rapidly on the table. A slight giveaway to the storm brewing both outside the manor as well as inside his chest.
“Ni-ki and Sunghoon.” Jay gritted out, nostrils flaring slightly as he spoke.
“What do 550 and 554 have to do with this?” Jungwon demanded while taking steps to stand besides Jay.
“You are well aware of their feelings towards our…circumstances.” Jay recalled with an exhale.
Jungwon only huffed in response, lips twitching slightly as he tried to find the right words. Thunder continued in the distance, morphing from a low rumble to a threatening roar. Rain began to beat harder against the window panes as the tension in the kitchen continued to rise. Jake suddenly stood to his feet in frustration and began to pace back and forth.
“We are supposed to follow protocol.” Jake fumed while running a hand through his hair.
Lightning cracked outside as he finished speaking. The weather continues to add further emphasis to his frustration.
“We are supposed to proceed slowly and gain Mya’s trust.” Jake continued.
“They don’t want that.” Heeseung stated, cutting off Jake’s rant.
Jungwon rolled his eyes at the information before speaking, “I’m well aware of that. However we decide-”
“No.” Jay interrupted while sitting back in his chair. “You don’t understand Jungwon.”
The blonde pressed his tongue to his teeth as he took a deep breath. Ever since Mya arrived at the manor they’ve all been experiencing emotions long thought to have been buried. Due to this the men have yet to grasp how to properly act on these new sensations. Ones so strong, they felt as though something was crawling up their throats. An intense instinct to protect Mya had been literally injected into their veins. It was a part of their genetic makeup now. So, the insinuation that two of their members had done something to it was a betrayal against what they have all become.
“Fine, explain it then.” Jungwon’s words came out clipped as he spoke.
“This morning Ni-ki and Sunghoon entered the kitchen, and revealed that they have a plan to rid us of the blood bond.” Jay clarified. Light puffs of smoke left his mouth as he spoke.
“They’ve made these statements before.” Jungwon recalled while bringing his hands to cross over his chest.
“Which means, if what Jay and I felt was correct. Then they’ve made attempts to put their plan into action.” Heeseung said while taking a step forward.
The sentence landed in the air like a boulder being dropped into a lake. For a few brief moments none of the men spoke. However, something dark started to seep into the bond. Like inky black tendrils lurking from the shadows. An emotion that they were all very familiar with after decades of being trapped in the manor. Anger. Anger that two of their close friends had gone behind their backs, and tried to take something from them. From all of them.
“I’m going to fucking kill them.” Jake cursed while beginning to storm towards the doorway.
“Wait.” Heeseung commanded while placing his hands into his pockets.
Jake stopped walking, but refused to turn around.
“Jungwon and I will go confront them. Your job is to keep the doors locked and stabilize the weather outside .” The taller man directed while walking towards Jake.
Jake growled in frustration before turning around.
“Why can’t I-”
“Your abilities are too closely linked to your emotional state. If you become too overwhelmed and lose control, Mya could be injured.” Heeseung stated while cutting Jake off.
“I would never intentionally hurt Mya.” Jake retorted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
“That’s exactly why it’s best that you let us handle this.” Jungwon interjected. The blonde walked over before placing a comforting hand onto Jakes’ shoulder.
“Go to Sunoo and help him keep our Dove entertained. We will make sure 550 and 554 can’t take her from us.” Jungwon reassured while giving Jakes’ shoulder a small squeeze.
Feeling slightly reassured by his friend, Jake returned the younger man's words with a small nod before exiting the kitchen.
[Location Switch- Office]
(POV Switch)
Mya had found herself back in front of the red wooden door of her grandfather's office. She had been distracted by Sunoo’s sweet words and flirtations during their walk. Heart fluttering from the positive attention. Despite that, the pair were now standing in front of a room that held many dark secrets. Mya stared at the door as she recalled the leather satchel in her room. She had filled it with a few notes this morning in an attempt to gather evidence, but surely a few pages wasn’t enough.
I would probably need to find the most damning proof. Something the police obviously couldn’t deny. She thought to herself while looking at the door.
“Do you want to enter there?” Sunoo’s voice calmly asked.
Mya turned her head to look at him. His features were calm, almost pleasant as if he was asking about entering a grocery store.
“Oh I-I was just thinking.” Mya responded quickly with a shake of her head.
Sunoo let out a slight chuckle before stepping forward to open the office door.
“No use in lying pretty. Your eyes reveal your thoughts.” Sunoo teased while strolling casually into the office before turning around.
“So, what is it you’re looking for?” He asked while gesturing at the space before them.
Mya slowly followed Sunoo into the office. While doing so, she couldn’t help but try to analyze the pink haired man's reactions. Was he nervous about being in this room? Had he even set foot in here before?
I shouldn’t expect him to be okay with this. He’s surrounded by reminders of his trauma. She thought to herself.
“Sunoo, you don’t have to be in here with me you know.” Mya assured him.
