"Whichever txt member where he has been waiting to date y/n and she just broke up with her ex bf but she’s like wait I need time and he’s like no <3" - Request by @nanilis
Pairing: Huening Kai x Reader
Genre: Crack/humour, fluff
a/n: Took me way too long to get to this and I am so sorry but this was honestly SO MUCH FUN!!! I love loser lovers hehe
a/n2: I'm a lil early but happy birthday, angel <3
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Also tagging @aliceskzfan , I last posted Kai in January and you had asked me to tag you whenever I posted him next so here you go (sorry it took SO LONG) <3
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Series summary: Three months. One dream dog-sitting job. One dog that wants nothing to do with him. And, to make matters worse, the only person the dog trusts is someone Soobin can’t stand.
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Pairing: Non-Idol!Soobin x reader
Chapter Summary: All's well that ends well to end up with you <3
a/n: One day early because why not hehe. Also, I'm emo about the end, I'll let you enjoy the read first though. I'll see you below
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Next Update: 17th August (hopefully)
a/n2: This is kind of it. There is an epilogue of course but technically, Dog Thief concludes here. I am so grateful to everyone who came along this ride- it is my baby and i have absolutely loved watching it grow and have you embrace it.
Thank you to everyone who read this and a special kiss to everyone who interacted- even if it was just once. I think about you when I feel down, trust.
This is getting long and dramatic for no reason lmao but as my first official big series, I can literally see how much I have grown through the chapters yeah thank you for being patient with me and SoobYn, I hope you had a good time.
Watch me be emo again next week when I drop the epilogue. I'm such a loser. ANYWAY if you're still reading- here's a lil reward- the epilogue will be the cutest thing you can imagine, i promise you.
Synopsis: You are having what could possibly be the worst night of your life. Until your brother's friend comes to the night's rescue.
part of the txt × reader × beabadoobee song series
this one's based on a night to remember by beadbadoobee and laufey
Contents: Yeonjun × Taehyun's big sister!reader, reader is stranded on a deserted road, squint to see the tension in the flirting
Warnings: suggestive at the end, makeout at the very end (nothing more tho), mentions of bullying in middle school, cussing, lemme know what else man
Author's note: This has more to do with just the vibe of the song than the actual song if you catch my drift, setting is pulled out of my ass so even if there's no place like this in seoul just let it be.
You had no idea how you ended up in this situation. You keep fidgeting with your phone, completely panicked, nearly out of breath. The battery had died a few minutes ago so now you really had no way to get home if he doesn’t show up. But he has to show up right? He’s Taehyun’s friend. He wouldn’t be friends with an asshole who’d leave someone completely alone, in the middle of nowhere, right? Right?
Great. I’m all but at the mercy of someone I’ve had maybe one pleasantries exchange with, 4 years ago, while facetiming my brother. Awesome. Your thoughts were growing more and more unpleasant with the minute.
It felt like there was a breath caught in your stomach, with your already sweaty palms now beginning to shake. Everything around you was starting to spin and you were pretty sure you couldn’t feel one of your legs. Although you didn’t understand how you were still standing. He needed to show up any minute now or you were going to hyperventilate yourself into suffocation.
It was a completely tree-lined road and you couldn’t see anything but a forest stretching out on either side of the road. There were rustling sounds coming from the bushes in front of you (you told yourself it was likely just the wind), and strange noises, too similar to laughter, that felt like they were being carried by the wind. You could tell they weren’t coming from anywhere near you but some time ago when you had decided to try to find a way back and walked in the direction you came from, you felt that you could feel the voices closing in. So, you decided to walk back where you were and after sending your location you had to stay put. Currently you were zoning out while staring at a specific leaf on the tree in front of you, to calm yourself.
The sound of a vehicle brought you back to reality, and back to a state of crushing panic. Turning to your right, you could see two headlights coming towards you, headlights of what appeared to be a car. It made you suddenly stiff up, shiver running down your spine. This has to be him, right? There’s no way it’s not him, right?
Your jaw tightens when you hear it. The same laughter you’ve been faintly hearing for the past half an hour. Except this time much clearer, and coming from the very car that was heading towards you. You take a step back, even though you were already standing on the edge of the road, and almost fall down the visibly steep and grassy slope. Walking in the same direction, you were hoping that you’d get lost in the night and they wouldn’t see you.
The voices seemed to be closing in the distance between you. Just as you thought the car was going to pass you, it started slowing down. Then it came to a halt. Right next to you. Terrified, you turned your head to try to see the license plate or identify the car, but the license plate wasn’t visible from where you were standing, and you wouldn’t be able to name a car, any car, even if your life depended on it. Literally.
