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I don't stan Up10tion (nor do I plan to cause I stan so may groups already and it's getting overwhelming :/) but I would die for Kim Wooseok

#i know him from X1 #and he's so cute-#i can't 😔💔#kim wooseok #wooseok X1 #wooseok up10tion

Seungyoun: How do you feel babe?

Wooseok: I'm having an existential crisis about if I .

Seungyoun: Don't you love me?

Wooseok: Maybe I felt something...

Seungyoun: hehe

Wooseok: Annoyance. I felt really annoyed. Unnecessary but a feeling.

Seungyoun: D:

Wooseok: joking, come here and cuddle me, i missed your hugs <3

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Seungwoo

As the oldest member, Seungwoo would try his best to keep his hormones toned down, struggling to not glance at your dress for more than a few times.

To save himself from the embarrassment of his cheeks reddening every other moment, he'd suggest you wear something like a jacket or a scarf to cover what your dress revealed, but you'd refuse, pointing out to him the humid weather outside.

Eventually, he'd give up trying to change your mind about the dress, and begin his never ending struggle against the desires the revealed parts of your skin provoked in him, trying to avert his eyes each time.

But at the end of the day, it was him looking at your body, not anyone else, so the struggle against himself wasn't all that bad, especially after you promised to make it up to him, for the struggle you were putting him through, later in the night.

Seungyoun

"Y/n, please let me know if you plan to get ready in today's time."

Seungyoun called out from the living room, waiting for you to get out of your room. It had already been half an hour since you went in to get changed, and yet, even after all that time you showed no signs of coming out.

Seungyoun let out a sigh of relief when, at last, he heard the door knob to your room click abruptly. Out you walked in a dress that clinged to your skin in a way that outlined every curve of your body. The dress barely covered your thighs, hanging a considerable distance from your knees.

And boy did it drive Seungyoun crazy.

He sucked in a long, sharp breath before letting out a low laugh.

"What?" You asked, smiling before moving to the coffee table top grab your purse.

Seungyoun slowly walked over to where you stood, snaking his arms around your waist. You almost squealed at the abrupt feeling of his touch, but recovered when he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

"You really like to watch me suffer, don't you?"

You hid a mischievous smirk beneath a veneer of innocence , before turning to face him.

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

You were playing a tedious game of words. But Seungyoun didn't seem in the mood to join in. Instead of giving you a witty remark in response, Seungyoun pushed his fingers up your thighs, trailing them up to your core in small circles. His other hand stroked your neck, driving them down to your blatant cleavage.

Your eyes shot to Seungyoun's dark gaze, and then to the ticking clock on the wall.

"The party-"

A low growl from Seungyoun cut you off,

"Fuck the party."

You contemplated it for a moment. Only a moment. And then, the feeling of Seungyoun's slender fingers pushing up into you was the only thing on your mind.

Yohan

"Yohan, my face is here, not there."

For the hundredth time in a day, you called Yohan out for not looking at you while you talked. At first you thought his eyes were just wavering because he was probably bored or something, but soon enough you figured out the reason behind his drooping eyes was your plunging neckline shirt, which clearly propelled your breasts up. So, every now and then, Yohan's eyes would drink up the lecherous sight of your breasts, prompting you to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. But it'd be wrong to say you didn't enjoy it.

"Sorry..."

Yohan's lips gave way to a risque smile, before he added,

"Can't help it."

Wooseok

"Is that all you're gonna wear?"

Wooseok gave one skeptical look at your dress when he asked that question. You only shrugged, sliding into his car while making sure to bend just enough for Wooseok to glimpse at the depth of your dress' neckline.

Wooseok, seated in the driver's seat, only gave you a side glance, fearing looking at you too long would incite desires he could not fulfill just yet. He didn't want to pass any further comments on your outfit, much to your dismay.

However, In his mind, Wooseok thought of all the ways he could shred your dress down to nothing, stripping you down of the little cover it provided. A savage pride swelled in his chest at the prospect of everyone at the party knowing that you and your gleaming, intricate body was his to plunder. It was his to cherish and worship and exchant.

An image raced across his mind at the thought; you lying beneath him, naked and at his disposal, begging in a string of lewd moans and whimpers for him to ruin your delicate body. He could see himself taking his time with you, slowly conquering each part of you, his pace a punishment for teasing him with your dress.

You were in for a long night.

Wooseok only smirked at the thought.

Hangyul

Hangyul's eyes would beam at your seemingly short dress, taking in the sight of your mesmerising body.

"You should wear the skirt often, it looks good."

He'd compliment you, making sure to coax you into wearing the particular piece of clothing more often, so that his eyes might be blessed by the sight of your carnal body.

"Oh, thanks. The color's nice, right?"

You'd smile thoroughly, naïvety dripping from your beaming eyes. The color wasn't the best thing about the skirt for Hangyul, the best thing about it was the way it hung inches above your knees, barely concealing your thighs. The best thing about it was that it would take only one pull of his hand to rip it off of you.

And maybe he would.

Sometime today.