CONTAINS: non-idol au, established relationship, plus-sized reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: multiple mentions of weight, talks about body insecurities, struggles with food (skipping meals)— all of which can be triggering to some readers! Reader's discretion is advised. (let me know if ever i missed something!)
SYNOPSIS: Minho finds out that you throw away the meals that he prepares for you when you go to work. Hurt, he confronts you about it, making you come clean to him and finally tell him the reason why.
WORD COUNT: 1.9k words
The moment you stepped into your shared apartment, the smell of food stops you in your tracks. Minho is cooking dinner again, just like what he always does, and god were you starving.
"Y/n, is that you?" you hear your boyfriend call you from the kitchen, making you snap out from your thoughts and finally remove your coat to hang it on the coat rack. "Yep, it's me!"
At the sound of your voice, you hear the pitter-patter of feet scurrying against the wooden floors. The trio of cats came to greet you, rubbing themselves against your legs. "Hello, kitties," you said as you bent down, petting each and every one of them before heading to the kitchen to where your boyfriend was. He was cooking one of your favorite meals, and the smell was already making your mouth water.
"Hi, Min." You greet him from behind, your arms coming up to wrap around his torso. "Mm, hi." He simply greets you and acknowledges your presence by placing his hand on top of yours briefly before continuing to cook, but even so, something feels off, his coldness sloppily masked with the physical affection he just gave you. "You okay?" You ask him, raising your head to move beside him, looking at his face with worry.
He doesn't usually greet you so coldly like this, making you feel concerned that something was wrong. "I'm fine," he says, not missing a beat as he stirs around the pan, but his words are practically meaningless when he looks so void of emotion when he says that. "Are you sure? Nothing is bothering you?"
"Y/n, I'm fine." He tells you again, this time trying to sound a bit more convincing, even cracking up a small smile, but you didn't buy it, your intuition telling you that there's something wrong. "Seriously, Min. Is there something wrong? I feel like something is bothering you."
"Nothing is bothering me, love." He says again, shutting off the stove to plate the food that he just cooked. "Are you sure?" You ask again, following him around the kitchen. He hasn't even looked at you yet, avoiding the pointed looks you give him. Minho was trying his best to be patient, silently plating the dinner table so that the two of you can already eat but you just wouldn't stop, following him around and nagging him just to tell you what was wrong.
"Y/n—" He finally says, finding your questions a bit too overstimulating now, and grabs you by the shoulder to still you. He was at his limit, but he doesn't want to blow up on you, so he sighs out before asking you straight in the eyes "How was lunch?"
"What?" You ask him, dumbfounded, be he presses on. "Did you like the food I made you?" He asks, and you nod, confusion written all over your face. "The fried chicken? Yeah, it tastes amazing, Min. Why are you asking me—"
"Liar."
You felt the color drain from your face, your hands now sweating. "Minho, what do you mean?" You ask him, but he turns away from you, probably to take a few breaths before facing you again. "The friend chicken, I made them spicy," he explains. "I notice how you would stuff yourself with food the moment you get home, and it made me think if you even ate your lunch. So, to be sure, I made the chicken spicy. That way, I'll know that you ate my food, because knowing you, the first thing you'll mention to me the moment you got home was the spicy food that I prepared." He pauses a bit, trying to stop the lump that was forming in his throat. "But you didn't."
You see the tears that were starting to form in Minho's eyes but he blinks away, hiding the hurt that he feels as continues to talk to you. "Earlier, when you left for work," another pause and a deep breath, "I went down after you after a few minutes to take the trash out, and I saw you dumping the food I made you for lunch at the dumpster." The guilt hits you like a freight train the moment you hear Minho's words, making you tear up as well as you watch his lips tremble.
He doesn't usually cry. In fact, you rarely see him cry. He's emotionally strong and it takes a little more effort to make him cry, so seeing him shed tears now means that you've hurt him a lot.
"I made that food for you, Y/n. I wanted you to eat that, but you just threw it away... why?"
You couldn't answer him, not that you have anything to say in the first place, but it's because you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth.
"I'm sorry, Min," you say softly, your hand reaching out to wipe the tears away from his face, but he jerks away from your touch, stepping away from you. "I need a breather," he says, looking away. "Minho..." you call out to him as you follow him, your own tears now falling. "Minho, please... let's talk about this."
He doesn't say anything else, not even sparing you a single glance as he exits the apartment, leaving you alone in the apartment.
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Minho needed space, and you fully understand that. It's not the first time he's done this too, so you knew what to do. But seeing how he reacted earlier makes you worry that maybe you've done something unsalvageable to your relationship.
You fell asleep waiting on the couch, camping under your blankets with the TV on. You didn't know how long he was out, all you knew was that you woke up with the feeling of him stroking your head to wake you. "Minho?" You call out to him, your voice still heavy with sleep, but you sober up the moment you see his face. He still looked upset, but that doesn't mean he's letting you sleep on the couch. "Come on, let's get you to bed," was the only thing he says before he starts to head for the bed. "Minho, wait." You call out to him, grabbing the hem of his shirt to stop him from walking. "Let's talk."
Minho looks at you and sees your pleading eyes, contemplating whether he wanted to hear you out. "Please?"
With a sigh, he reluctantly agrees with a nod of his head before taking a seat on the couch beside you. "I'm sorry," you start off, now sitting up. "I'm sorry I threw away the food you make me, and I can see how much that has hurt you," Minho says nothing, staying silent as he listens to what you have to say. "It's not that I don't like your food. God, I love it and you cook so well. It's just..." you bit your lip, your heart pounding against your chest. You can't stay dishonest to him like this. He's your boyfriend, he deserves to know what's going on.
"I... I skip lunch," you finally admit, and you see the way your boyfriend snaps his head to look at you. "I know I should have told you to not pack me lunch anymore or to just give the food away to my coworkers instead of being wasteful and throwing it away. But I can't, not when you look so happy cooking my meals. I know it's such a shitty excuse. You can get mad at me all you want. Scold me, get mad with me—"
"You skip meals?" You look at him, defeated, and nodded your head. "Why?" He asks, and you shrug, looking away from him in embarrassment. "Nothing is working," you tell him. "The workout and diet that I've been doing aren't working. I'm not losing any weight and every time I look in the mirror, I just look like I'm getting worse so I... I try skipping meals." Tears were already streaming down your face at this point as the guilt in your heart fully consumes you. "I-I'm sorry," you sob out, your hands trembling as you clutch the blankets. "I didn't want to tell you, but it looks like it's starting to affect you too and I-I didn't mean to hurt you this way—"
"Y/n," he calls out to you, taking your hand in his. "I'm here, love. Tell me what you need." The way he looks at you has you crying even more. His voice was gentle and his eyes hold genuine concern, making you guilty even more. You felt like you didn't deserve the kindness he was giving you after what you've done. "W-why are you like this? I'm the one who hurt you, you can't do this to me, you can't be so kind to me—" you cry out as you try to free your hands from Minho's grip, but he stops you, his arms now coming to wrap around your body. "It's okay, love. It's okay," he says, pulling you closer as he shushes your cries, his hand coming up to rub comforting circles on your back.
Minho always knew about your struggles when it comes to your body, he has known about it since day one and he's promised to help you get through it no matter what. You hid your struggles from him so well, he didn't realize what you were going through.
"I wish you told me sooner," he says when you've calmed down, your hiccups and sniffles muffled by his shirt. "I could have helped you, you know?"
"I know, I'm sorry," you tell him, your voice trembling a bit as you stop yourself from crying again. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me," he tells you, his hand still rubbing your back. "And I'm not mad at you, just so we're clear. I just wish you could have told me that you were struggling so we could have prevented these things to happen."
He pulls away from you to cup your face, cooing as you wipe away your tears. "I'm sorry," you hiccup, "I just got... desperate I guess? Everytime I look at the mirror and see me I just... I feel sick looking at myself." You sigh out, grabbing his wrists as you lean into his touch. "I just don't know how you could be with someone like me."
"Someone like you?"
You groan, your eyebrows knitted as you gestured to your body. "Someone like this, someone with my body. I mean, look at you, you look like you're sculpted by a god for crying out loud, and—" Minho silences your rambles with a kiss to your lips, effectively shutting you up. "There, all quiet." He says when he pulls away, a cheeky grin on his lips as he watches your face heat up. "Your body is beautiful," He says, his hands rubbing your sides. "You're beautiful, and in my eyes, that will never change. I understand that you want to lose weight, and you know what, that's totally fine, I support that. What I don't like is you skipping meals and then binge-eat after."
"C'mere," he says, pulling you to sit on his lap. "You're beautiful, remember that always. I love you and all of you, okay?" You simply nod, wiping away the new tears that seem to be endlessly streaming from your face. "Okay, that's my good girl, come here," he wraps his arms around you into a hug, making you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck. "Aigoo, aigoo, aigoo, the baby is crying," he teases you, his hand coming to pet your head, making you whine out a giggle, fresh tears escaping your eyes. "Shut up," you mutter, lightly hitting him, and making him chuckle.
"I love you," he sighs out, nuzzling further into you as he waits for you to calm down again. "I love you, too." You reply, playing with the strands of his hair from the back of his head.
"Come on, help me cook a midnight snack. I'm starving."
GENRE — smut, established relationship, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader
WARNINGS — smut, semi public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, name calling, dirty talk/sexual language
WORD COUNT — 528
SUMMARY — it’s laughably predictable, the way hongjoong stays up too late working in his studio and the way you come barging in with only one thing on your mind.
It seemed like the times you were the most desperate for your lover were also the times he decided to stay up late tucked away in his studio. It was inconveniencing, really, and you were quick to grow frustrated. He practically never returned calls or texts while he was working, leaving you to roll around in bed to try and sleep away the arousal that would begin to pool between your thighs.
It didn’t take long for you to spring out of bed and slip on a hoodie and some sweats and a pair of sneakers, mind already made up that you’d go to where he was to help settle your raging need. You knew he wouldn’t be too keen on you interrupting unexpectedly, but after trying and failing to satiate your desire with your hand — your vibrator’s battery died on you — you really didn’t give a damn. You were quite honestly thinking with your pussy.
And when you arrived, after walking the vacant halls to his studio, you wasted no time before weaseling your way into his lap. He knew instantly what you were after, and he tried his best to ignore you, but there was only so much of your pleas and ruts against his thigh that he could handle.
“Needy.” Hongjoong’s voice was low and clipped as he spoke in your ear. He curled his two fingers inside your wet heat. You moaned, face in the crook of his neck. “Needy slut.”
You whimpered. Your hips rolled over his lap as you yearned for more, desperation not satisfied with the agonizingly slow pace of his fingers. Your body jolted when you felt a sharp sting against your ass.
“I had to stop working to take care of you,” he started just as his hand soothed over your bum, “Because you’re too much of a whiny little brat who couldn’t wait until I got home. You’re going to take what I give you and you’re going to like it. Understand?”
You nodded. “Y-yes.” You buried your face further into his neck as he moved his fingers inside you. He was precise, and he knew your body, fingers brushing that sweet spot within you over and over. They glided in and out slowly, so achingly slow yet just enough to have your orgasm building. Your thighs trembled as you fought the urge to grind onto his hand. You were close. You just needed a little extra —
Hongjoong’s thumb rubbed your clit in a circular motion. Sparks of pleasure shot throughout your body. He smirked. “Cum for me. I know you want to.”
Your body responded to his command instantly. You were catapulted into euphoria, thighs shaking and release splattering onto his hand and lap. You couldn’t control the way your hips rocked as you rode out your high, and luckily he didn’t stop you. “Fuck…”
You yelped when you were suddenly sent flying backwards. Your ass landed on the cold desk and you looked at your boyfriend in confusion. He chuckled, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. You groaned when he knelt before you and latched his lips around your sensitive bud. You grasped his hair and cursed, pulling at his strands to get his attention. You cried out as he overstimulated you. “Too much! F-fuck!”