Your eyes darted towards the backseat window, which was open, and smelled too strongly of alcohol. Three guys, that seemed to be a little bit older than you, were sitting in the back, looking extremely drunk and grinning ear to ear.
Just as you decided to start walking again, the front window opened, letting out a smell you didn’t quite know.
“Are you in some kind of trouble pretty? Do you want help?”, the guy on the driver’s seat spoke, taking a drag from his cigarette. Or blunt? You weren’t sure, not enough light to even see his face clearly.
“No I’m alright.”, trying your best to hide the tremble in your voice.
“People that are alright aren’t usually walking alone on a deserted road in the middle of the night. You see how that could cause us some confusion?”
“Well then confusion cleared. Someone’s picking me up actually.”, you try to force a chuckle. Sounded more like a cough though.
“Oh someone? Who might that someone be?”
“You know,”, the guy sitting on the backseat window spoke, “instead of waiting here, you could just get a ride from us. Plenty of space.”
“No, that’s okay.”
You wanted to say more. Wanted to run, away from them, down the slope, anywhere. You wanted to do something. But your body was betraying you. You couldn’t move a muscle. From your forehead to your lips, down to your big toe. All you could do was stand there, absolutely still, and try not to cry. It was unlike you in every way imaginable, but it was also so much like you to not be able to do something when it actually matters, that it was making you tear up.
In all of your panic and useless fearful reminiscing, you didn’t notice the motorbike coming your way from the front. Actually, no one noticed, the headlight was off. It came to a halt in front of the car.
The guy on the front passenger seat spoke up for the first time, addressing the driver of the bike. “Move along buddy”
The biker tilted his head, as if genuinely confused why he’s being addressed so aggressively, straightened it back up, and then removed his helmet.
“Do we have a problem here?”
Is that him? That’s him right?! Fucking finally oh my god! That’s definitely him. Although he looks a little more….. maybe it’s just the lighting from the car’s headlight that’s doing wonders for him but this dude is kinda gorgeous…. Oh my god no focus! This is not the time, you have bigger fish to fry!
The passenger seat guy stepped out of the car.
“We won’t have one if you just move along.”
Oh no. All you were thinking about was whether the both of you could handle five guys by yourself. Probably fucking not right?!
Yeonjun started stepping forward.
“And why would I do that when I’m here to pick her up?”
Something about the way he said that and the look he had in his eyes made you believe and he could probably knock out all five of them and five more like them. The look in his eyes was intimidating, to say the least, and you could see that on passenger seat guy’s face too. You would’ve been so down bad if you weren’t freaking out right now.
“What are you to her?”, passenger seat guy said, but with visibly less confidence this time.
Yeonjun had stepped in between you and the guy now.
“Her boyfriend.”, you can’t lie your heart did do a little flip here. “And now I’m gonna repeat this question for the first and last time.”
He stepped towards the guy with every word he said. “Do.. We.. Have.. A.. Problem?”
The guy took a step back, mumbled something along the lines of “not worth it”, and got back in the car.
You both watched as they drove away.
As soon as they were out of sight, Yeonjun dropped down and sat in a squat position as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Oh thank god they left! Close one. I would not have been able to even land a punch on that guy.”
He stood up to look at you, face beaming with pride, like a kid that had just won a race amongst his friends. The intimidating aura from before was nowhere to be found. He was still hot though.
“Did you wait for the very last minute to show up? God knows what would’ve happened to me if you were even a few more minutes late.”
“Shouldn’t you be thanking me right now? I had to search the entire area cause the location you sent was all wonky and your phone was off. I couldn’t even see properly because the headlights on my bike are broken so I had to put so much effort into carefully looking everywhere. I didn’t even know it was you until I looked at you properly just now.”
“So you just threatened five guys, that you wouldn’t have been able to fight off, to help a random stranger out?”
“Well, duh? What else was I supposed to do?”
“No yeah, exactly that. Thanks.”, you said, a little impressed at him and a little shocked at yourself for even asking that question.
“Right. Well, long time no see”, he flashed you an awkward but heart melting smile.
“We’ve never met.”
“We talked…? That one time? On the phone?”, he looked genuinely offended that you don’t remember. But you do. He kinda has a striking presence that’s pretty hard to not notice.
“All you said was “hii Taehyun’s sis” and I didn’t even reply?”
“Well then I guess you need to be greeting me.”
