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should be sleeping but im thinking abt sohee
thinking about needy toni interrupting your show and begging for a handjob ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა. that lil whiny “babyyy pleaseeee” as you try to focus on the show you’ve been meaning to watch. “i’ll be quiet i promise, jus need your hand” he says quietly while seeking to take your hand where he wants it. when you deny him he’ll keep whining like a puppy until you touch him.
My acc got hacked Changes my password so hopefully it's all good now....
i love anton so much that’s my sweet baby boy puppy angel apple of my eye aegi sugar pie honey bunch
a/n; he’s boyfriend af…🤤 ok so someone in my asks requested me to write fwb!anton and baby i tried and accidentally wrote fluffy ex!anton oops😓 i will try again don’t worry !
cw: on & off relationship but it’s not toxic !
summary: exaggerating your minor sickness to get the attention of your sweet ex 👀 !
so imagine if dating anton is your ex but you broke up on super interesting terms like. it wasn’t just a mutual falling out of love or whatever. it was messy and mean BUT. you never actually did fall out of love. either of you… *evil laugh*
he’s lucky he’s nowhere near me rn or his dick would be raw from the amount of times he’d be in my mouth
tonddo pls let me in,,we can be poly
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• big ole freak . ִֶָ་. 🍃 ་༘
⌗bigolefreak — sohee and his freaked out girlfriend …
( l. sohee x fem!reader ) • warnings. sexting , language , shotaro is traumatized , they lowkey both freaked out 𓄵 screenshot count. 12 { back to library }
• like a freak . ִֶָ་. ་༘
⌗likeafreak — anton encouraging his freaked out girlfriend freaked out behavior…
( l. anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. mentions of sex , language , sohee mention 𓄵 screenshot count. 9 { back to library }
( request ). loved that lil sohee text post and I need one for anton like wow
FUUUCK
• freak times three . ִֶָ་. 🐚 ་༘
⌗freaktimesthree — being in a poly relationship with anton and shore
( tonddo x fem!reader ) • warnings. sub. everyone lowkey , mentions of head , mxm themes ( happy pride yall 😝 ) , mentions of sex , language 𓄵 screenshot count. 11 { back to library }
( yeni’s note ). everyone wanted one with anton and sohee , so this is sorta like a part 2..
So actually i NEED this!?!??!?!
munch sohee is confirmed after watching him struggle n hurt his wrist trying to stir his abura soba for 3 whole minutes.. cuz ik he ain’t playing in no pussy like that
this threesome morning after ass concept im fucking sick
dear diary... || anton lee
₪ synopsis: when two close friends slowly blur the line between friendship and something more, they decide to keep their relationship a secret to avoid making things awkward in their tight friend group. what they don’t expect is how impossible it is to act normal when one of them is painfully obvious about being in love, and the other keeps getting caught hiding under beds, in closets, and in car meetups just to survive being around everyone else…
₪ genre: fake texts, smau, one!shot au, non!idol, fluff, secret relationship + writing below
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date: october 14, 2025 location: anton’s apartment mood: hiding under beds again
dear diary, i think dating anton is slowly shortening my lifespan, not because of HIM specifically but because our friends apparently think his apartment is a public park. like today i was laying in his bed while he played music and rubbed my back all sweetly when suddenly his phone buzzed: “bro open the door”, i have never seen anton move faster in my life. this boy looked at me with genuine FEAR in his eyes and whispered “baby under the bed RIGHT NOW” LIKE???? so there i was. laying under anton lee’s dusty bed listening to him try to casually talk to sohee while texting me apologies every 30 seconds and mind you i could SEE his feet pacing from under the bed because he was nervous. but dude the worst part was sohee randomly saying “why does it smell nice in here”. i almost actually died ────────────────────────
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date: november 3, 2025 location: anton’s apartment mood: hiding in closets now apparently
dear diary, new development in my horrible secret relationship: the closet is now my secondary hiding location!!!! because apparently anton’s bed frame is built for tiny victorian children and i smacked my head trying to crawl out last week:( but except the closet somehow became worse. today sungchan came over unexpectedly while i was at anton’s place and anton shoved me into the closet with my bag and shoes like i was evidence at a crime scene (will argue with him about this later…) then fuckass sungchan stayed for TWO HOURS. TWO. and u best believe vi was texting anton from inside the closet threatening violence because dude i felt like i was going to die from how bad my knees were hurting omg. also i almost got exposed because sungchan tried opening the closet looking for hoodies, i physically held the door shut while anton yelled “NO NOT THAT ONE”. he sounded so suspicious i genuinely dont know how they still havent figured us out but again sungchan is stupid so it makes sense
