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If nothing that you like is there, I get random ideas all the time and will add to the list regulary.
STRAY KIDS
OT8- Night Terrors Ou right there! Missing you Having a Black Girlfriend
Bang Chan- The Apocalypse, Chase Me, Calm Down Arguments Emergency Contact Tipsy Translator Arts and Crafts
Wattpad Story- Maxidents Happen
Lee Know- Love Thy Neighbor Order 149 Arguments
Wattpad Story- Close The Door
Changbin- N/A
Hyunjin- Songwriter Songwriter 2 (August 23rd)
Han- You're My Idol Hold My Hand
Felix- Arguments (August 9th)
Seungmin- And They Were Roommates
Jeongin- Follow My Lead I'll Be Back 'round
ENHYPEN
OT7- Dance, Sex Can't Solve Everything Bad Fight and 2 Strip Teasing Enhypen Young Marriage Having A Black Girlfriend Little Siblings Prank Wars Pregnancy Scare My Weird Girlfriend
Heesung- Like Your Little Fan Fictions Winner Winner Arguments
Jake- I Want Your Friend Midnight Drabble You're Dangerous Arguments Enjoy The Ride Girl Dad (August 16th)
Jay- Ms. Independent
Sunghoon- Five Night Stand What I Never Had (September 20th)
Jungwon- Dress Me Up. Where were you? Adrenalin Junky 1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Sunoo- N/A
Ni-ki- Hair Day Show Show Show Arguments Variety Show Your First Time Defend Her The Talk The Confession Exes In Love (September 6th)
ATEEZ
Seonghwa- N/A
Hongjoong- Thighs Drive-Through
Yunho- N/A
Yeonsang- N/A
San- N/A
Mingi- N/A
Wooyoung- N/A
Jongho- N/A
SEVENTEEN
Seungcheol- I'm Stressin'
Wattpad Story- ~Heal Me Babe~
Jeonghan- N/A
Joshua- N/A
Jun- N/A
Hoshi- N/A
Wonwoo- N/A
Woozi- Snowed In Product and 2
DK- N/A
Mingyu- N/A
Minghao- N/A
Seungkwan-N/A
Vernon- Just Casual
Dino- N/A
BTS
Jin- N/A
Suga- Insurance
J-Hope- N/A
Namjoon- N/A
Jimin- N/A
Taehyung- N/A
Jungkook- Found Love (September 13th)
&TEAM
Ot9- I Don't Feel Pretty My Big Problem The Little Things
K- Pushing My Buttons
Fuma- Something New
Nicholas- Listening Party So Sensitive The Cookout Fix Us Nightmares
EJ- Whose Jealous? Not Me. The Cheerleader
Yuma- Don't Touch Me Playing Games
Jo- How You Do It
Harua- Considerate More Than Friends
Ta-ki- N/A
Ma-ki- I Got You
BOYNEXTDOOR
Sungho- Been A While
Riwoo- N/A
Jaehyun- War of Rah (July 26th) War of Rah 2 (August 2nd)
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Synopsis~ These are the little things that make the boys heart swell with love for you. The little things that show they care and listen. The things that let you know your safe, and loved.
Warnings~ NO SMUT! (I'm sorry please don't murder me guys) Fluff, a lot of I love you's, mentions other idols and groups. They be saying freaky shit sometimes tho,
Word Count~5.4k
Part 1
Writing this while drunk asf ngl
I could only use 30 pics so Ma-ki only has one 😔
K
The kisses he gives before he goes.
Yudai is the type to show you exactly how he's feeling. He doesn't waver on you.
When he's leaving for big tours, he always cups your cheeks and gives you the longest, most precious kisses that leave you thinking about him for the rest of the time he's gone.
You genuinely miss him when he's gone.
But, he calls, facetimes, texts, emails, shit, he'll doordash things to your place. He's genuinely always thinking of you.
Even when he's leaving for work in the morning, he kisses you like that.
His goodbye kisses are like sealed fate. It's his way of saying he loves you and thinks about you every day.
It's soft.
His hands come to your face, your eyes full of expectations. He loved the way you looked at him with so much anticipation before every warm kiss.
He always hums gently before leaning in. It's messy, it's hot, it's emotional.
He hates leaving you. Hates walking out on you.
His hand travels down to your ass, scooting you closer toward him. You pull away softly for a breath before he drowns you in his kisses.
He's hard now, but he doesn't have time to pin you down like he wants to.
Instead, he has to settle for the messy kisses he gives you.
His tongue traces over yours, making your head spin. Then, he bites down on your lower lip, opening his eyes to watch you kiss him back with just as much passion.
Then, he pulls away, sighing deeply. "I love you."
You pouted, "I love you too, Yudai." He squeezed your ass with both hands and said, "I'll see you soon?" Your hands are lowering to his warm chest. You could feel his slow heartbeat under your palms. His breath is warm against your forehead.
It was a close, intimate moment. The part of your relationship that only you two do. Kiss so passionately like you'll never see each other again.
You looked into his brown eyes, "Yeah, I'll be home... with no clothes on."
A smile crept on K's face. He whispered to himself, "That's my girl." He pulled away, giving you a kiss on the forehead, and left for work.
Fuma
Watching you be independent
Fuma knows that you're a self-made woman. Your confidence is one of the most attractive things about you.
You worked hard, moving your own things into your new apartment, which you bought with your OWN money.
Fuma didn't help you at all. And that's not because he didn't want to, you were so fucking stubborn.
He was coming over with some takeout. He finished up practice with the boys and wanted to see his girl.
He heard the music blasting from down the hall. He was a little curious about what you were doing in your house.
So, he punched in your code and walked in. There was shit everywhere. You haven't unpacked yet. Your Dad was sitting on the couch, watching you stubbornly sit under the table. You were screwing in some nails for the table.
You looked up, "Hi, baby! My Ikea table came in!"
Fuma placed the food down, bowed at your father, and sat under the table with you.
"I see that."
Your Dad said, "I've been trying to help her, but she's persisting."
You said, "The home will feel more accomplished when I work hard putting it together by myself." Fuma sat next to your Dad, smiling at you.
You asked with a frown, "What?" Your tone was full of attitude. The one he enjoys. The one he never tried to 'handle' or 'fix'.
He only smiled wider. Your Dad said, "I don't know how you deal with my daughter. Makes me feel really unmanly."
You laughed at their conversation. Now they were acting like you weren't there.
Fuma said, "Easy, I just love her with all my heart."
You turned around, pouting, "AWE! Babe! Come here!"
You grabbed him into a hug, and Fuma hugged you back. Your Dad watched, shaking his head. "You two are so cute."
Fuma let his head settle into your neck and sighed.
These moments meant so much to him. Because he's so tired, so exhausted, but you step up and take things on for both of you.
You moved out of your roommate's apartment so you two could have more privacy, so he could feel more comfortable being himself.
Sometimes, he liked just wearing the shirt in the relationship. But you like to say you're not the pants, you're the skirt.
Nicholas
The way he says goodnight.
It was a long day. The kind of day you come home from and just melt into his arms.
Nicholas was watching TV in the living room. You came through the door, didn't even bother saying Hi.
You just lay in his arms, exhausted.
He looked down at you, hugging you so you could be comfortable.
Nicho asked, "Long day?”
You huffed, "You have no idea, baby."
Nicholas said, "Okay, let's shower you and get you in bed. You have work tomorrow."
You groaned, "Don't remind me of my demons."
Nicholas laughed, getting you up to walk you to the bathroom.
He helped you strip, kissing up your shoulders and neck. A soft hum left your throat before you spun around to kiss him.
"Shower together?" Nicholas quirked his eyebrow, "You and I both know that it won't end in showering."
You smiled, "That's okay."
Nicholas cupped your face, "mm, no. You'd get mad at me tomorrow."
You pouted and showered alone. Nicholas waited for you in the bedroom. He had continued his show while he waited for you.
You came out of the bathroom, limping toward him. Nicholas smiled at how dramatic you were. You crawled in between his legs and arms and huffed.
Sleep was near. Nicho's heartbeat was so soothing. Your eyes started to close. Nicholas said, "Wǎn'ān."
You looked up and smiled at him, "Wǎn'ān." Nicholas kissed you softly before resettling into his spot. You got comfortable and fell asleep in seconds.
EJ
Feeding him
EJ is a busy man. You know that.
He has so much more work than the others because he's leading the boys. He's in thousands of meetings in a month. Practicing, managing, singing, performing, consoling, counseling.
He's doing everything.
So, of course, he accidentally skips lunch.
You know your airhead boyfriend, and you knew he was fucked when he left his lunch on your kitchen counter.
So, instead of him eating some fuck ass sandwich, you bought some food for him, you, and the boys.
You took into account everyone's diets, likes, and dislikes.
The drive to the company was short. You walked in, giving them a visitor's pass before strolling into the building.
EJ was in the practice room, sweat dripping from his face as he looked at you from the mirror. The other boys started yelling, "Y/N!" Ta-ki ran over to hug you tightly.
You laughed, "I brought food~," you sang, setting the bag down. Ej smiled, "You saw?" You nodded, "You left your lunch on the counter, and I opened it to see a sad ass sandwich. I bought some for you."
Ej held your hand tightly and kissed your head. "I really love you."
You looked at him, eyes wide. He never says things like that. "Why? What did I do?" He said, "You bought something for the boys, too. I appreciate you so much, baby. I hope you know that."
What you didn't know was that Ej had a long day. It was full of trials, errors, and hardship. It was only lunch, and he was exhausted from the day.
When you brought him something to eat, it really made his day.
So yeah, he told you he loved you and kissed you. He really meant it. He meant it all.
It’s times like these when his heart swells with appreciation. He really thinks to himself, ‘What would I do without Y/N?’
He genuinely believes you’re the backbone. You support the group and manage to uphold him to the leader standard without pressure. You’re like the group manager without the pay. And it’s because you love him back ten times harder.
Jo
Holding Hands
Jo is a shy guy. The complete opposite in the bedroom. Silent, innocent, smiley, cutesy, warm, but shy as hell.
He gets anxious meeting new people, and you're very extroverted. It's how you two started dating.
You were loud and obnoxious, and Jo was... there.
You walked up to him and started yapping away.
You're his safe place. When he gets scared, he holds you in any subtle way he can.
You came on tour with him. You decided to support him for the month and go with him on tour. Jo was backstage, pacing.
This is the biggest show they'd ever done, and he was about to explode in nerves.
Their manager had his headpiece on and was telling everyone they were on at five. The stylist was pressing the clothes, making sure everything was good.
Then, you felt his hand envelope yours. Sweaty, hot, but tight.
