hey chat im theo 07, I'll write ONLY mlm smut, angst and fluff depending on my own personal mood ofc requests are appreciated, PLEASE KEEP IN MIND IM NOT A PRO WRITER AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. everyone is welcome, and yeah, have fun!
I WONT be writing abt-
minors unless it's pure fluff
rape/non-consent
animal type shit/ hybrids and all that
female idols
but otherwise I'm pretty open to anything else
ateez-
sub! seonghwa, a lot of plot sorry guys, mlm, fingers in mouth, gay sex (duh), alcohol mentioned, degradation (not super heavy), flu
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!-yunho, a streamer who recently gained attraction for his fun personality, good lookings, and cracked game play, doesn't know how to handle the attention yet basks in it like never before and y/n a struggling university student who has a more then a...bright history with the man! what will the two do?-!
words couldn't describe the feelings that stirred inside leehan as he walked through the school halls ditching class to try and clear his head.
he woke up this morning like any other. Got ready, had breakfast, and was out the door before anyone else in the house had woken up. not because he had something against his family but because he was scared.
scared that they'd notice the sin on him.
scared that they'd put the pieces together sooner or later.
he'd sinned a sin that no amount of prayer can ever wash away.
a few weeks ago, he'd finally convinced his parents to attend a party with friends. Promised to stay sober, to be good, and keep his hands to himself.
Leehan got himself ready, basically bouncing off the walls from both excitement and fear.
a mix of both that made his stomach feel weird.
Texts flooded his phone as the group chat with friends started blowing up all sending updates of who can go, who can't, who's bringing what, and who can pick others up.
Leehan quickly texted his best friend- taesan, asking him if he still had any space left in his car for another person, and thankfully, he did.
the brunette wasn't too worried about bringing anything.
He didn't know the host. No one really did, and he was showing up with four other people.
He should be fine.
After around twenty minutes, a loud honk was heard, and leehan basically sprinted out of the house, going straight for the car without spearing much of a glance back.
"I didn't think your mom would actually let you come." said taesan, unlocking the passenger door and opening it from the inside.
"I didn't think so either, honestly. I think dad may have convinced her more than any of my please did."
"Well, at least you're joining us. don't worry, we'll keep you safe and sound."
before leehan could say anything a loud myung jaehyun whined as two other guys he's never seen before laughed pocking fun at jaehyun.
"I've actually never met the two of you." he spoke up, turning back to get a better look at the two fully ignoring jaehyuns complaints.
"Oh hi, yes, I'm sohee, and that's hanbin. we are on the football team with jaehyun, which could be why, but we've heard a lot about you, so don't worry."
leehan just nodded a bright smile on sohees face as he turned back to whatever they were doing back there.
"I hope you know it's gonna be a big crowd..." taesan spoke up again, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel a bit worried about his best friend.
"as much as I'd love to stick by your side 24/7 I can't promise you that. I will be drinking tonight."
sure they were best freinds, both in a heavily religious school just like everyone else in the car but only leehan actually stood by the rules. followed what the book said, what the teachers and pasters said, and most importantly, what his parents said.
don't touch.
don't drink.
don't smoke.
no sex or anything of that sorts.
no dating.
and everything else you could possibly think of that strips all the fun and joy out of his life.
everything was a sin if you looked hard enough.
that's what he was told.
"Don't worry. I don't expect you to babysit. I'll just enjoy my time there, and you better do so too."
taesan stayed quiet, not too sure if he could believe those words but choosing not to worry himself too much.
his best friend followed the rules to a tea.
he'll be fine.
right?
the house was huge.
music could be heard down the street, people dancing inside, bright lights, some outside smoking, and enjoying the night.
the air inside was insanely stuffy.
it carried a heavy scent of sweat and something sweeter. maybe alcohol maybe just his nose was playing tricks on him.
everyone went their own way the moment they stepped inside. sohee went to drinks, jeahyun quickly found a different group of people, hanbin went straight to a guy, leehans never seen before and taesan...he doesn't even know where that one disappeared to.