“Right”, you were extremely tired and as much as you would love to have this banter with your brother’s hot friend, you just did not have the energy. “Can you just take me to my house? I’m tired dude.”
“Are you sure you don’t want something to eat first? Or drink? You look like you could use some water.”
“Ouch. Thanks.”
“No, I meant you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Yea well, whatever happened tonight was a very scary experience.”
“Exactly. To the graveyard of shitty nights then. The convenience store.”, he said, tossing you a helmet and putting his on.
“But—”, he cut you off.
“Will you just hop on? I’m sure you were scared shitless earlier and you shouldn’t end the night on such a low. Also, you can’t argue with your only ride home.”
I mean, fair enough.
You put your helmet on and hopped on the bike.
The ride to the convenience store was pretty short, and awfully quiet. The entire area seemed pretty secluded for a city as bright and busy as Seoul, there was pretty much nothing but the road for a long while, and he took a few cuts on the path that had you questioning whether you were being abducted. Being a girl is such an amazing and fun experience. Sigh.
Thankfully he actually stopped in front of a convenience store and you both got off the bike.
“Do you wanna come in or do you wanna sit and wait here while I get us something to eat and drink?”
You did not feel like roaming around a whole convenience store right now so you chose the second option.
He came back with his hands full of stuff. Water, iced tea, two bowls of ramen, and some potato chips you’ve never had. Is this what heaven feels like?
That first sip of water genuinely brought life back into you. Yeonjun just watched you gulp half the bottle down in one breath. It was pretty adorable to him.
“So… are you ever going to tell me why you were stranded in the middle of nowhere?”, Yeonjun started.
“Do I have to?”
“Did I not just save your life? I feel like I should at least know why.”
“Fair enough. Prank. By middle school classmates.”
He looked so profoundly confused that it was funny to watch his face. And kind of cute because with said confusion came his unconsciously made confusion pouty face.
“I went to a reunion, since I’m back. Big mistake cause I forgot I didn’t really have friends in middle school. Only bullies. And I guess people don’t change. Goes for them as well as me.”
“Let the record show that I think whoever these classmates are, are assholes.”, then took a huge bite of ramen. His cheeks were completely filled with ramen and he had a mad expression on his face, which just made him look so cute that you had to laugh out loud.
“Why are you back anyway?”, you shot him a look at that question.
“Cmon, I just meant like Taehyun told us you left right after middle school, and that you never come back, they go to visit you every summer.”
“Just a spur of the moment kinda thing. Cause my family couldn’t visit this time you know?”
“Makes sense. So why would you go to that reunion if you don’t like anyone there?”
“You’re asking a lot of questions for someone I only met today.”
“You can ask me a few too. I’ll answer.”
“And why would you do that?”, everything about him was just making you more and more interested in the conversation.
“Will you answer the question I just asked if I answer one of yours?”
“Sure” Why not, you know? I’m already at rock bottom right now.
“Then that’s why I’ll answer. To get you to answer.”
He was a little peculiar if you were being honest. And that was somehow making him even hotter than he already was.
“Where the fuck is Taehyun?”, you asked.
“Oh”, for some reason the question made him chuckle out loud. “He’s in Paris.”
“WHAT?!”, you would’ve stood up from your chair if you had the energy to.
“Something about a fight with his long-distance girlfriend and this being the perfect time to go visit her since your parents are out of town. He’s been saving money for that flight for a long time you know?”
“That’s insane. His Romeo ass bouta get whooped all the way to Shakespeare’s grave when he gets back.”
“Why?”, he asked, with a laugh that genuinely seemed like an energy boost. “Isn’t what he’s doing romantic? Or are you not that kinda girl?”
“Not when his entire family has no idea that he’s all the way across the fucking world right now. And also what even is “that kinda girl”?”, you said with air quotes.
“Have you never been in love?”
“I probably have. I’ve never been crazy though.”
“Don’t they go hand in hand?”
“Why? Have you ever done anything crazy in love?”, you had to ask, he practically invited that question in.
“I believe it’s your turn to be answering the question I asked earlier.”
“Okay, fair enough. Why did I go? I guess I just wanted to prove to myself that I actually changed and became better and didn’t just run away. So… so much for that.”, you said, as you finished the last of your ramen. Yeonjun had finished a while back but you only just noticed.
“Doesn’t going back prove that you didn’t run away?”
Well, when he puts it like that. Weird that he seems to always know exactly what to say.
“Can we not talk about this anymore?”, you wanted to forget this night ever happened. You wanted every memory of this night erased from mind.