Hongjoong smirked up at you, tongue swirling around your mound of nerves. “Too much? Please, weren't you begging for me just a while ago? I’m just giving the needy slut what she wants.”
A loud, broken sob left your throat when he pinned your thighs down onto the table, leaving you no choice but to take every bit of sweet torture his tongue was dishing out.
His fingers dug into your skin. “Besides, I told you to take what I give you. Don’t tell me a needy little slut like you can’t handle it. I thought you wanted this? You came all the way here to my studio, so needy for me. Well here, you have me.”
Hongjoong delighted himself with your pussy, tongue plunging in and out, lips suckling at your clit, and fingers gripping your flesh tightly. He groaned into you every time you whined and pleaded, cock pulsing in his pants at every cry of his name.
Your thighs were sore from the way they strained against his grasp. You were so incredibly sensitive. You were needy and desperate for him and his touch and his pleasure, and now that he was giving it to you after what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, your body felt overwhelmed. It felt so good it hurt, the way his tongue flattened just right over your swollen sex. It was maddening and your next climax was gaining on you fast, your hands frantically grasping at the edge of the desk you sat upon to brace yourself. “Hongjoong!”
He heard your cry, and not even a moment later you were cumming on his tongue. His hands held your trembling thighs in place, keeping them from snapping shut around his head. Hongjoong continued to eat your wet pussy while your body shook above him, and he swore he could’ve busted just from the sight of your fucked out face alone. “Yeah, baby, it feels good, huh?”
You nodded while a raspy moan slipped from your lips. You watched him dive back in for more, and if it hadn’t been for his hold on you keeping you rooted to the desk, you would’ve flown away from the onslaught of agonizing pleasure. Your hand returned to his messy hair and pulled, earning a groan from him that sent vibrations straight through your core. “Hongjoong, it hurts!”
He chuckled. He pulled away from your sex for just a moment to admire how swollen and slippery it was. “Hurts so good, doesn’t it.”
Hongjoong didn’t let up for a while, and you were thankful it was so late at night and well passed the company hours, or else all of the staff would’ve heard him making a mess of you in his studio. The fog in your brain was thick and you barely even noticed him standing or removing his pants. The press of his cock against you snapped you back to reality, your body jolting when his tip teased at your entrance. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, enjoying the sight of the veins on his hand that were accentuated from his hand holding his cock.
He soothed the red marks left on your thigh with his free hand. He pushed just a little bit further into your heat. “I know a good little slut like you can take another orgasm, hm?” He pushed again. “Show me how good you take me,” he dipped his cock into you just a bit more and you whimpered. “Show me how needy you really are.”
Your back arched when he bottomed out in you with a single sharp thrust. He filled you up so good it had your brain short circuiting. “Fuck!”
Hongjoong leaned in to graze his lips against your ear. “Now go on, let me hear you scream. It’s after hours. It’s just me and you, baby.”
AUTHOR’S NOTES — this has been written for so long; in fact this was a piece i’d written and posted last year, back when i was still posting fics on instagram. since it’s been a hot minute since i’ve posted a fic and since i’m currently not quite able to mentally function enough due to this fever, i thought i would post this. please enjoy!!
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— One of the most dangerous beings to society was a new vampire. Filled with an uncontrollable lust for blood and a new strength that rivaled that of 100 men, they were the average human’s nightmare. But not for you. What was meant to be a normal summer ended up with you having to care for a new vampire that just couldn’t keep his teeth to himself.
genre: smut, fluff, very minor angst, some crack
warnings: blood, blood sucking, soobin cries during sex lmao, piv sex, unprotected sex, soobin is very rough, overstimulation, kind of enemies to lovers, wall sex, kitchen sex, soobin and (Y/N) aren’t rlly in their right minds when they fuck but it’s okay in the end, severe bloodlust (lord), soobin is a real cutie pie
words: 9.8k (not edited)
Your house was an old one. It settled into the grass on the plot of an old neighborhood full of people who were aged and their nosy cats. The house once belonged to your grandmother before she passed, leaving it in your name. You had been living in it for two years, now, and you were sure that you had unlocked every quirky little mystery this house hid. Secret rooms, locked doors, an attic full of Knick-knacks and pictures from over the years. You had eventually began to grow a connection to the house despite how creepy it may have seemed, especially at night. You'd ignore when the floor boards would creak and when the wind would sound too human-like. It was something you had to get used to, which was what you quickly learned.
The first day of your summer break had started, yet the house still groaned every night as if it were stuck in the middle of a brittle winter. It was like the house was alive and you knew it very well. You felt safe hidden in its walls and when you laid underneath its roof. Despite your family's history of witches and wizards, you kept your magic away from this house. Although it had magic riddled deep in its bones, you felt that maybe it needed a break. Maybe the creaking of the house was it finally being able to rest.
That's why it was such an anomaly when you woke up to the silence of the house. It was in the middle of the night, a time where you'd never suddenly wake up at. You didn't hear the voices of the wood or the creak of the foundation, and the darkness that seeped into the crack of your door was too silent for comfort. Something wasn't right. It was as if the house was alarming you of its discomfort.
You had the right mind to ignore whatever it was and to just go back to sleep, but the chill down your spine told you not to. You had to at least check and see if everything was alright. A burglar could've found their way into your house, in which ignoring it could be dangerous. Despite not wanting to use your magic, you felt a spark down your dominant arm, ready to end a poor souls life. But...that would cause much suspicion in the neighborhood. You needed something...human.
You slipped out of bed, your feet light on the wooded floors as you made your way to your closet, opening the doors and grabbing a bat that rested in the corner. With the bat held tightly in your hand, your wrapped your fingers around the edge of your bedroom door, slowly opening it to reveal more of the dark hallway. Although it didn't help, your held your eyes wide open as if to see through the darkness.
The house was still as silent as ever, and you gulped as you slowly made your way downstairs. So far, it didn't seem like anyone was inside of your house, but you remained careful.
Just as you had gotten to the last step, you heard a soft, but noticeable, creak of the wood floors. You froze, knowing for sure that it wasn't you. You knew deep down that it wasn't the sound of the house settling even further, and there was, in fact, someone in your house.
Have you forgotten to lock the front door?
You stood, frozen, as you tried to hear anymore sounds. Looking around in the darkness, you saw nothing but the silhouette of your furniture against the moonlight shining through the windows. You completely stepped down the stairs, head whipping back and forth, just so you wouldn't miss anything. Just as you were about the enter the kitchen in search of the intruder, you had caught eye of something unfamiliar. It was a new silhouette against your window, a tall and dark one. You couldn't tell what it was, due to the darkness, and because it was so still. But it couldnt have been a forgotten piece of furniture, no. You would've known what it was.
Near the top of the silhouette, you now noticed something peculiar. This silhouette was no piece of furniture. It was a person, and obviously not a normal one, because their eyes were glowing an eerie red.
Before you could even react, before you could even question it, the person had charged towards you with an unimaginable speed, and you found yourself in their arms. As romantic as it sounded, there was nothing romantic about the sudden sharp pain that you felt in your neck, as if you were being stabbed with a thousand needles. You couldn't even scream in pain, and you couldn't fight it.
You quickly grew light headed, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the perpetrator held you in their arms as you slowly began to lose consciousness, stumbling to the floor as everything went black.
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You feel as if you had flew back thirty minutes prior as you woke up in your bed to a silent house once again. The only difference was that there was a searing pain on the left side of your neck, keeping you from moving your head at all. Cringing in pain, you gently touched the wound there, seeing that dried blood was on your fingers.
"What the hell..." You whispered to yourself. Enough context clues could give you an idea to what had happened, but the rationality that grew with you since childhood disproved the fact that they're real. They, meaning...vampires. But how could a vampire get in your house? If they're like what the stories say, they need an invitation to enter other people's homes...
Due to how silent the house seemed, you guessed that they were still here. Ignoring the pain in your neck and the fear settling in your bones, you made your way out of bed. Then you stopped.
You were in bed? Did they put you here? Why wouldn't they just leave you downstairs on the floor? It was peculiar to say the least, and for some reason, it scared you even more.
Now, your bat wasn't in your closet, and you had nothing to protect yourself with. Walking out of the bedroom as quietly as you could, you looked over the banister of by the stairway, looking to the bottom of the stairs. It was still dark, so you could barely see anything, but you could see the gleam of metal at the bottom of the stairs, the neglected bat reflecting the moonlight.
You bit your lip, cringing once more at the throbbing pain on your neck. Shaking it off, you tiptoes down the stairs, being extra careful this time. The vampire was insanely quiet the first time you had come downstairs. Once you were at the bottom of the stairs, you bent don to grab the bat. You wondered if you'd be able to knock a vampire out...
Just as you were about to grab the bat, you heard a bang from inside the basement. You froze, listening out of you could hear more. You then heard rustling and other noises. They were definitely down there, doing something. You grabbed the bat, quickly moving as the rustling sounds got louder and more frantic. Due to the noise, you were able to move faster, the vampire most likely not able to hear you.
Once you were halfway down the steps, the vampire was finally in your sight. You had to bend down a bit to see what was going on, but you saw them.
It was a man, a tall one at that, who seemed to be rummaging in the boxes of junk you had sprawled about in the dark basement. You couldn't even fathom a reason for why he was doing it, much less on why he was doing it with so much fervor. You didn't want to stick around and find out why, so you tiptoed down the stairs, holding your bat with a tight grip. Keeping an eye on him, he didn't seem to notice that you were right behind him, neither did he notice you raising your bat.
Please let it be possible that vampires can be knocked out, you thought. With all of the strength you could muster up, you swung the bat down right on his head, no doubt strong enough to give anyone a major concussion. Immediately, he fell to the ground, as lifeless as he wouldn't be if he wasn't a vampire.
"Holy shit..." You breathed out, shoulders high and tense. Looking down at him, you noticed how young he looked, and in all honesty, he didn't look threatening at all. You felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he wasn't a vampire after all, and you might've just killed him.
Edging closer to the man, you bent down to see if he was breathing. He was completely still. That didn't tell you much, though, as he could be dead or...the undead.
Looking around the basement, you searched for somewhere to put him. You rarely went inside of the basement due to how cold and stuffy it was, and because it was unfinished.
The basement consisted of two rooms. The first is where your junk was, and the other was an empty room that you were too scared to go in. It was small and dark, and it's heavy door had an open lock on it and a barred window. It just felt...as if it was a prison cell.
Which was why it was the best place to drag the vampire into. Maybe you could keep him in there and question him on how the hell he got into your house, and at the same time, you could keep him at a safe distance from yourself.
He was much heavier than you thought he was, but you guessed that came from his height. He was still unconscious but you guessed that it wouldn't be for long.
You eventually dragged him into the room, and you quickly locked the door once you left. Looking into the window, he wasn't awake yet, thank goodness. For extra security, you put a spell on the door, hoping that it worked. Your magic was rusty, so you were unsure.
Despite the early morning hour and your tired eyes, you fought sleep, not wanting to succumb to it while there was danger in your house. Still, though, the pain from you neck didn't go away. You thought it wouldnt be too bad to go back up stairs for a second and patch it up so it didn't get infected. Looking once more through the window, you hurried upstairs to your bathroom, where your first aid kit was held. You cleaned and patched the wound up in record time so that you didn't stay too long from the vampire.
Once you were back in the basement, you looked through the bars of the window, but your heart stopped once you noticed that he was no longer in there. The room was empty, as far as you could see, since the corners were so dark that you didn't know what was there.
"Shit..." You whispered to yourself, shoulders tense as you were on edge again. Suddenly, two large hands grabbed the rusted metal bars from inside of the room and you screamed as his face had come into view like a jump scare.
"Get me out."
You backed up from the window as far as you could, going to the other side of the room. You didn't know why you were so scared, mainly because he was behind a locked door. You guessed that despite whatever vampire strength he had, he couldn't get himself out. Maybe the spell really did work. That should be enough to keep you safe.