He was so scared, terrified even.
You looked at Jo, and he was blushing. His ears were bright red.
You held his hand tighter and said, "You got this. Just do what you did last time."
Jo nodded quietly, "Okay."
He looked you in your eyes, like you were rejuvenating him. Then, he walked toward the stage. You said, "I love you."
He turned, "I love you more, Y/N." K teased, "AWEEE!!!"
Nicho threw his arm around Jo's neck and said, "You're so cute now!"
You rolled your eyes. Jo appreciated the way you were always in his corner. And you loved how you were his safest place. He knew you wouldn't judge or hurt him.
It’s because he trusts you so much that he is the way he is in the bedroom. Why he feels confident to be strong in front of you.
It’s because of how strong of a support system you’ve built for him. And he loves you for it.
Yuma
He gets serious
It's a subtle shift in your posture that makes him pay attention.
You were usually one to say something, to stand up, but this felt impossible.
You were laughing with your friends, hanging out outside together.
Yuma knew your friends, your guy friends, too. They're like your brothers, and he respected your relationships and boundaries.
However, Jason was taking things a little too far.
"Bruh, Y/N literally looks like a creature compared to us." It started as a funny joke. You were different from all the others. You were black, living in Japan. You were a walking difference.
However, Jason was making it seem like, because of that difference, you were uglier than everyone else.
Yuma looked at you and saw your eyes shaking. Your shoulders shrank, your lips thinned, and your hands shook.
That hurt your feelings.
He was laughing with the group, used to the way everyone bullies each other. But even he knew that the joke was too far.
Yuma puffed his chest and turned to Jason, "Alright, bro, you took that too far."
Chloe, another friend, looked at you before looking back at Jason. "Yeah, Jason. You're one to talk about looking like a creature. You told me you have one ball."
Jason's eyes widened, and you laughed obnoxiously at that.
Holy shit, that was something you never expected to come out of sweet Chloe's mouth.
Yuma wasn't laughing, though; he was still slightly upset about how Jason made you feel about yourself.
When you went home, your smiley boyfriend had a sit-down talk with you about how you're beautiful and how much he loves you.
He sees your differences as gorgeous, and he never wants you to lose sight of yourself because of your stupid friends.
Yuma genuinely cared about you. Genuinely wanted you to be happy. So, instead, your heart swelled, and you told him, “I love you.”
Yuma smiled, looking at you. His eyes were genuine with the way they traveled around your facial features. He said, “I love you more.”
You playfully said, “Not possible.” Yuma scooted you onto his lap, his hands coming to your thighs. He laughed, “Anything is possible, Y/N. Like the probability of us getting a full night's sleep tonight is close to none.”
You slapped his chest, “Hey!” He laughed, kissing you sweetly.
Harua
He watches you before he reacts
Harua is a quiet observer, drawn to your predictability and actions.
That being said, you keep him on his toes at times.
There have been times when Harua watches you falter before he steps in, watches you get sad before he gets angry, watches you get excited before he does as well.
He watches how you react before processing his own feelings. Your emotions come first.
Harua was calm. Watching you look around the zoo. It smelt like ape shit, but he was with you, so that didn't matter.
You were tired from shopping, so you decided to go to the zoo instead. This was all completely your idea.
Then, some guy with meta glasses walked up to you, "Hi, are you two dating?"
Harua was ready to answer, but he waited. "Nope, we're just friends."
The man said, "I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometimes. You're gorgeous."
You smiled sheepishly, "Ah, I'm a lesbian... sorry."
The man quirked his eyebrow, "Really? I don't believe you."
Harua watched you, confused about why you were lying so much. You said, "No, I'm being serious. I've only ever dated women. Not interested, sir. Sorry, though."
You dapped him up, then walked off with Harua at a safe distance. Harua asked, "Why'd you lie?" You said, "He was wearing those meta glasses. He was recording us."
Harua smiled, kissing your temple. "I trusted you, too."
You smiled, "Good, you should."
Harua really liked that about you. You always knew best, always stepped up before him. He didn't need to go out there and defend you. You were just there and ready to get shit done by yourself.
He liked how you knew telling that man about your relationship status would get him in big trouble. You didn’t falter for a moment. That didn’t even come to mind.
His heart swelled for you. And so did yours. You loved that he trusted you so much.
Ta-ki
He wants you most
Remember on Ta-ki's birthday when all he asked was for K to be there with him? Yeah, he's like that with you.
He doesn't want anything else in the world but you.
You were his everything.oTa-ki was staring into your soul as you typed quickly on your computer. You hadn't noticed he was staring so hard.
Then you got up to grab a snack from the fridge. Ta-ki was behind you.
You sat back down, and Ta-ki sat with you.
You still were too focused on your computer to notice. You were working hard to finish your essay before turning it in.
Ta-ki wanted to spend time with you; he wanted to talk, but you were too busy.
Instead, he opted to stay quiet and listen.
You pressed submit and looked up. Ta-ki was staring you down like a dog waiting for a treat.
You kissed him, "What are you doing, silly?" Ta-ki smiled, "I was waiting for you. I was bored." You smiled, loving to hear those words from him.
Ta-ki kissed you again and said, "Can we have some time now?"
You giggled, leaning in to kiss him again.
Then, again.
Then, he was on top of you in the bed, innocently making out with you.
This was the moment he was waiting for. The cravings to fulfill his hunger.
You.
However you were, or gave yourself.
He didn't care.
Ma-ki
Quality Time
This is normal for you two.
Getting home late, showering together, and cuddling in bed.
The sheets were soft under your thighs, legs rubbing against his as you watched the TV.
Ma-ki said, "Ah, today was such a long day."
You said, "Was it? What'd you do?"
He said, "Nothing, it was just a long day." You laughed and turned back to the TV.
The two characters were kissing.
Ma-ki's eyes widened, "WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?!"
You slapped him in shock, "REWIND IT!"
You two watched with anticipation, watching the characters build up to that kissing scene.
It was insane.
Ma-ki said, "Three seasons. We waited three years for them to kiss." You nodded, laughing. "Shit, this is crazy."
This was your comfort place.
You cuddled back into his chest as you watched the characters rush their clothes off and make it to the bed for a crazy night of sex.
Contrary to you two right now.
And Ma-ki didn't even look your way. He was too entranced by the love scene.
There isn't a horny bone in his body.
You bit your lip and said, "I'm kinda turned on."
Ma-ki looked down to look at you, "What? Sista, watch the show before we miss something."
You got shut down, but honestly, you didn't wanna ruin this fluffy moment with your horniness.
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Synopsis~ You told him about the baby, and you were making progress in your relationship. But you still had doubts about your abilities to be a mother. The less you told Jungwon, the more he wanted to know. Would you ever tell him what you went through?
Warnings~ Mentions of abuse, drinking, alcoholism, trauma, mentions of trafficking, death, pregnancy, SMUT! Violence, oral (Receiving) rushed sex,
Word Count~ 9.75k
Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt. 3 ____
"Everyone! GATHER AROUND! It's time to cut the cake." Mrs. Yang was screaming at everyone to get in order. You were excited for the baby's gender reveal.
You were one month pregnant. Once you told Alyssa about your pregnancy, she added you to her gender reveal.
She wanted you to find out together.
There were two cakes, one with Alyssa's and one with yours. You gathered that if the babies were the same gender, it'd just be one cake. Since there were two cakes, that meant they were of different genders.
Jungwon was gently holding you by the waist. They handed you the knife, and you cut through yours.
Alyssa screamed. "IT'S A BABY GIRL!" You looked at your cake, smiling softly.
You were having a boy.
Jungwon teared up. Jay slapped his shoulder, "Congrats, bro."
He hugged you tightly. He cried, "Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/N."
You were happy with either gender. But it was a relief that you weren't having a girl. There was less to worry about now.
Jungwon kissed your forehead and said, "I'm so happy." You laughed at his excitement.
The months you two were together, you were looking for homes. Jungwon didn't want to live in the big house alone.
Now you were adding a person to your small family.
You two were actively working on closing your relationship. You hadn't heard from Maria.
Jungwon has been treating you like you were fragile. He didn't let you hold heavy things, clean, get up if you didn't have to, and he checked your daily water intake.
He was in charge of making sure you took all your vitamins for the baby.
You and Jungwon were so in love with each other now. So much so that you two started saying it to each other.
It was the night after you told Jungwon about the baby. You two had a long night of sex, going at it until you were half asleep.
Jungwon was gentle. His eyes were watching you fall asleep before he told you he loved you.
Your eyes widened in an instant.
That meant a lot to you. You held that memory close.
This pregnancy brought you two closer than you wanted. Close to the point where Jungwon strictly sleeps with you.
He doesn't even go to his mother's house. He opts to sleep in bed with you. However, you got a new pillow for your pregnancy. It helps you sleep on your side. Jungwon hates it.
He can't feel your warmth anymore. He can't kiss you while you sleep or feel your stomach.
He's pissed.
You two went home after a long afternoon. You were tired, and your feet hurt. You sat down on your couch, huffing. "I can't believe I'm having a son. Maddie always said I'd be a boy, Mom."
Jungwon pulled your shoes off as you relaxed into the couch.
He sat next to you, huffing. "It was weird to see everyone together." You laughed, "Speaking of, I think Maddie was feeling Jake." Jungwon quirked an eyebrow, "Oh?" You nodded, eating a pickle, "It's his accent for sure."
Jungwon laughed, "She's in for a ride. Jake can be whore-ish." You burst into laughter before speaking. "I think Jake would have his hands full. Maddie is crazy as hell."
Jungwon asked, "Crazier than you?" When you didn't give him a response, he continued, "Don't forget when you swung at Maria because she was flirting with me. Mind you, we weren't official yet."
You poked him, "Felt like we were."
Jungwon nodded, "Felt like we were meant for each other."
Jungwon held you close, kissing your lips gently. You giggled between kisses, liking his scent.
Everything felt so happy and fresh.
Then, your phone buzzed. You pulled away reluctantly. Jungwon carefully watched you bring the phone to your ear, "Hello?"
A familiar voice was on the other end, "I'm outside, open up."
Your eyes widened as you looked at Jungwon. "HIDE!"
Jungwon scrambled, ready to hide, but then he locked in. He whispered-shouted, "WHY AM I HIDING?!"
You said, "It's my Dad!" Jungwon's shoulders widened. "Well, I'm your boyfriend."
You gave him a look of, 'Are you sure?' You opened the door, and there your Dad was. He hugged you, not even noticing Jungwon until he opened his eyes.
Their eyes locked onto each other's. You huffed, "Dad, this is my-" He said, "Husband?!"
You shook your head, "Boyfriend."