Both of you sat in silence for a while, not an awkward silence. Just a tired and understanding one. There was no one else around. All you could hear around you was the wind. The wind always seems to have something to say.
You look over to Yeonjun sitting in front of you. “What are you thinking about?”, you asked, without thinking much of it.
“How exhausting it must be for the wind to always have something to say.” What the actual fuck.
You try to brush it off. “Should we go home now?”
“As you wish.”
You get up and walk towards the bike, Yeonjun following behind you.
“Do you always pick up all your friends’ sisters on your bike?”, you leaned back on the bike, facing him as he made his way towards you.
“You wound me. This bike is sacred, I don’t just let anyone ride on it.”
“How many girls has that bullshit worked on?”
“Enough”, he smirked, closing in the gap between the both of you. Followed by a wink as he lightly pressed his body against you, placing both his palms on the bike on either side of you.
With his body pressing against yours, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You were hoping he couldn’t hear your heart beating out of your chest. Why were you so nervous? Watching him this close, looking down at you as he gave you that cheeky smirk, you felt as if you were going to come undone right there.
He raised his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, lightly caressing your face till his fingers reached your chin. With his thumb and index finger, he softly tipped your chin up. You placed your hands behind his neck, pulling him down till your lips hovered over each other’s for a few seconds, before he slid his hand down to your neck, pulling you into his breath.
The first kiss was slow. Soft. As if you were both afraid the other person was made of glass and one wrong movement would result in a crack. You both pulled away for a few seconds, enough to look into each other’s eyes, before the second kiss came crashing into you. Hungrier. Full of a want that you could feel oozing out of his body. All of the carefulness flew out the window and the kiss grew into something messier, something you couldn’t control.
Your fingers ran through his hair, making a little whine escape out of him, into your mouth. His hands trailed down your body, squeezing your ass lightly, as if to test out if you like it, before trailing up again, this time under your t-shirt, resting on your waist.
The kiss grew sloppier with every breath that you let into each other; you couldn’t even tell when your tongues came into contact. His hands found their way to the back of your thighs, lifting you up to sit on the bike. He placed himself between your legs, both hands back under your t-shirt, moving around and up your waist, squeezing your boobs every once in a while. You had one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other resting on his chest, where you could feel his heart beating rapidly. It was nice to know that you weren’t the only one. Your hands trailed down his torso, feeling his defined abs through his thin white tank.
“Take this back to my house?”, you breathed out, as he pulled away, now kissing and leaving marks on your neck. You moaned into the air and he snapped his neck back up.
Without saying a word, he pulled away from you and put on his helmet. You jumped down from the bike, understanding everything without him having to say it, put on your helmet and hopped on the bike right after him.
“Hold on tight. I’m gonna make this a sort trip.”, you could hear the cockiness in his voice.
You had thought earlier that you wanted to forget this night ever happened. Unfortunately for you though, Yeonjun would do everything he could to make sure that this was a goddamn night to remember.
End note: Thank you so much for reading<3 Likes and comments are always appreciated✌️
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Synopsis: You've hated each other for as long as you can remember
One victory, One yacht ,And One night that changed everything...
Warning: NSFW, minors do not interact, Rivals to lovers , smut, sexual tension,anger drunken kiss، terry getting turned on a lot, kissing , fingering , crying while sex, unprotected sex
WC : 3400
After three years away from Jeju, You returns stronger than ever to compete in the island's biggest surfing competition. As you used to do , you beats your longtime rival, Terry, claiming first place while he's forced to settle for second for the first time in her life which makes it unbelievable for both .
To celebrate your victory, the sponsors host an exclusive yacht party for all the competitors. When the yacht reaches a private island, everyone heads ashore to continue the celebration everyone except Terry. Unable to stomach his defeat, he stays behind on the yacht, quietly drinking alone.
The moon casts silver ripples across the black water as the yacht gently rocks, anchored near a deserted private island. The distant sounds of music and laughter from shore feel worlds away.
Terry sits alone on the deck, nursing his third whiskey. His champion's jacket usually worn with pride hangs loosely over his shoulders like a burden. He stares at nothing, jaw tight with that bitter taste of defeat still fresh after three years.
A breeze carries petrichor from land when suddenly...
Footsteps stumble onto the deck behind him.
You appears in glittering sandals that sink into wet wood planks, your sundress slightly rumpled from dancing too much champagne-drunk joy tonight.
"Look who's sulking," you teases with that familiar smirk the one you always wore right before wiping him out in competitions.
But there's something different about it tonight... looser? Softer? Or maybe just tipsy?
