number 2 on the 100 kisses list: wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck
pairing. boyfriend!doyoung x reader
word count. 898
notes. this has been in my drafts since sep 1st 2024??? 😭😭😭 suggestive towards the end bc doyoung is a menace <3
“How is my pretty baby doing?”
Doyoung wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as you chop some zucchini for tonight’s dinner.
“Good,” you reply.
“Thank you for cooking for us.”
“Of course. You’ve been working so hard lately, it’s the least I could do.”
He hums and presses slow, soft kisses along your shoulder and neck line. Your stomach flips pleasantly at the affection, something you’ve yet to get used to even months into your relationship.
Your boyfriend was one of the few men that could truly be qualified as a gentleman. Always considerate of you and your wishes, eager to make you happy, comfortable to show his love for you but never in a way that makes you feel pressured. From the start, he’s been respectful of your boundaries—you, who at the beginning of the relationship, couldn’t keep eye contact with him for longer than five seconds, who would have heat rising to your face the instant he even came near you, let alone kiss or hug you. Although you’ve gotten better at accepting these attentions without malfunctioning, it still doesn’t come so easy to you to reciprocate them fully.
And so more and more now, you start wishing that he wasn’t so respectful of your boundaries. You think it would help you show him the kind of love that you know he deserves and wish you could give—you just need a little bit more time to grow out of your shell. Luckily for you, Doyoung is nothing if not patient. He knows it’s only timidity and lack of experience holding you back.
But it’s true, he’s been working like crazy lately—between never-ending dance practices and international flights, you’re grateful he still makes the time to text you every day and come see you whenever his schedule lightens. You want to be the person that allows him to relax entirely; you don’t want him to have to be so careful around you, making sure you’re comfortable with everything he does. There’s nothing he could do that could make you feel ill at ease, anyways.
So when you feel his arms slowly unwrap themselves from you, it’s as if a lightswitch goes off inside of you; you put down your knife and turn around, facing him. The surprise on his pretty features at your sudden movement soon gives way for contentment, like seeing you is enough to make him happy—the thought warms your heart.
He rests his hands on each side of you, trapping you between his body and the counter. Your breath starts to quicken, and before you can overthink it, you wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers against his nape. There’s a hint of curiosity in his smile as he tilts his head to the side, nothing but endearment in his eyes, but he stays quiet and waits for you to say what’s clearly on your mind.
“I—I missed you this week.” His eyebrows shoot up at the sound of those words that would usually be said during late night conversations rather than under the harsh brightness of your kitchen ceiling light, but he lets you go on. “It’s nice having you here. Even if it’s something small, I’m glad I can take care of you a bit.”
Doyoung smiles, one hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. “It’s nice being here, baby. And this isn’t small. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a home-cooked meal? I love it.”
You nod. Now that you’ve said your part, words evade you. “Okay, nice,” is all you manage to get out.
His smile widening, Doyoung bumps his forehead against yours gently, then presses a kiss to it. “You’re so cute, you know that?” he whispers. When his lips touch yours, the contact is much too short for you. Unfamiliar and slightly afraid of the things it made you feel, you always cut your kisses short—but tonight, you feel ready for more. You want more.
You chase his lips with yours, and he only hesitates for a second, glancing at your eyes as if making sure this is really okay—yours stay trained on his lips, and so he closes the narrow gap between the two of you once more.
You’re not sure how he knows you so well in such little time, but Doyoung seems to have understood what it is you want. Immediately, there’s more force behind the kiss, more desperation, and infinitely less of his usual restraint and patience. It’s as if he’s held himself back these past months and can finally let go—and as he kisses you, lips moving against yours in perfect cadence, hands back on your waist and holding tight there, you wonder what you’ve been so afraid of.
This is perfect.
Your hands that had been resting against his nape inch their way up, and your fingers thread themselves in his soft hair, gently pulling whenever a brush of his lips or tongue against yours feels particularly nice.
Eventually, you have to pull away to catch your breath. Your head is dizzy from lack of oxygen and pure bliss—the look on your boyfriend’s face, cheeks red, hair disheveled and pupils blown, only has your heart racing faster.
“I think I’m hungry for something else now,” he says, and catches your lips in another ardent kiss.
another chime from jihoon's phone tells you that someone else has wished him a happy birthday. he tells you not to move as he stretches as best as he can without disturbing you, one arm still curled comfortably around you while you grab onto his laptop to keep it from sliding. it takes a few seconds of trying to snag the bottom of his phone by the protective case from the bedside table where it'd charging, but he pulls it into his grasp, holding it up to see that this time it's asahi, and the message is longer than what you can actually read.
"that's sweet," you hum, head still resting on his shoulder. you avert your eyes back to the laptop screen, tapping to pause the episode of the movie the two of you were watching. "everyone loves our sweet hoonie..."
he chuckles, and you can feel the vibration just barely. "not everyone," he says, typing out a response. a few seconds later, you hear that swish! and he sets his phone aside. "just the people that matter."
you snuggle closer again. the sound of waves crashing against the shore outside your hotel room make you feel drowsy all over again when you're cuddled up next to him, but you'll make it to the credits. today has been long with your beach day, complete with jihoon again trying to teach you how to surfe, but he had told you over cake at his birthday dinner that he wanted to watch a movie with you before the day was over.
"are you falling asleep?" he chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
"no." you pout a little at the accusation. "i'm fine. we don't have much left."
"it's okay if you fall asleep," he chuckles, patting your head a little before he unpauses the movie. "thank you for planning today."
you settle in, watching the screen despite the way your vision seems to blur, lids heavier than they were before. "of course," you murmur, draping an arm across him. "anything for you. happy birthday, my hoonie."
and he just chuckles, taking your hand so that he can kiss your knuckles. "goodnight, sleepyhead."
the knock on the door was so soft that hyunsuk could barely hear it over the music on his closed studio, causing him that confusion instantly as he wasn't actually waiting for someone. his members were at the dorm, at least most of them as he knew some were practicing on the dance room, but they wouldn't give up some practice to hang out, so he actually didn't knew who could it be. at least before thinking about her.
the knock was noticed once more as the room went quiet for confirmation and he stoop up to open the door, just to stay shocked were he was. she looked amazing. her long black hair wasn't there anymore, which only attracted more attention to her cat-like eyes and that cute natural blush that appeared as his intense gaze wouldn't stop analizing her. her hair was short, shoulder short, it was more of a blue dark than the black one she had. she was beautiful.
"hey." she chuckled, almost bringing him back to reality. "can i come in?"
"sure..." his voice still came out unsure, almost as if he couldn't get his mind straight.
her eyes stopped right on the computer illuminating the dark room, which now had the producing programs opened as well as the tracks he had worked on in the passed few weeks. she knew he would had planned staying on that studio for most of the night, probably even past late night hours, but she had to at least steal some of his time for her. just a little bit.