He held onto the bars tightly, trying to wiggle them to see how strong they were and then he looked at you with finery red eyes.
"What are you doing? Let me out!" He frowned. "Why did you put me in here?"
"W-why are you in my house?" You asked him. He didn't say anything for a second.
"This...is your house?"
"Uh, yeah." You looked at him as if he had a problem, which...he technically did. Being a vampire was no normal thing. "I've been living here for the past two years."
"Oh." He said. "Well, if you let me out of here, I'll leave."
"No!" You said. "Not after you bit me. Besides, how do you even have access to my house? How did you get in?"
"T-through the door..." He said quietly. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" You were so confused right now. He didn't have the right to ask you questions while he was intruding in your house at this ungodly hour.
"Are you sure this is your house?" He asked you.
"What do you mean 'am I sure'?" You scoffed. "Who are you to be asking me these questions?"
"Look, the only reason I'm able to be here was because I was invited here." He said. "And you did not invite me. As a matter of fact, I do not know who you are."
"Well, shit, I don't know who you are either." You couldnt believe you were having this conversation with a vampire right now. There must've been something that you didn't know.
"Where is Elise?" He asked out of the blue. "Miss Elise. The nice witch lady."
"Elise?" Your eyes widened. "Elise (Y/L/N), the woman that lived here before me?"
"Yes, her." He said. "Did she move out?"
"Elise (Y/L/N) is my grandma, and she's been dead for two years."
"D-dead?" He stuttered, mouth agape. He loosened his grip on the bars and looked down at the floor. He muttered some words to himself, low enough that you couldn't hear.
"Are...you okay?" You asked him, suddenly feeling worried.
"Miss Elise...she told me to come back whenever I needed anything..."
Now you were definitely lost. This vampire somehow knew your grandma, and based of what he was saying, they were pretty well aquainted with each other.
"So, that's the reason you're here?" You asked him. He nodded. "Then why the fuck did you bite me!?"
"Bitch, I was hungry!" He yelled back, making you recoil. Did he just call you a bitch? "That's why I'm here, because I was hungry and I thought that Miss Elise would have some blood bags or something-"
"Why would my grandma have any blood bags?" You squinted your eyes at him.
"What? Did you really not know?" He asked, then sighed. "Miss Elise was my caregiver when I was younger. I didn't have parents...well...I did, but I didn't know them. So she took care of me. But I wasn't the only one. She took care of children that were vampires, and she always had blood bags for them. I wasn't a vampire at the time, so it didn't matter..." He paused. "I recently turned...like a week ago, and I'm still getting used to being a vampire. I thought that Miss Elise would help me out, but I guess that's not possible."
Now you felt sorry for him. Your grandma had never told the family about her caring for children, much less, vampires. She had always been a secretive lady, and she never invited people over, always being the visiting guest. You guessed that this was why.
"What's your name?" You asked him.
"Uh, S-Soobin. Choi Soobin."
"I'm (Y/N)." You said. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"
"No...not really." He said as if he was embarrassed. "I decided to drop out of college when I turned, so I can't go back on campus."
"You can stay here if you want." You didn't exactly feel sure about him staying here, but you felt so sorry for him. He didn't seem like a bad guy, and he had nowhere to go. This is where he once felt safe, so you shouldn't take that away from him. But...he was still a vampire. He was a threat to you. You were surprised that you weren't already dead from when he bit you. "But you'll have to stay in there for a bit...before I can trust you."
"What about when I'm hungry?" He asked.
"I'll figure that out."
"What about when I'm lonely?"
"Uh...I'll figure that out too."
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"You know this is illegal, right?" Your friend asked you, handing you the black duffel bag. She looked worried as she tugged on the bottom of her scrubs.
"I have a vampire in my basement, Sooyoung." You told her. "Crime is the least of my worries. Besides, I'm paying you. You could either keep the money, or give it to the hospital in exchange for the missing blood bags."
"I guess." She said. "I have to go. I can't be gone for too long."
"Okay." You gave her a smile. "I might be back for more, soon. I don't exactly know how this works." You gave her your goodbyes and went back inside your car, placing the duffel bag on the passenger seat. You unzipped it, looking inside to make sure everything was still alright. Inside of the duffel bag where numerous bags of fresh blood, hopefully enough to keep Soobin situated for a few weeks or so.
You drove back home quickly, still anxious about whether or not Soobin could escape from the room in the basement. Surprisingly, you weren't really afraid of the danger of him escaping, your were more afraid of him being gone. He scared you at first, but in all honesty, he seemed harmless. If your grandma raised him, then he had to be a good person.
"Soobin?" You quietly called out to him, having arrived back at your home. Walking don the basement, you heard nothing but silence, and your felt your heart rate spike up. You called out to him again, walking closer to the door. "I've got something for you."
Once again, he scared you, his hands aggressively coming up to the bars before showing his face. "What is it?" He asked, eyes wide. You held back the urge to scowl at him for scaring you, instead opening the bag and pulling out a bag of blood. He suddenly jiggled the bars on the door, as if he was a feral dog who saw meat for the first time in a while. "Give me that."
"Did my grandma never teach you to say please?" You scoffed, then carefully handed him the bag through the bars, just so he wouldnt rip your hand off. You watched as he tore the plastic open with his teeth, drinking as much blood as he could so it wouldn't spill.
"Do you have another one?" He asked, blood covering the lower half of his face, and eyes dark in lust for more.
"Yes, but I'm not giving you it." You said. "You would have been one if you didn't rip open the bag like that. There's literally a nozzle for steady blood flow."
"What? Why?" He whined. "You got them for me, right?"
"Duh," You scoffed. "But you've got to ration. I've got enough for two weeks if you take one a day."
"One a day?!" He exclaimed. "That's not nearly enough for me!"
"I think it's for your own good." You said. "You said you were only turned about a week ago, right? Well, you need o learn self control so that you don't go around biting people just because you feel a little bit of hunger."
"Are you saying that it was just a little bit of hunger when I bit you?" He scoffed. "You're so careless..."
"Look...I'm not my grandma, Soobin." You said. "First of all, you broke into my house. I know that I locked my doors. Second of all, you hurt me. My grandma may have trusted you, but I don't. You better be glad that you're still here."
He looked down, almost appearing like a hurt puppy. That was enough to show you that your grandma probably spoiled him to death.
"I'm putting these in my fridge." You said. "You won't get another one until tomorrow."
"Wait-" Soobin said and you raised your brows. "Can...can you warm it up before you give it to me? I don't really like cold bl-"
"No."
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"(Y/N)!" The faint sound of Soobin call in your name woke you up. "(Y/N)!!"
"What the fuck...?" You frowned, squinted eyes getting used to the sunlight.
"(Y/N)!!!!"
"Oh my fucking gosh." You quickly got up from your bed, putting on your slippers, and stumbling out of your room, barely able to walk in a straight line. You stomped your way down two flights of stairs until you were met with Soobin holding on to the bars again. "What?!"
"Hi." He greeted you. "It's tomorrow, right? I can't really tell since I've been locked in a basement of a dungeon with no light. But if it's tomorrow, can I have my blood bag. You promised you'd give it to me."
You looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. "You woke me up at 7 in the morning for a blood bag?"
"In my defense, I didn't know it was 7." He shrugged. "Also, I think I still have blood on my face. Can you wash it off?"
You were too tired to care about anything at this point. You released the spell on the door, unlocking it and opening it, but Soobin just stood there, eyes wide and shoulders high.
"A-are...you a witch?"
"No, it's just that my grandma, mom, and aunties are witches, but it skipped me of course." You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
"S-so, that m-means you could k-kill me?" He stuttered, still not budging.
"I try to refrain from using my magic." You said. "But I will use it if you don't take this chance to get out."
"Oh-" He stepped out as if he was scared to, keeping a good distance away from you. You walked up the stairs, still tired from waking up only ten minutes ago. You heard him follow you, steps surprisingly light for someone as tall as he was. He followed you to your kitchen where you wetted a rag under the tap.
"Stay still." You said as you grabbed his face and started to wipe the dried blood off. His blood—someone's blood—rushed to his ears, making them bright red. You fought the urge to laugh. Your face was only a few inches away from his, and he got this flustered from it?
Once you were done wiping his face clean, you rinsed off the rag and got a blood bag from the fridge, handing it to him.
"Can I wait until it's room temperature?" He asked.
"Do you really want to wait that long?" He replied.
"No." He said, then he took the bag.
"Remember not to rip it open and spill it." You said. "Especially not on these old floors, it'll soak right in."
"Oh...right." He said, twisting open the nozzle and drinking from there. You watched him down it in less than thirty seconds, his brows furrowed in concentration. After he was done, he set it down on the counter. "That was horrible. I told you I don't like cold blood."
"Would you like no blood?" You asked him. "Or would you like to be without a home again?"
"Nevermind..." He said.
"That's what I throught." You said. "It's time for you to go back-"
"Huh?" His eyes went wide. "You're putting me back there? That's inhumane!"
"I don't trust you enough to have you roaming around freely." You said.
"But it's not like I bit you while I was out." He whined. "I didn't do anything bad!"
"That's great, Soobin, but you have to understand." You said. "You don't have much self control, and I don't want to risk it. I'll see if I can trust you after a few more days, but for now, you have to go back."
"I understand." He said, looking dejected as ever. "Could I at least have a book while I'm locked away?"
"Sure." You said with a roll of your eyes. Yeah, you felt a bit sorry for him, but you'd feel sorry for yourself if you let him hurt you again. He could kill you at this point. You locked him back into the room, handing him a random book you had. "I'm going back to sleep. Don't wake me up again."
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A week had passed of Soobin being under your care, and although you thought it would be dangerous, it really wasn't. You didn't fear him biting you again, and he wasn't too out of control.
Because of this, you let him out more, only keeping him in the basement at night time. You did feel even more sorry about that. Vampires were active during the night, and slept during the day. Maybe you were being too hard on him.
It was reaching the early morning times when you stayed up with Soobin, playing a game with him like he requested. If he was living here, you might a well be on friendly terms with him.
"Stop buying each property you land on." You told him. "Have you never played monopoly before?"
"No." He said. "I grew up in a house with 12 other kids and an old lady, do you think we ever thought to play monopoly?"
"Oh, right." You said. "About that...did you ever meet any of the family? And where's all of the other kids you knew?"
"I only knew about Miss Elise." He said. "Everyone else is...somewhere, I guess. As we grew up, they kind of ignored me and went their own ways."
You nodded your head, humming. "How old are you, by the way?"
"26." He said, then laughed humorlessly. "Gonna be 26 forever." You tilted your head, confused. "That didnt sound happy. Do you not want to be a vampire?"
"Not really." He said. "When I got turned, I wanted to be, but now...not so much. I don't like having to drink blood and te uncontrollable urge to do so. I also used to sleep a lot, but now, I can't really sleep that much. And when I do sleep, I don't have dreams anymore. I'd does feel like I really dead. Being super fast and strong is cool, though."
"That's understandable." You nodded. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're doing good. For such a young vampire, you're controlling yourself very well."
"R-really?" He asked quietly, cheeks going red and a bashful smile appearing on his face.
"Really." You smiled back. "But, if you haven't noticed yet...you're bankrupt."
"Wha-"
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You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing rumbling coming from downstairs. This wasn't normal. You listened out for a few seconds, the rumbling stopping for a bit and then starting again. You felt anxious, almost as if it was the night you discovered Soobin for the first time. You got up from your bed, quietly stepping out and going downstairs. Before you even got to the first floor, you noticed the light from the fridge shining throughout the kitchen. Frowning, you went to explore.
Once you stepped into the kitchen, you saw the large body of Soobin in the fridge, and multiple empty blood bags scattered on the floor around him
"Soobin?" You called out to him, trying to keep your anger from bursting out of the seams. He froze, slowly turning around to see you there. "What are you doing?"