Jungwon held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, sir."
Your Dad looked at his hand and ignored it. "I'm visiting for two weeks. I wanted to see my daughter."
You laughed slightly, hating the sound of it. Jungwon smiled, "I'm sure she'd love to have you, sir. I know the city like the back of my hand and-"
Y/N said, "Dad, we talked about this. You can't just barge in whenever you want. I'm busy."
Jungwon's smile faltered. He thought you two were close. He thought you'd be happy to see him. Why were you so angry?
Jungwon stepped up, "Uhm, have you eaten?"
Your Dad continued to ignore Jungwon. He looked at you with a worried expression. "I miss my kid. I'll be at the hotel."
He left, voice obviously saddened by you.
Jungwon felt bad, "What was that about?"
Jungwon shut the door, locking it before walking back over to you. You said, "I haven't told him about you, or the baby, or the kidnapping, or anything..."
Jungwon's eyes widened, "WHY? I thought you two were close?"
You confessed, "Yeah, well, I knew how he'd react. He's overprotective. I hate that about him. If he really wants to protect, he should've protected Mom from drinking. He should've helped me get on my feet. He should've..."
Jungwon pulled you toward him by your shoulder. "Hey... Wanna sit down and talk about it?"
You sighed, "I don't know. Seeing him made me so angry. The way you're treating us is so different from what I've seen at home. My Dad wasn't there. He only came apart of my life out of necessity. Yes, we worked it out in the end, but there's still lingering anger."
You admitted, "I don't want to end up like my Mom and Dad. I'm so scared of being a parent, but I can't imagine leaving my kid, ever. So how could he?"
Jungwon only listened, letting you say everything you wanted without interrupting you.
You were distraught about your childhood, and those same fears carried over to your adulthood. You pray every night that it doesn't follow through to your child.
It's not your Dad's fault, but you wish your life had been different. Jungwon said, "Y/N, you should tell him. About us, about everything."
He pulled you into a tight hug and squeezed you tightly.
He wished he had your problems. He wished he could be angry at his Dad. He wanted to tell you to appreciate your Dad while he's still here, but you weren't ready to hear that.
Jungwon wanted to give you the space you needed to think. So, tonight, he slept at his house.
His mom was up, walking around. For the first time, he felt like things were starting to feel normal. He felt like his mom was healthy.
"Hey, Mom."
She turned around, grabbing her tinsel closer to her chest, "Jesus, you scared the shit outta me!" She looked Jungwon over once again before saying, "I pride myself on giving you my looks, but you look terrible, son."
Jungwon laughed, "I just found out that Y/N never told her Dad about us." He laughed in disbelief before he said, "Y'know, I say that I'm the mysterious one of the relationship, but the more I get to know her, the more I realize she hasn't told me anything about herself."
Mrs. Yang calmly wrapped the tinsel around the Christmas tree. Jungwon said, "Should I ask her about what happened to her as a kid? It'd explain why she's so scared."
Jungwon's mom confessed, "She told me some pretty scary things, Jungwon. I think she doesn't want you to see her like that."
Jungwon quirked an eyebrow, "What? Was her Dad a deadbeat?" The lack of response let him know everything he needed to know. He pulled away from the conversation, "Alright, I'll talk to her about it. I'm going to bed, though. Love you, Mom."
He kissed her head before walking into his bedroom.
Mrs. Yang loved that he was so affectionate these days. You really brought out that side of him. She missed her son being happy.
The next day, your Dad requested to meet with you during your lunch break. You drove to a small pizza shop to talk to your Dad.
He was already there, sitting there sipping a Sprite as he waited for you. You sat in front of him, looking at him.
His eyes were so full of happiness when he saw you. Your Dad wore his heart on his sleeve, and that got him into a lot of bad situations.
That included being with your mother.
"Hey, kid. How are you? I'm sorry for showing up so unannounced the other night."
You nodded slowly, "It's alright, Dad. I've just been a little stressed." You sighed, scared to tell him.
You didn't know whether he was about to crash out or kill Jungwon.
An uneven breath left your chest as your Dad sat there. He was waiting for something. He knew you had something to tell him, and he was waiting. He knew his daughter.
"Look, Dad, I know I'm young, and I just turned 21... but I really built my life by myself. It was a hard thing to do."
Your Dad nodded. You continued, "I met Jungwon at the club. I went with Alyssa, and we danced on the dance floor."
He hummed. He didn't show emotion toward Jungwon. Opting for neutrality.
"We went on a couple of dates, I met his friends, he met mine, we started dating."
You sighed, "I found out I was pregnant a month ago and-" Your Dad's eyes widened. His sprite slipped out of his hands, but he caught it in a second. He held his chest and asked, "What?"
You nodded, "He hasn't wavered on us. We've been looking for homes together and planning our next steps."
Your Dad said, "How does Romeo feel about this- This.... guy?"
You laughed, "He doesn't care, Dad." Your Dad sighed, rubbing his temples. He was trying to figure himself out. Trying to find the right words without pushing you away.
He landed on, "I'm not going to dictate your life. Of course, I'm going to worry. I had you at 16. Your Mom got depressed, and she started drinking when you were ten... life goes in unexpected ways..."
He said, "I'm not saying you'll end up like your mother and me. I'm just begging you to be more careful."
You said, "Dad, I know. I had my childhood. I know what it's like to be raised in a household where things are constantly shit. I'm not stupid."
His shoulders dropped. You continued, "I'm more terrified of turning into Mom than you know." He looked like he wanted to say something, but he quit.
You tilted your head, your eyes growing sadder. "But Dad, you were part of my demons, too. It took a lot to forgive you. And I know it's hard to forgive yourself."
You looked at the people around and said, "You watched and did nothing. Then, you left. You left us, left me. I won't do that to my kid. I won't."
You cried, "Do you have any idea what it's like to run away at 14?" Your dad shuddered, tears welling up in his eyes.
You cried, "What it's like to beg for jobs when you're not even old enough to legally have one?"
You cried, "So yeah, I'm upset at you. I'm sorry, but being pregnant has made me realize how fucked up everything was. I have such a strong love for something that isn’t born yet... So I don't understand how..."
Your Dad cried. His face was stoic, but you saw the tears falling from his eyes. He was upset.
He knew exactly what you were feeling. The self-hatred. The guilt and blame. That feeling when you realize you need to change your lifestyle for someone who relies on you.
That's what he was trying to do, but to do that, he had to get away. He was abused. He was hurt. He was in pain. His wife used to smash bottles over his head and spit on him.
She used to tell him he wasn't man enough. She used to threaten you with alcohol.
It was an addiction that took her out.
Watching her slowly fade on that hospital bed made him feel so horrible. She didn't even know where you were, or if you were alive.
It felt like the old days when it was just the two of them against the world. But it wasn't just them two; he needed to find you.
So when he found you at a construction site, with a hard hat that was too big for your small head, moving huge loads of bricks with your bare hands, his heart broke.
This is what you were doing to make ends meet at 14.
That's how you knew so much detail about homes, because you were doing things like that at 14.
And somehow, you were managing school on top of that.
Your Dad was sobbing at this point. He was so upset with himself for not being there. So upset that he made you feel so insecure that you're scared of motherhood.
But he was thankful that Romeo stuck around. He was the well-behaved one. He looked out for you. He was so relieved when he saw Romeo pick you up and hand you a deli sandwich as you walked to God knows where.
You broke the memories, "I'm sorry, Dad. I-I can't do this."
You arrived back at work. Maddie could see the tear streaks on your cheeks. She was so concerned for you, but you brushed it off and went to work.
You were quiet for the rest of the day. You got home late. Jungwon was silently sitting on the couch.
He turned to look at you, and you caved. "Wonnie... I need a hug."
Jungwon stood up and hugged you so tight your back almost snapped. You cried in his big arms, happy to go home to someone who would take care of you. You were tired of taking care of yourself, tired of being strong.
You needed a break.
Jungwon was the perfect person to break apart in front of. He held you so tightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
You cried, "I told my Dad everything and I- I don't know." Your voice cracked, "I'm so angry at him."
Jungwon sighed. He hated seeing you like this. His eyes stared at the ceiling as he tried to pull himself together.
Jungwon was careful with what he said next. He didn't want to unlock any new trauma for you. He didn't want to force you to think about your old life.
But you had to. You had to heal.
Jungwon asked, "You don't have to if you don't want to... but tell me about your childhood."
You pulled away, eyes burning red, nose threatening to turn red if you kept rubbing it.
Your beautiful brown skin glowed under the warm lamp he put on. He hated the way your eyes were full of so much pain and trauma. He didn't realize how much you held in your heart. Neither did you.
Not until you found out about this baby.
Jungwon was waiting for a response. You asked, "My childhood?"
He nodded, staring at you.
You pulled away, wiping the tears from your eyes. You had mascara all over the place, and your makeup was blotchy, but he still thought you were the cutest person in the world.
You sat on the couch, thinking of where to start.
"Well..."
Flash Back
Your Mom was an alcoholic. She was desperate for anything and was willing to sell whatever she could for a bottle.
Your Dad would always fight with her to stop buying so much. The family had debt, and it was getting harder and harder to pay for things like the Internet bill.
You remember one night being especially bad.
Your Mom was screaming, threatening your dad with a broken bottle as he stood in the corner with his hands up.
Underneath all that addiction was still his wife. That's why he stayed. He believed that.
But that night, he realized she wasn't coming back.
He couldn't save you. He didn't have the money to afford himself and you. So he packed his things that night and left.
He had to believe you'd be okay, because if you weren't... he'd never forgive himself.
He hoped you could fix her. But you ran away soon after.
Through it all, one person stayed by your side.
Romeo.
You remember the rush of packing your things and running for your life away from that house.
You remember trying to climb up the window and falling so many times. But Romeo saw you. He opened the window and helped you up.
He said, "What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?"
You were sobbing. Romeo was panicked, looking for cuts or bruises. You said, "I ran away. My Mom... she tried to sell me to these men. I heard her on the phone working out a deal."
Romeo's eyes widened. He hugged you so tightly that you could suffocate. But he whispered, "You're safe here."
He put his hands on your shoulder and said, "I'll tell my mom."
You shook your head, "No! They'll call the police, and I'll be in a foster home. That's the worst. I'll get a job."
Romeo reasoned, "Job?" He furrowed his eyebrows, "You're not old enough to get a job, Y/N. What the fuck do you mean?"
You cried, "It's New York. I'll find a place."
Romeo sighed, letting you sleep over in his room. But when he woke up, you were gone.
You didn't have a phone, means of transportation, or clothes.
He was terrified. He went to school and worried about you the entire day.