"too busy?" her eyes went back to the purple-black haired boy, which just stayed in place and couldn't look other way that wasn't her new look and how good she looked on that baggy fashion outfit.
she was definitely made for him.
"i was just finishing up." he denied with his head, even knowing she wouldn't catch up on that lie. she knew him too much. "something's up?" he walked over to his chair, sitting on it before closing his computer.
i mean, she could lie to him, but her eyes wouldn't, so it was worthless to even try. hyunsuk could see more than just her words and maybe that's why she decided to come up to him, especially on her situation. he could maybe understand her.
he would understand her.
"yea." she sighed, sitting on the couch aside as he came back to his original position on his chair, this time facing to her with undivided attention. "we just came back and we are already planning on the next one to put it out in a month, and my mind is all over the place with everything so i can't kind of seem to focus right now on what i have to do so..." she started yapping on the storm of thoughts that were going through her head, not even stopping to get a single one out in a right way.
"wait, wait." he stopped her in a chuckle, finding totally adorable the way she just wouldn't stop talking. "slowly, baby." he smiled reassuring he was listening, just to find her doe eyed stare at him back.
baby.
god, it was such a long time since he called her like that.
"i can't seem to get a rap right." she summarized in a sentence that came out like a soft murmur, sighing as she looked embarrassed at her fingers. "i've already wrote like fifteen raps and none is good enough."
yeah, he didn't believe that.
since they were trainees, akari was the best girl trainee at rapping, in every single way, from rap writing to the delivery to the pronunciation, even if she was a foreigner totally unaware of the korean language. her writing was something he totally looked up to every time her group did a comeback, so he definitely didn't believe her.
"show me." he asked, looking at how she stopped playing with the hem of her fingers, totally dumbfounded. "please"
she could totally say no, she could just say it was an exaggeration and she could just leave, but then there was her logical thinking. she was there for a reason, and that was that hyunsuk knew perfectly how to help her.
he'd know how to get it right. like every single time.
she opened her purse, putting out of it the USB pendrive she had prepared with anticipation before standing up and walking towards him, stopping right by his side to plug it onto the computer. the problem? she totally forgot what it was to be that close to choi hyunsuk. how could she forget the way it felt to have his gaze fixed on her? or how his strong perfume miced with his scent was good enough to make her melt? and she would definitely not talk about how bad she just wanted to kiss him right now.
and that's how she understood how difficult it was to plug a fucking pendrive.
"lemme-" he chuckled, taking the pendrive off her hands to help her plug it instead. he took the mouse and immediately started to open the archives, looking up to her after seeing a lot of files.
"uhm, yeah, here." she leaned, trying not to invade his personal space while looking for the archive, but it was definitely impossible.
he just could laugh at how cute it was the way she tried to keep space between them, specially knowing about their past and how they wouldn't even care about it. so why would they now, right? his hands immediately stopped at her hips, bringing her down to his lap in a spam of two seconds where she barely could understand what just happened.
"suk." she looked back at him with a flustered look and her warning tone, just to find his intense gaze signaling the computer in front of them.
"show me."
she was fucked.
her eyes went back to the device, opening the files with the most unreadable face she could make, feeling those fucking nerves appear in her stomach every second that passed by. her voice started to bust out of the speaker, totally embarrassing her enough to click pause and lower down the volume, playing it again just for him to evaluate it. it definitely wasn't as bad as she thought, but it didn't feel like fully her; there was something missing, and he could immediately say what. she played another version, biting her lower lip the second she realized it.
his right hand was on top of her lap, and his left one didn't even try to move away from her hips. fuck.
"why don't you try a change of flow here?" he leaned a little bit forward to replay the part he wanted to point out. "like that, you can give it more dynamics and make a contrast with the song." he explained shortly, at least before looking up to her eyes.
"yeah." she nodded dumbly, staring straight to his eyes.
yeah, she would definitely do that.
hyunsuk chuckled, knowing perfectly she wasn't paying that much attention anymore and was more distracted with the situation they were in than with whatever she had to be doing. and to be honest, there was nothing that satisfied him the most than knowing he still had that effect on her.
"what happened, baby? don't like it?" he tilted his head with a teasing tone, going back to that nickname she could feel her legs give up for.
"no, no, i just..." she tried to explain, looking back immediately to the computer. focus, akari. "i don't want to make you lose your time." she mumbled some weird excuse, trying to get off of his lap before even thinking of doing something else.
yeah, he was not allowing that.
"where d'you think you are going?" he pulled her down to his lap once again, this time closer to his body than before. "i'm going to help you." he stated, looking directly to her eyes.
"how?" her voice came out in a whisper, totally flustered about how close they suddenly were and how hot he looked right there.
she didn't even get how good he can look in long hair. and the purple strands he had now? she could just feel like pulling them while...
"you are just too stressed." he interrupted her thoughts, leaning directly to her neck in a bold move that just got her paralyzed, melting slowly under his breath and the wet trace of kisses he started to deposite right on those spots. "you are doing good, baby, too good..." a sigh escaped her mouth, closing her eyes as her body decided to give in with so much thought. "trust your skills, i know you can do well." he looked up to her while talking sweetly, leaning forward just enough to brush their lips slightly. "right?"
"mh." she nodded, totally flustered still, hypnotized enough to not think in anything else that wasn't crashing their lips together. "oppa..."
"mh?" he looked up to her again, feeling too engaged to how cute her lost expression looked.
"i..." she sighed, looking away a second before looking back at him. fuck it.
her lips crashed against his like she had been thinking about since she stepped on that studio, leading her hands to his face as her tongue intertwined with his, savoring their mouths as they hadn't in such a long time. hyunsuk couldn't help but chuckle at the feeling of their lips moving against each other, he just found her nervousness and the way she hesitated for every move so cute for him to resist not wanting to take control.
"let me help you..." his voice came out in a whisper panting as she couldn't stop kissing him not even a second. his right hand made it's way to her jaw, stopping her to pull her away in a possessive way. "let me help you relax, aka, i known you can." he looked up to her eyes, watching her nod in agreement almost immediately.
she didn't even have to think about it twice.
"please..."
and he didn't have to listen it twice either.
hyunsuk immediately kissed her without a second thought, pulling her up from his lap a millisecond to change her position, now her legs straddling it for a comfortable one. his right hand was now on her lower back, pulling her closer to his body as his lips slowed down a shivered path down to her neck, holding back that desire of marking every single inch of skin that was under his control. this was bad, both of them knew that, but they definitely couldn't stop once the logical thinking was out of hands and all they had was the heat of their bodies against each other.
"i missed having you like this." he panted before coming back to her lips, letting his fingers danced over the button of her shorts immediately. "all just for me." he inclined until their foreheads touched, brushing their lips together before pulling her up once again but this time sitting her down on his desk. the single idea of tasting her once again was enough to make him go insane. "up." he commanded, watching how she obeyed right away so he could pull her shorts down to the ground in a quick move.
god, wasn't she so beautiful?