She made her way to her grandfather's desk in hopes of finding the same stack of papers from this morning.
“I’m well aware of that pretty, but thank you.” Sunoo responded with a smile.
Mya returned the gesture with a brief smile of her own before looking down at the large desk in front of her. Unfortunately, the stacks of paper from this morning were nowhere to be found. A small noise of confusion left her, as she began to look on the floor surrounding the desk. However, the papers scattered on the ground appeared to be simple business documents.
Where the heck did they go? I know I left them on the desk. Mya puzzled to herself while sitting up on her knees.
“Looking for something in particular?” Sunoo’s voice called out.
Causing Mya to peek over the top of the desk. Only to be greeted by Sunoo leaning over it to meet her at eye level. The young woman was briefly caught off guard by the sudden closeness as the two of them were now face-to-face. Mya let out a flustered squeak before quickly rising to her feet.
“Uh no-no. I wasn't looking for-.” Mya cut herself off from speaking after seeing the look on Sunoo’s face.
He looked smug, too smug. As if he knew exactly what she was trying to do. There was also something about his eyes that made Mya feel exposed. She had never seen such fox-like eyes before. Not to mention the shade of brown was gorgeous. They almost appeared to be glowing, like the sun was warming them from the inside out.
Why is he so hard to lie to? It has to be those eyes of his. Definitely have to avoid eye contact from now on. Mya internally decided.
“Trying to conjure up more lies pretty?” Sunoo teased as he rose back to his full height.
His voice brought Mya from her thoughts. She then immediately made the mistake of looking Sunoo in the eyes again.
“I was just looking for my grandfather's old notes.” The young woman blurted out.
Crap, I didn't want to tell him that.
“I see, and what notes are you looking for in particular? Any documents about his business and assets should be in possession of his lawyer.” Sunoo said while walking around the desk to stand about a foot in front of Mya.
“I actually meant the notes about his…I mean-” Mya found herself stammering.
Attempting to find the right words to describe what she was looking for. While also avoiding offending her new companion. She found herself fidgeting in place as her eyes darted around the room. As she looked around the office, Mya couldn’t help but notice that the area was less cluttered than it had been this morning. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it looked as though there were significantly less papers scattered across the floor. Some of the shelves also appeared to be missing multiple books.
Maybe I’m just imagining things. I swore there was more stuff in here earlier.
“Sadly, there are no files in here detailing Harvey’s research. Besides I doubt he would keep something like that in a place that could be easily found.” Sunoo said with a shrug.
It was starting to become slightly concerning how Sunoo seemed to always know what Mya was thinking. However, she decided not to dwell on it too long as she felt there were more important things to address first.
“Well, I think if I look hard enough, I might find something somewhere.” Mya stated before walking towards a bookshelf on the right side of the room.
She then began to pick up one of the hard cover books and shake them. Hoping to see if anything would fall out.
(POV Switch)
Sunoo watched as Mya held the book upside down. A slight pout formed on her lips as she realized nothing was going to fall out.
Cute. Sunoo thought.
He was thankful for his quick thinking earlier this morning. While Mya was in the shower, he took it upon himself to clean up the office. Harvey had too many details of his work lying in the open. Many of them had anecdotes far too gruesome for Mya to read. None of them could risk her finding out more of their past. She was far too delicate, too sweet. Due to this, the documents were promptly handed over to Jay. Who took great pleasure in torching them.
However, Mya had no clue that the evidence she was so desperately looking for no longer existed. Sunoo smirked to himself as he continued watching Mya in amusement. She was now flipping through a textbook about basic anatomy.
“Why are his notes so important to you?” He asked. Genuinely curious as to what her motivation was.
Mya set the textbook back on the shelf before looking at him.
“Because we need evidence.” She replied plainly.
Mya’s face was confused, almost like she couldn't understand why the question was being asked. While Sunoo was equally confused as to why she felt evidence was needed. She was here with them in the manor now. Nothing else should matter, right?
“Forgive me pretty, but I think you might be confused. There’s no need to gather evidence anymore. Harvey is deceased, so is Robert. There is no one to report to the authorities." Sunoo explained gently, intentionally softening his gaze.
Mya’s worry for them, while endearing could prove to be a problem. Authorities meant questions. Which often led to investigations, and some of their disappearances were far too recent to be overlooked.
Jay was right. She does have a strong sense of justice. He mused to himself.
“They still need to be exposed.” Mya declared while taking a step towards Sunoo.
“What they did to you-to all of you. That is a crime Sunoo. Multiple crimes probably, and they deserve to have their image ruined.” Her voice was clear as she continued, but her eyes were filled with an emotion Sunoo couldn't identify.
“I understand that exposing them is a tough decision to make, and I want to respect your choice. We don’t even have to give your names or faces.” She continued while gently taking both of Sunoo’s hands in her own.