The half empty bag of blood dropped from his hands, spilling onto the floor. "(Y/N)...it's...it's not what it looks like-"
"Are you sure?" You tilted your head. "Because it looks like you're taking more than what I said you could take."
He looked everywhere but at you. "P-please don't get mad, I w-was just r-really hungry, and I c-couldn't control myself, I won't t-take anymore, I swear-"
"Do you know how much I go though to get those bags for you?" You asked him. "It's not an easy thing, Soobin."
"I know, and I'm sorry!" He said. "I really didn't mean to-"
You didn't want to hear another word of it, and you put a spell on him, watching him pass out immediately. You weren't as much angry as you were annoyed. You thought that he was doing perfectly and that you could trust him more, but you guessed that you were wrong.
Just like you did before, you dragged him down to the room in the basement, shutting and locking the door. You reversed your spell on him, and he woke up confused. Once he noticed where he was, he quickly got up and went to the window.
"(Y/N), why did you put me in here?" He frowned. "Let me out. You know I don't like it in here."
"Is that right? Well, I would've thought otherwise." You said. "I specifically told you that you could only have one blood bag a day. Don't act surprised that you're in there."
"But it was one mistake." He argued. "Didn't you say that I was doing good? Didn't you?"
"I said that because you were being good. This isn't just once mistake." You said. "Now that nearly all the blood bags are gone, you're not going to be able to have any for a while. You did this to yourself. And don't expect me to let you out, tomorrow." With that, you went back upstairs, ignoring Soobin's defeated whimper. You cleaned up the blood bags and the spilled blood, cursing to yourself because of the blood already seeping into the old wood. "Damn you, Soobin..."
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"My teeth hurt..." Soobin said to you the moment you walked down to the basement.
"Maybe they're sensitive from all that cold blood you consumed." You said.
"You're still mad about that?" He sighed. "That was two weeks ago. And I haven't had blood in a while since then, but look at me! I'm perfectly fine."
"Mhm, right." You said before dropping the black duffle bag full of blood down in front of the door. "Well let's see how much you can control yourself now. I'm not allowing you to touch these for another week."
"Another week?!" He repeated, baffled out of his mind.
"I thought you were perfectly fine." You pouted. "You can be perfectly fine or another week, right?" You unlocked and opened the door to the room, but he grabbed the bars, closing it on him.
"Don't let me out." He said. "Just keep me in here until the week is over."
"No, that defeats the whole purpose." You scoffed, opening the door again. "Come out, or it'll be two weeks."
That got him quick. He came out, fists by his side, trying not to look at the duffle bag. You stifled your laughter at his bewildered look. He was, in fact, not perfectly fine.
Once you both were upstairs, he sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes not once looking into the kitchen. You sat beside him, looking at him innocently.
"What's wrong, Soobin?" You asked him. "You seem...tense."
"Get away from me." He said. "I might suck your blood."
"No you wont." You laughed. "You're perfectly fine."
"I lied. I'm not perfectly fine." He said. "Just put me back in the dungeon, please."
"No. You've already had your punishment, and it's inhumane, right?" You smiled. "So here you are, out of the 'dungeon'. Ah, also, I think I might have something for your teeth hurting." You got up, retrieving this random piece of wood that had broken off one of your counter shelves. You were planning on fixing it a while ago, but procrastinating on that made you get used to it not being there anymore.
"...wood?" Soobin asked once you handed it to him.
"Yeah." You said. "I figured your teeth were hurting because you hadn't bitten into anything in a while. Maybe biting into that would help."
He looked at you confused, but nonetheless bit into the wood.
"Maybe it'll also distract you from the blood." You said, patting his shoulder. He turned to look at you slowly.
"I was distracted until you said that..."
"Oh...oops?"
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You didn't know what had gotten into you, but as you watched Soobin chew on the wood from the kitchen, you felt slightly endeared. He was watching TV, and he kept busy with the wood, chewing holes into every piece of it. You were glad he wasn't too worked up about the blood, but you worried about the rest of the day. You weren't planning to lock him in the basement this time, hoping that he had the self control to not rummage in the fridge again. It was a high expectation, hopefully one he could fulfill...
You found yourself smiling at him, not noticing how used to him you've gotten. He was very peculiar in the least, but you guessed that was mainly because of him being a vampire. You found yourself wondering what he was like when he was a human. It was weird to know that the two of you were always in such close proximity without knowing it. Maybe it was fate.
Soobin felt that your eyes were on him, and he turned to look at you, eyes wide. For some reason, lost in your daze, you hadn't exactly noticed how he was looking at you. All you noticed was his red eyes, and how they didn't seem so weird anymore. You snapped back into reality once he smiled at you, and you didn't even think to return the smile. Instead, you looked down at your hands, picking at your nails as if you were busy. Honestly, you were embarrassed to get caught looking at the handsome vampire with boyish charm.
Unknown to you, Soobin's smile dropped, feeling that he had been the reason for the extremely awkward exchange. He thought that maybe...something was happening. If you were embarrassed, he was even more so.
The exchange was forgotten hours later, when you sat next to him, your eyelids drooping. It wasn't even approaching nighttime, but you were already tired, your sleep pattern all over the place. Sometimes, Soobin stayed up with you during the day, and sometimes, you stayed up with him during the night. Weirdly enough, though, you newly discovered that you had acclimated to being awake during the night.
"Are you tired?" Soobin asked, and you jolted, fully awake from the sound of his soft, deep voice.
"No, no, I'm just...this channel is boring." You said.
"But I thought you liked those crime shows?" Soobin pouted, biting his wood and furrowing his eyebrows. "Are you sure you're not tired?"
You sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. "I'm a bit tired." You said, then you looked at him. He'd be fine on his own, right? "I'm going to bed." You got up and started your way towards the stairs, not expecting him to get up and follow you.
"Wait, r-really?" He asked, following you up the stairs.
"Yeah?" You looked at him confused. "Only for a few hours. It's summertime, anyways. I don't need to have the perfect sleep schedule."
"Oh...okay." He said, watching you get into your bed from your doorframe. He stood there awkwardly as you got comfortable. You then noticed his presence and you lifted a brow.
"...what are you doing?" You asked him.
"Uh...aren't you going to put me in the basement?" He asked.
"Why should I?"
"You're leaving me alone." He said. "I don't trust myself alone. Also...I'm tired, too."
"You need to learn to trust yourself." You sighed. "You can sleep on the couch or something, I'm sure you'll be fine."
"C-can I..." He paused, looking down at his hands. You patiently waited for him to resume. "Can I sleep in here? On your bed?"
"...huh?" You were caught off guard by the question.
"O-only for today." He said. "Just for extra precaution and everything. And the couch isn't really big enough for me."
You paused, thinking it over. He seemed to be controlling himself more, but you had to think about it. Sleeping downstairs where the cold blood bags are mere feet away from him, or sleeping in the same bed as you...technically a warm and fresh blood bag. Well, he hasn't been much of a danger to you ever since that day. You could trust him...right.
"I guess you can." You said.
"Really?" His eyes lit up.
"Yeah." You chuckled. "Stay a foot away from me, though. If you bite me, I'll have your head, understand?"
"Yep!" He said happily, as if he didnt just hear what you said. He ran over and jumped into your bed, making sure to be on the complete other end of the mattress. You rolled your eyes, but you were grateful. Looking at him once more, you fully laid down and closed your eyes.
"Only for a few hours." You told him again. "Wake me up if I've slept for more than five."
"Okay..." Soobin said, trying not to watch you doze off. He laid down stiffly on his back with his hands by his side. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker over to your sleeping figure, wondering how you had fallen asleep so fast. Even as a vampire, he still struggled with insomnia. The sunlight dripping from your closed curtains made it a bit harder for him to sleep. He couldn't sleep in total darkness, which he found weird and unusual. He sun made him tired but the moon made him wide awake. Sometimes, he wishes that he was normal again. That he was human.
You were human. A peculiar once, of course, due to the fact that you were a witch. It was even more peculiar that you rarely ever seemed to take advantage of that fact. You weren't a normal human, but you were able to act like one. You were able to eat good food, sleep once the moon was up, and breathe in fresh air every day. Soobin envied you. That's what he though it was. Envy. Though it never really dawned on him how thin the line was between envy and admiration. or the even thinner line between admiration and infatuation.
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A few days later, while you were sleeping, Soobin decided to stay up to watch a show that he'd been interested for a while now. He was a little on edge, due to the fact that he was alone downstairs, and he hadn't been in the basement in a while. He found himself looking at the kitchen multiple times, distracted from his show that he swore he liked.
Getting up slowly, he walked over into the kitchen, right in front of the refrigerator. His eyes glowed into a deeper red, and he felt his canines start to sharpen in need for blood. He slowly put his hand on the handle on the fridge, but he froze. He was fighting a battle within himself. He knew that if he opened the door and saw the blood bags sitting there, he wouldn't be able to help himself. And that was wrong. You'd wake up, see him in a frenzy again, and then the both of you would have to start from square one again, and he didn't want that. You were gaining his trust, and he was able to get closer to you because of that.
He quickly took his hand off of the handle, muscles flexing with resistance. He then noticed his piece of wood sitting on the counter, almost as if it was waiting for him. He grabbed the piece of wood with fervor, biting into it with his sharpened canines. He walked back to the couch, furiously biting into the wood to calm down. Weirdly enough, this worked for him. It soothed the pain of unfulfilled bloodlust, even if it was for a short time.
After a bit had past, and he had calmed down, he noticed how tired he had gotten. Watching TV for so long made him tired, and he wondered if you were still sound asleep. Leaving the piece of wood on the coffee table, he made his way upstairs and into your room.
Silently peeking in, he noticed that you indeed were still asleep. A few days ago was supposed to be the only day he'd sleep in the same bed as you, but since then, you didn't seem to mind him doing it again, and yet again. So, he climbed into bed next to you, careful not to wake you up, but you were so deep in sleep that he didn't think it would be a problem.
Like usual, he stared at your sleeping form even though he was quite tired. He really couldn't help himself. You looked so peaceful and carefree, as if your trust in him was much more than he thought.
"(Y/N)..." He whispered. "You won't know...but I almost broke your trust. I almost lost control. I really wanted blood today, but I stopped myself. You might get mad at me for that, but what matters is that I gained control back, right? I did good, right? I'd imagine you'd say yes..." He sighed. He liked when you were proud of him. It was like a present. Every time he did something good, he found it to be the best part of his day to see you smile. Those lips that were usually set in a straight line or even frowning, he began to appreciate the rarity in which you'd genuinely smile. That thought prompted him to stare at your lips. They were slightly parted as you slept, relaxed and plump, perfect, as if they've never been injured or bit.
He didn't notice as he started to lean closer to you, as he was too mesmerized by your sleeping beauty. There was something so comforting about the warmth radiating off of your body that drew him closer to you, until his face hovered over yours. Even if you were awake with just your eyes closed, you wouldn't even be able to feel how just close he was to you. But you would be able to feel his cold lips softly pressing into yours.
And that you did feel.
But you didn't open your eyes. You didn't tell Soobin that you were awake. You embraced his lips on yours for a couple seconds more before he pulled away.
Soobin couldnt believe it. He couldn't believe that he had just done that. That as inappropriate. It was wrong. But...it felt good. It warmed him up some, it made him feel alive again. In more search for your warmth, he hesitatingly wrapped his arm around your side, pulling you closer to him in a close embrace. He didn't care if you woke up at this moment. You'd either push him away or stay where you were. It didn't matter.
He nuzzled his head into your neck, feeling all of the warmth you had to offer. This was better than any of those cold blood bags. Although he could hear your blood rushing through you, it didn't set him off. What he craved wasn't blood. It was to feel human again. And being this close to you was the closest to that than he would ever be.
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You checked the refrigerator, seeing that there was still the same amount of blood bags in there that there was before. Soobin must've really headed your warnings. You felt a bit sorry for him. He was more tired nowadays, more sluggish and not as energetic as he was before. Sure, this arrangement wasn't healthy, but it sure did teach him some self control. He only had one more day until he'd be able to finally feed, but you thought that you'd give him a present for holding out for so long.