The first period went by, and he was in class, anxiously staring at the door.
But you came in. You were late.
You're never late, so the teacher was obviously very concerned.
You said, "Sorry for being late." You sat next to Romeo and winked at him. "Where the hell were you this morning?"
You smiled, "Decided to look for a job. Found a construction place that hired me on the spot." He said, "How did you-"
You smiled, "I work on Weekday mornings. So I'll be gone for the first period for the rest of the year. I have to find a way to get an excused absence."
You sighed, "But I'll still be able to make it to second period. Then, I'll go-"
"AHEM? Y/N, you're at the top of my class, but that doesn't excuse you from the lessons. You two, Romeo. English is an essential part of culture and life."
You groaned, "Yes, Ms. Choi."
Jungwon interrupted the flashback, "Hm, Choi is my Mom's maiden name."
You looked at him, "Really? Yeah, Ms. Choi was the best teacher."
You continued with the story.
Flash Back
You and Romeo paid attention for the rest of the class. The rest of your conversation took place in the hallway.
You went to your locker to grab your Science stuff. "See you at lunch?" You nodded, "See ya! Hopefully, when I make enough money, I can buy a phone."
Romeo said, "How are you even going to get paid? You don't have a bank account." You laughed, "I get paid in all cash, buddy."
Romeo found that very amusing.
For the next month, it was the same routine. You got up early for work, around 2 AM. You'd work until 8 AM and make it to your second period just in time.
But Ms. Choi noticed the absences. But instead of reporting them to the school, she marked you as present and requested a meeting with you during lunch period.
You were upset about missing lunch.
You walked into her classroom. A Chipotle bag sat on her desk.
"I got you a chicken bowl from Chipotle. Sorry for asking for you during lunch."
Your eyes went wide, "Seriously?! Did I win the lottery?!" She laughed, "No, Y/N. Where have you been this past month?"
Your eyes widened, and you looked away. Your hands faltered from the bag. Instead, she grabbed the bag, tearing it open to hand it to you.
"Y/N?" You blinked back tears and looked at her. "I got a job." Her eyes widened, and her eyebrows raised. "What? How?"
You shook your head, "I ran away from home because my Mom was trying to sell me to these people for money to fund her alcoholism."
You turned away, "Don't worry. I sleep at Romeo's place every night, and I eat lunch, and Romeo saves me some dinner."
She said, "That's really serious... are you sure you want to keep living this way?"
You nodded, "I don't know Ms. Choi. It's fun. Working, I mean. I feel like I'm so independent now. And nobody is telling me what to do or how to spend my money. I'm free."
You said, "My Dad left me."
Ms. Choi's eyes began to water as she said, "Understood. As far as I'm aware, you're keeping track of all your school work, and your grades haven't wavered. You're dismissed."
You smiled, took your bowl, and thanked her before running off.
However, when that door closed, she cried. You were such a strong kid and didn't deserve this life.
She went through the documents and found your father's name. She made a call that night.
But your story didn't stop there.
You moved in with your Dad. He was really guilty, and you were really angry at him. You'd go from school to Romeo's house. You didn't spend much time with your Dad.
He made you quit your job. Something you didn't appreciate.
But he also gifted you a phone.
The only contacts you had were Ms. Choi, Romeo, and your father.
Your Dad wasn't worried for you because of how much you cared about school. So instead, to get noticed, you'd get caught doing bad things.
Breaking into cars and taking them for a spin, graffiti, hanging with gang members, being in possession of cigarettes, though you've never smoked, and illegal drinking. You'd blast hateful songs in your room and be so angry at him.
But you learned to forget. But you never really forgave him. Thoughts of how could you? Built in the back of your head. Until later, you exploded on him.
Ms. Choi became somewhat of a mother to you, and she was the one who got you the position at your Real estate firm. And dammit, she was probably the reason you became the CEO as well.
You were never angry at Ms. Choi for calling your Dad. You were smart enough to know your plan was going to go to shit eventually. But it worked in the moment.
You grew up to be a better person until the end.
Ms. Choi passed away in a traffic accident. And of course, that broke you in a way you never thought possible, but you were okay. Why? Because she believed in you and knew you would be.
You had to prove to her that you could be better.
And you made her proud before she died.
Jungwon was brought to tears by your story.
He cried with you for about an hour before you two even spoke to one another.
You were now in your first trimester. Ever since that talk, Jungwon has been showing more of a human side to you. Your Dad left to give you some space to process everything.
This marks the first time you'd get to see your baby.
Romeo was there with you as well.
Since you told Jungwon what happened to you as a kid, his respect for Romeo skyrocketed. However, Romeo isn't overly expressive. He opted to shrug off his actions and simply said, "I care about her."
The nurse put the cold gel over your belly, and you tensed. The nurse said, "Just relax for me a little." You smiled, "Sorry, I'm just so nervous."
She smiled, "Me too." You laughed a little at your nurse and checked the screen. Nothing was there yet, still, she hadn't put the light on your tummy yet.
Romeo said, "Have ya'll thought about names for my Nephew? I was thinking, Kareem."
You laughed, telling the nurse, "He's dating my best friend, and they're also having a baby. He's naming his daughter Karina."
Your nurse laughed, shaking her head, "You might be my funniest patient."
You smiled, "Yeah, Romeo, I'm funny." He rolled his eyes and looked at her, grabbing the equipment so you could see your future son.
The camera landed, and you began to cry instantly.
Jungwon liked how much you cried during pregnancy; it was so adorable to him. Yesterday, you cried about the movie you were watching. A little girl dropped her ice cream in the movie, and you sobbed for like twenty minutes over it.
Romeo said, "Damn, that baby's gonna have your big ass forehead." You laughed while sobbing your eyes out. The nurse held in a laugh as she moved around everything. "Okay, looks very healthy. We'll send you the picture of this beautiful baby boy and some vitamin recommendations."
You continued crying all the way out of the hospital. Romeo cringed while looking at you. He offered an awkward hug before dapping up Jungwon. "Alright, see you later, bruh." Romeo patted your head worriedly before walking to his car.
He's never seen you cry this much. Not even when your teacher died. It was a little funny.
Jungwon helped you in the car, knowing you were sore from the growing baby. You held your stomach protectively. "We haven't even given him a name yet! I'm so upset!"
Jungwon said, "Alright, why don't we give him a Korean-English name?"
You said, "I was thinking of making his middle name Choi. Is that weird in Korea?"
He smiled gently, trying his hardest not to upset you, "A little... but that's alright. It's normal for us!"
You threatened to cry more, but Jungwon said, "Hey, hey~ You can do whatever you want! It's your baby!"
You cried, "It's OUR baby!" He nodded, "Right, sorry."
He nervously put the car in drive and began the drive home. You got into bed instantly, tired of the day.
Maddie was holding down the office for the day while you rested up.
You weren't that pregnant, but you felt like absolute shit all the time. Between having to pee all day, morning sickness, the stupid pregnancy cravings, and tender boobs, and on top of all of that, you've had more discharge than usual. Jungwon was trying his hardest to make you feel pretty, but it wasn't really working.
You turned to your side and huffed, "Wonnie~ Can I get my Nutella pickles please?"
He said, "I'll even cut them up for you, honey."
You walked out of the room, and you were tearing up again. "That's so nice..." You began to cry again, and Jungwon sighed, "Aw, baby, why are you crying?" You said, "You're so sweet to me!"
Jungwon laughed, "Well, I love you." You cried harder, hating how much you were crying because of your stupid hormones.
Jungwon stepped back to cut your pickles so it'd be easier to dip them into the Nutella jar. The one labeled, 'pickle Nutella'.
You were just crying all the time. Alyssa was in her sixth month, so she was on top of the world.
She's waddling, but she's still working in her office. Your pregnancy was taking the life out of you. Little Kareem was sucking the life out of you.
Your eyes widened, "Should we name the baby Kareem? It's kind of cute." Jungwon smiled, "I like it."
You said, "Since he's half asian he'll be a light-skinned baby. Maybe when he becomes a teenager, we can give him the blonde highlights with the curly hair."
Jungwon laughed at you. You were being silly now. Jungwon said, "If that's even a trend anymore, then sure."
Jungwon kissed you, passing you the plate of cut pickles. He found it so strange, and at first he thought you were lying.
However, you were tearing up those damn pickles and Nutella. It was disgusting.
You asked, "You want some? You've been staring." You had Nutella all over your fingers. Jungwon shook his head, "Nope. That's all you."
You smiled, "More for me!" You grubbed to your heart's content before Jungwon put you down for a nap. In a way, it felt like Jungwon already had the baby. That baby was you.
Pregnancy was taking you out. But you were so cute, and the belly was getting a little bigger. He'd like the mommy fat on you. He couldn't wait for it, actually.
He was so in love with you.
But he didn't know there were people trying to break that love. People who were trying to ruin it for you.
Not until your fifth month of pregnancy.
Almost everything was normal on the day. The only thing that wasn't was Jungwon not answering his calls. He's usually good about answering, and if he doesn't, he'd give you an explanation the night before.
Like, "Hey, I have a big meeting tomorrow." Or, "Hey, I'm going out of town, and I have to keep my phone off. Text the boys if you need something."
Even, "Baby, my phone died." But there was nothing. Complete radio silence.
You've got to work, furrowing your eyebrows with worry. Maddie noticed, "Hi, what's wrong with you?" Her voice came out a little harsh, but she was too focused on you to care.
You said, "Ah, nothing. I have to call Alyssa, she's super pregnant right now." Maddie laughed, "What does that make you?"
You carefully stay in your office. However, you were still anxiously peeking at your phone. Maddie noticed that you were working more slowly than usual.
She walked in and asked, “Hey, what’s up with you today?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at your lap.
You were upset and still thinking about Jungwon.
You looked up at Maddie and said, “Jungwon… he hasn’t called. I don’t know, I’m starting to get anxious. This is the most time we’ve spent apart.”
Maddie smiled, “Aw, maybe he’s busy being a CEO.” You laughed in disbelief.
“Yeah, well, even when he was, he texted.”
You stood up, “I’m going for lunch.”
You got up to drive to Jungwon’s place. Would that mean that lunch would be two hours long? Yes.
You’ll just stay an extra hour after work.
You got out of your car, and the sound of your door slamming and keys jingling trailed behind you.
You knocked, and Evie opened it. She was clearly on her way out with Mom.
“Hey? I thought you had already come in? I heard the door open earlier, figured it was you.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, “It was probably Heeseung. He texted the group chat saying he was coming over to pick up Jungwon’s documents.”
Evie quirked an eyebrow, “Heeseung isn’t here. He’d usually pop in and say hi.”