leehan was alone in a place he's never been at.
great.
he tried to navigate through the crowds to get to a place less crowded but gave up eventually when every attempt ended in him accidentally touching a girls boob which was wrong in his mind.
the brunette stayed in a corner.
no cup in hand, no one to talk to just...watching.
inevitably someone caught his eye.
a guy with blonde hair and a sweet smile talking to some girl who was obviously hitting on him.
that was the first time in leehans life that he felt actual attraction.
his stomach filled with butterflies, his face got so hot, and his heart was practically ready to jump out of his chest.
he was nothing special really.
just a random guy.
a guy.
alarm bells rung in his head louder then ever.
he couldn't like a guy. that was against his beliefs.
Apparently, leehan had been starting for too long, too obviously, and the guy noticed bringing him back down on to earth.
the blonde offered him a smile. warm and simple. a very easygoing gesture like it was the most natural thing to do.
leehan gave him a small smile back, feeling like a school girl with a pathetic hallway crush.
before he could think too hard on how to react to that taesan appeared next to him a cup in hand slightly looser then the last time he saw him.
"sooo, how are you enjoying the night so far?" he spoke his words slured and reeking of alcohol as he draped himself over the brunette, noticing the dazed look on his best freinds face.
"What's got you so distracted, huh? a girl caught your attention?" he teased a smirk on his face as he looked towards the directions that the other was staring at. The blonde head of hair and a face that was not close to a girl immediately caught his off guard.
"oh shit."
"yeah. I know."
taesan straightened up and placed his cup in leehans hand, patting his shoulder, trying his very best to support this very obviously bad situation.
"you will need that more then I will. it won't kill you I promise."
and with that taesan left again disappearing into a crowd of bodies.
against his better judgement, against everything that's ever been said or taught to him, he drank whatever was in that cup. It burned slightly, but it was surprisingly sweet, going down relatively easily.
That's when the night really got fun.
One cup wasn't enough.
He got another after pushing through the crowd, finding himself at the kitchen, then another something stronger now that some stranger had suggested, and finally, somehow, he got himself into shots with the blonde.
leehans face was beat red from the alcohol but he got liquid courage even if he lost the game by a long shot.
"do you wanna dance with me?" he asked, standing in front of the blonde, his hands already moving to the other, pulling him into the crowd before he could respond.
it took a second to get used to.
leehans never danced with anyone in such a setting, let alone drunk, but the moment the others hands found his waist and moved with him, he just melted.
"my names leehan by the way." he spoke again staring into the brown eyes that moved with him.
"I'm y/n. nice to meet you, leehan." his voice felt like honey dripping down him, coating him in something so addictive yet so dangerous. One wrong move, and he'd slip.
The way y/n looked at him was even worse.
he had his full attention on the brunette watching every move, touching him lightly like he himself was treading on thin ice, the blonde strands stuck to his forehead from sweat same as his.
it was electric.
but wrong.
before he could think twice his lips crashed into the others.
Leehan didn't know what he was doing at all, but thankfully, y/n did. Their lips moved together, slowly but surely until eventually they pulled apart and moved through the crowds to find an empty room.
Once found, leehan was the first to make the move again. He quickly pushed the blonde against the door, moving his hands to rest on his hips, lips attached to his again.
It was a feeling he's never felt before.
Pure genuine want that it cursed through his whole body, not leaving even the slightest space for everything that's been drilled into him.
Soft moans spilled between the two of them as it slowly got more heated. Tongue against tongue, teeth, and spit. it didn't take a genius to figure out how this ended.
His head ached, the sun was too bright in his face, but before he could even complain, a very sudden realisation washed over him.
He was naked.
like, fully naked.
and judging from the smell that lingered next to him, the light snoring and the heavy arm around his torso, he could also guess that he had slept with a man.
Nausea hit him quickly.