"Soobin?" You called out to him, seeing that he was still on the couch, where he had been since the day started.
"Hm?" He hummed, not even looking at you. You smiled, going over to sit next to him. He was lazily chewing on his wood, glassy eyes looking at the TV.
"Y'know...you've been holding out really well, so far." You told him. "You only have one more day. You've been doing really good."
He turned to look at you. "Really?" He asked, eyes brightening up a little.
"Really." You nodded with a smile, and he lazily smiled back. "So, I've decided to give you a little present."
"A present? What is it?" He asked curiously, words muffled by the fact that he was still chewing the corner of the wood
"Guess." You told him, feeling a bit mischievous. "I'll give you a hint. It's almost like...I'm returning it back to you."
"Hm?" He tilted his head to the side. "I've never given you anything, though? Or have I?" He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
You rolled your eyes. "Don't think too hard, Soobin, you'll pass out."
"But I really can't think of anything?" He said. "Can you just give me it? I'm not good at this guessing game..."
"Jesus, Soobin..." You sighed, moving the wood out of his mouth. You leaned towards him, softly kidding him just like he did that night. He froze in surprise, enough to not be able to kiss you back. "Do you remember now?" You asked him, smirking at his expression.
"Y-you knew?" He asked after a few seconds.
"Yeah." You shrugged. "I was awake."
"A-and you were awake when I...I-"
"Yes, Soobin." You laughed. "Don't be so flustered. If I had a problem with it, I would've told you right away. And I definitely wouldn't have kissed you just now."
"Oh..." He chuckled nervously, and you swore he would've been blushing, but you guessed that he couldnt, as he had gone without blood for so long. "C-can you maybe do it again?" He asked.
You responded with another kiss, one that he had returned this time, except for more fervor. It was like he was waiting to kiss you again, dreaming about your lips on his. Did this mean…that you felt the same? Were you as infatuated with him as he was to you? He doubted that it was possible. All without you knowing, he might’ve fallen in love. Fallen in love with a witch, one that he was always in close proximity of. Always right around the corner but never at the same one. It only had to be fate that brought you two together.
“I really like you, (Y/N).” Soobin blurted out once you two parted.
“Do you mean that?” You asked him, slight insecurity peeking out from your otherwise hard shell. “I doubt you’ve met very much people in your life.”
“But I have.” He frowned. “And I like you. Only you. Do you…do you not feel the same? Am I m-mistaken?”
“No, Soobin, it’s not that.” You were quick to reassure him. “I do feel the same…just…don’t make me say it.” You laughed awkwardly. “Just know that I feel the same.”
“You’re not joking, right?”
“No, you fucking idiot.” You said sweetly, patting his face. “Now stop looking at me as if you like me, it’s making me nervous.”
“Really?” He giggled, eyes turning into crescent moons, looking at you as if he was even more in love.
He couldn’t understand just how much you distracted him from his bloodlust. He felt like he had the control of a 1000 year old vampire when you were there. You must’ve put a spell on him. Maybe even a few spells…
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Soobin felt as if it was his birthday. He has held out for so long, and now was finally the day that he’d be able to drink from the blood bags again. He swore he hated the cold, unfresh blood before, but now, he was craving it.
Yet…he wasn’t going to get any until you’d tell him he could. He didn’t want to mess up again, so he was extra careful.
You knew exactly what was going on, and just to be mischievous, you acted as if you forgot about it for the whole day. It was evil, yes, but what you had for him would be worth much more than a lousy blood bag.
It was by the time night fell when Soobin finally spoke up.
“(Y/N)…” He called to you. “Did you forget?”
“Hm? Forget what?” You asked him, acting as if you knew nothing.
“Yesterday was the last day.” He said. “I can drink blood bags, now.”
“Oh- is that so?” You acted surprised. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You could’ve gotten one hours ago!”
“Seriously?” He said in disbelief. Although he was pissed he didn’t say something earlier, he was still happy that he could finally have at it. He all but ran to the fridge, opening it and then grabbing a blood bag out of it.
“Wait!” You said, snatching the bag from him.
“Huh? Why?” He whined, pouting as if he was going to cry.
“I also forgot to tell you another thing.” You said. “You know how I gave you a present yesterday, right?” You asked, placing the blood bag behind you on the counter, seeing his eyes on it.
“Yeah…”
“Well, I have another present for you!”
“Is it a kiss?” He asked. “If I kiss you, will you give me the bag?”
“Hey, don’t act like I’m the one who’s begging for kissed all the time.” You scoffed. “But, no, that’s not the present. And you’re not getting the blood bag.”
“What do you mean?” He frowned. “I thought you said I was doing good!”
“And you are! Which is why I prepared something even better!” You said and he looked at you in confusion. “Me!”
He blinked a few times, looking from your eyes to your neck and then again. “You don’t mean…”
“I do mean.” You said.
“But…but I could really hurt you!” He said. “You could even die if I go overboard!”
“Soobin…I know all of the possibilities.” You said, putting your hands on his shoulders. “That’s why I put a little spell on myself. Let’s just say that I won’t be able to die for the next 24 hours. So?” You bared your neck at him.
“A-are you sure?” He asked. “Are you sure the spell worked?”
“Nope.” You shrugged. “But I trust, you Soobin. I know you won’t kill me.”
He gulped, dark red eyes honing into the beating vein on the left side of your neck. He hesitantly bent down, nose to your neck as he took a big whiff of your sweet blood. He shut his eyes, fighting off the instinct to groan at just how good you smelled.
“Are you really sure?” He asked.
“Yes, Soobin.” You chuckled, pulling him closer to you to that your chests were touching, and Soobin grasped onto your hips so he wouldn’t lose his balance and fall onto you.
With one more seconds of hesitation, he bit into your neck with his sharp fangs, and you felt a sharp pain. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter as you tried to distract yourself from the pain.
He couldn’t stop the moans of satisfaction at the magnificent taste of your blood, and you graudally noticed that something felt weird.
You still felt the pain on the bite, but Soobin’s demeanor changed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it too much. His hands were grabby, not only on your hips, but in your waist and your bottom, and you gasped in surprise.
You started to notice what was going on when you felt how hard he was, his bulge pushing into your stomach.
“S-Soobin?” You breathed out, feeling light headed. He moaned, suddenly grinding his lower half into you. He then retracted his fangs, looking at you with wide, lust blown eyes, your blood dribbling down his chin.
“(Y/N), I’m s-sorry-“ He whined, placing you on the counter and rutting himself into you. “I’m so sorry, I-I don’t mean, to, I c-can’t help it-“ He broke out into an erotic moan, and despite out lightheaded and out of it you were, it aroused you to no end.
“It’s okay S-Soobin…” You said quietly, breathing harshly with each rough grind into you. You didn’t know that he could get this worked up from his own bloodlust, but you weren’t complaining. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that there were too many clothes separating the both of you, but you didn’t think neither of you were in the right minds to seperate and take each article off.
“Can I be inside of you?” Soobin asked in between harsh breaths. “Please, please, please, I want to so bad-“ It was almost as if he was in pain, rutting into you so hard that you bounced on the counter each time.
You nodded your head aggressively, opening your legs wider for him. You were wearing black leggings, and you thought that they’d be quick and easy to take off, but Soobin stead decided to rip them down the middle, doing so with ease.
“Soobin…!”
“S-sorry!” He apologized over and over again, even as he released his cock from its confines, holding the thick base in between a shaky fist. He moved your panties to the side and slid in with one thrust. The both of you whined loudly at that, and he couldn’t wait any further before he started pounding into you with fervor. You heard the sound of your wet heat, but you didn’t care, mouth agape in a silent scream as he pounded into you with no remorse.
Well…some remorse. He couldn’t stop apologizing as he fucked into you, begging for you to forgive him for being so dirty and succumbing uncontrollable urges.
You yelped as he picked you up from the counter, holding you in his arms as he dropped you on his cock over and over.
“Fuck!” You cursed. “M-more, more-“ You chanted, feeling his cock deep inside of you. You saw tears start to slide down his cheeks and he cried with pleasure. You clenched around him, wanting to see him unravel even more, which made him fuck you on his cock even faster, using you like a rag doll. His vampire strength had kicked in once he drank your sweet blood, something that he was afraid he’d get addicted on since he tasted you for the first time.
He was addicted to your warmth, your lips, your blood, and especially the way your pussy just sucked him in, holding tight and never letting go
“F-fuck, baby, I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy convulsing around his cock and making him go crazy. You came around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He nearly slammed you into a wall, fucking you roughly, the slick from your cum making it easier to slide in and out of you.
You were extremely overstimulated, your abused pussy needing a break, but Soobin couldn’t stop. He let out nearly pprnographic moans as he fucked you through yet another orgasm, not even noticing exactly what you were going through.
You just had to sit there, wedged between his chilled body and the wall, taking just what he needed to give you.
“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-“ He whined, more tears spilling out of his eyes. You were out of it, dazed and cock drunk. “I’m gonna cum— ah!” He mewled out as he finally came, stilling inside of you as he filled you up. His legs shook as he shut his eyes tightly in pleasure.
After he finally calmed down, it was as if he returned to his senses. He quickly pulled out, immediately apologizing as you winced. He gently put you down, but your knees buckled, almost dropping to the floor, yet he caught you.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-“ He said, putting his softening member back in his pants. “I can’t believe I just did that to you, I really didn’t mean to, are you okay? You can lock me in the basement for a while, I won’t get mad, I deserve it-“
“Soobin, I’m fine.” You said to him, holding onto him tightly al you wouldn’t fall. You were still a bit lightheaded, but you were able to reassure him. “I didn’t expect it, but I’m really okay.”
“You shouldn’t have let me drink from you.” He said, tears still falling. “I’ve ruined everything x how could I get so out of-“
You interrupted him with a kiss to shut him up.
“Listen, baby…” You said softly, the pet name making him calm down a bit. “You did nothing wrong. At all. I am more than fine. In fact…I really liked it.”
You watched as his ears got red. “Y-you liked…that? Did I not hurt you?”
You shook your head with a chuckle. “No. In fact…you made me feel really…really good.” You smiled, making him get even more flustered. “I’m just kind of tired. As good as you made me feel, you wore me the hell out.”
“I can carry you to your bed.” Soobin said, quick to pick you up. she then noticed your ripped leggings and destroyed panties. He gulped, feeling even more sorry. “And I can help you change into clothes that aren’t ripped…”
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“S-stop tempting me…” Soobin said quietly as the two of you laid with each other in bed. Your earlier activities were…eventful, but you never let up your teasing.
“Who knew that vamp Soobin had such a snake in his pants, huh?” You giggled.
“Stop~” He whined, covering his face.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy nearly ripping me in half.” You poked his waist.
“I n-never said I didn’t, but…” He paused. “Don’t ask me to drink your blood again. I’ll get too out of control, a-and if we ever, uh, do things like what we just did, I’d rather us both be in control of ourselves.”
“I kind of liked you being so unhinged, but…we’ll keep that to a minimum. For your sake of course.” You said.
“Good.”
“But at least we’ve got the hunger part under control.” You said. “Now, it’s time to teach you not to fuck my brains out whenever you have my blood. Are you up for that challenge?”
“A-another one?”
You nodded wth a devious smile. He was your vampire, now, and what better way to take care of him than to teach him how to control himself? There was one way to go, and many, many more ways left from here.
“do you have the hots for yunho, (y/n)?” that question had you frozen on the spot, hand under the running water with a plate in it.
you were currently doing the dishes after you and your husband, mingi, had finished eating dinner. mingi was behind you, leaning on the kitchen island, arms crossed over his broad chest. you felt his stare on the back of your head, burning through your skull.