“I just want you to keep your options open, okay. People in my family are good at making others feel small or crazy. They like to rug sweep and pretend nothing is wrong. You guys don’t have to hide here anymore.” Mya added, looking up to make direct eye contact with Sunoo. An action that slightly took his breath away.
This…is definitely going to be an issue. Sunoo thought to himself.
Unsure of how to respond to words spoken to him with such sincerity. The pink haired man looked down at where his and Mya’s hands were connected and felt the bond hum gently between them. A strange feeling overcame him, as a light stinging started to emerge behind his eyes. Sunoo could mimic emotions almost as well as Jake or Jungwon. However, the feeling currently burning in his chest was far too real to be merely him reflecting. He began to blink his eyes rapidly after realizing this is exactly what Jay had been mentioning earlier.
“Being close to Mya…it’s something I can’t describe. Everything inside me that I thought was dead suddenly roared to life.”
No one had understood what Jay had meant at the time, dismissing it as his usual dramatics. Now, though, Sunoo understood completely. He was indeed alive.
“Hey, are you okay?” Mya’s voice whispered to him. She then brought a gentle hand up and brushed a stray tear from Sunoo’s cheek with her sleeve.
Sunoo couldn't help but stand completely still as she continued to dab gently at his face. Cooing softly about how she didn't mean to upset him.
“I’m not upset. I’m…not sure what I’m feeling right now, but I know it’s nothing negative.” Sunoo reassured, his voice slightly shaky.
Slowly he then grabbed the hand that Mya was using to wipe his tears. He then brought her knuckles to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to them. Mya in return gawked at the gesture as her mouth opened and closed rapidly. Brown eyes widening comically as she quickly took a step back. Sunoo couldn't help but smile as he watched her nervously babble about being glad he was okay. All while her eyes never left the hand that had just received gentle affection.
“That’s good! You should be fine-you should all be fine…” Mya rambled while walking over to the nearest window and fixing her gaze outside.
“You seem flustered pretty. Don’t tell me no one has ever given you their affections?” Sunoo teased while moving to stand next to her.
Mya’s head snapped around to face him, long braids falling in her face as she sputtered.
“I have! I had affection before.” The bond began to warm up slightly as she spoke. Mya tugged lightly at the collar of her hoodie as she quickly averted her gaze back to the window.
“Yet you seem so flustered right now.” Sunoo ribbed lightly.
Mya’s eyes quickly fluttered over him before she scoffed. She then looked down at the windowsill before continuing.
“It’s just that my ex wasn't the most affectionate person. I guess…” Her voice softened a little as she trailed off.
Right that swine. How something that hideous ever get the privilege of being Mya’s significant other is beyond me. Sunoo grumbled to himself before pausing slightly.
Did she just say ex?
His eyes lit up as he registered the implication of what was just said. Ex has to imply no more, as in their relationship is done. Said relationship was already null and void the moment Mya set foot in the manor. However, the fact that there are no lingering feelings to get rid of makes the men's jobs a lot easier. Sunoo was slightly disappointed as he was looking forward to carving the swine from the inside out.
Now’s not the time for that. He reprimanded himself.
“Ah, so he's an ex-boyfriend. Does that mean our princess is once again single?” Sunoo asked, purposely trying to keep a light tone in his voice.
Despite the possessiveness that was currently surging through his veins.
“Oh…yeah. He cheated on me…with my younger sister.” Mya revealed with an awkward chuckle at the end.
That swine is fucking dead.
Sunoo couldn’t help the involuntary twitch that occurred in his right shoulder after hearing that sentence. Thoughts morphing into a muddled overlay of noise. The urge to hunt down the scum who’d hurt Mya was battling with the sick greed inside him. A greed that was dancing gleefully at the fact there were no obstacles in the way of their Dove’s affections.
How dare he betray her like that. She mine, mine, mi-
A thud sounded behind them, as the door to the office suddenly slammed open.
(POV Switch)
Mya jumped slightly from the loud noise behind her. She wasn’t sure what she expected to see. However, it definitely wasn’t supposed to be Ni-ki standing there looking like he’d just run a marathon. The bleach blonde man was standing in the doorway, right hand gripping the frame. Long bangs were falling over his face, so Mya was unable to see his expression fully.
Despite that, Mya could sense a wildness in his posture that suggested something was not right. Earlier today Ni-ki had been cold and hostile. Now, he almost looked frazzled and for some reason that made Mya more nervous than when he had been angry. She wanted to comfort him and ask what happened, but after what occurred this morning. The young woman decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut.
I wonder what happened to him? Mya thought while turning to look at Sunoo.
The pink haired man quickly met her gaze before moving to place himself in between herself and Ni-ki. Tension quickly filled the room as to two men engaged in a stare down. Mya watched from over Sunoo’s shoulder as Ni-ki slid his hand down the door frame and pushed himself into the room.
“Whatever you’re trying to accomplish here, isn’t going to work. You should leave…for your own safety of course.” Sunoo warned with a saccharine smile on his lips .