You said, “Then who came in?” You pushed through the door, not waiting for a response.
You stormed into Jungwon’s room, and you saw her.
Maria. She was barely dressed, and Jungwon was knocked out on the bed.
You yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Evie pulled you back. You were about to beat her ass. Evie said, “You’re pregnant! The baby.”
You relaxed, but you were still livid. “What’s going on in here?”
She said, “He came onto me.” Evie said, “Why isn’t he waking up then?” She walked over to Jungwon and slapped his face.
He groaned, “Maria…” Your heart shattered. Hearing her name escape his lips breathlessly was a horrible feeling.
You sobbed instantly, “You’re a bitch. And so is he. I’m five months fucking pregnant.”
Maria laughed, “Yeah, well, he didn’t want it after all.”
You walked away. Evie chased, but you pushed her away, too.
You went back to work, and Maddie knew. “What did he do?”
You pulled her into a hug and cried, “He fucking cheated on me with Maria.”
Her eyes went wide, and anger filled her heart. “I’ll kill him.”
Jungwon’s POV
Jungwon woke up feeling very unusual. He decided to go home so you wouldn’t get sick. He didn’t want to hurt the baby.
He left quietly. He knew how rare it was for you to get any sleep with the soccer-ball-player baby resting in your tummy.
He pressed a kiss to your face and left a cute note on your fridge.
The same note you didn’t notice as you walked out of the house.
He got home and sat down on his bed. His phone was dead, so he began to charge it.
It lit up, and just when he was about to text you, his door opened.
Maria was standing in his doorway. He bit, “How’d you get in here?”
She smiled, “Just walked in, Wonnie.”
She swayed before pouting, “I’ve got bad news, though. I think I’m pregnant…”
Jungwon rolled his eyes, “The fuck are you? We haven’t had sex in seven months.”
She smiled, “You’ve been counting? Ugh, you’ve always had a weak spot for me.”
Jungwon shook his head, “I don’t. I was bored, and you were desperate and easy. I’m with the love of my life now. It’s that simple.”
Maria smiled, “But Jungwon, we’re meant to be.”
He sniffled, “Get out of my room or I’ll cough in your face.” She laughed, “Fine, but let's take a shot like old times.”
He furrowed his eyebrows, but he saw Maria reach for one of his bottles. He untensed and allowed Maria to pour the liquor.
She slipped it over to him and drank her own shot.
And that’s all he remembers from that day.
The next day, he woke up with a bad feeling. He realized Maria must’ve drugged him somehow.
When he looked at himself, he saw his pants unbuckled and his shirt open.
He felt… violated.
He covered himself with disgust. A really bad feeling shot through his heart. It felt like you were hurting.
He called, and you didn't answer. He huffed, getting out of bed. His body felt off. Not sore, but just... off.
He stretched, looking around his room for anything suspicious. He doesn't remember anything that happened yesterday. He was confused about how he fell asleep so hard.
He looked in his bathroom mirror and brushed his teeth. He was about to go to your place. It was a Saturday, and you normally sleep in. Maybe you fell asleep.
He felt odd about driving. Something was telling him he shouldn't. He looked for Evie, but she was nowhere to be found. He called her, and she picked up. "What?" Her voice was sharp.
He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the phone. He solved his issues with Evie. After you corrected him for the fortieth time, he realized treating Evie like a friend mattered.
Jungwon got to your house and knocked.
The door opened, and he was met with a fist to his face.
Romeo just punched the absolute shit out of him.
He held his jaw, feeling blood flooding his mouth. He spat it out on the tiled floor in the building's hallway.
"What the fuck was that for?!" Romeo yelled, "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"
He heard you crying on the other side. He got progressively more concerned. "What's going on? What's wrong with Y/N?"
Romeo looked Jungwon up and down. Genuine disgust danced on his face. He was disturbed by how oblivious he was acting.
"Seriously?! After everything she saw yesterday? You have the nerve to pretend everything is normal?"
Jungwon rubbed his head, "I don't know what you're talking about! I don't remember anything from yesterday. It's fuzzy, and every time I try to remember, my head gets fuzzy."
Romeo crossed his arms, "Go home. You've hurt her enough." Jungwon's heart was pounding. Why was everyone so hell-bent on accusing him of something he doesn't remember?
"Please, let me talk to her."
Romeo shook his head. Jungwon admits that he respects Romeo for being so protective, but he seriously wasn't in the mood for it.
Jungwon pushed through Romeo, but Romeo was strong. He grabbed Jungwon by the shirt and shoved him to the ground. He was about to throw another punch, but you were standing behind the couch.
You were crying, hugging yourself. "S-stop." Your voice cracked as you wiped your tears. "I was already insecure enough about everything. Getting pregnant by you, dating someone I have to lie about, we hadn't even told each other we loved each other yet... but I still believed in you. And yet..."
You cried, "Maria? Really? Out of all people to cheat on me with, you chose Maria?"
Jungwon felt like absolute shit. His face saddened as the realization of it all hit him. You thought he cheated on you.
Jungwon said, "Tell me what happened? What did you see?"
You don't know why. But he felt so honest, so caring. Like he was truly innocent.
You breathed out quietly, "You didn't answer my calls, so I went to check on you. I found Maria on top of you while you were blacked out."
Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, really trying to remember what happened last night.
Bits and pieces were coming back slowly in that moment. Jungwon said, "I was drugged. She drugged me." Romeo scoffed, "Sure, buddy. You're a grown fucking man! OWN UP TO YOUR SHIT!"
Jungwon yelled, "I'M BEING SERIOUS! T-tell Alyssa to check my room! INVESTIGATE ME! Draw my blood! I would never cheat on someone like you, Y/N. You're the love of my fucking life! You're the only person I know I can't lose. The only person I want to live every day with."
You were shaking with some kind of fear. Seeing him speak so desperately was making you scared. He was trying to defend his case, but you were still unsure.
Still, you quietly said, "Okay. I'll send Alyssa to search your room." Romeo looked at Y/N like she was an idiot, but he held that in.
Alyssa walked out of Y/N's bedroom. "I'll send you to the precinct to get your blood drawn to test for drugs, and I'll check your room."
Jungwon said, "I woke up with my pants unzipped and my shirt open with no recollection of yesterday. I had to have been drugged...right?"
He was scared to know the truth. What if he were really capable of cheating on you? You were just going to have to find out together.
Alyssa, pregnant and all, waddled through Jungwon's room. Her eyes squinted around for any clues. She didn't find anything, so she turned around.
Jungwon was nervously standing at the door and asked, "Nothing?
Alyssa glanced around the room, "Yeah-" She stared at the one glass sitting on his desk.
She picked it up with a pair of gloves and swished the glass around. Inside was a substance.
"I'm going to send this to the lab to get it run." She looked back at you, braids trailing behind her. "Stay away from Y/N until then."
Jungwon said, "I thought the law says that you're innocent until proven guilty." Alyssa looked him in the eyes. No other words were exchanged.
Her eyes spoke for her. Letting him know, if he spoke again, she would trash that glass in her hand without a second thought.
That glass was the key to getting his girl back.
She walked past Jungwon, huffing with annoyance. Jungwon plopped on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his hands over the fabric of the comforter.
The thoughts of you and him cuddled naked in the bed flashed in his mind.
Happy, cuddly, warm. IN love.
Now, just like that, he lost you.
But everything was going to be okay. Alyssa finally had the clue. Who knows where you were, or what you were doing?
But he hoped you weren't crying.
Y/N's POV
You were quiet the whole day. In your office, thinking about your boyfriend.
If he really loved you, why had he done this?
He was the epitome of commitment. Planning dates, telling you about houses he'd like to buy, quitting the dangerous lifestyle for your baby.
He was doing everything, yet he still cheated.
He hurt you so bad. And your life has dealt you nothing but 7's and 2's. What was the point of believing him? He could lie. Everyone has lied to you, everyone has hurt you, and everyone has failed you.
Everyone has left you at some point. And at those times when you were at your lowest, you were always the one to pick yourself back up.
This baby may have taken two people to make it, but he only needs one parent to raise him. That's going to be you.
You held your stomach to comfort yourself and the baby.
You felt so horrible. Tight in places, aches in others, but you still came to work.
Five months pregnant, and you feel like you're already about to pop.
You hadn't talked to Jungwon in a week.
Alyssa hadn't mentioned anything about him. I guess she didn't find anything in her search of his room.
Jungwon swore he didn't cheat, but there was nothing proving him right.
Maria had gone MIA. Maddie went on vacation for the next month, and you were alone in your office.
This is what it was like before you hired her.
Before Mrs. Bell offered you this spot. You'd be here in the wee hours looking for more homes to offer.
You'd dig until you couldn't any longer.
It was currently 3 AM. You had to sleep for the baby's sake. You were dozing off in your office, nothing but a lamp keeping the room illuminated.
That was until you heard the elevator ding outside.
You stood up, scared. You locked the office door and called him on instinct.
"Hello?" You cried, "Jungown. I think someone is trying to break in. I need you at the firm, now."
He huffed, "Thank god, I'm 2 minutes away."
The door to your office firm opened. On instinct, you hid in the cabinet under your sink. You might be pregnant, but you were still small enough to fit in the cabinet.
You turned your phone to silent. Not even a vibration.
You didn't want any chances of getting caught.
You turned down your brightness and took a shaky breath.
Your office door opened, and your heart dropped.
You opened your phone and texted him frantically. Jungwon was running up the flight of stairs.
He busted open the office door, and you hugged your legs closer to the wall so you wouldn't accidentally open the cabinet door.
Jungwon's voice was firm, "What the fuck are you doing here with a knife, Maria?!"
She spat, "I killed her and that damn baby! Can't you see?! She's in the way! In the way of us! She shot my fucking Dad, and had the fucking nerve to take you from me! That night we had was special!
He yelled, "The night 9 months ago or the night you fucking drugged me!?"
She laughed, "Alyssa couldn't trace the drug because it doesn't exist. My Dad's little gang of people made it. It's a new drug that they're selling in the market. You'd know that if you didn't leave for that fucking baby."
Jungwon was angry now. "Are you fucking kidding me!? YOU RUINED MY LIFE FOR SOME STUPID SHIT LIKE THIS? MY FUTURE WIFE AND SON? YOU'RE DAD WAS A BITCH. A WEAK ASS WHO COULDN'T HANDLE NOT HAVING POWER FOR HIS FUCKING SELF. I EXPOSED THAT. IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM HE CROSSED THE WRONG FUCKING PEOPLE."
He snatched the knife and pointed it at himself, "If you wanna prove you're nothing like your punk ass father, then do it. Stab me, right here in the fucking chest."