“be honest,” he spoke again, a lot softer than before, “i won’t be mad.”
you turned off the faucet and twisted around to face your husband. he looked awfully relaxed, as if he was asking what you have planned for dinner tomorrow. your jaw stuttered as you tried to come up with an answer. because as much as you would deny it, mingi’s suspicions were right. you definitely had the hots for his best friend. “i mean, he is attractive,” you answered after mingi gave you a reassuring nod. “but nothing more than that.”
“are you sure?” his voice was deeper than usual, as if he was expecting a different answer from you. you hesitantly nodded, eyes wide and curious.
where was this coming from? why did he ask this all of a sudden? as much as you find his friend hot, you wouldn’t fuck him behind mingi’s back. or, that’s what you told yourself.
“if you ever decide to fuck him, i won’t be mad. just tell me.” with that, he kissed you and walked to the living room. leaving you flustered in the kitchen.
as soon as yunho left the bedroom, your bedroom that you shared with your husband, you jumped up to pick up the scattered clothes on the ground, pulling on anything your hands could find. panic started to arise as you heard loud laughing and heavy steps approaching the bedroom door. just as you were pulling up the sweatpants you picked up from the ground, that were obviously yunho’s, the door opened. there stood your husband, who was dressed in a white dress-shirt and beige dress-pants, the tie that was matching his pants pulled loose around his neck and glasses low on his nose, with a very naked yunho next to him.
tears started to pool in your eyes, waiting to be shed, as mingi shook his head with a knowing smirk on his face. he took slow steps towards your form, eyes never falling from you. “my, my (y/n),” his voice was deep and taunting, a hand reaching for your cheek. you didn’t realize the tears were already flowing down the rounds of your cheeks as mingi swiped his thumb over the wet skin. “look at you,” he cooed, other hand finding purchase on your hip that was covered by yunho’s sweatpants as he continued, “so fucked out by yunnie.” it felt like he was mocking you, more shame overtaking your thoughts.
you finally found it in yourself to speak, “you aren’t mad?” your voice was quiet, too ashamed to look your husband in the eyes, rather looking at the tip of his beautiful nose. mingi just laughed wholeheartedly at your question, the noise coming from deep within his chest, leaving you even more confused but a tiny bit relieved.
“how could i be mad at you?” mingi’s smile never left his lips as he looked at your tear stained face. your eyes moved to land on yunho, who was sitting on the bed in his naked glory, a smirk painted on his lips. they were still red and swollen from the kissing you did before your husband came home. but that didn’t mean yours weren’t as bad his. “do you want to show me what you did with my yunnie?” you tore your gaze from yunho to look at mingi with wide, glassy eyes. you didn’t expect him to be so straight forward, but the shivers that ran down to your cunt made you nod hesitantly.
“words, darling.”
“yes,” you paused, “yes, i want to show you.”
and now, here you were, on your knees with yunho behind you, mercilessly thrusting into your sopping cunt while you were messily sucking off your husband. his pants were pushed to his mid-thighs and his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging loosely around his shoulders. tie long forgotten somewhere in the room.
you pulled off mingi, gasping for desperately needed air. now your hand was moving along your husband’s length, not wanting to completely rob him of the pleasure. it was getting hard to hold the same rhythm with the way you got closer to your orgasm. the knot in your abdomen tightening, ready to burst any second now.
a choked moan left your glossy lips, slick with your drool, as yunho abused the spot that has you seeing stars. at this point, your hand that was wrapped around mingi stopped, making him put his own hand over yours and continue jerking himself off. “i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum,” the words left you in short gasps, eyes pinched shut as your chin met your chest.
“look at me,” came from above you. recognizing the voice, you looked up with big doe-eyes, tears wetting your hot cheeks. “open,” mingi heaved, his free hand finding purchase on your jaw, index and middle finger pressing on your lower lip. you didn’t have to get told twice, opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out. without a warning, white spurts of cum painted your tongue and chin, dripping onto the already soiled sheets. this made you shiver and clench around yunho’s cock, pulling a choked moan out of him. he was awfully close too.
while your mouth was still open, mingi let a glob of spit land into it. and with a light nudge of his fingers, he closed your mouth, holding it shut. “swallow,” he demanded, eyes dark and expecting. your eyes rolled back into your skull as a strangled whimper resounded through your chest, doing as told.
yunho’s thrusts started getting sloppier and out of rhythm, his indicator for his approaching orgasm. his fingers found purchase on your sensitive clit, rubbing it in tight circles. the added stimulation pushed you over the edge into blinding pleasure. you came with a drawn-out moan, legs shaking. this was yunho’s cue, and he came right after you, fucking his cum into you.
you grabbed mingi’s forearms as exhaustion overtook your senses. “my (y/n),” he cooed, hands grabbing your face. “my wife.” he laid soft kisses onto your hot cheeks, pulling you into an embrace. “my pretty, little wife.”
pairing: ENHYPEN hyung line x gn!reader (established relationship)
genre: fluff & slice of life // warnings: none // WC:~2.24k
summary: as the title suggests nap time with hyung line!
note: I hope you enjoy this as & that it reminds you that rest is just as important work.
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Heeseung
Nap time with Heeseung is mix of comfort and chaotic-ness. He loves cuddling with you which is no surprise. Something tells me before you two actually nap, he’s probably on his phone playing a game. Trying his best not to disturb you as you give into your tiredness.
Let’s be honest though, he isn’t the best at being quiet for too long. He’s cheering as he passes this level of the game he’s been grinding on for god knows how long. With that being said though, you’ll pat his chest softly as a reminder that he needs to be more quiet. Muttering a sorry to you and goes back to his game.
Did I mention, he loves having you lay on his chest? It makes him feels all warm and that he can protect you from things. A somewhat foolish belief but it helps him feel better. If there’s one thing he can do for you, it’s making sure you get rest when you need it. Y’all are both hard-workers, so it’s quite easy for you two to get so lost in the zone leaving no time to actually sit down & live life.
Before he joins you in dreamland, he’ll pepper your face with kisses. To the best of his ability, he’ll also try to bring the blanket closer to cover you - wanting to make sure you don’t get to cold. Somehow throughout the nap time, you get off of Heeseung’s chest and end up next to him. But whenever he feels like you’re the tiniest bit too far away from him, he brings you in closer.
In the case that he wakes up before you and realizes that it’s now dinnertime. Instead of waking you up gently, Heeseung decides to jump on the bed and shake you awake. Besides at this point in y’all’s relationship, he knows that you’d sleep through the gentle shaking or nudging. He unfortunately has been left with no choice but to wake you up as a child would. Not going to lie though, he sometimes enjoys it.
When your eyes finally flutter open to be met with Heeseung’s eyes glaring at you, you try not to scream. Lightly hitting him and asking what time it is. Only for you to hear what time it is and hitting again with “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?? Now I’m not going to sleep tonight”. This always end up with him shrugging and telling you that he did try. Don’t worry, you end up apologizing as always and Heeseung knows you mean well. Sleeping at night with him is just as easy as it for both of you during nap time. Sure it might take a little longer but before you know it, the sun is already starting to rise when you wake up.
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Jay
Oh boy. You know damn well this boy naps so much. Anywhere and anytime. So nap time with him is literally the dream. Nothing but comfort and coziness with Jay.
He loves you and naps so to him this is a major win. I feel like he’d be the one to just join you as you’re already napping. His schedule was short one today and decided to visit you. Calling your name trying to see where you are. Jay is slightly worried that you’re in danger until his eyes are greeted with your napping form.
A sigh of relief coming out of him. Before he slips in between the sheets to nap with you, he gives you a forehead kiss. Jay knows that when you nap, you’re a deep sleeper so kissing you won’t wake you up. It is really a blessing and curse with you being a deep sleeper. A blessing because if he accidentally makes a noise or two, you won’t kill him for it. A curse because if someone were to enter your apartment while you were napping, god knows what the heck could happen.
Anyhow, he’ll big spoon you and together you nap. Even when the days are warm and the sun is shining, the warmth between you two isn’t ever too hot. Jay loves napping with you because it puts him at ease knowing that you & him get to rest. The life of being an idol and the life of being a full-time student surely is restless. Nonetheless, y’all somehow make it look effortless. What a power couple!
Waking up together after a good nap is one of the best feelings in the world. It’s a tiny glimpse of the possible future that awaits you two. You move your body to face Jay’s face. His face is resting until he takes notice of your presence. Only then does his face turn into a smile and in turn makes you smile and now you guys are looking at each other like idiots in love....which is accurate.
It’s almost impossible for you two to get out of bed to make dinner. The bed and vibes are so comfy. That is until one of y’all’s stomaches cries out of hunger. When hearing that, suddenly for Jay getting out of bed is the easiest thing to do. Grabbing ahold of your hands to get you out of bed too.
“I can’t let my baby be hungry! Come on, let’s go make dinner togetherrrr. I forgot to mention that I got the ingredients to make your favorite tonight” He cheerily said & just like that, you’re up and out of bed as well.
Giving a him a quick peck and whispering “How in the world did I ever get so lucky with you?”
A cheeky smile appears on his face and the rest of the night takes place in the kitchen. Cooking up a storm together and admiring the dish afterwards.
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Jake
Oddly enough I feel like he doesn’t take a lot of naps. He’s very energetic and runs on whatever he’s on. But that’s not to say that he occasionally take naps. I’m a firm believer that even if you say you hate naps, you still take them from time to time. Anyway, he would be have to be really tired to nap with you. Coming home from interviews and his schedule, he’s finally able to visit you.
Not knowing where you’d be once announcing that he was home, checking everywhere until he reaches the bedroom. At this point in y’all’s relationship, he shouldn’t be too surprised that you’re napping. While he was following his schedule, you were at university attending classes and studying. It tires you out and napping is a way for you to get your energy boost before returning to your daily routine.
He actually passed by you and somehow missed your napping form on the couch. When he spots you, he fights the urge not to take a photo of you because he thinks you look so freaking cute. Let’s be honest, he probably does snap a photo or two to add it to his collection. It’s embarrassing to know that there is indeed a collection of photos of sleepy you in his phone. Manz cannot help it. He takes pride in it though because when he’s missing you, he’ll look at them.
Back to the imagine, he’ll carry you over to the bed that way both of you can nap together. Tucking you in before he settles in the bed as well. Jake softly mutters to you, even though you won’t hear him, something along the lines of “I’m proud of you” or “Your hard work gives me strength”. It puts him at ease knowing that he got to sprinkle in some positive affirmations before falling and landing into dreamland. Jake knows how much you value words of affirmation and that someone actually cares about the work you do.
To you, it serves as another reminder that love isn’t only a word, it is also actions or comes in another form of actions. It is one thing to say it, I love you, but an entire other thing for it to be shown.
When you two awake from the much needed nap, you wake up confused on where you are until you take notice of the room and conclude that he likely have moved you into the bed. Besides that piece of evidence, Jake’s arm were enveloped around your body. Another big spooner in ENHYPEN. He claims that it helps him sleep better, even as you roll your eyes after hearing that, you still scoot in so that there is no longer any empty space separating you two.
By the time y’all actually get out of bed to make dinner, night has fallen upon the bright day that was there before the nap was taken. That must have been one hell of a nap for you guys to have napped that longs. Head scratches and sounds of sigh are exchanged. When Jake observes that this revelation takes a slight toll on your attitude, he does his best to distract you from it. To him, this isn’t something that should be dwelled upon. You should be able to rest when you’re tired instead of ignoring the clear signs of exhaustion.
So he makes it mission, to make the rest of tonight a good one. Jake orders y’all’s favorite foods and spends the night relaxing with you. Jake even lets you pick a movie to watch & low and behold, it’s one of your comfort movies. He has the biggest smug look plastered on his face because his mission was successful while y’all watch it.
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Sunghoon
Very similar to Jake, I don’t think he takes a lot of naps. Only when the fatigue gets the best of him and is in desperate need of a recharge.
Howeverrrr, when you do nap with him, it’s one of the best naps. You’d be on your phone or reading a book while your legs are draped over his. The evening sunlight is working with the A/C is blowing cool enough to make the atmosphere perfect for an afternoon nap.