Not really sure if it was from the alcohol or the sex but he quickly got out of the bed and rushed to find a bathroom.
Pucking his guts out first thing in the morning wasn't the best feeling.
not at all.
Guilt washed over him from so many sides.
he hadn't stuck to his promises at all.
he sinned.
badly at that.
it ate at him knowing he now had to go back into the room, get dressed and go home to act like nothing happened.
Go to church and pray that God will forgive him.
pray that he'll still go to heaven.
pray that he's still pure enough for that.
thankfully y/n didn't wake up. leehan made sure to be quiet.
He didn't bother trying to call or text anyone to pick him up and just walked home.
Every step felt heavy and he didn't even know what to blame for that.
taesan for giving him the alcohol, himself for drinking so much and letting this happen, or y/n for even agreeing to dance with him.
Regardless, the walk back home was spent silently praying in his mind that he'll be okay.
he'll never do something so dirty again.
No one was home when he stepped through the door, so he made a be line for the bathroom and spent the next hour scrubbing his skin raw muttering prays and apologises, trying to clean himself.
trying to pretend like the touch didn't linger.
that he did intact enjoy it.
He felt seen like never before last night. every touch so light it was like a feather, every moan, every whimper that felt so real it was almost painful how much it kept playing in his mind. the pure gentleness of the blonde, the care and vulnerability he felt with him making him feel sicker by the minute.
it was so twisted.
so wrong yet so good.
leehan wasn't sure when he started crying or when the warm water ran out and turned luck warm.
what mattered is that he was praying.
scrubbing the dirty sin away.
right?
the next few days passed by in a blur.
he prayed extra hard on Sunday, didn't leave his room on Saturday, spent Monday, Thursday, and Wednesday trying his beat to focus on school and whatever bullshit the teachers were talking about.
it was no use.
every blonde head in the halls made him stop dead in his tracks. Every look that lingered from others made his skin crawl thinking they knew. they had to know.
he never looked for the blonde again.
and it seemed like the blonde never looked for him either.
but he lingered.
He may always linger.
he was a sinner, and he needed to live with that for the rest of his life.
but even with that knowledge, he found comfort in knowing he wasn't the only one who sinned that night.
the question was, when will the night leave his mind?
when will he ever feel that good again?
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Hi oomf idk if ur requests are open but if yes do you mind feeding me with a bnd fic (any member will do) š„ŗ or am i just being greedy? Anyways its up to you what kind of storyline you wanna do
( You write the best m!reader fics out there...)
I think you'll be pleased to hear that I have two bnd fics in the making that, IF I find the time today, I'll finish and drop them both but if not today then this week fosure! also, thank you sm for the glaze. AND YES MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN
!-yunho, a streamer who recently gained attraction for his fun personality, good lookings, and cracked game play, doesn't know how to handle the attention yet basks in it like never before and y/n a struggling university student who has a more then a...bright history with the man! what will the two do?-!
warning- a bit angsty in a way, masturbation, and the usual, some writing too
!-16: post nut-!
it felt wrong in a way.
it felt wrong feeling so horny for an ex.
an ex that you shouldn't like at all, but as everyone knows, you aren't the strongest man out there.
every photo yunhos ever posted, every photo that sat deep in your camera rool, hidden from everyone else mainly because the majority was pure filth and intimate moments between the two of you that where captured either by him or you.
the moment soobin sent the photos, your chest filled with this odd sense of warmth. not because there was something exactly cute in the photos but because it was yunho doing something he's always loved and wanted to do while your dick on the other hand...well, that hardened. uncomfortably at that.
you ignored soobins' last message because telling yourself he's just bullshitting is easier than actually thinking too hard about it.
the room was too hot. sweat formed on your forehead, making strands stick to the slick skin, eyes shut tight, muffled moans and groans spilling from your lips as your hand worked stroking the hard member.
your phone layed right next to the pillow one of the numerous audios yunho had sent your way durring the relationship filling the silence, fueling the desire further.
it was wrong. really, it was.