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date: january 9, 2026 location: riize dorm living room mood: wonbin count your days
dear diary, park wonbin will be cursed for generations. he has ruined my life all because he casually mentioned he saw “something suspicious” on my phone and NOW EVERYONE THINKS I HAVE A SECRET BOYFRIEND, which yes obviously i do, BUT THEY DONT KNOW ITS ANTON and somehow this turned the entire group into detectives
today they accused: — a random guy who commented on my post — a barista — someone who held the door open for me — literally a cashier
meanwhile my actual boyfriend was sitting beside me acting normal while secretly texting, “why do they think u like him:(” BABY HE HANDED ME A STRAW IDK???????????????
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date: march 11, 2026 location: some stupid party mood: maybe i AM jealous
dear diary, i need anton to stop being attractive immediately because tonight genuinely irritated me. bro we were at this party with everyone and i was already trying very hard to act normal and not stare at my own boyfriend every five seconds when some girl started talking to him, which would've been fine if she wasn’t so obviously flirting. and anton, being anton, looked painfully uncomfortable the entire time, like smiling politely while slowly backing himself into a corner because he genuinely never knows how to reject people without feeling bad. i was watching from across the room with sungchan and sohee and the more flustered anton looked, the more annoyed i got!! especially because this girl KEPT touching his arm while talking and mind you anton looked like he wanted to evaporate. then i saw her ask for his phone and something inside me snapped a little. before i even fully processed what i was doing, i walked right over there and grabbed anton’s arm. like FULL girlfriend mode and said “there u are” and then i looked at the girl and smiled all sweetly, “sorry i’ve been looking for my boyfriend everywhere”
THE LOOK ON ANTON’S FACE
SILENCE
COMPLETE SILENCE
because suddenly sungchan and sohee, who had followed behind me because they’re nosy, were both staring at us weirdly. especially after anton instinctively put his hand on my waist without thinking which made everything look ten times worse. the girl got embarrassed immediately and apologized before leaving and the SECOND she walked away i dropped anton’s arm and went “okay well that solved that” “i only did that because anton looked awkward” “she wouldnt leave him alone” “i was helping” (millions of excuses i started to say) and anton just kept smiling at me in the most annoying way possible. like this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. anyway if we get exposed because i fake-claimed my own boyfriend at a party i’m blaming anton entirely
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date: may 12, 2026 location: anton’s car mood: this feels illegal
dear diary, anton’s car is basically our second home now, which tbh i do like but at the same time it makes me feel dirty and weird whenever i sneak into his car during any event where our friends are around. i feel like hes my boss and im his assistant but he's married with 5 kids but he doesn't like his wife so he's cheating on her with me so we sneak around and his car somehow became our 5-star hotel yk? ANYWAYS as i was saying, every single party ends the same way as one of us texts “wanna leave?” and then we sneak out separately like criminals before meeting in the parking lot. tonight i got into his car and before i could even close the door properly he pulled me into his lap because apparently pretending not to touch me for three hours felt illegal????? we stayed there talking and kissing for so long our phones started exploding with texts asking where we disappeared to. i honestly think everyone already knows and theyre just waiting for us to admit it
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date: june 22, 2026 location: roadtrip bathroom floor mood: emotionally suffering
dear diary, idk why i thought this stupid roadtrip was going to be amazing but omg newsflash, I AM SUFFERING SO BADDDDD. currently hiding in the bathroom as i write this because i need to rant to someone and the person i usually rant to, anton, is sleeping in a completely different room than me ughhhh. but anyways i think anton is suffering emotionally (so am i but i think he's REAAALLY suffering) which would be funny if he didnt keep looking at me like a kicked puppy every time i avoid sitting next to him but i HAVE to because wonbin literally watches us like a federal investigator. today i sat next to shotaro in the car and anton looked genuinely heartbroken, he tried pretending he didnt care but then shotaro put his arm around me jokingly and anton looked away SO FAST. wonbin definitely noticed btw i saw him smirking in the mirror. this trip is going to kill us.