You tell yourself that it’d be a shame if you didn’t just rest your eyes for 5 minutes - which of course leads to a full on siesta (siesta means afternoon nap. it’s one of my favorite words!). Sunghoon, on the other hand, is in charge of playing the music as he scrolls through social media apps.
Letting the media consume his undivided attention, all up till the moment he doesn’t hear an answer from you. He was going to ask you if these pictures were worth posting or not. Shifting his phone away from his face, he gets a clear picture of what just happened.
While it’s not the most comfortable position to be in, he finds himself taking in your facial features. Sunghoon wonders how long you’ve had that there and why you’re so beautiful. As mentioned before, the sun is shining and brushes your face as if it your face is nature’s canvas. It really does a number on highlighting your gorgeousness.
Thinking to him, wow. I’m really dating someone who just takes my breath away. I must have done something grand in my past life to have them. Their existence brings so much joy in my life, I hope they know that I love them and that they never get tired of me. Sigh, they really got me talking all of this sappy stuff to myself. Only for him to quietly laughing to himself.
With those thoughts swimming around in his pretty little head, he starts to dream about all of the experiences and fun dates, he wants to take you on. Slowly but surely, Sunghoon’s imagination gets the best of him and those ideas welcome him as he dozes off. Ever so often, he’d smile and anyone could tell that he was clearly having a happy dream.
You wake up first and stretch a bit. Trying to find out what time it is and all of that jazz. Getting up and out of bed wasn’t too hard. For some reason, it almost slipped your mind that you were with Sunghoon. You looked up from the where you previously were and gushed at the sight of him. He truly looked like he was having the nap of his life. It made you wonder about how tired he had to have been to give into napping, but then again. They were preparing for a comeback so their schedule was packed.
You didn’t want to wake up and went to grab a cup of water. Walking back to the room, Hoon is wiping his eyes awake. He calls to you and asks why didn’t you wake me up with his slightly raspy voice. (I’m ngl, I’d probably die if I heard that). Only for you to respond with a shaking of your head no and “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked like you were in need of that nap more than me. Are you sure, you’re getting enough rest at night, baby?” asking with a concerned face.
“Don’t worry about me. I promise, I am. The full schedules must have made me weary enough for me to knock out like that.”
He takes your cup & sips from it and kisses you on the cheek. Sunghoon begins to make his way to the kitchen and beckons you to follow. The rest of the day is spent cuddled up against in each other talking about everything and anything.
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- rating / genre: G / fluff, angst, friends to lovers
- word count: 2.8k
- warnings: bad writing 🤡, eating scenes throughout, slight emotional constipation from everyone, mention of anxiety throughout, mentions feeling abandoned, heartbreak and then everything works out lol, kissing
- note: this moves kinda fast since it is a one shot for a specific person lol. this is also loosely inspired by everything i didn’t say by 5sos, except they were never in an official relationship. also, it takes like a weird turn and shifts weird halfway through? and this is my first work i’ve written since i last posted so i’m still getting into the groove of things i’m sorry 😭 anyway! this is dedicated to @carmelakimtodoroki for the special exchange event in @kflixnet !! hope you like what i wrote for you <3 @underworldnet
you sigh as you rub your eyes in exhaustion. another late night studying had snuck up on you. and even though you had promised your best friend you would try to keep your studying to a reasonable hour, you had gotten carried away going through all your case studies your professor had recommended you read.
you sit there for a moment before your stomach rumbles, breaking the silence in your room. you grab your stomach, hunger taking over now that you weren’t distracted by your studies. you decide it’s time to stop for the night, both your body and the time on your clock urging you to eat and sleep before you pass out at your desk.
you quickly got up and slipped an oversized hoodie and your pink slippers before making your way out of the apartment and towards the 7/11 down the street. you take the moment to take in the fresh air and the sound of the wind blowing softly passed you.
“yn!” you turn to face the direction the voice came from, a smile pulling at your lips when you see it’s your best friend, hongjoong. “joong.” you close your eyes and take a deep breath when he engulfs you in a warm embrace.
“why don’t you have pants on?” you open your eyes and look towards hongjoong in confusion. “what do you mean?” you lift your hoodie to showcase your pink shorts hiding underneath the large hoodie. hongjoong looks at you with a cute pout, an underlying firmness hidden behind it as he whined to you. “next time you wanna go out late at night, invite me. i don’t want anything happening to you. there’s a lot of bad people around.” you nod, looping your arm around his so you can pull him the rest of the way towards the bright convenience store just ahead. “you got it. now let’s go get some food, i’m starving.”
hongjoong followed you around the convenience store with a basket in hand, ready for when you picked out another snack you were craving. you spoke absentmindedly as you stated at the ice cream freezer. “let’s get ice cream after we finish eating.” hongjoong agrees and follows you to the cashier, putting his card on the counter as you reached for your wallet in your pocket.
you pouted. “i was gonna pay.” hongjoong chuckled as he grabbed the bag of food and walked towards the counter to heat everything up. “it’s fine. you can pay for the ice cream.” you sigh and nod in agreement.
“how’s your studying going?” you look at hongjoong leaning against the counter, arms propped on the edge behind him. you look him over as you speak. “it’s fine, i had a lot of work to do today but the case studies are really interesting.” hongjoong nods as he listens to you intently. “i see you’re still forgetting to eat dinner.” he’s scolding you now and you can’t help the blush that heats your face at his observation. “i told you, i don’t do it on purpose. i just lose track of time.”
hongjoong is carefully bringing your bowl of food towards you, speaking only once he’s placed it in front of you, one hand leaning on the table and the other on the back of the stool you’re sitting on as he speaks. “maybe i should make you live with me or something, because how am i supposed to make sure you’re taking care of yourself otherwise. i won’t know for sure unless i’m the one taking care of you.”
hongjoong is speaking to himself but you turn away at the way the heat rushes back to your face. “what are you even saying hongjoong.” you scoff as you bring a bite of food up to your mouth. hongjoong chuckles as he brings a hand up to wipe the sauce away from your chin and the corners of your mouth. “i’m saying you’re really just my big baby that i need to take care of 24/7.” you stare at him as he goes back to the counter to heat up his own food.
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hongjoong meant what he said that night. he practically lived with you at this point, showing up at your doorstep at any hour with take out in hand or groceries to cook for you. he would knock out on the couch for a bit and when it was getting too late for hongjoong, he’d pull your glasses off your face and guide you to your bed where he’d tuck you in and then join in right behind you.
you’d seen more of hongjoong in a week than you had in the past month. his new dedication to really taking care of you all day every day brought on astray thoughts that you had never really considered since you first met the pretty boy all those years ago.
you pull yourself out of your head when you realize you were staring at hongjoong as he strummed random chords on his guitar, humming words you couldn’t quite hear. you decide it’s time for a break and join him on the couch.
“can you play something for me? it’s been a while since i’ve heard you play.” hongjoong nods as he takes a second to think of what he wants to play for you and then set up. you smile as you listen to the soft strumming of his fingers on the guitar.
the notes floated nicely around the room, the sweet tone of hongjoong’s voice following close behind. you watched as he immersed himself fully into the song, eyes closed as he sang each word wholeheartedly. you smiled as you watched him, so in his element and so authentically himself without a doubt.
just as he reached the bridge, the ringing of a phone startled you both out of whatever trance you were in. hongjoong’s eyes opened, flitting around the table as he searched for his phone. you decided to go get something to drink for you both as he picked up the phone.
“hello?” you could hear him answer the phone. you turned away as you pulled the pitcher of juice you made out of the fridge. “what? yeah. why?” you could hear the annoyance creeping up in his voice as the conversation continued. you looked at him worriedly. you could tell he was trying to be subtle and not let his emotions get out of control. finally, the conversation seemed to come to an end. “fine.”
you turned to put away the pitcher when you saw him stand and put his phone in his pocket. hongjoong sighed before gathering all his things in his bag and turning towards you. “sorry, i have to go. i’ll see you later, yeah?” you smiled and nodded as he made his way out the door.
x x
you didn’t see him later. in fact, you hadn’t seen him since that very moment when hongjoong walked out of your apartment 6 months ago. he had disappeared into thin air for a while. he didn’t answer your first few texts where you expressed your worry and asked if he was ok, you never saw him on campus anymore, and all your calls to his phone wouldn’t even go through. you let it be after the first few times. you had taken the hint and went on with life, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered around the crowd of faces every time you stepped on campus.
you sighed as you averted your eyes to the ground. you didn’t want to disappoint yourself for the umpteenth time in the past couple of months. you scolded yourself internally, telling yourself that it wasn’t worth it. that he wasn’t worth it.
suddenly, you’re stumbling back, two large hands grabbing you by your arms to steady you. “oh my goodness, i’m sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going. are you ok?” you were looking forward now to see who you had accidentally bumped into.
it’s a tall boy, eyes soft and worried as he looked you over. you nodded. “i’m fine. i wasn’t even close to falling. and besides, i wasn’t looking where i was going either.” you offer him a smile. he sighs in relief. “uh, can i offer you come eat with me and my friends later? i feel bad now.” you put your hands up and shake your head. “you really don’t have to. it’s no big deal.”
the guy looks at his watch before he puts his hand out towards you. “give me your phone. i’ll put my number in and text you the spot and time.” you don’t know why you’re so compliant, but you give this random, nameless guy your unlocked phone after he asked for it. he hands it back. “i’ll see you later. bye!” and he’s off running in the opposite direction.
x x x
you honestly forget about your run in with the random guy earlier in the day. you were busy with school and rushing to get assignments done between classes. you’re just going about your day normally until your phone buzzes with a message.
yunho: meet at kbbq spot on the corner of first and third at 5 pm !
you smile at the text. of course. he even sounded cute over text. you respond in acknowledgment and continue with your homework until you need to get ready. but you can’t focus. not when you have dinner with a cute guy and his possibly cute friends in two hours. you sigh and lean back in your chair, holding your tummy as it tightens with anxiousness.
you decided you needed a shower to calm your nerves and also to freshen yourself up. the warm water relaxed your body and the smell of your floral scented soap calmed your senses.
with a newfound sense of calm, you opened your eyes and began washing your body, taking your time to scrub every part that you could reach and then treating yourself with your favorite body scrub afterwards.
you took your time looking through your clothes before settling on a lavender knitted sweater, light wash jeans, and your classic high top converse. something simple but still cute and satisfying. after you pinned your fringe back, you grabbed your bag and pulled out your phone to text yunho that you were on your way.
you spotted yunho first when you arrived. he smiled big as you approached, his hair jumping slightly as he excitedly bounced in his spot. you smiled back. “hey!” yunho pulled you towards where you guessed his friends were sitting. “hey! i’m glad you could make it. my friends are already sitting, they were waiting for us.” you nodded and followed him in excitement. “i hope they weren’t waiting too long.” yunho shook his head. “nah. and if they did, so what? they can wait.” you laughed at yunho’s words.
“hey everyone, this is the person i was telling you about.” you look across the table and freeze when you see who’s seated there. a chorus of greetings echoes around but you can’t help but just stand there as you think of a million ways you could possibly escape right now. you looked at yunho as he began introducing everyone. “this is seonghwa, yeosang, that’s san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho and that's hongjoong. and yuna is wooyoung’s girlfriend, mina is with seonghwa, and haneul is with hongjoong.” despite the wave of emotions you were feeling, you couldn’t help the genuine smile that pulled at your lips when you saw how happy and excited yunho was to introduce you to his friends, even though the situation had just rocked your world. “guys, this is yn.”
dinner had been going pretty well, with minimal contact with hongjoong. yunho, mingi and wooyoung had been keeping you busy for the most part, playing around and asking all sorts of questions. “oh my god!” wooyoung laughed at mingi as he sat there, pouting at the giant red stain on his pants.
you laughed a bit at the two before looking through your bag and pulling out a tiny tide stain remover stick. “maybe this will work?” mingi snatched it quickly and immediately rubbed at the stain on his pants. the stain didn’t completely lift, but it looked significantly better than how he had started. “ynnie, thank you so much. my life savior, i could kiss you right now.” you laughed as you grabbed the stick back from him. the comfort you felt with them brought out a side you had only ever shared with your closest friend who sat a couple chairs down. “dang, at least take me out first.” mingi doubled over in laughter at your words, causing you to smile big as you grabbed a few pieces of meat from the grill to place on the others plates.
x x
dinner had gone well and with no hiccups and now you were walking home, taking your time and taking in your surroundings. you were in a great mood, no doubt.