he made it clear that it won't work and in a way. that he doesn't want this. and so did you but fuck was it hard to just...leave him alone. leave it all behind when there was never a proper fall out, when his freinds and your freinds, sane school, the times he still slips up and shows that he still wants you.
what a mess, really.
your member twitched in your hand as yunhos words filled the room.
guiding, telling you what to do, praising. just like he used to do.
maybe this was very perverted- no scratch that - it was perverted but it felt so good.
every "just like that" , "your doing so good baby" made your brain turn into mush.
pretending like he was actually here, actually watching and telling you what to do was easier than facing the reality.
facing the fact he doesn't want you anymore and probably never will.
there will always be that awkwardness, that distance between the two of you.
not because there's haterd but because too much has been shared.
too many moments, too many memories and secrets that will never be shared again but keep making the two of them come back to each other.
tears welled up in your eyes from both the overwhelming pleasure and also the situation at hand.
guilt started to gnaw at you the moment your stomach twisted, back arched off the bed, and white painted your hand and stomach just as the audio finished.
you panted, trying to cetch your breath, the original excitement, and high completely gone as the retaliation hit you properly.
yoooo guys hiš³š³š³ ts for my goat who was asking for an update this goes out to you king I'll get to your other request sooner or later...trust...if there are any big mistakes blame my editor they just as tired and dyslexic as I am
!-yunho, a streamer who recently gained attraction for his fun personality, good lookings, and cracked game play, doesn't know how to handle the attention yet basks in it like never before and y/n a struggling university student who has a more then a...bright history with the man! what will the two do?-!
yungi, Spider-Man!yunho, deadpool!mingi, best friends, gun and violence mentioned (not grafic at all), nothing else to really mention rn, but if this does well, I have more to give trust. also a bit of a styke change how we feeling abt it
the city never really slept, but at 2:17 a.m., itĀ pretendedĀ to.
New York was quieter in that strange, in-between way. Traffic lights blinked to empty streets. A distant siren echoed somewhere it didnāt belong. The air felt colder, sharper. Like something was about to go wrong. on the rooftop of a mid-rise apartment building,Ā Spider-ManĀ crouched low, fingers pressed against the concrete. His mask pulled up at the bottom, exposing his mouth a half assed sandwich he made for lunch stuffed in his mouth - listening.
"Okay," he muttered to himself, voice soft but restless, "either my spider-sense is brokenā¦ or tonightāsĀ tooĀ quiet."
that usually meant trouble and trouble didnāt take long to show up.
a gunshot cracked through the silence.
Spider-Manās head snapped toward the sound. "Yeah. There it is."
he quickly discarded the sandwich, stuffing as much as he could in his mouth before pulling the mask down, leaping down. three blocks down, in a narrow alley squeezed between a closed deli and a flickering laundromat, chaos unfolded fast.
a man staggered backward, hands raised, panic written all over him.
"I told you- I donāt have it anymore!"
standing across from him, casually spinning a pistol like this was all just part of a game, wasĀ Deadpool.
"Well," Deadpool said, tilting his head, voice almost playful, "that sounds like aĀ youĀ problem, not aĀ meĀ problem."
the man shook his head desperately. "Please-someone already took it, I swear -"
"uh-huh." Deadpool stepped closer. "And let me guess. you wereĀ just aboutĀ to tell me who, right?"
the safety clicked off.
before the trigger could be pulled, a web shot out tugging the gun out of Deadpoolās grip. the heavy metal clattering loudly against the concrete.
"Okay!"Spider-Man landed between them, arms slightly out like he was breaking up a fight on a playground. "I think weāre done here."
Deadpool stared at his now-empty hand.
"...Rude."
Spider-Man tilted his head. "You were about to shoot him."
"Correction," Deadpool held up a finger, "I was about toĀ convinceĀ him."
"With a bullet?"
"Motivation comes in many forms."
the man behind Spider-Man took the chance and bolted, disappearing out of the alley without a second thought.