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date: june 24, 2026 location: hotel room mood: one step from exposure
dear diary, sharing a hotel room with your secret boyfriend should honestly qualify as psychological warfare because why is anton being dramatic over not cuddling for ONE DAY, and mind you we are sharing the same room WITH TWO OF THE GUYS????? tonight he texted me from the couch saying that he misses me, mind you we've been together all day dude. but i am a woman at the end of the day…. so i told him to just wait for everyone to fall asleep and he can come cuddle with me. lets see how that goes…
dear diary, I ALMOST KILLED ANTON THIS MORNING.
last night he snuck into my bed and immediately attached himself to me like a koala complaining nonstop about how difficult it was pretending not to love me publicly all day, and this morning i woke up because sungchan was already awake and anton was STILL asleep holding onto me i was literally shoving him whispering “GET UP” and this man PULLED ME BACK DOWN and mumbled “five more minutes”
five more minutes until we both get EXPOSED maybe. but when he did eventually get up sungchan asked why we were cuddling and omg dude my heart felt like it was going to explode, but luckily anton came up with a lie saying how the room was cold and blah blah. i deadass thought we were done for cause bro THE ROOM WAS COLD????? but ofc sungchan took his word for it and agreeded that the room was cold. bless his soul.
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date: june 30, 2026 location: my bedroom floor mood: they know.
dear diary,
they know.
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sypnosis. finally accomplishing the dream of going to college with your long distance best friend , life seems to be at an absolute high so far ! your dormmates are cool as fuck , you're making a ton of new friends , classes are lowkey a breeze , absolutely nothing could go wrong ! that's until you learn more about her family history when going back to her hometown for break and meet her unfortunately cute older stepbrother . now how are you supposed to tell your best friend you've fallen completely head over heels for some down bad loser who's related to her ? warnings. excessive cussing , incorrect timestamps , fat jokes , mentions of drugs , unproofread writing , lmk if there are more ! word count. 578 words directory. mlist⠀prev⠀next taglist. @luvkeiiii @aphantassia @jvngw0nlvr @rawrxnne @adidistupipi @oncyanii @love4yubin @meeoowchi @yougotmeoohlala @tonddosstar @luvvyushii @m1korwia @nishimoona @emislove @xoanton @banez @woonhakworld @sugu81 @jellyousq @rixieisfreaky @sugarwater-cyanide @yuu-kizx @kyubing
anna tanaka had never been someone who could easily speak up. the only reason she'd been able to get so close with you was because of the distance. being vulnerable with someone who you talked to through a screen and in a whole different timezone was easier. one thing she hadn't prepared herself for was the fact that she could no longer do that. therefore, despite knowing she was mostly in the wrong in this situation, she just couldn't get the words out her mouth.
teacher’s pet * j.sc
enemies to lovers | college au | agedup!sungchan | fluff
When you first met Professor Jung he was just Sungchan, ‘the professor’s aide’. Dangerously competent and charming. The new graduate had grabbed the attention of many of the girls in class, including yours. However, whereas the others fawned over his tall stature and handsome features, you fixated on his unreasonable and inexplicable vendetta against you.