"suk..." her legs closed immediately after, totalled shy about the sudden action that didn't happened since too long ago.
"no, no." his hands stopped her right away, opening them for his eyes to see. "open up, baby, i wanna taste..." he murmured, noticing the wet patch in her panties in an instant. "already so wet f'me, baby?" he chuckled, leaning to her thighs to start kissing them up.
"shit, please..." she whined out, impatient enough already to look down at him. the sight was magnificent. "suk..."
"i want to take my time." he mumbled, letting the wet kisses send those goosebumps along her skin, stealing a pout from her. "you are so beautiful, aki..." hyunsuk chuckled, leading his hands to retire her panties with such a slow pace he could even melt at the sight. his fingers lingered at the hem of her panties, pulling them down once he thought her asks and her cute whimpers were enough to make him impacient for her taste. "fuck..." he cursed at the look of her dripping cunt, making her mouth watered at the sight.
he didn't hesitate enough because the moment his tongue took a taste, he knew there was no going back. his wet muscle made it's way through her folds in a slow and long pace, taking his time to enjoy her taste and the trembling whimpers she was letting out thanks to him. she tasted so good that the memories immediately went back to his head, letting out a soft moan at simple thought of having her again. akari looked down with the flustered expression he had caused, gripping the desk with her left hand while letting her right one stop at his hair strands right away as her ideas came back in. his eyes went up once he noticed her grip, smirking as their eyes encountered each other before he leaned in once again.
a wet and hot kiss was left right on her clit while the eye contact was maintained, sending shivers through her spine in a second as a moan put of pleasure left her mouth. it felt so good she could just cry of neediness right there on his studio desk. hyunsuk closed his eyes as the hunger striked in, thirsty enough to take his job seriously right away. his hands guided her legs over his shoulders, making her gasp as he sinked in that addictive pussy.
"is that good, baby?" the tone of his voice didn't even matched the way his tongue was moving against her core. the whimpers and moans coming out of her mouth tried to be an answer at his question, making him chuckled while stopping his movements. "words, aki, i want to hear you."
"yes, suk, t-that's soo good." she gasped at the feeling of his tongue doing magic against her. "fuck, fuck." she whimpered as she closed her eyes strongly.
"c'mon, baby, let go." he whispered, caressing her right thigh with his fingers slowly, contrasting the rapid pace of his tongue. he could feel the way her breath itched, how her body tensed as her moans got even more desperate. the signals of her orgasm getting closer to hit her.
"shit, just like that, suk, right there..." she cried out, feeling the frustration of her close orgasm manifesting in tears. "yes, fuck!" she whimpered, pulling his hair to bring him even closer to her core.
her orgasm hit her with such a breathtaking punch, reaching it's climax as her fluids were left on the tip of his tongue, slurping every drop she could leave.
"mh..." he savored in a moan, enjoying the spams of her overstimulated clit before pulling out.
"oh, god..." she panted, closing her eyes the second she felt the rush of calmness going through her body.
hyunsuk couldn't help but chuckle, cleaning the rest of fluids left on his chin with his fingers, leading them to his mouth immediately to keep on tasting her. it was definitely his drug.
"now i just gave you the inspiration you needed, baby."
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tags — fluff, comedy, tiiiny bit suggestive (mentions of a previous one night stand), inspired by that one scene from grey's anatomy, 2.2k words (whew), unedited
it's a thursday night.
a thursday night. and your lovely friend, hyunsuk, whom you love so dearly, has decided that it would be the perfect time to drag you along to his friend's party.
"how do i look?"
"good."
"you're not even looking at me."
you make a point of turning around just to glare at hyunsuk. he strikes a dramatic pose despite your hostility. looking like a colorful glittery unicorn threw up on him, hyunsuk always makes anything he wears look good, even if it were a plastic bag.
"you look good, hyunsuk," you say with a flat tone and a flat expression to go along with it.
"oh, cheer up, your paper isn't due for another week." originally resting on the tip of his nose, hyunsuk puts his pink glasses on top of his head. you have no clue as to why he would bring sunglasses to an indoor party. you can imagine his response would be along the lines of, "because fashion, duh," so you don't bother to ask.
"we have class tomorrow. an 8 a.m. class," you say pointedly.
hyunsuk gasps dramatically, as if surprised by your sentiment. "oh, calm down. it's a friend's birthday party. we have to go."
"it's your friend's birthday party. we don't have to go. you do."
hyunsuk narrows his eyes at you. "what?" you shrug. "i'm right."
hyunsuk shakes his head. "i only dragged you along because you were so hung up on that guy you had a one night stand with."
you roll your eyes. "i wasn't hung up on him."
"say that to my empty tub of ice cream." he deadpans.
hyunsuk grins victoriously when you remain quiet, unable to admit the truth behind his words.
it has been months since it happened. you couldn't seem to get him out of your mind after, resulting in multiple failed blind dates and plenty of disappointment. you refuse to reminisce any further. he wasn't even anything special, really. or so you tell yourself.
hyunsuk sighs. there's a change in his demeanor when he realizes you were pondering because of his retort. "listen, it was ages ago. maybe it's time you realize you're never gonna find him and move on."
you don't have time to reply as the elevator doors open. hyunsuk pulls you by the hand to approach the front door. even with it closed, you could hear the music clearly. for a second you wonder if hyunsuk's friend paid their neighbors off in advance just in case they filed a noise complaint.
hyunsuk doesn't bother to knock, immediately opening the door as if the apartment were his, a habit of his you have yet to come to terms with. it seems easy for him to navigate through the rooms, too, like he's been here a lot more often than you think. with you closely following behind, he snakes through the crowds in search of his friend.
you look around as you follow hyunsuk. it's odd how familiar you found this apartment layout. the living room, the kitchen next to it, the narrow balcony. you shrug it off; you have been to this particular building a couple times before since you do have a few friends residing here.
"happy birthday, bro!" you hear hyunsuk yell over the loud music.
pausing from scanning the area, your eyes land on the figure hyunsuk is currently dapping up. and they widen in realization when you get a good look at him.
it was none other than park jihoon. the guy you had a one night stand with. the round eyes, the curve of his nose, the pout of his lips—you could make his features out even with the obscure lighting, yet there is no telling if he recognizes you.
"jihoon, this is my friend." hyunsuk motions to you. "y/n."
"hi, nice to meet you." you hold out a hand. there's a slight tremor in your fingers, and you pray neither he nor hyunsuk don't notice.
he takes your hand and firmly shakes it. you're quick to pull away. "nice to meet you, too. i'm jihoon."
you give him a stiff nod. "happy birthday... jihoon."
you eye hyunsuk, who immediately turns back to jihoon to continue talking. unsurprisingly—thankfully—he is completely oblivious to the way you're acting. "i- um. i need to take this call," you point to your phone. you almost slapped a hand on your forehead at the dumb excuse. if it weren't for the loud music...
without waiting for their response, you hurriedly excuse yourself, leaving the two to themselves. you find yourself making your way to the balcony, letting out a huge sigh of relief when there's no one there.
your head immediately goes back to the sight of jihoon standing before your very eyes. you still can't believe it—the man you've been mulling over for an abnormally long time, the one you thought you'd never meet again, standing right before you.