Spider-Man glanced back. "Good. Thatās one less person getting shot tonight."
Deadpool sighed dramatically, head thrown back. "You just ruined my entire evening."
"Pretty sure I saved a life."
"tomato, tomahto."
Spider-Man straightened slightly, his tone shifting, less joking now. "You do know you donāt get to decide who lives or dies, right?"
Deadpool stepped forward.
"right but you donāt get to decide how I do my job."
There was a pause.
Tension snapped tight between them.
Spider-Manās stance changed, subtle, but ready. back straighter firsts slightly clenched.
Deadpool noticed. Of course he did.
"Oh, weāre doing this?" he said, almost delighted. "Great. I was getting bored."
Spider-Man exhaled slowly. "I donāt want to fight you."
Deadpool shrugged. "Thatās okay. I donāt mind fighting you enough for both of us."
and then he moved.
fast.
too fast for someone who joked that much.
Spider-Man barely dodged the first strike, flipping backward as a blade flashed where heād been standing.
"Okay-!" he landed against the wall, "youĀ definitelyĀ skipped the ātalk it outā option!"
Deadpool spun the blade once in his hand. "Talkingās overrated."
"Funny," Spider-Man shot back, firing another webline, "you seem like the type who never shuts up."
Deadpool laughed.
"wow! I didn't think you'd pay enough attention to notice that detail!"
and lunged again.
"don't flatter yourself."
across the city, in a quiet apartment building that looked exactly like every other one on the block, the lights in one window were still on. inside,Ā Song Mingiās phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, completely forgotten and ignored. a half-finished drink sat beside it.
the room was empty.
one floor above,Ā Jeong Yunhoās bedroom window was wide open. curtains swayed gently in the night air.
his bed was untouched.
back in the alley, sparks flew as metal clashed against webbing and brick. Spider-Man flipped over Deadpool, landing behind him. "you ever think about, I donāt know,Ā notĀ doing this?"
Deadpool didnāt turn around. "You ever think about, i dont know, minding your own business?"
"You were about to kill someone!"
āHe wasnāt innocent either, okay!"
Spider-Man hesitated just for a second.
Deadpool caught it.
"yeah," he said more quietly this time, "didnāt think so."
That moment that tiny crack was all it took.
Deadpool spun and struck.
Spider-Man barely blocked it.
"still! killing the guy isn't what you should do!"
deadpool groaned loudly pushing spiderman away from him making him stumble over his own feet landing on his ass.
"God you are so boring. maybe a kiss would help? huh?"
loud kissing sounds followed as deadpool moved closer crouching down a few feet away from the hero on the floor.
"so, did it help?" he asked tilting his head to the side voice holding so much sarcasm it was annoying.
"uh..no not really."
after the answer a grumble of disappointment could be heard but before anything could be said Spider-Man quickly kicked Deadpool in the stomach making him go flying up. webs followed after sticking him to the wall securely.
"really?! out of everything you could have done? I just washed my suit man.."
"too bad. I don't want to say see you around but I know I will."
by the time Spider-Man finally made it back, the sky was already starting to fade into that dull pre-dawn gray.
too early to be night.
too late to still be out.
he slipped through the open window quietly, landing with a soft thud on his bedroom floor. For a moment, he didnāt move, just crouched there, staring at nothing.
"Heās so annoying," he muttered under his breath.
a pause.
"and he talks too much."
another pause.
"and he doesnāt take anything seriously."
his shoulders dropped slightly.
"but he didnāt shoot him."
that part stuck.
more than it should have.
Yunho reached up, pulling the mask off slowly, like he needed a second to separate himself from it. His hair was a mess, his expression more tired than he expected.
"...why didnāt he?"
the question lingered in the quiet room.
he shook his head once, like he could physically get rid of the annoying thought.
"who the fuck cares" he mumbled, standing up hitting the spider on his chest making the suit basically deflate as he got out of it kicking it under his bed without much care. "Heās still a problem."
but even then as he jumped into bed the image replayed in his mind-
Deadpool pausing.