Terry doesn't turn around. His grip tightens slightly around his glass, the ice clinking as he swirls it once before taking another slow sip.
The silence stretches thick with years of unspoken tension, every surf-off replaying between them in that quiet space. The ocean breeze carries your perfume (coconut sunscreen mixed with expensive champagne) right to him.
You giggled, actually giggled and sways closer until you're standing right behind his chair.
"poor little terry," you slurs playfully, "say sometimes I wandered why I hate you that much !"
Your fingers reach out to poke his shoulder... but misjudge the distance because you're tipsy and pokes nothing but air instead.
The night air is thick with tension as Terry abruptly stands, his chair scraping loudly against the deck. Without a wordwithout even glancing at you he walks past you toward the cabin stairs.
His movements are sharp, controlled anger in every step. The rivalry that's festered for years sits like a brick wall between them now more than ever.
You blinked, still giggly from champagne... until you notices him leaving.
"Terry? Wait-"
A misstep on wet wood sends you lurching sideways
" SPLASH. "
The icy seawater swallows you whole.
*No hesitation.
Terry whirls around just in time to see the disturbance where you'd been standing seconds ago. His blood runs cold before he even processes it fully.
He dives.
(Champion reflexes kick in; he hits the water running.) He crashes into waves without shoes or jacket slowing him down.
The saltwater stings his eyes as he plunges beneath the surface, dark waves swallowing him whole. He kicks hard stronger than any paddle he's ever done in competition.
Down below, you were flailing-disoriented from alcohol and sudden shock of cold water. You sundress billows like seaweed around you as you spins in slow motion.
Terry grabs her wrist with one hand while using the other to push upward through water resistance.
(He's always been faster.)
They break surface.
Gasping for air, Terry hauls a sputtering you toward the yacht ladder. His arms are shaking-not from exhaustion but adrenaline-and when they finally scramble onto deck... both are drenched head-to-toe.
A beat passes where neither speaks... just heavy breathing between them.
Terry's chest heaves as water drips from his hair, his shirt plastered to him. The moonlight catches the panic still etched into his face-the raw terror of almost losing her that he'll never admit out loud.
You coughs up seawater, shivering violently in your soaked dress. Your drunken giggles are long gone; now she just looks... small.
Then Terry explodes.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"
He roars it louder than any competition announcer ever has voice cracking with fury and something else beneath.
(Fear.) (Relief.) (Anger at himself for caring this much.)
He grabs both her shoulders not roughly but firmly
and shakes once:
"You could've DIED!"
Your teeth chatter from the cold, your lips tinged blue. You opened your mouth to retort maybe with some drunk sarcasm but then sees his face.
The real fear in Terry's eyes hits you like a tsunami wave.
Not anger. Not rivalry.
Fear.
(For me?)
A strange warmth blooms in your chest despite the freezing night air. Your bravado melts away completely.
Instead of snapping back... You did something unthinkable.
You reached up.
Your small, trembling hand rises still dripping wet and lands gently against Terry's cheek. The calloused warmth of his skin contrasts with your icy fingertips.
He freezes.
The entire world narrows to this single touch. No competitions. No rivalry speeches from coaches. Just your palm resting on his face like something sacred.
A drop of seawater slides down from your wrist to his jawline.
You didn't speak.
(you never could say the right words anyway.)
So you kissed him.
It's soft at first tentative, questioning a whisper of lips pressed together under the moonlight.
The kiss tastes like saltwater and champagne like every stupid fight they've ever had, every glance stolen across finish lines, every unspoken moment that led them here.
Terry doesn't move at first. His whole body is rigid with shock brain short-circuiting.
Is this happening? Is SHE kissing ME?
But then... instinct takes over.
His hands fly up to cradle your face.
And he kisses you back harder than a wave crashing against cliffs, desperate like he's been starving for this his entire life.
Without breaking their kiss, they stood up, still kissing, and he pushed you towards the yacht's cabin door and opened it without her entering, as he was busy kissing.
He then began pushing you towards a bed, and you collided with a chair. You were pushed against the bed, and he climbed on top of you .
The soft hum of the yacht engine blends with their breathing as Terry hovers over you , his lips still locked onto you hungry, desperate, like he's been starving for this moment and just now realized it.
Rain begins to patter against the cabin windows the calm before a summer storm.
The world outside feels distant. There's only them: soaked clothes sticking to skin, saltwater mixing with the taste of wine on your tongue.
Terry breaks the kiss just enough to trail feverish kisses down your jaw your neck each one slower than before but charged with emotion neither can name yet.