Maybe it was payback for getting higher scores than him on the exams freshman year or for quickly becoming one of the faculty’s favorite star students. Whatever the reason was, the act grew old fast. Every test had mild comments of disappointment written in the margins. Every opinion of yours stated in class was given a solid counter argument. Every achievement was marked by hesitant yet genuine praise. Incidents that continued even — especially — while he was your professor.
Nothing improved. If anything, it got worse. On top of the controlled tensions during class, Professor Jung also constantly asked you to stay late after class. Usually under the guise of ‘checking in’ on how you were doing. Nonsense he made up just to psyche you out. Apparently his fragile male ego couldn’t handle a woman getting the same attention and respect he had been given when he was a student.
You were lucky that you had always been at the top of your class, otherwise your classmates would’ve thought something salacious was going on during those extra minutes of class with the well coveted professor. When the truth was you didn’t want anything to do with him.
That’s why you were shocked when Sungchan selected you to be his aide for your final semester of post-grad. Was tormenting you for six years not enough? He needed some bonus credits to finally push you over the edge? If it weren’t for the glowing recommendation and cv filler, you would’ve rejected the offer. But the opportunity of starting off your career with solid experience was too good to pass up. Even if that experience came with someone as infuriating as Professor Jung.
“Dammit!” You hissed, removing the metal staple lodged into the skin of your finger. How you managed to do that you weren’t certain. Though you suspected it had something to do with the relentless criticism from a certain professor, this time about the efficiency of your work. Stapling documents didn’t seem complicated enough to deserve that kind of critique.
“What happened?” You could hear his resounding voice question from his desk, causing your stomach to drop. He was looking up at you, pen hovering over the midterm paper he was correcting. Eyebrows furrowed in slight concern. “Did you staple yourself?” A knowing glint in his eye. You immediately attempted to brush the incident off, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Come here. Let me see,” Sungchan insisted.
After a brief frustrating exchange, you reluctantly made your way over to him. Holding out your now bleeding finger while you sat down in a chair next to him. He spun the desk chair around to face you. Gently reached for your hand, turning it side to side to observe the damage. He tsked in disapproval. “This is why I told you to staple the documents while organizing them. You were rushing, and look what happened.” The man pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, carefully dabbing at the blood.
You let out a sharp breath, refraining from strangling him or yourself. God, why did he pretend to be a gentleman only to act like such a pompous fool? In his stupid navy blue sweater and crisp white button-up underneath. His sleeves rolled up, revealing the prominent veins on his forearms and hands. Fingers adorned with a couple rings. None being on the finger that mattered which drove all the girls in his class crazy.
Crazy. That’s what they were. Who cares that he had a head covered in soft dark brown locks or kind eyes that could pierce through your soul or a pretty smile and a dignified nose? Who cares that he took the time to learn more about his students, to create strong bonds with them and other faculty members? Who cares about the delicate way he held your hand in his and smiled to himself when he caught you staring? You sure as hell didn’t.
“I wasn’t rushing, I was just distracted by all your ridiculous criticisms,” you spat out halfheartedly. Even you didn’t buy the usual bite in your tone. Truthfully speaking, you’d never been this close to him before. Your brain seemed to melt as it shared breathing air with the three audacious brain cells beneath his skull.
“Is that so?” He hummed, tilting his head. Eyes soft and knowing. “Well, I apologize for trying to help my mentee improve her work ethic.” His easy tone unnerved you. So casual the way it mocked your entire existence.
“Please,” you scoffed, jerking your hand out of his grip. The small punctures on your skin were still bleeding. Now stinging from the sudden movement. You grimaced while speaking. “As if you haven’t been ‘trying to help me’ since the day we met. All I’ve gotten from you is criticism and unwanted attention, and I don’t understand why. I’ve never done a single thing to you.”