Deadpool noticing.
Deadpool choosing not to pull the trigger.
Yunho frowned slightly.
a few hours later, the building was alive again.
footsteps in the hallways. Doors opening and closing. Someone arguing loudly over the phone two floors down.
normal.
safe.
ordinary.
Yunho stood outside a familiar door, dressed and showered, shifting his weight slightly before knocking.
once.
twice.
there was a pause.
then-
the door swung open.
"Dude," Song Mingi said, voice still rough with sleep, hair completely unstyled, "it is way too early for you to be a functioning human being."
Yunho smiled immediately. That soft, automatic kind of smile that didn't need effort.
"Good morning to you too."
Mingi squinted at him. "you're suspiciously cheerful."
"I'm always cheerful."
"No," Mingi leaned against the doorframe, eyeing him, "you're tired cheerful right now. That's different."
Yunho huffed a quiet laugh, brushing past him into the apartment like he belonged there because he basically did.
"Did you sleep at all?" Mingi called after him, closing the door.
"Enough."
"Thatās not an answer."
"Itās the only one you're getting."
Mingi rolled his eyes but followed him into the kitchen anyway, watching as Yunho moved around like he'd done this a hundred times, grabbing a glass, opening cabinets without asking.
familiar.
comfortable.
dangerously easy.
"you're staying for breakfast, right?" Yunho asked casually, already reaching for ingredients.
Mingi blinked, pointing a finger to himself. "You came over to mine uninvited, and you're asking me if im staying?"
Yunho glanced at him over his shoulder. "So is that a yes?"
there it was.
that look.
soft. hopeful. just a little too careful for something that was supposed to be casual.
Mingi hesitated for half a second too long.
"yeah," he said finally, quieter than before. "Yeah, stay."
Yunho smiled again smaller this time, but warmer.
while Yunho busied himself in the kitchen, Mingi leaned back against the counter, arms crossed loosely, watching him.
"you're in a good mood," he said after a moment.
"Am I?"
"Yeah."
Yunho shrugged lightly. "Just...feels like a nice morning."
it wasn't entirely a lie.
Mingi studied him for a second longer.
"You didn't hear anything weird last night, did you?"
Yunho froze for the briefest moment.
barely noticeable.
"like what?" he asked, keeping his tone light.
Mingi shrugged. "i don't know. Thought I heard something outside. Probably nothing."
Yunho turned back to the stove quickly. "Yeah. Probably nothing."
silence settled for a moment.
but it wasn't uncomfortable.
it never really was between them.
"I ran into someone last night."
the words slipped out before Yunho could stop them.
Mingi straightened slightly. "Oh?"
Yunho hesitated.
he didn't know why he said it.
maybe because it was still stuck in his head. maybe because he tells Mingi everything.
"just some guy near our building." he added quickly.
Mingi's gaze sharpened just a little. "And?"
Yunho leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms.
"He's-" he stopped, searching for the right word.
"Annoying."
Mingi let out a short laugh. "That's your biggest complaint?"
"He doesn't take anything seriously."
"sounds like someone I know."
Yunho shot him a look. "I'm serious."
Mingi held up his hands. "Okay, okay."
but there was something thoughtful in his expression now.
"did he do anything specific?"
Yunho paused.
"no."
Mingi nodded slowly.
"then maybe he's not as bad as you think."
Yunho frowned slightly at that.
"You're taking his side?"
"Iām taking the side of 'you dont know the dude'," Mingi replied simply.
Yunho looked away, his thoughts drifting again-
to red and black.
to sarcasm dripping through every word.
to that pause.
their eyes met.
something unspoken passed between them briefly, but heavy.
rhen Mingi looked away first, rubbing the back of his neck.
"you think about people too much," he muttered.