His hands tremble slightly as they slide under your damp dress .
He pauses.
Looks into your eyes.
Searching again not for permission exactly but for "certainty".
That this is real.
That you wants him too.
Not as rivals anymore...
But something deeper now that finally has a name neither dared speak aloud until tonight.
The silence stretches thick with want, fragile like the storm-lit air around them.
You didn't speak. You just lifts your hands slowly, brushing wet strands of hair from Terry's forehead.
Your touch is soft unexpectedly tender for someone who always wore a mask of confidence and rivalry.
Then you pulls him down again.
Not forcefully.
Gently.
Your lips meet his once more a kiss that says I need you, You've always been mine.
Terry melts into it this time, no hesitation left. The anger from earlier the frustration at losing the race is gone now, replaced by something warm spreading through his chest like sunlight breaking through clouds.
He kisses you deeper as his fingers finally peel off your soaked dress completely.
It drops to the floor with a quiet splat against the wooden cabin floor .
In one swift motion, Terry rips his own drenched shirt off buttons straining before popping loose entirely.
He doesn't care.
The fabric hits the floor beside hers, forgotten.
His chest rises and falls fast
not from exertion,
but from nerves he's never let anyone see before tonight.
All those years of competitive glares and sharp words? Gone. In this dimly lit cabin with rain tapping against the glass... he's just a man looking at a woman like she hung the stars.
He leans back down over your bare skin now pressing against yours and shivers slightly as their warmth meets through damp clothes still clinging to their legs.
The kiss deepens again hungrier this time but slower too, savoring each breath they share like it's sacred.
Terry trails kisses down your collarbone.
Each press of his lips is careful.
Reverent.
Like he's discovering something precious that was always meant to be his... but took too long to claim.
The yacht sways gently with the quiet roll of the waves, rocking them like a lullaby. The storm hasn't fully arrived just soft thunder in the distance, distant and dreamlike.
Your hands glide up Terry's bare back warm skin under your fingertips and you feels him shiver again. He inhales sharply at your touch, as if no one has ever touched him like this: not just wanting him... but seeing him.
You lifted your head slightly and kissed his shoulder a small peck that makes his breath hitch and then another on his collarbone before pressing a long kiss to where pulse meets neck.
He tilts into it instinctively.
A low sound escapes him half groan, half sigh the first real vulnerability he's shown all night.
His hands slide down to unclasp your wet bikini slowly... deliberately... asking without words.
The clasp clicks open soft, quiet and the shorts slide down your hips, kicked off without breaking their closeness. Terry's movements are deliberate now: careful, almost reverent.
He kisses you again deeplyvas his hands trail back up along your bare thighs. Every touch is electric through the cool cabin air still carrying traces of sea spray and rain.
You arches into him slightly as his lips move to your jawline again... then lower... brushing over the curve of a shoulder before dipping down to kiss just above where fabric meets skin on what's left of her damp tank top.
She gasps.
It's such a small sound but it hits Terry like lightning.
His heart pounds harder.
This isn't conquest. This isn't victory after losing a race.
This is you. Giving yourself to him for maybe the first time in any real way that matters.
And he wants it perfect.
The air thickens charged with breathless tension as Terry slowly slips his hand beneath the waistband of yours remaining damp clothes. His touch is tentative at first, uncertain how far she'll let him go.
But when he brushes against her heat and finds her already wet aroused by the kiss, by him he swallows hard. A pulse jumps in his throat.
Without asking outright (because right now words feel too heavy), he gently presses two fingers forward...
And you gasps!
Not just a soft sound this time a full moan escaped from your lips as they part slightly on an exhale.
It echoes in the small cabin.
Terry freezes for half a second. overwhelmed not just by how good you feels under his touch... but because you liked it.
You wanted this ,Wanted him.
Then instinct takes over.
Terry curls his fingers slightly experimenting and when you arches your back with another moan, softer this time but no less intense, he feels a surge of confidence.
He kisses you again harder now as he begins to move those two fingers slowly inside you. His thumb brushes over the sensitive bundle of nerves above them in gentle circles, testing how you reacts.
And oh-she reacts .
Your hips lift instinctively toward his hand. Your breath comes faster. One arm drapes around his neck for balance while the other grips the sheets beneath them.
The storm outside grows louder the rain falling heavier but all either hears is each other's breathing... and that quiet rhythm Terry's creating between them.
Each stroke is deliberate.
Each kiss deeper than the last.
He watches every flicker across your face like it's a map guiding him exactly where to go next.