"y/n."
you whip your head around. shit. shit, shit, shit, shit- "jihoon." you laugh awkwardly, trying to appear casual. "hi."
the balcony was just as dark as inside his apartment, but the lights from the buildings across you reflected on his eyes. you swear you catch a flicker of... something, in his eyes. you're not sure what it is. does he remember? did hyunsuk mention anything? you force a smile, hoping your face doesn't betray you.
"so... you're a friend of hyunsuk's?" he asks. he rests the palms of his hand on the railing while his head is turned to keep eye contact between him and you. he seems too nonchalant, his tone too guarded. there's something off about him, and you can't put your finger on why.
"huh?" your mind races to gather your thoughts; the sudden tension so, so palpable between the two of you. "yeah," you manage to say.
"right." jihoon nods slowly, eyes briefly scanning the city skyline beyond the balcony. the air between you crackles with awkward silence as you pray to the gods above to make hyunsuk come and intervene at this very moment. "i was wondering..." he starts tentatively, words trailing into silence.
you hold your breath, waiting for him to continue. his eyes are staring deeply into yours, but your movements are frozen in place.
jihoon shakes his head slightly. "nevermind."
the tension lingers, thickening the air around you both. the music from inside feels distant, like it's kilometers away from you. you let the silence continue despite its awkwardness.
"you want a drink?" jihoon finally breaks the silence, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
you had to stop yourself from releasing a relieved sigh. glancing at his cup, you ask, "is that beer?"
"no," chuckling, he holds the cup closer to you. "it's just juice. you hate beer. right?"
as you stand there, realization dawns on you. "you remember." your voice wavers slightly.
another moment of silence stretches between you, with the both of you staring at each other. you, blankly, while he, with a mischievous glint.
he remembers.
your cheeks immediately burn as your mind starts to race at record speed. did he remember parts of it? or all of it? you shiver at the thought, unable to keep your thoughts from spiraling. maybe he just remembers parts of it, and not all the small, steamy details. maybe he only remembers the broad strokes, and not the way your breath hitched when he kissed your neck. or the way his hands explored every inch of your skin. your thoughts provide little solace, and you feel your cheeks burn hotter.
"stop staring at me like that." you blurt out, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze while memories of the godforsaken night start rushing in.
"like what?" he tilts his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"like that!" you throw your hands up exasperatedly. "like, like you've seen me naked!"
that's it. you've shot yourself in the foot. as if it were possible, more heat rushed to your cheeks as he chuckled at your stupid exclamation.
"you know what i mean!" you added quickly. you turn your face away, unable to handle the embarrassment. you make a wish for the ground to open up and swallow you right then.
jihoon's phone dings, breaking the moment. you let out a sigh of relief (out loud this time). he glances at it briefly before staring back at you, the same playful glint still in his eyes. "you wanna come get the pizza delivery with me?"
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "is this some sneaky way to try to get me in your bed again?" you mutter under your breath.
lucky for you, he heard you loud and clear. he starts inching closer to you, his face only a breath away. you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. you gulp.
"why, you miss me?" he breathes out.
"i-" your words get stuck in your throat, heartbeat racing in your ears.
he finally breaks the tension by pulling away, laughing softly. "come on."
he motions for you to follow him, and you mindlessly start trailing behind him like a lost puppy. your mind is still wandering, not noticing how he's opening the doors for you and navigating through the crowd with his hand on your waist. the music from the party a distant buzz in your ears as you try to ground yourself.
you still can't believe it. one moment you were hung up about the guy you had a one night stand with, replaying every detail in your mind every day since like a broken cassette tape, and the next you are face to face with him. you are currently at his birthday party and you're fetching his pizza delivery with him. and most importantly, he remembers.
the way he looks at you, it all makes sense now. it was familiarity in his eyes all along. and maybe a hint of something else that you're still not quite sure what yet.
"aren't people gonna notice that you're gone?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. you cough in attempt to mask it.
jihoon presses the button for the elevator. "nah." his hands are in his pockets as you wait for the elevator, exuding nonchalance as he brushes his hair back.
as you both step in, you are immediately greeted with the bossa nova groove of the elevator music. the soft, almost comical tune fills the elevator as both of you steal glances at each other, one turning away just as the other turns to look at them.
the doors open with a ding, and jihoon lets you step out first. both of you walk to the receptionist counter where the pizza delivery guy is waiting. after a tip and a quick thank you, you both head back to the elevator with the pizza boxes in hand.
"let me hold it," jihoon offers, reaching for the pizza box.
"no, it's fi-" jihoon stares deeply into your eyes, and you don't even realize that he has snatched the pizza boxes right out of your hands. "stop staring at me like that."
his eyes are fully trained on your lips now. "no, it's just- you smudged your lipstick. can i...?"
he takes your silence as approval. he reaches out gently, thumb brushing against the corner of your lip. you freeze, breath hitching as he carefully fixes your lipstick.
you stand still, frozen as his touch lingers on your skin. before you could process what was happening, he has shifted the pizza boxes to one hand, tilted your head up, and started leaning in. your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss that deepens almost immediately. your entire body feels electric and your mind starts short-circuiting while your stomach somersaults over and over again. everything feels so intense; your skin feels like it's been lit by fire just with the single brush of his hand against your face. it feels so right.
as jihoon begins to pull away, you instinctively lean in for another, causing your noses to bump awkwardly. there's a pause before the two of you laugh. "so you do miss me," jihoon teases, eyes twinkling with amusement.
"shut up," you reply. you pretend to be annoyed, but the smile on your lips betray you.
he leans in again, kissing you like a man starved. a ding signifies the elevator doors opening, and both of you pull away abruptly.
"there's my pizza!"
there hyunsuk stood, grinning ear to ear. he rushes to retrieve the pizza from jihoon. to none of your surprise, he doesn't notice your smudged lipstick and jihoon's messy hair. too immersed in his own world, he skips happily back to jihoon's apartment with the pizza boxes, which earns a few chuckles from the both of you.
you and jihoon look at each other. the both of you share a knowing look, and this time, you let a genuine smile spread across your face. the unspoken understanding of what just happened lingers between you.
"so..." jihoon trails off.
"so..?"
jihoon smirks. "stay over?"
you laugh, catching how jihoon's smirk turns into a genuine smile at the sound of it. "okay."
pairing: jeongwoo x gn!reader (i hope... i tried to be as neutral as possible)
synopsis: you live in a world where everyone has a soulmate. and park jeongwoo isn't yours. but that doesn't stop you from falling in love with each other. soulmateAU (kinda), angst with a happy ending, slight smut (not super explicit but yeah still smut) minors dni, non-idol, probably very inconsistent sry
word count: 4k~
a/n: my first request!!