Yunho smiled faintly. "Someone has to."
a few minutes later, they ended up sitting side by side on the couch, plates balanced on their laps.
too close to be accidental.
oo normal to question.
at some point, Yunho's shoulder brushed against Mingi's.
he didn't move away.
instead, he leaned in just slightly.
testing.
careful.
like he was waiting to see if it would be noticed.
Mingi did notice.
of course he did.
but he didnāt move either.
"you're clingy today," he said, voice casual.
Yunho hummed. "Am I?"
"Yeah."
"is that a problem?"
Mingi glanced at him.
Yunho wasnāt looking back just focused on his food like the question didnāt matter.
like the answer wouldnāt.
"no," Mingi said after a second. "It's not."
Yunhoās shoulders relaxed just a little.
and for a moment, everything felt simple.
no masks.
no fights.
no choices about who deserved what.
just this.
but in the back of Mingiās mind-
there was still the feeling of webbing snapping tight against his suit in an oddly hot way at that.
and in Yunho's-
the sound of a voice that wouldnāt take anything seriously.
they sat side by side, close enough to feel the warmth of each other
!-yunho, a streamer who recently gained attraction for his fun personality, good lookings, and cracked game play, doesn't know how to handle the attention yet basks in it like never before and y/n a struggling university student who has a more then a...bright history with the man! what will the two do? -!
yoooo been a whileš³š³š³š³ I promise I'll update more consistently eith the smau but idk good news for the writer enjoyers I have stuff in the works for that
Sooo āWhy not?ā āI wish you were a girlā heavy angst mlm fic with member of your choice whennnn????
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the request speaks for itself. honestly kind of long but also rushed no one slime me
the morning started like any other.
yeosang was nowhere in sight out on his morning workout while you were still very much tucked away in bed without a worry in the world.
the moment the door of the shared apartment clicked open, the sound of a heavy bag being thrown somewhere in the tiny space and the usual shower music was heard. sadly, you were woken up.
groggily getting out of bed, the floor under your feet cold but not unpleasant as you made your way to the kitchen to at least make coffee for the two of you before yeosang got out of the shower.
for two grown men, the fridge was honestly depressing. eggs, milk, some vegetables that no one touched, cheese, bread, and if they really want to be fancy, maybe some butter or fruit here and there. it wasn't that they couldn't afford the food. It's just easier to live off of instant noodles, coffee, and the occasional protein intake.
once in the kitchen, you took the two only mugs you owned since all the others broke ages ago, and neither of the two have taken it upon themselves to buy more and turned on the one true fancy thing in the kitchen- the coffee maker which always made the best coffee imaginable.
by the time both the coffees were done, so was yeosang.
sometimes, it was hard not to stare at him. he was built good. abs you've counted too many times, muscles you've ran your fingers over mapping every dip and curve, and such a beautiful face, which after the gym and a hot shower made it a breathing scene.
to everyone around the two, it was obvious that after almost two years of living together, they've crossed lines that can't be uncrossed even if they swear up and down nothing has happened and that's how it will stay.
"good morning, y/n." yeosang spoke, running a hand through his wet hair that towel around his waist, leaving absolutely nothing for the imagination.
"Morning. how was the gym?" You spoke still a bit groggy from the sleep rubbing your face with one hand while sturring the coffee with the other.
"Oh, you know the usual. hit legs today. honestly, I regret it already."
yeosangs voice always sounded like honey to you early in the morning. sure, he didn't have the highest tone, not even close, but he spoke softly and clearly, making it all feel warmer than it should.
you pushed his mug a bit closer to him, gesturing weakly for him to drink. he got the silent gesture and moved a bit closer standing next to you now, shoulders brushing. the smell of his shampoo hit your nose instantly. some random cheap stuff that still complimented him.
"you have any plans today? we could go out. on me tho since i got paid finally. some new aquarium thing opened nearby, and ive been wanting to drag someone with me... you wanna come?"
sure, the way you asked could sound like a date offer and honestly? yeosang froze for a second at that since that's exactly what it sounded like. he glanced at you from the side, taking in the mess that was your hair, the puffy face that still hadn't gone down, and he felt that little tug. that little sign, that feeling he tried so hard to stuff deep deep down because they were two men. it couldn't work. it can't work, but he still nodded, taking a sip of the coffee carefully.