The cabin is warm now filled with the heat of their bodies and shared breath. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the world outside into soft shadows.
You moans grow bolder less restrained as Terry finds a rhythm that makes you tremble. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling slightly as pleasure spikes through her core.
He notices everything the way you toes curl against his leg... how you bite your lip to stifle another sound before failing... how you whispers something muffled against his shoulder that sounds like "yes."
It fuels him.
Encourages him.
Makes him want to give more to make this moment unforgettable for both of them.
Terry slows just slightly not stopping but deepening each movement with more pressure where it matters most, using every trick he's imagined over all those years watching you from afar during competitions and training sessions.
The kiss breaks again just for a breath and Terry rests his forehead against yours, both of them flushed and breathing heavily. The air between them is thick with emotion now, not just desire.
Terry shifts slightly, breaking the kiss just long enough to quickly unbutton his pants fumbling a little with cold fingers made clumsy by adrenaline and need. The zipper gives way, and he kicks them off without ceremony.
The bed creaks softly as he moves back over you, now fully bare beneath him except for scraps of damp fabric she's still wearing. He doesn't bother removing them all not yet he just presses close again, skin meeting skin from chest down.*
*This time when their lips meet it's different more urgent.*
And then Terry guides himself into you.
Finally, remove the remaining fabric from your skin.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Watching your face like it's the only thing that matters in this world.
The first slide is tight a gasp escapes both of them but neither pulls away. Instead... they sink deeper together.
Their bodies fit perfectly like they were always meant to move like this. Terry exhales sharply through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts to the overwhelming sensation of being inside her for the first time.
You wraps your legs around his hips instinctively, pulling him deeper with a quiet moan that vibrates against his lips when they kiss again .
Terry starts moving slow at first: gentle rolls of his hips, testing how you takes it. Every breath is ragged now. The storm outside echoes their racing hearts but in you?
It's just heat and skin and whispered words between kisses.
"You okay?"
he murmurs against your mouth
"Tell me if I'm too much."
He cares.
Even now in passion he wants to make sure you're good.
Your lips parted, but no sound came out just shaky breaths and a dazed look in your eyes.
you were completely overwhelmed by the intimacy, by him, by how good he's fucking you so freaking good .
"am I hurting you y/n ?"
Terry saw it the way you struggled to form words and his expression softened for a second.
But he didn't stop moving.
Instead, he leaned down and kissed your cheek gently before whispering again firm but tender:
"Use your words !"
A command wrapped in care.
He wanted her. Not just the body beneath him but you yourself speaking, reacting... saying what you needed.
So when you finally gasped out a single word on an inhale
"Uh~~More..."
his heart slammed against his ribs.
The second she said it soft and breathless but so clear Terry obeyed.
He kissed you hard, deepening the kiss as his hips picked up their pace. The slow, careful rhythm gave way to something more urgent more needy because now he knew you wanted this too. Wanted him .
Each thrust became surer, bolder the bed rocking gently with them as rain drummed against the cabin windows like a private soundtrack.
Your hands slid down his back again, nails pressing lightly into skin not enough to hurt... just enough to ground yourself in the moment.
You Were drowning.
But not from falling into water again.
From how much you feel right now.
The world outside ceased to exist. No yacht. No competition. No past rivalry just this cabin, the sound of their breathing mixing with the storm's lullaby, and Terry moving inside you like he'd been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.
You finally found your voice again-not in full sentences yet, but in fragmented whispers between kisses:
"T~~Terry..."
Just his name.
Spoken like a prayer.
Like you were realizing who it was beneath your hands the person you'd hated (or so you thought), fought against... now loving with every part of herself.
You heard it.
And something cracked open inside him a dam breaking after years of suppressed feelings.
His next kiss wasn't hungry or desperate anymore...
It was devotional.
Terry's breathing turned ragged short, sharp pants escaping him with each quickening thrust. His muscles tensed, his body coiling tight as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.
He was close.
So close.
And for the first time since this began since they kissed on that yacht deck he lost control of his voice.
"Y/N..."he gasped,
"Oh god... Y/N..."
Her name spilled from his lips like a confession. Over and over again between panting breaths as if saying it would anchor him or save them both from drowning in sensation.
The rhythm became frantic but still careful the bed creaking louder now but Terry couldn't slow down even if he wanted to.
Every nerve screamed her name.
The cabin filled with the sounds of your moans, gasps, whispered names shouted like prayers.
You arched beneath Terry, your voice unrestrained now loud and raw with pleasure as she cried out:
"Terry! Oh please~~TERRY!"