Mya couldn't help but wince internally, as she heard Sunoo speak. His demeanor hadn't changed at all from their earlier conversation. The man was still seemingly playful and teasing. However, the content of what he was now saying was completely darker. Mya also had a feeling that the pink haired man was not bluffing with his words.
This is bad. I don’t want them to fight. Should I try to find Jay or something?
Her eyes then floated back to Ni-ki. Who is now staring directly back at her. The taller man's eyes were a swirling mix of emotions that Mya couldn’t pinpoint. However, she couldn't help but think he looked relived. She watched as Ni-ki firmly shook his head once after looking her up and down. As if confirming something to be true about her before turning his attention back to Sunoo.
“You can stand down 556.” Ni-ki stated, calmly taking another slow step into the room.
“Sunoo.” The pink haired man corrected.
Ni-ki’s right eyebrow quirked up slightly at the correction. His mouth twitched like he wanted to argue. Instead he only nodded his head in agreement.
“You can stand down…Sunoo.” The name was said quietly. Almost like Ni-ki was unsure of how to pronounce it.
The blonde man then walked over to the far corner of the office and took a seat in one of the leather chairs. Long legs crossing gracefully, Ni-ki then sat back and looked once again at Mya.
“I will be joining you from now on.” He announced. Deep voice vibrating against the old walls of the office.
Mya then looked at Sunoo in confusion. Hoping that maybe he could explain what was going on. However, her new friend looked just as puzzled as she was. Not wanting to create any more tension, Mya decided that she wasn't going to question Ni-ki’s presence too much.
Unfortunately, before she could inform the man that his presence was accepted she started to hear footsteps approaching the office doorway. When she turned her head in the direction of the sound, she was surprised to see Jake enter with a bright smile on his face.
[Location Switch-Hallway]
(POV Switch)
Silence accompanied Jungwon and Heeseung as they walked from the kitchen to the ballroom. Both of their minds were running wild with possibilities; neither of them wanted to voice out loud. Jay had decided to stay behind so that the kitchen could be cleaned. He didn't want to risk Mya asking more questions as they had already ushered her away without warning.
“Do you think they could have really altered the bond?” Jungwon asked as they entered the foyer.
“I’m not sure.” Heeseung replied bitterly.
After exciting the room, the wooden door of the ballroom started to come into view. However, to their surprise the door was now wide open. A small detail that instantly put them on alert, as they had promised to always keep that door closed. Not wanting to risk upsetting Mya again. Wordlessly the pair entered the ballroom only to have their ears pick up the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching them. Out of the darkness emerged Sunghoon running towards them with a strange look etched across his features.
“What did you do?” Heeseung demanded, the lights in the ballroom cut on instantly as his voice rose.
“Where is she?” Sunghoon ignored him. Instead asking a question of his own.
“She’s safe. No thanks to you. Now answer Heeseung’s question before I make you.” Jungwon warned while taking a step forward.
A strong scent of burning chemicals and exhaust fumes began to emanate from the blonde man. Indicating that his anger was not to be taken lightly. Mya was not around so the gloves were off, as was the mask. There was nothing around to keep things from going down hill and all three of the men knew that.
Sunghoon, sensing that there was no way out of this interrogation decided that it was better to give the information freely. Being under Jungwon’s compulsion was not an experience he was fond of, so he decided to concede. However, the events in the basement had put him in a poor mood so he wasn't going to make this easy for him.
“We did exactly what we said we would.” Sunghoon answered plainly.
Naturally, Jungwon did not appreciate the vagueness as the scent of chemicals became strong enough to make both Sunghoon and Heeseung's eyes burn.
“Details. Now.” Jungwon commanded.
His voice echoed in Sunghoon’s head as he found himself responding involuntarily.
“550 and I acquired some of the grimoires left in the old man's office. We then studied its contents in order to learn the spells required to sever the blood bond.” Sunghoon revealed through gritted teeth.
The lack of control over what he had just said was infuriating. He had always hated Jungwon's ability. Especially in times like this when it was being used against him.
“Turn it off. Now.” Sunghoon demanded through the mind link. Blue veins crawled up his neck as his irritation grew.
“Are you done playing coy now?” Heeseung asked.
Sunghoon lifted his chin in agreement as he didn’t have control over his words. Heeseung, realizing that this was the closest they were going to get to submission without having to draw blood, decided to let it slide for now.
“Cut him loose.” The older man said while looking at Jungwon.
Who in return immediately released Sunghoon from his compulsion. Sunghoon let out a breath he didn't know was being held after feeling the pressure in his head disappear.
“The spells in those books took years for the old man to find, and decades to learn. Just how long have you two been planning this?” Jungwon inquired while adjusting the sleeves on his shirt.
“For as long as you all planned to bring Mya to the manor earlier than Harvey intended.” Sunghoon replied with a huff.
He then looked over Jungwon’s shoulder and attempted to side step the two. Only to be quickly stopped by Heeseung.