"Sure, I'm down, but I'm not letting you pay for me. I have my own money."
"Sure, yeah. whatever floats your boat yeosang."
yeosang just nodded, picking up his mug making his way to his room, figuring he could at least start getting dressed if they actually plan to do something it's better to get dressed now then later.
you stayed in the kitchen only now, really registering what you said. you basically just asked yeosang out. kang yeosang. the same man who made it very clear he can't have anything with you cuse you aren't a girl, but then again, he agreed to go for some odd reason, which he never really does.
eventually, you went to take a shower as well and get ready. both of you going simple with jeans and a hoodie since how else? figuring getting the tickets there would be doable, which thankfully it was. or at least that's what the online site said.
the drive there was mostly quiet apart from the music playing from the radio some mainstream thing neither of them listened to or liked. sure, the two have done things in the past. drunken mistakes in its full glory, but that awkwardness that was there since day one never really left the air.
you'd like to think it's because maybe just maybe there's always been underlying feelings that are mutual, but then again, being delusional has its limits.
the place was honestly pretty empty for a Saturday. maybe because it was early or because the whole fuss of the new place died down, but regardless, there were no complaints from either of the men.
"you sure you don't want me to pay for you? it's not like I can't. plus I'm the one who asked you to come." you said, getting out of the car once he parked, glancing at him wallet already in hand.
yeosang just shook his head and waved you off with a flick of his wrist like you where a fly annoying him.
"I know you can pay, and don't get me wrong, I appreciate it, but we both know you need the extra cash more than I do."
"are you judging me? since when do you catch an attitude?"
the words were playful. maybe even...light and easy at that as the two of you walked and talked. actually talked. not just about the basic stuff like school or work but what's been going on outside of that. freinds and family stuff alike.
once inside, the tickets were bought. the actual aquarium was bigger than both of you had intended, but you had the whole evening to spend here, so who really cared.
walking through the place felt like a fever dream in a way. maybe because it was your first time in one, or maybe it's because yeosang was with you. either way, it felt good.
honestly, it was surprising how much stuff yeosang actually knew about this stuff. sure, both of you were nerds in your own way, but this was unexpected. he had something to comment on for most of the animals. big or small. some weird facts that he knew, which only made him so much more attractive. the honey smooth voice that you adored just sounding so much sweeter in such a place like this.
after a while, the two found themselves in a huge room that was mostly empty apart from some kids sitting on the floor staring at the seals and fish through the glass.
it was quiet for a while. neither of you said anything until eventually before you could even think twice about it, the words just tumbled out.
"do you really not feel anything towrds me yeosang?"
you didn't look at him when you said that hands stuffed into your pockets, keeping your eyes locked onto some two random fish that were circling each other. he stayed quiet for longer than you'd like, but then again, it was a loaded question.
"I do y/n, and I think we both know that, but...we can't."
it was true. yeosang knew that deep down what he felt towrds you wasn't just a freindship. that those drunken mistakes felt too real to be just that.
"why not?"
"Because you're not a girl. I wish you where one. it would make it easier."
you just nodded crushed once again, but what could you do anymore? it was foolish to believe he'd give you a different answer than the first time you asked.
!-yunho, a streamer who recently gained attraction for his fun personality, good lookings, and cracked game play, doesn't know how to handle the attention yet basks in it like never before and y/n a struggling university student who has a more then a...bright history with the man! what will the two do?-!
note- a shity attempt at angst, which you can expect for the next few chapters š¤«
!-yunho, a streamer who recently gained attraction for his fun personality, good lookings, and cracked game play, doesn't know how to handle the attention yet basks in it like never before and y/n a struggling university student who has a more then a...bright history with the man! what will the two do?-!
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