He laughed, "It won't hurt more than you've already hurt me."
You were shaking in the cabinet.
Should you come out of there to save him? He really didn't cheat on you. He's your Jungwon.
Adrenaline shot through your veins, just like old times.
You sighed, feeling that high again.
You burst out of the cabinet unexpectedly and said, "Looks like I have to punch your dumbass again to teach you another fucking lesson."
You swung hard. You heard a crack as she fell to the ground.
You definitely broke her nose this time.
You shook your head of the pain and said, "Well, at least she gets to get another nose job."
Jungwon hugged you tight, and for the first time, you felt him panicking.
He was scared to death.
"I-... you're safe. I thought she killed you." He began sobbing; his heart was beating so fast.
This was the cry of a man who truly was in love with you. Someone who was so scared of losing you that he was willing to die.
You began crying too, hating how much pain he was in.
Jungwon kissed your head desperately, "Let's call the cops and get out of here."
Jungwon pulled you behind him, grabbed the knife from Maria's unconscious body, and held it with you. You were calling the cops in that moment.
You shuffled in your sleep as you felt Jungwon's spot empty.
He was whispering a song to your son. It was in Korean, a language you rarely heard him speak around you.
You didn't know he knew how to sing.
You turned to your side and said, "You're a great singer."
Jungwon tensed, laughing slightly.
You've been together for an entire year. Your son was only a month old. He was growing more into his handsome little features. You decided to name your son Ace Choi Yang.
Ace was the symbol for something so violent before it became a symbol for your beautiful baby boy.
Jungwon came up with that name as soon as he looked at him. Ace.
It was always there, always present.
Jungwon was shocked to find out you got a tattoo of an ace on your wrist. It was small and just a show of loyalty to your new family.
Jay was the happiest uncle alive. He was so soft with babies.
The day you gave birth, Jungwon said he went to the hallway to the vending machine and saw Jake and Maddie making out.
Obviously, the two of them are still pretending it never happened, but everyone knows what happened.
But seeing Jungwon as a father was the most healing experience.
He was nothing like your father, just gentle, warm, and present.
It was healing to know that you weren't anything like your mother. You were patient and protective.
Heeseung calls you a helicopter parent.
You've hit him a couple of times for that. You just want to make sure Ace will be okay when you leave him alone with 6 other gang members.
Romeo is busy being a father, but he's having fun being an uncle as well.
Jungwon was reluctant to Romeo at first, but they've grown to really like each other.
Jungwon cooed the baby and slowly put him down into his crib.
You got scared about leaving him alone in his room, so he sleeps in your bed until he's old enough to get his own room.
Jungwon lay next to you and said, "Go to sleep, honey. You work too hard."
You cuddled into his chest, "Do I work too hard, or are you not working hard enough?" His eyebrows raised as he laughed. "Oh, really? That's gonna earn you a punishment."
You giggled, "No! Not in front of the baby!"
He groaned, "You say that every night." You poked his nose. "To be fair, my stitches were healing."
Jungwon huffed, "The doctor said it's safe for us to get freaky again."
You huffed, "Hey, I just had that thing over there, slip out of my vagina with nothing but discharge and a dream."
Jungwon laughed, rubbing your belly. It hasn't gone away yet; however, you have been farting up a storm. Jungwon thinks it's so funny when you fart loud as hell.
You've also been burping after every meal like your son.
Jungwon said, "I'm teasing you, honey. Take your time. You don't need to rush it."
You cupped his face, "You're still attracted to me? After everything?"
Jungwon laughed, "Why wouldn't I be? You gave me something I love so much that I'm willing to die for it."
He turned on his back, "When Ace was born, I felt this immediate bond. Like, he was something I had to protect with my entire life. That's thanks to you."
You smiled, cuddling closer. "That's sweet, baby." You sighed, thinking about something else.
There was comfortable silence for a little bit before Jungwon asked, "What's on your mind?" His chest rumbled. You sighed, "My Dad's coming over tomorrow to see Ace. I haven't really faced him since the last time."
Jungwon rubbed your arm comfortingly. "Being A father has taught me something. I didn't give my son the opportunity of having a wise, silly grandpa. He's only going to have one, that's yours."
He looked at your head on his chest and asked, "If you want to truly heal from this. Give Ace the grandpa he deserves to see. The one that's healed. I wished I had a Dad to forgive."
You hummed, and Jungwon hummed back.
You two fell back to sleep.
If you told yourself three years ago that you'd be planning a wedding with the guy you danced with at the club on your birthday, you wouldn't believe it for a second.
But that was the case. Jungwon asked to marry you. Ms. Yang, or as you now call her, Mom, was sitting on your couch looking through your photo albums.
"You didn't have a lot of pictures of yourself."
You laughed, "Well, we were poor, Mom."
Jungwon shook his head with a sigh. You looked at the picture you took with Mrs. Choi and smiled, "This was the last picture I took with Ms. Choi."
Jungwon's mother peeked at the photo, "Let me see?"
She grabbed the photo, and her eyes widened. Her vision went blurry as tears fell down her face.
Jungwon stood up, "What's wrong, Mom?"
His mother said, "This was my sister. She died a couple of years ago. We were very close. The first of many losses in my life."
Jungwon looked at your face. It was shocked.
Ms. Yang always reminded you of someone, but you could never put your finger on it. Now you can.
They were sisters.
Jungwon hugged his mother close and said, "Mom, take a break. Get some lunch."
He gave her his card and said, "You need it."
She stood up, "I do. I'll be back in an hour."
Over the course of three years, Ms. Yang has gotten better. So much better.
Ace was a miracle baby in many ways.
Ace ran downstairs and said, "Halmeoni! I wanna come!"
Jungwon said, "You don't want to spend time with us, son?" He said, "No."
And he ran off holding Mrs. Yang's hand.
Ace was so free. His hair was so long and curly, his eyes were almond and big, just like his father's. His nose was round like yours, and he had your attitude.
He loved adventure and being in dangerous situations. However, he was very calculated about everything, like his father.
He planned, you pursue. He was like you two in many ways.
Jungwon said, "That kid gives me a run for my money every day."
You laughed, "Well, he gets it all from you."
Jungwon crossed his arms, "Really? That's what we're going to lie about now?"
You giggled, punching his arm playfully.
He pulled you into his chest, smiling at you. "You're so beautiful. And the mother of my child. Speaking of, do you want another one?"
You said, "And be pregnant on the wedding day? I think not."
He asked, "Okay, after that?"
You smiled, "Why not. We can handle it."
Jungwon kissed you, "He can't play with Star forever. The two of them definitely have a crush on one another."
You laughed, "I know, Romeo keeps telling me to keep Ace away from his daughter. He says it's weird incest stuff because they're cousins."
Jungwon laughed, "They aren't related in any way."
You laughed, "You tell Romeo that."
Jungwon held your waist, rocking you two. He took a deep breath and asked, “So… how long do you think they’ll be gone for?”
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Well, it’s our son. They’ll definitely walk past that ice cream shop he loves, and he’ll ask for it.”
Jungwon said, “And my mom gives him everything he wants. She’ll pretend to make it a teachable moment about being good and getting awards.”
You nodded, “Then Ace is going to procrastinate. Which reminds me, we have to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.”
Jungwon nodded, “I’m blaming the ADHD on you, by the way.”
You gasped, “Bitch! You’re literally the king of ADHD. What the fuck goes on in that head?” He picked you up playfully, “I don’t know. I just think about making you laugh all the time.”
You rolled your eyes. He carried you to the bedroom and put you on the bed. “How do you want me today? Hm? Rough? Gentle?”
You bit your lip, loving how he talked about it. “Mm, I don’t know. Both?
Jungwon laughed, “You definitely think I’m Jesus.” You smiled, “You turn water into money.”
He laughed at the callback to that joke.
Memories of you two from the past three years flash in his head. You were genuinely the love of his life.
Jungwon played with the straps on your bra. He peeled them off, softly replacing your clothes with kisses.
You whimpered unexpectedly. Jungwon peeked at you, “Yeah? That's horny already?”
You pushed at him, but he didn’t budge. You were weak for him. Jungwon laughed, pinning your wrist above your head.
He rubbed his thumb gently over your tattoo. Jungwon kissed your neck and trailed down to your abdomen.
“So soft.”
You hummed back. He kissed your clit, softly. His mouth between your beautiful lips. His tongue traced your hole before swiping over your bud. He flicked his tongue over it for a moment before sucking on it.
You squeezed the sheets between your hands before you let loose.
Jungwon groaned, “So fucking sweet.”
You bit your lip.
Jungwon rolled his finger into your cunt. You squirmed, feeling like you were gonna cum any moment.
You clenched around his finger and came.
Jungwon was shocked by that. It usually takes more than that. You were just especially sensitive today.
It had been a while since you two… but he thought you didn't mind.
He’s seeing that you definitely did mind.
Jungwon climbed over your body. He pushed his pants down right below his ass. He pulled his dick out of his underwear.
He was quick to angle himself into your hole and push through your walls.
You covered your face, moaning into his neck.
“Ah, fuck.” Jungwon looked at you, peeling your hands away from your face.
Jungwon got stronger than you. All those times before when you'd shove him, and he'd be shocked, were over now.
You think it was because you started to learn to rely on him more. On people.
You've only ever relied on Romeo, and he’s never outwardly friendly. He showed things through actions. That's what made you trust him so much. However, Jungwon used his words. You had to learn that he meant what he said. You had to learn that he kept his promises.
You really liked that. You liked that he promised you things.
Jungwon pushed through your walls, and you shook under him.
His breathing was soft. His dick reached your spot without any struggle. Easing in and out of you.
You were squelching with every movement, pussy wet enough to start a water park.
He kissed your neck, sucking on your bottom lip, and feeling at your titties.
Nobody made him as hard as you. Nobody else could.
He fucked into your cunt, your hands moving to grip his shoulder and squeeze.
He pressed down on your stomach as achy moans left his lips. He was getting louder. That meant he was close.
He sucked in a sharp breath, pace faltering. He was teasing himself, aching to cum. He wanted you to finish first, so he stopped.
He built up his stamina and fucked into you some more.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you panted, "Faster, baby."
Jungwon's pace quickened. Now, Jungwon was close. He was shaking as he tried to hold himself back.
You clenched around him and yelped, "I'm gonna cum!"
Your grip tightened on your shoulder as you gasped. The orgasm hit you harder than any other before. Jungwon watched in awe as you clenched around him.
Then, he came right after.
He pulled out and whispered, "You're so sexy."
He kissed your cheek and pulled his pants back up.
You were still sprawled out on the bed. Catching your breath.