The world had always revolved around soulmates.
When two destined people touched, something undeniable happened: the air filled with shimmering light, objects around them bent toward each other like magnets, sometimes even music played from nowhere. It was different for everyone, but always visible, always undeniable. Proof that fate was real. Proof that some people belonged together.
It was supposed to be beautiful.
But you never liked the way people treated it like law. Like free will didn’t matter. Like falling in love outside of it wasn’t just unusual—it was wrong.
You had grown up watching friends chase the thrill of their “signs,” practicing handshakes just to see if the spark would come. Your parents weren’t soulmates, and you loved that about them. They were proof that choosing each other every day was just as valid, maybe more. Still, you felt the pressure more and more as you got older. Everyone asked: What will your sign be? When will you find them?
You didn’t have an answer. You weren’t even sure you wanted one.
...
It was raining the night you met Jeongwoo.
Not the soft kind of drizzle that could be romanticized, but a full summer downpour that chased people from the streets into any shelter they could find. You darted into the nearest café, hair plastered to your forehead, clutching your tote bag like it was a lifeline. The place was already crowded with others escaping the storm.
The last free seat was at a two-top table where a boy was hunched over a notebook, sketching something between sips of an iced Americano. He looked up as you hovered uncertainly.
“You can sit,” he said, sliding his bag from the chair. His voice was warm, deeper than you expected for someone with such soft features.
“Thanks,” you breathed, dropping into the seat.
For a while, you just sat there, catching your breath. When you finally glanced at him, he was watching the rain, pen tapping against his notebook. His profile was sharp, nose straight, lips curved slightly as if he were lost in thought.
You didn’t mean to stare, but he caught you. And instead of looking away, he smiled.
“Rough day?” he asked.
You laughed nervously. “Is it that obvious?”
“A little.” He leaned back, easygoing. “I’m Jeongwoo.”
And just like that, your world shifted. Not with sparks, not with the soulmate sign. Just… a feeling.
...
The first thing you learned about him was that he was an artist. He showed you the notebook when you asked—it was full of small sketches of everyday things: the barista, the dripping window, a pair of abandoned umbrellas. He had a way of seeing beauty where most people saw nothing.
You found yourself telling him things you usually kept private. That you hated how everyone made soulmates sound like the only kind of love worth having. That you were scared of losing yourself in someone else’s fate.
He didn’t laugh. He just nodded, thoughtful. “I get that. I think… I don’t want to be told who to love either.”
It felt like someone had reached into your chest and squeezed your heart.
The storm kept you there until closing, and when you both stepped outside into the damp streets, you exchanged numbers without hesitation.
...
The second thing you learned was that Jeongwoo was persistent.
Not in an overbearing way—just… consistent. He texted you good mornings, asked if you’d eaten, sent photos of random things that reminded him of you. He invited you to art exhibits, night walks, late-night snack runs. Somewhere along the way, you stopped worrying about whether this was temporary.
Somewhere along the way, you started falling.
It was terrifying. You had no idea if you were supposed to. But it was also intoxicating.
...
The first time your hands brushed, you both froze.
You were reaching for the same paintbrush at a small art store. The pads of your fingers touched his knuckles.
Nothing happened.
No glow, no music, no magnetic pull. Just skin against skin.
The disappointment on his face cut deep, though he tried to hide it. You felt it too, the sharp sting of reality intruding. But then, slowly, Jeongwoo laced his fingers through yours anyway.
“So what?” he murmured. “I don’t care.”
Your heart nearly burst.
...
Falling in love with him was a thousand small things: The way he pressed his cheek against your shoulder during long bus rides. The way he sang under his breath when he thought no one was listening. The way he remembered exactly how you liked your coffee, always.
It was also big things: The first time he kissed you, tentative but sure, outside the café where you met. The first time he said, “I don’t want to know who my soulmate is. I already found what I want.”
You believed him. Against all logic, you believed him.
...
It started innocently. A movie at his apartment, both of you sprawled on the floor, surrounded by half-empty snacks. He was laughing at something you said, head tilted back, throat exposed. You couldn’t stop staring.
When his laughter faded, he caught your gaze. His eyes darkened.
“You’re looking at me like that,” he said softly.
“Like what?” Your voice was unsteady.
“Like you want me.”
Heat flushed through you. “And if I do?”
He moved before you finished the question, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was urgent, messy, all teeth and need. You clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groaned into your mouth.
It escalated fast. Clothes discarded, bodies pressed together on the floor. His skin was hot against yours, his hands mapping you like he’d been waiting forever.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, breath ragged, lips brushing your ear.
“Yes,” you gasped. “Please, Jeongwoo.”
The way he kissed you then—slow, reverent—made your chest ache. Like even if the universe didn’t write you into his story, he was going to carve the words himself.
When he finally pushed into you, both of you cried out. It was overwhelming, not just physically but emotionally. Every thrust felt like defiance, like a declaration: We choose each other.
After, tangled in his sheets, he traced lazy circles on your back.
“I don’t care what anyone says,” he murmured. “You’re it for me.”
You pressed your lips to his chest, over his racing heartbeat. “Me too.”
And for that night, at least, fate didn’t matter.
...
The days after that night blurred into something warm and steady, like waking up to sunshine you didn’t know you needed.
You and Jeongwoo built a rhythm. He’d leave sketches on your nightstand when he left early for class. You’d tuck snacks into his backpack before his late shifts at the café. You learned how he liked his toast—slightly burnt, slathered with strawberry jam. He learned you hated sleeping without music playing softly in the background.
It wasn’t glamorous. It was domestic. Messy. Perfect.
...
You weren’t the only one in his life.
Jeongwoo had a circle of friends who quickly folded you in: Haruto, tall and endlessly sarcastic, who teased Jeongwoo mercilessly but always paid for everyone’s food without complaint. Jihoon, the “responsible” one, though his definition of responsible included late-night karaoke sessions. Yoshi, soft-spoken but sharp-eyed, who caught every detail others missed.
They accepted you easily. Too easily, sometimes—you suspected Jeongwoo had already been talking about you long before you met them.
And then there was your best friend, Minji.
Minji had been with you through everything—middle school crushes, first heartbreaks, college applications. She was bold where you were cautious, outspoken where you hesitated. When you finally introduced her to Jeongwoo, she eyed him critically for a full minute before cracking a grin.
“I like him,” she announced, clapping him on the back. “Don’t screw it up.”
Jeongwoo laughed, but you noticed the flicker of relief in his expression. He cared what your best friend thought.
...
For a while, it felt like nothing could touch you. But the world had a way of reminding you that you weren’t playing by its rules.
It happened at a dinner with some of Jeongwoo’s classmates. Someone asked, casually, if you two had shown your soulmate sign yet.
“No,” Jeongwoo said evenly, fingers tightening around yours under the table. “We haven’t.”