Each scream matched his rhythm: wild, desperate, like this was the only thing that mattered in their lives anymore. No sponsors. No crowd. Just this
Terry's hips snapped forward with fierce urgency-every thrust deeper than the last as if his entire existence depended on giving you everything he had.
His biceps flexed; sweat glistened on his back.
He wasn't holding back.
Couldn't.
The peak was crashing over him and so was you.
Your legs squeezed tighter around him,
"I'm gonna , I'm gonna...!"
The tension snapped.
Your body tensed like a bowstring your back lifting off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.
Your scream was loud, unfiltered a cry of ecstasy that echoed in the small cabin and then you shattered , trembling under Terry as your climax tore through you.
And he felt it the way she clenched around him as if pulling him over with sheer force alone.
Terry gasped.
A broken sound.
His rhythm faltered for just a second before his own release slammed into him like lightning white-hot and overwhelming. He buried his face against your neck, biting down gently on your shoulder to muffle himself as he came hard inside you,
"Fuck... fuck... Y/N!"
The words were ragged, choked out between pants.
For once?
He wasn't thinking about rivalry or pride or anything else but this woman beneath him.
Terry collapsed beside you completely spent, chest heaving, sweat-slicked and exhausted. The adrenaline drained out of him all at once, leaving only warmth and a heavy drowsiness.
He turned his head slightly to look at you your face flushed, hair wild from their passion and you said it.
"I hate you."
The words hung in the air.
Flat.
But weirdly soft.
Not angry. Not bitter. Just... You. Like a reflex after years of rivalry but now it sounded more like an inside joke than real hatred.
Terry blinked slowly still catching his breath and then... he "laughed". A low chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest as realization hit him
⟢ summary: y/n, a first year student at hybe university, has been in love with choi yeonjun since high school, and even went to lengths in high school by dating choi soobin in hopes to get closer with yeonjun, but ultimately, both her relationship with soobin and her mission to get close with yeonjun, failed. learning yeonjun started working at a café y/n becomes a frequent customer and unexpectedly develops feelings for a certain someone at the café.
chapter 07: cup boy ᯓ𑣲 ss + written part! (wc: aprox. 470)
"yah, choi soobin!! forget yeonjun hyung, you OWE me now!!" beomgyu complained as he set the box of cups down on one of the bistro tables near the counter, "i basically had to BEG for a box! hell, i even paid for this persons monster because they made me buy something!"
yeonjun, taking photos of the café, "so you ended up doing aegyo for the cups?"
soobin, helping kai bring out the pastries into the display case, "oh, thanks beomgyu," he absent-mindedly replied before beomgyu had the chance to start quarreling with yeonjun. seeing that beomgyu was about to start sulking at his insincerity, "what, do you want me to transfer you money for the monster? c'mon gyu, it was probably just like two-thousand won, you'll survive. now hurry up and help pass out the samples to the customers," soobin said while guiding him towards the samples waiting to be distributed.
"damn y/nnie, you should've grabbed those gummies if you knew that cup boy would've bought your things for you!" chaewon said to y/n as the girls exited the store.
"did you see who he was?" yuqi asked as they went to find zhang hao in the queue.
"nope, but i know for sure he works at page.coffee. i can't lie, his eyes were really pretty though," y/n replied as she tried to recollect how "cup boy" looked.
chaewon, while viewing zhang hao's location on her phone, "his eyes were pretty? were they prettier than the "yuzz's" though?"
"umm i love my man, but cup boy's had this warmth to them that if i wasn't set on yeonjun, i would lowkey fall for him because of his eyes," y/n responded ruefully.
just as the girls met up with zhang hao in the queue, an employee came up to them with a tray of samples poured out in 7-Eleven slushie cups, "hi, would you guys like to try a sample of our freshly-brewed iced americano?
the employee had soft, warm features and familiar, round eyes. it was then that y/n realized that he was the "cup boy" from a bit ago!
zhang hao, picking up a sample, "what's with the slushie cups?"
"oh, we ran out of sample cups, so we had to make do," the employee replied, having gotten asked the question multiple times already.
he was about to go back inside to restock on samples, when zhang hao called after him, "wait, beomgyu! do you think i can go inside the café? soobin just texted, asking me to help take photos for him."
beomgyu, stopped in his tracks, "oh yeah, sure, follow me," he replied as he led zhang hao to the back entrance of the café.
"what's wrong y/nnie? you gotten so pale all of the sudden! did you see choi soobin? chaewon asked, concerned.