Jungwon kissed your forehead and said, "How many kids do you want? I'll get a vasectomy for you."
You laughed, "That's like peak husband material." Jungwon laughed, that cute dimple popping out as he looked at you with those catty eyes.
This was the raw Jungwon. The one even Jay hardly saw.
He was someone you truly loved and cherished. And for the first time in forever, you knew someone loved you as much as you loved them.
Can you write a part three or four (Idk if you plan on writing more) but Y/N gets pregnant and she has to tell Jungwon but again is scared. She tells Jungwon's mom first and her mom gets SUPER excited and starts buying her things and Jungwon is wondering why. Then she tells Jungwon and his reaction is like SUPER HAPPY. Also can Alyssa dn Romeo's baby be a couple months when it happens?? I want the babies to be besties!!
Sorry if this is super long and specific I just really fell for this story and I need to see more or i'll crumble into fart crumbs
Adrenaline Junky 3
MafiaJungwon! x BlackReader
Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here
Synopsis~ Two months after fighting for each other, you two finally came together. Literally, and now your finding out your baring his child, with no intention on telling him anytime soon. You were scared, terrified. Between the stress of helping Alyssa with her pregnancy, the new buyer for a lot at your job, and managing your relationship with Jungwon, you were starting to dwindle. You weren't sure if Jungwon would stay for you, or the baby. You were internalizing everything, and Jungwon was starting to notice.
Warnings~ Slow burn, mentions of gun, violence, kidnapping, death, mafia, smut scenes, penetration, no protection (Don't do this), weak ahh pull out game, rough, pregnancy, cliff hanger
Word Count~ 6.9k heh
Pt. 1 Pt.2 ___ Pt. 4
Two months have passed. You've gotten into your groove with your job and Jungwon, and now your friends.
It was perfect.
Jungwon came over to your small apartment and had sleepovers. Sometimes they'd consist of sex for hours, and other times it was a nice movie and some snacks.
Your most cherished times were his comfortable silence. You loved how you two could sit together without speaking for hours. But it was because you didn't need to.
"W-wait, we were supposed to be watching t-the movie Wonnie."
Jungwon worked his dick into your pussy. He wasn't worried about whatever was happening on that dumbass TV.
His girl needed him. His girl touched his thigh in that needy way she does. Jungwon loved to give you what you wanted.
He kissed your neck, sucking down until it left a purple stain.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your legs around his waist.
You trapped him between your legs. You didn't want the pleasure to stop. Fuck, he felt so good.
Then, a long groan left his chest. You were close, but that sound brought you to the edge.
You clenched around him, sending him overboard. He came inside of you, leaving you to squeeze your eyes shut from pleasure. You came right after him.
Jungwon kept jerking into you, liking the quick shots of pleasure that went through his body. He stopped and rolled over. "Our sex life will never fail to be amazing." You laughed, panting for your last breath.
You two were lying in bed, happy as can be. You two went about four rounds.
You cuddled in silence, happily caressing each other as you drifted to sleep. However, your phone rang. You pulled it out, answering it frantically.
"Hello?" Alyssa said, "Hey, girl. Romeo can't make it to my doctor's visit. He has an important work meeting. Is it okay if you come with me tomorrow? I just don't want to go alone. It's at 3 PM."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Work meeting? He can't postpone it?" Alyssa huffed, "It's with his demanding editor. He told him about the doctor's visit two weeks ago, and he still told him to come in."
You looked at Jungwon. He was cutely listening to you on the phone. "I'm coming. I'll tell Maddie to clear my schedule. We can go to the spa to help you relax. Stress isn't good for the baby."
Jungwon smiled, loving to hear you go maternal. The phone call ended shortly after, and you cuddled back into Jungwon. He asked, "What was that about?" His tone came out nosy.
You said, "Romeo bailed on Alyssa for her doctor's visit. She's three months pregnant right now. She needed someone to be there for her. She's been hella stressed with finding a new house, and preparing her work leave for her pregnancy."
Jungwon asked, "Was it really important that he had to leave her behind?" You said, "I know, right! Not to bash my childhood friend, but that's fucked up. Leaving your pregnant girlfriend to drive herself to the doctor's appointment."
Jungwon huffed, cupping your face, "I'd never do that." You laughed, "Well, I'm not pregnant, so you won't have to worry about that."
Jungwon quirked an eyebrow at you. Your tone sounded like you never even considered him a father. He asked, “Would you like to have kids?”
You turned on your back, genuinely thinking about it. You two were young, and yes, you’ve only been in a relationship for two months, but you haven’t even let an I love you slip through your lips yet.
Jungwon waited patiently, not daring to touch you. He wanted you to fully process his question so you’d answer genuinely.
You said, “I think it’s time for me to leave my adrenaline rush behind me. I’ve never thought of having a kid. Especially with the kind of childhood I’ve had. But if you’d like kids, I’d want to do it with you.”
Jungwon smiled, “You’d make a great Mom. You’re nothing like the mother you’ve described to me.” He grabbed your hand and gently said, “I want you to know that.”
Your eyes softened, and you lifted out of bed. “Okay, I’m getting up. Work is calling my name.”
Jungwon grabbed you, wrapping his entire body around you. “Five more minutes.”
You laughed, kissing his cheek.
You awkwardly pulled down your jeans as you stood in the elevator.
Maddie was on the phone. She saw you, and her smile appeared in an instant. She waved at you and mouthed, “Hey!”
You waved back at her and made your way to your office. You typed your password into your computer to check your emails.
There was an email from Maddie. She was on the phone, but she managed to type an email to you.
She wrote, Any deets on the hottie from two months ago? How’s it going????
You laughed, typing your response back.
It was instructions for her to come to your office for the details.
Maddie finished her phone call and walked in. “I have a buyer named Maria. She wants the home in Yorkshire.” Your eyebrows raised.
“Seriously? Is she like a celebrity? Her name sounds familiar.” Maddie shrugged, “I think her Dad is just super rich. Now, tell me how you are doing with this Jungwon guy!?”
You laughed, “He’s been such a saint. He really takes care of me and spoils me. And the sex is amazing.”
Maddie wiggled her eyebrows, “Ooh! SHARE!”
You looked around as if someone would be around.
“Well, for starters, he’s super big. And-” Your door opened, and in walked Alyssa. She waddled in, “Hey Maddie! Y/N.”
You said, “Wow, you’re super pregnant.”
She stuck the middle finger up at you. “I just finished cursing out Meo. Don’t make me curse you out, too.”
She sat next to Maddie and huffed. “This baby is taking the life out of me.” Maddie snacked on your mints as she said,“Y’know, I heard when you have girls, they suck all the beauty from the mom.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, pushing your blue-light glasses up, “Where the hell did you hear that from?”
You read an email in passing, Maddie said: “Kim Kardashian- but she had a point.”
Alyssa laughed, “Please. Maddie, you’re so funny.”
Maddie asked, “You came to hang?” Alyssa pointed at you. “I came to meet Y/N for my doctor’s appointment.”
Your eyes widened, “Right! Shit, I forgot that quick.”
Alyssa joked, “Pregnancy brain.” Maddie and Alyssa snickered. You said, “Don’t joke like that! I’m serious. I am not in the prime for pregnancy.”
Alyssa crossed her arms, “Said the same thing two months ago.”
Maddie laughed, “Imagine she was actually pregnant? That’d be so fucking funny.”
You stared back at the pregnancy test. Your heart was beating fast. You were scared. Terrified.
How were you going to tell Jungwon? You didn’t want to tell Alyssa. Then, it’d be too real.
Tears started to roll down your cheeks. Jungwon hasn’t even told you he loved you yet. You weren’t ready for this. A knock echoed on your bathroom door, and you quickly wiped your tears, voice cracking, "Yeah?"
Romeo was on the other side, "Are you shitting your brains out? We need help with the houses you listed."
You frantically hid the test. You didn't want anyone to know. You walked out, wiping tears from your face, desperate to hide the red eyes.
Romeo sat on your couch with your laptop on his lap. At least he looked comfortable. "I liked the one you showed in Queens. But are you sure the neighborhood is safe enough?"
You sat next to him, "Yeah. It's close to the police station. Alyssa will be there most of the time."
Romeo sighed, "I can't believe I'm going to be a stay-at-home dad. That's so crazy to me. You think I could do it?"
You smiled, wondering the same question. Could you be a Mom? A stay-at-home mom? You don't have to go to the office. Push comes to shove, the baby can come with you to work. It wouldn't be much of a hassle. Maddie loves babies.
Your brain was going a mile a minute. You wanted to keep the baby. But you were just so scared to bring something so vulnerable into Jungwon's world.
You were already a liability to him. A weakness. Now, adding a baby. You weren't sure if it'd be a boy or a girl. The thought was terrifying to you.
Jungwon likes you a lot, but you weren't sure about how long he'd stay before he got bored with you.
Romeo snapped in front of your face, "Hello? Earth to Y/N?"
You smiled, "Right, hi. Yes, the house is going up for 25,000. That's pretty cheap for a four-bedroom home with three full baths and a half bathroom."
Romeo's eyes lingered on you for a moment before he said something. "You alright? Your face is kind of puffy, and your eyes are red. Are you getting enough sleep? Sick?"
You laughed, "Nope, must be the allergies."
Romeo said, "It's winter." You huffed, "Just leave it. I'm fine, okay?"
Romeo backed up, "Alright. But you know you can tell me anything." Your voice softened, "I know."
You two continued to talk about the houses you were listing. You were trying to give him the best options.
Later that night, Jungwon came over with Chinese takeout. He placed it on your counter and kissed you while walking by. "How's your day, honey?"
You wanted to tell him how horrible it was. How scared you were. How your thoughts kept replaying how you were carrying his baby. And only two months of having sex with him.
You didn't even get to enjoy it. Now you'd have to get your tubes tied. Or maybe you could convince him to get the surgery.
You weren't sure about which route you wanted to go.
Jungwon saw your hard thinking. He said, "Something's wrong." He didn't even care to ask; instead, he told you. Because he knew you.
You shook your head, "Nah, work was a little stressful. That Maria girl is super annoying. I swear I've heard her voice somewhere, though."
Jungwon smiled, "Let's eat then." You quietly sat next to him, eating your food. Junwon noticed you spacing off. He was obviously seeing the stress on your eyebrows. But he knew you'd tell him eventually.
He let it go, opting to take your mind off of things.
Jungwon kissed your ear as you two lay together in bed. Now, you were fully showered and ready to sleep. Jungwon was kissing your neck, and you huffed. "Not tonight. I'm tired." Jungwon quirked his eyebrows, "You're always in the mood. Like more than me. What's going on?"