“hey, wait up!” you’re interrupted by someone’s gentle hand on your shoulder. you turn around to face the culprit and start panicking inside when you see hongjoong. “hey.” his cheeks and nose are pink from the cold weather, but you can’t help but think about how soft and cute he looks at this moment. he has a girlfriend.
your voice doesn’t want to work when you go to respond. “hey.” your voice is soft as you look him in the eyes, taking in how much his features have changed since the last time you saw him. he even looked at you with those same eyes, all soft and gentle as he took care of you.
“i wanted to tell you i’m sorry.” you’re a bit stunned and confused. “what do you mean?” hongjoong looks at you confused. “for everything. for invading your space 24/7, for not telling you anything, for not calling or texting… for leaving you with no explanation that day.” you exhale loudly at his apology. you never thought you’d hear an apology from him, let alone see him again.
“i had to leave. they made me leave you.” you put your hands out to stop him. “why are you apologizing?” hongjoong falters and begins fidgeting around when you ask him that. “look, i appreciate it, but i don’t understand. it felt like you played me, like everything was a lie. you hurt me, hongjoong.”
“i know, i know. i didn’t mean to.” you shake your head. “no, hongjoong. i don’t think you do know. do you know how it feels to be taken care of, loved, cherished so deeply?” hongjoong nods at your question. “and do you know how it feels to have that ripped away out of nowhere with zero explanation? abandoned? and the thoughts that ran through my head?” you scoff when hongjoong just looks at you. “goodbye, hongjoong.” you go to turn away but he grabs your wrist. “wait.”
your upset and you want to leave so you can lay in bed and cry over losing your best friend and the only man you had ever truly loved the way that you did. “what, hongjoong. i’m tired, i want to go home.” hongjoong could see the tears welling up in your eyes. “do you remember the song i sang for you that day?” you take a deep breath and look away for a moment to catch your breath and push the tears down. “yeah, i do.” he sighed. “you remember the words?” you looked at him and nodded.
“i could never tell you because i was too scared of ruining our friendship, but i love you.” the air was knocked out of you in that instant. “i’ve loved you since the moment we met when you got mad at me for passing my test perfectly without trying when you worked so hard. i’ve loved you since graduation when you got me that personalized guitar and took me busking in different cities all night to support my dreams. i loved you then and i love you now.”
you’re speechless. “but you have a girlfriend.” hongjoong takes that as a good sign and chuckles as he grabs your hands. “she’s not actually my girlfriend, just someone my parents have been trying to set me up with. the guys like her and get along, so i bring her around sometimes.” you nod. “so… what do you say?” you look at him for a moment, trying to process everything you just heard.
you smile at him and then nod. hongjoong smiles back before placing both his hands on your cheeks and pulling you in close. “thank you.” he whispers so softly you can barely hear him. the only thing you do is reach up a little further before placing your lips on his. you pulled back slightly so you could speak to him softly. “i love you too.”
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your shoulders were naked, the neck of the top nonexistent and falling just above your cleavage. it was tight against your form and cropped right just below your breasts. the exposed midriff showed off your belly button piercing, a shiny s attached to your stomach.
your shoulders were naked, the neck of the top nonexistent and falling just above your cleavage. it was tight against your form and cropped right just below your breasts. the exposed midriff showed off your belly button piercing, a shiny s attached to your stomach.
you belonged to seonghwa.
you tightened the straps of the skirt, tying them tightly against your hips so there was no room for slips. going without panties was gonna be a risky decision and you were scared of the outcomes if seonghwa found out.
the skirt was short, ending right above your fingertips and snug around your ass. it accentuated your curves perfectly and showed off your soft skin.
as you were putting in your earring, your doorbell rung. you knew who it was. no time was wasted as you quickly stepped down the stairs, opening the door for your handsome boyfriend.
his black hair cascaded past his eyes as he looked at you with adoration, not yet taking into consideration what you were wearing. he pulled you into his arms, kissing you slowly and tenderly, pulling away with a soft ‘pop.’
that’s when his eyes went wide, when he looked down at your figure. his eyes trailed from the thin necklace around your neck to the shiny white gel polish on your toes. you saw him visibly gulp, going quite for a second.
“do you like it ?” you asked him, smile beaming with pride and slight attitude.
he took a second to answer, registering his thoughts into his brain first. seonghwa cleared his throat, “y-yeah. it’s amazing. really, i love it. the belly piercing is.. wow.”
you smiled once again, pulling him close and placing a chaste kiss on his neck. “love you, now lets go!” you chimed.
the entire ride, seonghwa had suffered. his boner was getting hard to conceal and this date was getting longer and longer. he just wanted to go home, fuck you into the mattress and make you cry. however, he was stuck in this movie theatre with you, watching an overly sexual movie with terribly acted out scenes.
the actress moaned too loud for his liking, so seonghwa imagined it was you. he decided it was you on the screen. he wanted to be the one to fuck you right now. he wanted to hear your mellow moans, your agonising screams and the scratch of your gel acrylics against his muscular back.
“fuck, y/n. let’s get out of here.” he snapped. he grabbed your hand, leading you out the theatre, earning a few boo’s from the other people watching. you offered slight apologies as you were pulled down the hallway and into the family bathroom of the AMC.
“seonghwa, what’s wro-“ you started but he cut you off. his mouth was on yours and his hands were on your hips. you kissed back, happy that your plan had worked.
“gonna wear slutty outfits like this and expect me not to react ? god, you’re infuriating.” he degraded. you whined into his mouth, kissing him harder.
“baby, just fuck me then.” you begged him.
seonghwa wasted no time in turning you around, bending you over the sink and pulling your skirt up.
“not even fuckin’ panties ? god, you’re such a slut.” he spat. you cried out loud as he spanked your ass, pussy dribbling juice down your thigh.
more spanks landed until your ass was red and you were begging him to stop. “seonghwa, ‘s burning.” you cried to him. however, he put a hand on your throat, choking you into submissiveness as he used his other hand to undo his jeans.
“gonna fuck the audacity out of you, baby.” he promised you. you nodded, feeling ecstatic as seonghwa’s cock breached your cunt. the burning stretch of his length was always new; you’d never get used to it.
he thrusted in and out quickly, his own voice whiney and nasally as he moaned at the tightness of your cunt. “feel so good, baby,” he told you. you bit your lip, trying to quiet down your moans but seonghwa didn’t seem to be having any of that.
he reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves furiously. another hand trailed through your shirt, picking and pulling at your nipples.
you screamed in ecstasy, scared you might get kicked out but the slight enjoyment of public sex felt so good. you might leave here arrested but the drag of seonghwa’s cock in your tight pussy was too good to give up.
his tongue prodded at your neck and shoulder, sucking marks into the skin. there was not an inch left of clean skin on you as long as seonghwa kept his work up.
“seonghwa ! seonghwa, ‘m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard all over your cock, baby…” you cried out, barely able to get the words out. you sounded so so slutty, it made seonghwa’s head spin.
he could barely focus on pleasuring you when your cries and moans kept making him so so dizzy.
“shh, gonna come too, baby. gonna cum inside you, baby. you want that?” he asked you.
you quickly turned, eyes teary and face funny with black mascara. you nodded quickly, trying to connect your lips with his. seonghwa agreed, pressing his to yours as well.
you both moaned into the kiss, the feeling of your impending orgasm approaching quickly. seonghwa’s thrusts got sloppier and your cunt got tighter. you felt the knot in your stomach get more and more tense until a few more thrusts deep inside your cunt and you were a messy pool of tears and overflowing cum.
it leaked from your pussy despite seonghwa pushing it back in. he turned you around quickly, pressing you up into the sink as your legs wrapped around his waist.
he pressed his cock back inside you, thrusting harder and harder until his orgasm was overwhelming him. his cock spurted more cum inside you, so much so that you couldn’t even hold it in.
your cunt spasmed, barely able to hold in the potent offering your lover had given you. “feels s-so good.” you cried as he kept thrusting deep inside you, just barely hitting your cervix.
“ ‘m gonna cum one more time, hwa!” you cried to him. he nodded, leaning his head into your neck as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, barely thrusting inside anymore.
the knot from earlier formed again until it got tighter and finally snapped. your thighs shook and you pulled seonghwa close to you, needing a grip on reality.
“mmm, hwa! ‘m so messy. gonna have to clean me up, baby.” you told him. he nodded, grabbing a few towels from the napkin holder and cleaning your thighs and cunt gently from the mess.
he scooped in a dallop that was sopping from your cunt, earning a hiss from you. he held it up to your lips, silently asking you to open. you accepted, parting your lips to lick off the mess of yours and his juices mixed together. it formed a bittersweet flavor that was light enough to not leave a taste in your mouth.
“feel okay now, hm?” you asked him. he giggled against your neck, rubbing circles with his thumb against your hips.
“wait till we get home. gonna spank your ass red until you learn not to wear such slutty outfits in public anymore.”
synopsis : you text your husband, asking him an apology but he comes home to you watching other men
You stand in the open kitchen, making a sandwich for yourself as your hands smootly and effortlessly slice the tomatoes while leaning against the marble counter whereas your eyes are fixed on the idols dancing on the TV screen.
You are oh so lost in watching the television that you don't even acknowledge the front door opening nor you remember the text you sent to yunho, your husband, demanding an apology about something one of his suspicious acts at work. His acquaintance at work is your old friend, seeking every opportunity to report your husband's acts to you, even if it's just talking sweetly with a fellow employee.
Your eyes trail over the your favourite idol group member's as they lineup to greet themselves on the television.
At the very moment, you feel the apron lace tightening around your waist as someone pulls on it, pulling your body closer to theirs. Their arms slide around your waist, as they tighten their hold, trapping your breathe between your lung. When your back rests against their chest and you breath in their scent, you immediately recognise it.
It is familiar, oh! so familiar that you melt in it everyday, in the arms of your oh!, so sweet husband that's a perfect representation of your teenage fantasies. Like the fresh wind in the medows, his scent takes over your mind as it brings your inner desires to the surface, clouding your thoughts.
"So, my lovely wife is watching other men, while I'm at work working my ass off?" He breathes against your neck, his voice an octate lower than the one you last heard in the morning, when he left the house after pressing a goodbye kiss on your cheek.
His voice screamed danger; a sign for you to run but how could you? You were trapped between his arm's strong hold and the marble counter. Perhaps, you have been destined to endure your husband's fury in the most unfavourable conditions.
"I guess, men flirting with women outside of marriage doesn't count?" You ask him in a hitched breathing as you shiver under his hand's warm touch, that had sneeked inside the frill of your frock, caressing the supple skin of your waist.
"Does discussing the meeting with your co- worker, count as flirting too these days?" He whispers as his warm breathe flutters against your ear.
Shifting his arms, he moves to his hands further up your torso as they now caress your breasts, holding them instead of your not-so-available bra.
"It- it does" you say breathlessly as his fingers squeeze your breasts, arousing every inch of your skin with burning desire. His touch turns teasing, as his hands trail down the curve of your hips and inside the crease of your parties.
"yuyu stop- I need to focus"
"Focus on what, whore? Other men who aren't your husband?" He almost growls and you gulp nervously at his tone. "be the obedient slut you are, and thank God for not getting punished. You really thought you could get away with accusing me?"