The girl blinked. “Oh. So… you’re not—?”
“We don’t need a sign,” Jeongwoo cut in, sharper this time.
The table went awkwardly silent. You smiled tightly, but inside, something twisted.
Later, on the walk home, you finally said it. “Does it bother you? That we don’t have a sign?”
He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Rain had just fallen, and the air smelled like asphalt and earth. He turned to you, eyes steady.
“No. Because I don’t care about fate. I care about you.”
His conviction should have soothed you. And it did, mostly. But a small, guilty part of you still wondered: What if fate cared enough to interfere?
...
You and Jeongwoo became known for your “couple quirks.” He drew doodles on your arms with pen when you were bored in class. You baked cookies at 1 a.m. because he claimed studying made him “spiritually hungry.” You both collected little trinkets from your outings—ticket stubs, pressed flowers, a keychain shaped like a duck.
Sometimes, when Minji was around, she teased you about how disgustingly domestic you’d become.
“I leave you alone for a week, and suddenly you’re baking bread and grocery shopping together?” she groaned, flopping onto your couch.
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” you shot back.
She smirked. “Maybe I will.”
Jeongwoo brought her tea without being asked, and you noticed how easily they slipped into banter. It warmed you. These were your two favorite people, and they were getting along.
...
But the questions kept coming. From strangers, acquaintances, even family:
“Are you sure?”
“What if you meet your real soulmate someday?”
“Won’t it hurt?”
You hated those questions. You hated that sometimes, late at night when Jeongwoo was asleep beside you, you asked them yourself.
One night, you admitted it.
“What if your soulmate shows up?” you whispered into the dark.
Jeongwoo stirred, half-asleep. “Then I’ll tell them no. Because I already chose you.”
It should have been enough. You wanted it to be enough.
So you buried the fear.
...
It wasn’t planned, but neither of you held back.
You’d spent the whole day wandering the city—bookstores, street food, an impromptu arcade battle where Jeongwoo somehow destroyed you at every game. By the time you got back to his apartment, you were both buzzing with laughter and sugar.
He kissed you the moment the door closed, pressing you against it, lips hot and insistent. You giggled into his mouth, but the sound melted into a moan when his hands slid under your shirt.
“Bedroom,” you gasped.
He carried you there, kissing you like he was starving, like the world might end if he didn’t. Clothes scattered across the floor, skin meeting skin, both of you breathless.
This time, it wasn’t just urgent—it was tender too. He took his time, mapping every inch of you with his mouth, his hands, his whispered words.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone.
“You’re mine,” you breathed back, tangling your fingers in his hair.
When he finally slid into you, it was slow, deliberate, like he wanted you to feel every second. You clutched at him, overwhelmed, whispering his name like a prayer.
Afterward, lying tangled in sheets damp with sweat, Jeongwoo kissed your forehead.
“If this is wrong,” he whispered, “then I don’t ever want to be right.”
You closed your eyes, pretending that was enough to drown out the nagging voice of fate.
...
Minji started coming around more often. Study sessions, late-night talks, group hangouts with Jeongwoo and his friends. You loved it. You loved her. But sometimes, you noticed things you didn’t want to notice.
The way her laugh seemed to light up a room. The way Jeongwoo looked genuinely relaxed around her. The way people sometimes mistook them for siblings or closer.
You told yourself you were imagining it. That it was just insecurity.
Until one afternoon at the café, when Minji bumped into Jeongwoo’s hand while reaching for her drink.
Nothing happened.
But the way Jeongwoo froze, the split-second flicker of something unreadable on his face, sent a chill down your spine.
You brushed it off. You had to. Because the alternative was unthinkable.
...
For now, life went on. You studied, worked, loved, laughed. You built a world with Jeongwoo brick by brick, even as you feared the ground might not hold.
And somewhere in the shadows, fate waited.
...
It happened on an ordinary afternoon.
No cosmic setup, no cinematic music. Just sunlight slanting through Minji’s kitchen window, a plate of half-eaten tteokbokki on the counter, and laughter echoing as you, Jeongwoo, and Minji flipped through old photos.
You’d gone to the bathroom. When you came back, they were standing close, reaching for the same photo at the same time.
Their hands brushed.
And the world changed.
The air shimmered, like heat waves rising from pavement. The plate rattled on the counter, and for a breathless second, music—soft, lilting—seemed to hum from nowhere. A golden glow spread across their skin where they touched, undeniable, impossible to mistake.
You froze in the doorway.
It was the sign.
The universe had spoken.
Jeongwoo’s eyes went wide. Minji gasped, yanking her hand back like she’d been burned. The glow flickered, then vanished. But the silence left in its wake was deafening.
You couldn’t breathe.
None of you spoke at first. Minji stared at the floor, trembling. Jeongwoo’s gaze snapped to you, panic flooding his face.
“Wait,” he choked out. “It’s not—It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Your throat burned. “That was the sign, Jeongwoo. Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying!” He took a step toward you, then stopped when you flinched back. His hands curled helplessly. “Yes, it happened, but—I don’t want her. I want you.”
The words should have soothed you. But the image of that glow replayed in your mind, relentlessly. Fate had chosen. And it hadn’t chosen you.
Minji finally spoke, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t,” you snapped, sharper than you intended. The look on her face gutted you instantly, but you couldn’t bear it. Not now.
You left.
...
Jeongwoo tried.
He texted, called, waited outside your apartment. He begged you to talk, to listen, to let him explain.
But what was there to explain? You had seen it with your own eyes.
Minji avoided you completely. The silence from her—your best friend, your sister in everything but blood—was somehow worse than Jeongwoo’s desperate messages.
At night, you lay awake, replaying everything. His words: I don’t care about fate. I care about you. Your own fears: What if your soulmate shows up?
You thought you were prepared. You thought love could defy destiny. But when faced with proof, your resolve cracked.
And it hurt. God, it hurt.
...
It was raining again the night Jeongwoo finally cornered you.
You’d slipped out for groceries, hood up, head down. But he was waiting outside your building, soaked through, eyes wild.
“Please,” he begged, voice raw. “Talk to me.”
You wanted to scream at him, hit him, hold him—anything to release the storm inside you. Instead, you shoved past him. “Go home, Jeongwoo.”
“No!” His hand shot out, catching yours. For a split second, fear stabbed through you—what if it happened again?—but nothing stirred. No glow. No music. Just his trembling grip.
“Don’t you get it?” His voice cracked. “Yes, Minji is my soulmate. But I don’t want her. I love you. Isn’t that enough?”
Tears blurred your vision. “It’s not that simple!”
“Why not? Who cares what the universe says?” His breath hitched. “I chose you. I’ll keep choosing you, even if it kills me.”
You yanked your hand free, clutching it to your chest. “But what if she doesn’t give up? What if one day you can’t fight it anymore?”
His face broke. “Then you don’t know me at all.”