“You’re not going anywhere until you show us what you’ve done.” The taller man stated as he took a step in front of Sunghoon.
Sunghoon’s eyes widened slightly at the sentence as he hadn't been expecting this outcome. His mind went back to the mess in the basement. Specifically the dove that lay dead in the bottom of its cage. A visual he was sure would upset Jungwon and Heeseung more than they already were.
“There’s no need for that. The spell didn’t work and the bond is still in place-” He started only to be interrupted by Jungwon.
“All the more reason for us to see the full picture of what you attempted to do.” Jungwon said while walking past him towards the basement.
Heeseung then leaned down slightly before whispering to Sunghoon, “Are you going to lead the way, or are we going to have to drag you down there?”
Sunghoon shoved the male away before turning to storm towards the basement.
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[Name] folds her long arms over her chest to create a sense of warmth to heat up her shivering body as she awaited for Gojo to arrive at the large structured gothic church that she volunteered for college, She had been a lukewarm Christian for half of her life, and her Aunty suggested that she visited the church down town where she worked as to strengthen her faith with Adonai. Despite her initial hesitation, she decided to give it a try and invited the ex-model to join her. Hence, she yearned for a strong relationship that was glued together and would never break or tear apart, take a glimpse what going to church wild be like like, what the people are like, if they're so accepting and would be able to forgive her of her disgusting sins.
Her lips departs as she observes how a cloud of vapor ascends between her lips, mixing with in with the mélange of the frigid breeze and tiny specks of white dust trickling down gracefully on the ground. The strong gust slams across her face as she shivers uncontrollably, her head sways around in different directions as she looks for him in line with her peripheral vision only to see people entering and exiting the church.
Her steady eyes are now fixated on the cars zooming past down the stretched out icy road as their tires screech across it as individuals go about their evening strutting on the side walk, conversing or walking their dogs. As shivers plummet down her figure.
"Where is he...? he's always late. What a waste of time." She mumbles under her breath followed by a scoff as she turns her weight to face the gothic building — with each step the girl took quick strides toward the building whilst she stuck her trembling hands into her pocket as the wool envelopes her lithe hands into coziness. Someone calling her nickname causes her to snap her head towards the person as gazes at the male before her.
His round sunglasses that was a dark grey hue was sliding down his high bridge nose as she gazes into his cerulean eyes peeking through. His chiseled features was glossed with comfort, Snow white tousled curls tied back into a low ponytail that framed his face as tendrils sticking out by the sides, displaying his pierced ears — his ebony beanie adjusted atop of his head along with his hoodie veiled over to keep his hair at bay as wispy bangs kissed his trimmed eyebrows.
The tall male back was reclined forward with his hands positioned on his bent knees displayed as if he ran a marathon. The lanky male was garbed in an oversized grey polyester hoodie, adidas written on the left chest side with a big white font matched with the same color trackies. His puffer that draped over his shoulders that hugged his toned figure.
"Did you seriously run here?" Her soft voice calls out as a hint of rasp in laced in her articulate tone. She struts toward the ex model as a small smile tucks in the corner her glossed lips as she takes back her words.
"No— I just walked slow like a snail." He responds back lazily in a sarcastic tone as his deep voice makes her dismiss what he said, making her feel giddy inside when she knew she shouldn't feel such a way. The male straightened his posture so that he could stand tall, looming over her as their eyes locked upon each other.
"Oh quiet, l.. you're not funny." A low chuckle slips out both their lips in sync as he notices how the girl is trembling like crazy and how there was a red hue painted on her pierced nose. He then ambles toward her with swag, as his soles crush the slush sleet beneath his feet. The two keep eye contact as he snakes his arms around her lean torso, as he tugs her into a tight embrace for support causing her to stumble into his chest as he brought her closer laying his chin on her shoulder, his hand extended to play with a wisp of her silky weave. Their beating hearts nestled together as she could sense the affection radiating from him as her head snuggles into his lukewarm chest.
"Sorry for being late, I got a call about the Instagram post." His honeyed voice was gentle, it was low in pitch and pronounced in
a legato tone as it soothes her tender heart making her feel at ease as she detect how soft he was.
"Satoru— what if someone notices you." [Name] shot back in a worried tone, her dulcet voice had a steady pitch as she matched his tone. She tries attempt to let go of the hug as his hand stays on her head.
"I don't care anymore, I'm not in the industry, remember?"
"They still want you back." He pulls away slowly from the hug creating a small gap between the two to gaze into her doe brown eyes — he gifts the young woman a reassuring smile as he leans in to place a chaste butterfly kiss on her glossed carmine lips as she closes her eyes for a brief second, The girl reaches out her hand to lightly push him backwards hence making him remove his lips, she opens her eyes "Ow." as he stumbles on his feet nevertheless her head glances around in case anyone peeped it as she lets out a relived sigh.