A low chuckle left his lips, eyes lowering from your face to your injured finger. Carefully, he reached for it again. Gently pressing the fabric to the open wound. “I always knew you were brilliant,” you raised a questioning brow at his comment, now listening intently, “with so much untapped potential that this program wouldn’t know what to do with.” He couldn’t contain the smile that appeared on his face. “But you were stubborn and a bit clueless. You still are.”
You grumbled something about not being that stubborn and his lips pulled into a breathtaking grin. His hold on your hand getting lighter. Almost… affectionate. Something dark and unfortunate settled in your stomach. It made you feel both grounded and like you were floating in air. “See, stubborn. Whether you care to admit it or not, you are who you are today because people like me saw that potential in you and pushed you to try harder.”
A frown formed on your face. Eyes not leaving the dark wood of his desk. “Wow,” your tone sarcastic to its core, “how selfless of you to critique every action I make. To make me feel inadequate and less than based on your stupid fucking expectations. I’m sorry I’m not the absolute image of perfection you were hoping for—“
“Whoa, whoa, Y/N,” he shook his head as you trembled under his touch, reaching for your other hand. You were too caught up in your emotions to notice. Your frustration was evident. “I didn’t mean…” Sungchan cleared his throat. It was the first time you’d ever seen the professional lose his calm demeanor. His concerned eyes searched your face. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way. I just wanted you to stop holding yourself back, to realize you didn’t need anyone’s approval but your own.”
You went to yank your hands away but he stopped you. He wanted you to only worry about your own opinion by over sharing his? This was utter bullshit. “Why do you care so much about what happens to me? I’m not even your student anymore. So why? Cut the bs and just tell me the truth. Why?” You stared up at him with wide frantic eyes. It was time to squash whatever this problem was that you had. You were practically peers now. He didn’t need to keep this up.
Sungchan let out a quiet sigh. A half smile pulling at his lips. “I told you you were clueless,” he spoke softly. Before you had a chance to retaliate he let the handkerchief drop to the floor as he allowed his larger hands to envelop yours. Fingers gently caressing the back of your hand. Breath stuttering, you glanced up from your joined hands to the almost bashful expression on his face. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, you had to look away just to catch your breath. Suddenly everything made sense, yet you had too many questions in your head to know where to begin.
“You… but… what? How?” all you could manage was an incoherent stammer.
“I didn’t know what to make of it when I first realized either,” Sungchan admitted, kind eyes taking in your reaction. “It didn’t seem like a big deal to me at the time, a few years difference didn’t seem like much, but then I took over your class from Professor Kang. It got too complicated. I thought I would get over it — over you — but I didn’t.” He sat up straight, perhaps realizing all at once just how close he’d gotten to you. He created some distance. Hands slowly releasing your own. Subtly licking his lips, he held a more serious expression while he continued talking. “I don’t… expect anything from you. I knew from the day I met you that it was just a fantasy, nothing more. We can continue on like nothing happened.”
Had he really waited six years for you? Your heart churned at the thought of his quiet pining with no way to express his feelings other than grabbing your attention when he could. All those after class chats were real; excuses to talk to you, but real. It was almost pathetic how much you apparently occupied his mind, drove him mad because he couldn’t be at your side. Maybe he had also occupied too much of your own mind. After all, he did look handsome in that navy blue sweater, a white button-up underneath, with the sleeves rolled up.
You didn’t need to say anything. Tentatively interlocking your hands with his again and settling them on your lap was enough. A soft smile on your face, cheeks warm. It was clear you both were nervous. “Or we could talk about this over coffee later?” He questioned with a raised brow, pretty smile showing brightly.
An uncharacteristic giggle escaped you. “I’d like that,” you stated with a nod. Professor Jung; dangerously charming indeed.
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WARNING(S) swearing, suggestive, pet names (baby, babyboo 😭), one kms joke