You couldn’t answer. You turned and fled, his voice calling your name into the rain.
...
Days became weeks.
You threw yourself into work, into anything that wasn’t thinking about Jeongwoo. But he was everywhere. The café where you met. The songs he hummed under his breath. The sketches tucked into your drawers that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away.
Minji finally reached out.
Her message was short: I never wanted this. I’m not going to take him from you. But I don’t know how to face you either. I’m sorry.
You stared at it for hours before replying: I need time.
It was true. But it didn’t stop the loneliness from clawing at you.
...
The breaking point came late one night. You were drunk, stumbling home from drinks with coworkers, when you found yourself outside Jeongwoo’s building.
Your heart pounded. You shouldn’t be here. You knew you shouldn’t.
But your body moved anyway, feet carrying you up the stairs, hand trembling as you knocked.
When he opened the door, he looked like hell. Eyes bloodshot, hair a mess, wearing the same hoodie you’d seen him in a hundred times.
“...You came,” he whispered.
Something inside you shattered. You surged forward, kissing him like you were drowning. He kissed back instantly, desperately, hands clutching at you like you might vanish.
Clothes fell, tears mixed with sweat, and the night blurred into a haze of pain and passion. It wasn’t the tender kind of love you’d shared before. It was frantic, raw, like trying to stitch a wound closed with your bare hands.
After, you lay tangled on his bed, chest heaving. Neither of you spoke. Because you both knew this wasn’t a solution. It was a bandage on a bullet wound.
When dawn came, you slipped out before he woke.
...
That night became both a comfort and a curse. You couldn’t stop thinking about it—the way he held you like you were his lifeline, the way you clung to him like he was yours.
But you also couldn’t ignore reality. He had a soulmate. And no matter how many times he swore it didn’t matter, the world would never let you forget.
Rumors started. Someone had seen the glow between him and Minji. Whispers spread: He’s with the wrong person. She’s keeping him from his real soulmate.
You heard them everywhere. You felt their judgment in every glance.
It wore you down. It wore him down too.
Fights erupted—short, sharp, fueled by exhaustion and fear.
“Why won’t you believe me?” he snapped one night.
“Because the whole world is against us!” you shouted back.
“Then let it be us against the world!”
“And what if we lose?”
The silence after that was worse than the shouting.
...
It ended—not officially, but in every way that mattered—when you told him you couldn’t do it anymore.
Your voice shook as you said it. His face crumpled like paper, and for a moment you thought he might collapse.
“If you walk away now,” he whispered, “you’ll break me.”
You sobbed. “You’ll survive. You’ll find someone who won’t have to fight fate to love you.”
He grabbed your shoulders, desperation radiating from him. “But I don’t want someone else. I want you.”
You kissed him one last time, salty with tears. Then you left.
And this time, you didn’t look back.
...
The world felt emptier without him. Every sunrise, every quiet moment, every little domestic ritual you’d built together—it all ached.
But you told yourself it was for the best. That love wasn’t always enough. That sometimes, the universe won.
Still, deep down, a part of you whispered: What if we fight anyway? What if we make our own ending?
...
The days after the truth splintered were the hardest of your life.
Every time you caught your best friend’s eyes across campus, guilt pressed down like lead. The universe had made them matches, and everyone else seemed to think that meant something sacred. Jeongwoo tried to smile in public, but you could see the cracks—how his hands shook when he tucked them into his hoodie, how the lilt in his laugh never reached his eyes.
For a while, they tried to distance themselves. You threw yourself into your best friend’s routines— movie nights, shared classes, study sessions— but every touch felt heavy, like someone else’s skin. Jeongwoo avoided you both, retreating into the studio late at night, voice growing hoarse from endless takes.
Until one evening, when you couldn’t take it anymore.
The rain came down in sheets as she ran to the small practice room Jeongwoo haunted, sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor. He was there, slumped against the mirror, sweat-dark hair clinging to his forehead, chest heaving like he’d been dancing his lungs out.
You dropped your bag and whispered, “I can’t pretend anymore.”
His head snapped up, eyes glassy. “You think I can?” His voice cracked. “I’m supposed to be Minji’s. Every sign points to her. But my heart—” His fists curled. “My heart won’t stop pointing to you.”
You knelt, cupping his jaw. His skin was damp, fever-warm. “Jeongwoo, I don’t care what the universe says. I don’t want easy. I don’t want destined. I want you.”
The moment stretched, thunder rolling outside. And then he surged forward, kissing you like a starving man.
This kiss was different. No careful sweetness, no hesitation. Desperate, raw, almost bruising in how much he needed you. Your bodies tangled against the mirror, breathless and wet with rain when your soaked hoodie fell away, when his trembling hands slid under your shirt like he couldn’t believe you were real.
Your clothes came off in pieces, damp fabric peeling away until skin pressed to skin. The mirror fogged behind you, your reflections blurring as Jeongwoo lifted your thighs around his waist, grinding until you gasped.
“Say it,” he begged against your neck. “Say you’re mine. No one else's. Mine.”
You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging hard. “Yours, Jeongwoo. Always yours.”
He pushed into you with a groan that echoed in the empty practice room, and for a moment, the world shrank to nothing but the slide of their bodies, the slap of skin, the heat and ache and fire that came from finally surrendering. Your moans melted into the storm outside, thunder masking the rhythm of your desperate need.
Afterward, slick and shuddering, you collapsed against his chest. He held you tight like he was afraid you’d disappear.
...
The world didn’t make it easy. Your friends questioned. Your peers whispered. But your best friend—who had every right to claim him—stared with fondness for her friends.
Your best friend only said softly, “If he makes you happy, then fight for him. Just don’t break yourselves in the process.”
That blessing was enough.
Jeongwoo met you under the Han River bridge, where streetlights blurred into gold across black water. He reached for your hand, hesitant. This time, you didn’t let go.
“Everyone says soulmates are fate,” you murmured. “But I think we just proved them wrong.”
His smile was quiet but fierce. “Then it’s us against the world.”
...
Months later, they had built a rhythm. Domestic mornings where you stole his hoodies and burned the toast. Nights curled together, studying lyrics or scrolling dramas until dawn. The universe had chosen another path for you, but you chose each other again and again.
One evening, as Jeongwoo rested his head on your lap, he whispered, “Maybe we weren’t born soulmates. But maybe we became them.”
You bent to kiss his hair, heart swelling with something larger than destiny. “Yeah,” you said. “Our own kind of forever.”
And the world—loud, judgmental, insistent—faded into background noise.
Because Jeongwoo was yours, and you were his. Not because of fate, but because you fought for it.
[8:55pm] dinner tables are for families. boyfriend!yoshinori misses his. but he loves that he sees your face across from him, cheeks full of the late dinner that took too long to prepare. the happiness in the room has a hearth, a home in the swell of your chest. it radiates from you and all that sit around you. boyfriend!yoshinori, even though he misses his family, laughs all night. talks excitedly. has a great time. and even though dinner tables remind him that he hasn't been home in a long time... he can't say he's not with his family.