She mirrors his smile as she stuck out her right hand beckoning him to hold it as he gets the message, he mirrors her action happily as his svelte fingers entangled within her own as he grasped ahold it yanking her forward as a gasp slips out her lips when he wraps his long arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer as the two began to stride in sync down the chalky path way.
"Seriously, Satoru! someone might see us, be forreal." She scolds in an annoyed tone but with a hint of playfulness laced in it, dragging out his government name as a group of old citizens enter the building, glancing at the boisterous duo that was bickering one of the old couples smiling at them then glance at each other being reminded of their college days.
"It doesn't matter~ Firecracker."
"Stop calling me that, you Mayo monkey."
"We're in front of church, stop name calling.. I'm telling God on you."
"Hey! says the one kissing me in front of a church.. I don't know what's worse." [Name] halts her steps as she rotates her head to stare at him, with a bewildered expression plastered on her face, her arms flew to pin itself on both side of her waist.
"You hypocrite. that was hardly anything.. walk quicker~ I wanna get inside." He forces her to move again in a gentle pace as the two continue to walk together as she faces her front.
"Geez, I'm going to pray to God that he delivers you from being hot headed."
"Why you—"
If only you listened to your Aunty and God back then not to take the things to love for granted.
[Name] stares outside the window gazing at the way the various brands and chromatic shades of cars zoomed past by as she listens to her Aunt Esther's humming along with the melody of the r&b gospel blaring in the background, Her Aunty had picked her up from the airport as they were driving to her apartment complex. Her eyes now glued to the airplanes flying above in the blue atmosphere as [Name]'s finger tap across her thighs, leaning back into the padding of the leather seat as she lets out a strained sigh.
"Hey... does God see me now?" You part your lips to speak in a hushed tone as [Name]'s Aunty could still hear the sweetness and curiosity in her dulcet voice.
"Yes, he's watching us right now. You need to repent of your sins and ask him for forgiveness before it's too late." Her aunt Esther responds back to her innocent question as she reminded her as Her aunty's sentence is glued and stuck on her mind so she couldn't forget. She had many other questions to ask as the all flood her mind as she departs her lips to speak.
"I know, I know but how does he see everyone at the same time?" A low chuckle slips out Esther's lips as she glances briefly to her niece as a smile is sewn on her carmine lips — She shakes her head as the young adult reminds her of a little kid.
"He's omnipresent — "
"God is like so cool."
"Then why does he let bad things happen? Why did he let my dad send me away, why does he let me get abused like that."
"[Name]. Im not God, how am I supposed to know? ask him yourself."
"To answer your question — he doesn't, just bad people in this world. Bad people polluted his world or because you haven't repented properly or barely pray."
"I pray..."
"Only when you want something? it's got to be an everyday thing. Look, when you're ready, you can come to my church. Stop asking me questions." [Name] could sense the attitude laced within her raspy voice with a hint of softness as the girl's eyebrows furrow downwards into a 'v' shape as she clicks her tongue at her Aunty. She only wanted to know about who God was like. She yearned to be closer to him, to be best friends and not a dirty sinner of this world.
"Geez. Someone's cranky." [Name] shifts her weight on the hard texture of the leather underneath her bum as she slouches letting out a tired groan — Her peripheral vision glued on the Rover in-front of their own car as she observes how it speeds into the distance. She just came from an 5 hours of a flight and her father just abandoned her for his business. She didn't need this.
"What was that, young lady?" Her voice was louder than before as her head snaps to glare at the young adult beside as her niece extends her arm out in defense, mirroring Esther's actions. Her heart dawns for a strong relationship with Adonai, If she wanted a man she needed to know the man above.
"Sorry! im just out of it."
"Alright, I wonder if you might see Gojo, I heard he's living in some apartment complex. A fan said they saw him." Esther clears his throat loudly as she opens her mouth to speak, her voice changes to more ecstatic as she lets g of the steering wheel to clap her hands. As you glance to look at if she's crazy.
"Aunty there's no way, plus aren't you to grown to be liking him. He's 23, no?" Both waves of laughter fill the car as your aunty shakes her head at what you said.
"30 isn't grown, plus I'm a fan of him."
[Name] observes — her vision is trained on how the group of men done in their late 30's and twenties grasp ahold of her luggage and furniture as they exit out of the open structure of the back of the truck as they stride inside her house to dump it. Can you believe it? Her parents wouldn't even let her stay with her aunty, what was the point of wasting money when she could live comfortably with her Aunt.
"Hey! careful on that.. thanks." The young woman warns in a gentle manner as the younger one around his 20's nods his head discreetly as he does what does told, lodging out the cardboard box carefully with calculated steps. He turns his head to the side to make sure he doesn't trip— accidentally stepping on her toe as she lets out a strained breath.
"Ow!"
"Sorry but are you blind, do you need help?" She further speaks in a annoyed tone that she stepped on her shoes and didn't even apologize as she rolls her eyes and prays to the God Almighty that he gives her patient as a sigh slips past her glossed lips.
"Yeah, can you do something instead of standing or move in general. I know I'm fine but stop staring babe." The audacity! His bored voice was laced with cockiness she could detect the rudeness evident on it as her eyes dart over to his face. His ebony locks veiled over his eyebrows as a smirk curves on his pink lips.
"My guy! what am I paying you for then— oh please, anything but cute." She gawks into his dark blue eyes, as her eyes widened to a fraction in intimidation as she eyes him up and down. A low chuckle flew past his lips as he adjusts the package to his chest, strutting past her with his chin lift up in confidence — he tilts his chin down slightly at her as she shakes her head.
"May God bless you for your hard work! God loves and sees you!"She cups her lithe hands over her mouth as she shouts after him as she could hear him say "Amen to that sister!" in the distance.
The black haired girl senses her phone vibrating in her back pocket as she stretches her arm to fish it hence she slides it out, using her calloused finger print to tap the round circle green button with a white cellphone as she positions it near her ear drums as she clears her throat before parts her lips to speak, staring at the men upload your package.
"Hello Aunty." Her voice is low as she struts over t
"Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'll check on you later, yeah?"
"Yeah, I'm doing well.. still can't believe you left me like—"
"You need to be independent and hope you're not arguing with that temper of yours."
"You watchin' me?"
"[Name]! stop arguing with people, okay? when you're doing settling in, you're coming to church with me. Periodt."
"Okay!" The sound of your footsteps align with the croaks of the old wooden steps as you heave yourself.
"[Name] are you free?"
"Chika!" You hear your aunty hang up the phone as mindlessly tuck your phone into your back pocket.
The so called girl gazes at the guy in- front of her as he was sat on the wooden step, smoking what seemed to be a melatonin pen or what she hopped was. She was captured by such ethereal beauty. He looked like a model and if he wasn't then heck was he doing with his life. His eyes were fixated on the ebony birds un braiding thence braiding in the light blue atmosphere gracefully. He was garbed in ebony hoodie, the hood veiled over his head — you couldn't see the design on the front but only the side of his beautiful face and cerulean eyes.
Why did he look so familiar? His face cloud your thoughts as you ponder on when you saw the make before. It was at the tip of your tongue, without realizing you've been staring long — he glances over to as he stood up to his full height whilst he stretched his long arms out, cracking a bone or two hence the male trudges over lazily to the girl as she snaps when his deep voice catches her off guard.
"Can I help you? can you not stalk me so openly."
"Cheese and biscuits, that's who you aree, the dude that my aunty likes. Dojo no Gojo Lee ." The black haired drags out in a matter of fact tone as a smile is sewn on her glossed lips when she got it judging from his facial expression— his trimmed white eyebrows knitted together, as his tounge swept over his top lip as he chews on the inside of his cheek like he's been caught.
The girl snaps her fingers at him as she repeats his stage name again "Yeah. You're Gojo Lee, can I get your autograph my aunt loves you." He then nods his head discreetly as a scoff dances away from his lips.
"You're a stalker, huh?" His deep voice confirms as his tone was highly annoyed as both their gazes locked upon each other as his tired eyes blinks at her repeatedly. He brought his melatonin pen up to his blushed lips as he takes another hit, inhaling then exhaling the lavender puff of smoke into her face as she coughs lightly.
"What?"
"Why don't these fan girls leave me alone." The young woman heard that as she crosses her arm over her chest as she tilts her head up high so she could match his energy as she clicks her tongue at him he cuts her off as she was about to talk again.
"Look I'm trying to go to sleep now, leave before I call my agency on you. Sweetheart."
"What— if you'd let me talk, I'm not a stalker and I actually live here."
"That's what they all say." He says as he repeats his actions, you stare into his cerulean eyes beneath them held something much more, like he was filled with sorrow. As you couldn't help but wonder what a famous guy like him was living in an apartment complex like this? oh yeah, you remembered something about your Aunty saying that he had to retire because he picked up a fight with another model.
"Stop vaping, sinner. Sorry to bother you, have a good day." Yes you, [Name] had given up an argument when you remembered what your aunty says. Just as you were about to rotate your back to leave he calls out to you.
"It's a melatonin pen that helps me sleep, actually and we all sin, including yourself don't you agree?"
"Yeah, I agree with you." You glance back at him as you gift him an innocent smile with your eyes closed as you shrug carelessly. You strut back in a cat walk style up the wooden stairs as you stuck your hands in your pocket as Gojo observes you amble away as he can't help but chuckle and shake his head.
"What an odd person.." Gojo pronounces softly as he slowly blinks his eyes feeling sleepy, he tucks his melatonin pen into his hoodie pocket — as he trudged towards the place she went to go back to his apartment if he even made it like last time when Geto had to carry him back to his housing place.