This has been sitting in the back of my head for so long, I just had to put this down.
Theme : Sex drive (Hyung-line only) - what are their sex drive like; low, normal, high or very high.
Pairing : Treasure Hyung-line Members x Female reader
Explicit content below
Hyunsuk – Normal to High
For Hyunsuk, he seems to be the type of person who is a workaholic but will never reject if his girl wants it. If you are horny and wants him, he’ll give it to you and he will give it good. Also, he will make sure that sex is always in the list for special occasion i.e. anniversaries, birthdays etc. On these days, he can lasts longer than usual and he can go for more rounds if you want to. Not afraid to try new things too whether it be new positions, toys etc. If you want to try it, he is open to do so.
Jihoon – High to Very high
This man is always energetic. You need to have as much sex drive as him if not higher. Never one to say no to sex and always asking if he hasn’t had his share for the day. You and him are the type of people who needs to do it at least once a day. Always open to try new positions, games, toys you name it but if he doesn't like the idea, he is very vocal about it too. He is also someone who can go for multiple rounds. There is very high possibility, you might not be able to walk the next day.
Yoshi – Normal to High
Very similar to Hyunsuk, not one to ask for it but never rejects if you want it. If he does want to do it, he will ask but in his unique and shy way which may just flew by you. A very romantic person and probably not someone who will be the one initiating to try something new. Although he does appear to be open and adventurous but you need to initiate the idea and he will jump into it rather enthusiastically. He will go for a few rounds at one time but most of the time, that one round is enough as he will give his all to you.
Junkyu – High
This man enjoys sex as making love is literally his inspiration to creating beautiful masterpieces of music and melody. He is the type who will have a background music when making love to you and he is also kinky. He probably has some kind of fetish. He may not want it everyday but he does want to do it as often as he can just go for a round or two. Trying new toys or positions, this one doesn't need you to ask as he will the one asking and showing you videos or the toys he bought and somehow charms you to try it.
Jaehyuk – Normal
Jaehyuk is all about romance and giving the best for you. If you want it, he won't ask you again, he will get it on but for this man, he is not the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type. He is all about making love complement with perfectly planned ambience i.e. lighting, candles, dinner, pillow talks etc. Making you feel special first before proceeding with the sex. Can do a few rounds too like Jihoon but is more driven to connect emotionally with his partner rather than physically.
Asahi – Normal to high
This quiet comedian looks like someone who is full of surprises including his drive in bed. He appears to be someone who are both will do it when you are horny and will initiate it if he is horny. Have thoughts about trying new things but contemplates a lot about it and have deeper conversation with you about it first before making a final decision on trying it out or not. Don’t be surprise if this man can go a few rounds and probably wouldn’t mind doing it everyday either. He may also have a fetish of some kind too most probably foot fetish.
hi are you open for requests? If you aren’t just ignore this but, If you are could I ask if you could do something cute and fluffy with dobby? Like just cuddles with him or soft fluffy kisses with him always giving the reader Princess treatment (and calling them princess bcs I swear that is his go to pet name😩)
♡ RIDICULOUSLY IN LOVE WITH YOU — KIM DOYOUNG
bf!doyoung x fem!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluff, use of petnames (princess, baby) | loki's lines : i've been mia for a hot minute and this was long fucking overdue, i'm so sorry! i really hope you like this! <3
“wait, princess! i’ll get it! don’t you worry about a thing!”
doyoung exclaimed, making you sigh as he dropped to his knees, finding the utmost joy in tying your shoelaces for you.
you smiled at his excitement. “i had it, baby,” you told him, though you knew he would make some excuse to explain himself.
“i know you did, princess. i just want to help you out however i can.”
“can you get any sweeter than you already are?”
your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head. “there you go.” he tightened your laces, smiling at you. “now you won’t fall for anyone else.” he grinned at your reaction.
“you’ve set the bar too high, doyoung,” you confessed. “i don’t think i’d ever find anyone better than you.”
doyoung’s smile only widened, grateful for your words that never failed to lift his mood. he held the door open for you, a love-struck look on his face as he looked at you.
“i’m glad to hear that, princess. because i don’t want anyone else either. just you and only you.”
“are you sure there’s nothing i can get you, princess? you don’t have to hold back. tell me anything you want, and i’ll get it for you.”
kim doyoung asked, wrapping his arms around you as you two sat on your bed.
“i’m fine,” you mumbled in reply. “just want you near.”
“of course, my love.” he frowned, unhappy that he couldn’t do anything more. “i’m not going anywhere.”
after spending the night watching movies, the two of you fell asleep, only for doyoung to be awoken by you screaming in your sleep.
he quickly woke you from your nightmare, holding onto you as you sobbed quietly. he patted your back gently, muttering words of assurance, hoping it’d make you feel better.
“you wanna talk about it?” he asked softly, running his hands through your hair. “or do you wanna be distracted?”
“i, uh … could i talk about it?”
“of course, princess. you can start whenever you want. no rush.”
you ran the words through your head, wondering how to phrase your sentence.
“i had a nightmare,” you quietly mumbled. “you left me. said y-you found someone else.”
doyoung pouted, understanding why you were crying in your sleep now. “oh, baby. i'm so sorry about that.” he patted your back, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“i know it's not real.”
“but?”
you sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. “but it felt so real. i just wanted to make sure you didn’t really leave me,” you mumbled quietly.
doyoung cupped your face in his hands, making sure you were looking at him. “i’m here, my love. i’m right here. and i’m never going anywhere. always remember that, yeah?” he smiled kindly.
you nodded at his words. “yeah, i will. i love you, doyoung.” you murmured softly.
“and i love you, princess. more than anything in this world.”
“princess.”
doyoung uttered, his voice soft and gentle as he looked over at you, his eyes filled with nothing much affection.
the two of you were on the couch, tangled up in each other’s limbs as you two watched your favorite show on television. though you were the one who seemed to be watching the show while doyoung was watching you.
“hm?” you tilted your head towards him, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “yeah, baby?”
doyoung only shook his head, his eyes filled with mischief and adoration. “nothing, princess, just wanted to call you that.” he pressed a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead, the action making your heart skip a beat every single time.
you giggled at his words. “you cheeseball.” you quipped, even though your cheeks had flushed deeply, clearly affected by his sweet words.
“ah, you love it, princess.” he retorted, wrapping his arms around you, pressing kisses all over your face as you burst into a fit of giggles. “don’t you, princess?”
“dobi, stop.” you placed your hands on his chest, trying to pull yourself away from his affectionate attack. “you are ridiculous, you know that?”
despite your words, your heart swelled with happiness, content with just laying there in your boyfriend’s arms, listening to his sweet voice all day long.
doyoung only smiled victoriously as he saw the way you looked at him, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, unable to help himself as he looked at your face.
“ridiculously in love with you is what i am, princess.”