[Name] plops forward on her freshly made bed as she snuggles into the warmth of the polyester bed sheet, succumbing into the comfort as she extends her arms out and wraps them around her plush pillow, just to feel something. Her nose inhales the fresh scent of the ambrosial cotton lingering on the fabric that reminisced her of her Grandmother. She lets out a heavy weary sigh after arranging her whole apartment as the soothing angelic tone of Darla Baltazar resonates in the faint distance.
[Name] rests her head on the pillow as she gazes at the light Polaroid images plastered on the wall with sticky blue tac she had since the first year of college as they included some of herself, her two best friend named: Nobara and Yu posing in silly ways and clothed in silly attire as her eyes travel to her family portrait, some bible quotes told her to hang around. Her head slightly tilts over to her drawings, paintings, majority was of her friends and animals as a wave of laughter flew from her lips when she peers at the one Yu drew of her.
"So cute."
Speaking of the little sunshine, The pop melody of the heavenly tune swam in the air, their singing was a gift from God enough to soothe one's soul and paint it with sweet euphoria as the song reverberates and mixed with her playlist in the background. As she hops off the bed, her legs lift up into the air as she stands up to her full height like a gymnast. Hence, she uses her left arm to fling the plump pillow as it lands onto her flower patterned duvet — As [Name] reaches her arm out her svelte fingers clasps around the rectangle-shaped object, it forms into a perfect shape as she feels warmth radiating from it.
Her finger tip taps on the round green circle with a white cellphone in the centre as it taps on the speaker as the girl holds it to her ears to hear her friend— Yu's bubbly voice screamed loudly into her ear drums, "Hey girl!" his strident tone apparent as ever as she had to remove the phone from her ears.
"Hey— bro my phone was actually at my ear.. that hurt~" [Name] complained in a whiny tone nor did she care because she was used to him always screaming randomly. Her eyes scan around her bedroom for her ebony nike slippers as she departs her lips to speak "I miss you, yu." Followed by a stifled laughter at your own joke as you could hear the male mirror your laugh.
The average height girl prances happily toward the pair of sliders as she slips her feet inside them, wriggling her painted toes. "You know how I say that joke never gets old, yeah it is." He voices his opinion as you could sense the playfulness in his high pitched voice.
The girl strode out of her open doorway with calculated steps as she feels the smooth wooden tiles beneath her slippers as the squeakiness resonate from the friction of her soles. "What is that sound."
"My shoes and first my jokes never get old, yu silly boy." You position the object under your ear and shoulder as it stays stil, listening to your friend babble nevertheless you amble around the puny kitchen area searching for your metal keys so you can exit your house to buy shoppings.
"Keep yourself safe."
"You're not nice." Her stomach rumbles loudly as she prayed Yu didn't hear over the phone as she quickly power walked over to her single key laid down on the polished granite table top as she swipes it hastily — continuing to walk toward to the pallor.
"Neither are you — anyways, how's it like there is cali... meet any celebs?"
"It's alright, nope. Only weirdos." You insert the key into the mini- hole as you twist it open as the tall oak door clicks as it stretches open to reveal the fresh breeze of October slamming your face as your body immediately shudders, thanking God you brought all your winter wear. The girl steps outside as she repeates the same action but this time closing her door as she extends her arm to aggressively push down the handle to double check if it was locked.
"Wait — I'm gonna use google maps to check where the shops are, I want to prove to my aunty that I'm actually an independent women." You state with a confident tone as Yu could heart the credence dripping on the sound of your soft voice whilst you began to stride forward as you stare at the two girls around your age conversing amongst each other with suitcases clasped in between their fingers as they dragged it along the pavement and bags lodged on their arms as you nod discreetly at them as they mirror your actions.
"Girl try not get lost or kidnapped, make sure to stay on call with me." The girl rotates her head to glance back at the girls as they near her apartment and she was guessing they were moving on some where.
"Yeah, yeah — Huh? Wait yu." You then pause your steps as you take a double take seeing them about to unlock your door as you quickly turn around and trudge towards them.
"Excuse me girls..that is my apartment, you must be confused." You speak up in a clear tone that was loud enough to hear as they both glance towards you as you three make eye contact.
The taller one departs her glossed lips to speak as you turn your weight to face her — Her pale peach skin gleams under the winter sky, as her long light blue hair
"We speak English and didn't your aunty tell you that we traveled for a church camp?" [Name] falls agape as she lifts her eyebrows up to her forehead, thinking back to when her aunty told her the information and how it made sense why there was stuff in the other room.
"Uh— So I might have forgot..." Her long arms flew over to rub the nape of her neck gently as she tilts her head to gawk over the balcony.
"What did you do?" The average height one speaks up who's had been quiet the whole time as you shake your head as a wave of laughter flew from your lips.
"Funny thing. I got them to unlock the doors and they probably left your sh— stuff anyways."
"I pray to God they do."
"It's okay, it's not your fault— we all make mistakes."
"Guys, let's talk about this later I gotta bounce to the super market.”