You looked at him, and his fierce look weakened. You looked terrifying. Angry even. His girlfriend is always funny, happy, and energetic. But right now, you looked pissed off.
Jungwon pulled away, "I'll leave it."
You two went to bed, but there was this weird energy surrounding you.
Jungwon was careful with you; he didn't want to hold you and piss you off. Or talk, or move at all. He just laid in bed, stiff like a board.
He woke up when he felt you leave the bed.
He peeked his eyes open to see the sun barely up. You were running for the bathroom. You must've had to pee extremely badly.
But when the bathroom slammed, he heard you gag and throw up.
He stood up in an instant. He ran to the bathroom and opened the door. "Honey?! What's wrong?"
You pushed him away, not wanting to talk to him.
Jungwon confusedly stood back, letting you throw up by yourself. Out of fear, but also from a lack of understanding.
When you finished throwing up, you lied. "I think the chicken wasn't cooked all the way."
Jungwon reminisced about the food last night and huffed, "You think? I feel fine."
He said, "We should get you to the doctor if you're throwing up."
You panicked. If you go to the doctor with him, they'd tell you both you're pregnant for sure.
Jungwon saw the panic in your eyes, "Are you scared of the doctor?"
You shook your head, "No doctor! I'm fine. I feel better after throwing up."
Jungwon was staring. Not the usual stare he gives when he’s so in love with you. He gave you the stare that let you know he knew something was wrong.
Jungwon sighed, deciding to drop it. He knew you wouldn’t budge anyway.
He helped you out of the bathroom, hugging you tightly. He said, “My mom wants to see you today.”
You pulled away, “Yeah? What’s wrong?”
Jungwon shrugged, “Just wants to spend time with her only daughter.”
Over the past months, you’ve grown close to Jungwon’s Mom.
That was because you never knew what it was like to be loved by a mother figure. She loved you so harshly, and it made you so happy. You felt appreciated.
Jungwon kissed your forehead and asked, “You want me to come with you today?”
You sighed, “You’ve avoided your job all week, baby. Go to work.”
Jungwon smiled, “Avoided it so we could do other things… not my fault you keep me up all night.”
You pushed him away, “Stop that.”
He smiled lovingly at you, and you two went your separate ways in the morning.
Jungwon told him he’ll see you later and left for work. Meanwhile, you stared at the hidden pregnancy test in your cabinet.
You were so scared. You didn’t know what to do about it. Should you even keep the baby?
Jungwon would be even more pissed if you did something like that behind his back. Instead, you huffed and pushed it aside.
You stopped by the office to do some quick work, caught up with Maddie, and went straight to Jungwon’s house.
He’s spent so much time at your place that you’ve only come here twice since you started dating.
No wonder Jungwon’s mother requested to see you.
You stepped into her room, plopping on the bed next to her. She let her head fall to your shoulder and sighed.
“You’re glowing today.”
You looked at her, “Really? Maddie told me the same thing this morning.”
She smiled, “Hm. How are things with my son?”
You nodded, “Perfect. We’ve been going on lots of dates lately.”
She sighed, “I know. One of our company shareholders complained about his recent absences from the meetings.”
You laughed, “I’ve told him to go to them multiple times.”
She glanced at you quickly like she had picked up on something. “You gotta pee or something? Why are you shaking your leg like that?”
You laughed, “One second!”
You ran to the bathroom to piss your brains out while Jungwon’s mother sat on the other side patiently.
You walked out, saying, “Phew, been drinking a lot of water lately.”
Jungwon’s mother quirked an eyebrow at you. She looked at you and said, “You might be able to hide things from Jungwon, but you can’t hide things from me.
Your eyes widened. Holy shit, how did she know?
“Are you pregnant? Y/N?”
You nodded defeatedly. Like you’ve been caught.
She said, “He doesn’t track your spending on the credit cards, but I do. Saw you bought a pregnancy test.”
You looked to the side, still embarrassed.
She asked, “Have you told him?” You shook your head, “I’m so scared to.”
She laughed in slight disbelief. “Why would you be scared? He’s not going to hurt you. I know my son will stay for you and that baby.”
You said, “It’s just not the right time.”
She repeated, “Right time?”
She smiled brightly, “Do you think he won’t be happy to hear he’s having a baby? You’re making me a grandmother at 42. I am eccentric right now.”
You laughed at your mother-in-law.
She smiled at you, “I’ll plan the baby shower. Ugh, gives me something to do for once. Pass me my laptop.”
You passed it to her and asked, “Did you ask to see me because you knew?”
She nodded, “Of course I wanted to see my daughter, but that’s an added bonus.”
You smiled, “Thanks, Mom.”
Suddenly, tears were leaving your eyes. She laughed, “Uh oh. You’ve got pregnancy hormones.”
She opened her arms to invite you in a hug. She hugged you tightly, and you sobbed.
Evie knocked on the door and asked, “Bad time?”
You confessed, “I’m pregnant!”
Evie’s eyes widened, “Oh my god.”
She hugged you, too. They just listened to you sob for another twenty minutes.
You left the house feeling a little better. You felt better knowing you wouldn’t hold it all in by yourself.
You sighed, sitting in your car. Jungwon was calling you, and you answered. "Hey, baby. What's up?"
Jungwon said coolly, "Hey, I just wanted to know if you were free tonight for a date? Sushi?"
You loved sushi, but you're pretty sure you can't eat raw fish while pregnant. "Nice try. I talked to your mother, and she told me to tell you to go to your meetings." Jungwon groaned, "I don't wanna!"
You laughed at his childishness. He only lets it out occasionally. It was really cute.
Jungwon asked, "You not in the mood for sushi? What about cheesy corn dogs you love?"
The thought of cheese made you want to gag, "EW NO. I don't want that. I want some pasta, though. But A LOT of beef."
Jungwon said, "Usually, you hate the beef." You smiled, loving that he knew that about you. "You remembered..."
He laughed, "Yeah. You're my girlfriend. So pasta tonight?" You smiled, "Yeah, see you at 9?" He agreed, "Sounds great."
You drove to the office, ready to work on selling this new house.
Maddie sat down. "Okay, Maria wants to meet you in person to talk about the house. You up for a meeting tomorrow at 10 AM?"
You huffed, "Yeah, that's fine. I'll just make sure to dress up for it." Maddie smiled, "Fire, I'll email her."
Maddie walked out to her computer to type up an email. You went back to working while chewing on your pen. You didn't even notice how quickly time went by. It was six already.
You decided to wrap everything up to go home for the night. Plus, you wanted to get dolled up for your date. Maddie walked into the office, "I finished up for the night. Heading out. You want me to do anything for you before I go?" You shook your head, "Nah. Oh, I approved your vacation for next month." She smiled, "Thank you ~ I'm gonna have so much fun in the Bahamas. You should take a vacation too!"
You huffed, "Might happen sooner than you think." You made that comment out loud by accident.
Maddie quirked an eyebrow, "Why? Leaving me?"
You shook your head, "Not at all." You laughed, pretending you were joking. Maddie asked, "Hey, what's been going on with you? You've been kind of distant. I noticed that you were crying before you came in again today."
You waved off her attempts to console you, "No way. I'm perfect as usual."
She asked, "Really? Because I think you're hiding something."
You shook your head. Maddie was staring you down. She doesn't play about you. She never does.
You were her ride or die, and she was willing to fight for you. So when you started to get tired or down, she'd force you to go home early and insist on holding everything down.
Maddie knows what she's doing. She's probably more qualified for your job than you, but she's happy where she is.
You sighed, "I am going through something, but I'm just not ready to say anything yet. I don't want it to be real."
She asked, "Does it involve Jungwon?"
You laughed, "More than you know." Maddie nodded, her lips going into a thin line. You knew she was holding back from asking. You said, "Go home, get some rest. You can come in late tomorrow if you want. Nothing much will happen."
She smiled, "You treat me so good." She skipped out of your office, holding her bag to her side, "See ya tomorrow."
She waved, and you finished up for the night. You got home, peeling off your clothes to shower for your date tonight. Jungwon showed up earlier than usual to meet you. He had flowers in his hands, smiling at you from the front door. "Hey, you brought me flowers." He smiled, "Just felt like I needed to put a little more effort into us today."
You smiled, "Why? We've been perfect."
Jungwon looked at you like you knew what he was thinking. It was almost like he was saying, 'c'mon, you've noticed we've been different.'
You pouted, thinking about the baby that was growing inside your belly. You were so scared to ruin yourself.
Jungwon kissed you softly, "You okay? You kind of wavered for a moment."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, "Mm, nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about."
Jungwon kissed you again, laughing. He pulled away and said, "It's crazy that I still think you're beautiful even when you have setting powder all over your face."
You snorted, pulling back to sashay to your bathroom. "I'll be ready in 20 minutes."
Jungwon said, "Okay, I'll be waiting."
His hands were shoved in his front pockets as he sat on your living room couch.
He saw the deck of Uno cards on your coffee table. You mentioned Meo and Alyssa coming over for a fun game night. You were still reluctant about Alyssa and Jungwon being together in the same room. You didn't want her in trouble.
Though she told you he wasn't convicted of known crimes.
Jungwon's eyes traveled to the grocery bag on the couch next to him. He thought, 'Hm, what'd she get from Walmart?'
He opened the bag to see a jar of pickles, Nutella, and cookie butter. He furrowed his eyebrows. She hates pickles.
He looked at the receipt and saw the list.
Pickels, cookie butter, Nutella, clear blue... hm, what's that? Pasta noodles, 20-ounce steak?! Jesus, if she wanted meat, she should've just told me that.
You walked out of her room and smiled, "I'm ready." He asked, "Pickles?" Your eyes widened, "Ah! I forgot to put that in the fridge! I've been forgetting so much these days! Holy shit."
Jungwon watched you carefully, "Yeah? Gotta play those memory games to keep your mind sharp. My mom used to lock me in the sauna room with nothing but a Rubik's Cube to keep me focused."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "I didn't have a sauna room growing up... wait... YOU HAVE A SAUNA ROOM?! I wanna go!"
Jungwon hooked his arm and put your purse on his shoulder. "We can go whenever you want."
You giggled, skipping out of the house. You sat in the passenger seat. Jungwon's hand naturally fell to your thigh as he backed out of his parking space. He was so attractive when his face got serious.
The way his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his dimple seeped into his cheek.
Jungwon sped off to the restaurant. You two got out, and you pulled down your black dress. Jungwon attempted to whistle but failed pathetically. You laughed, "Stop trying to be a Playboy." You walked ahead of him.
Jungwon said, "One day, I'm going to wink so good at you, you'll drop your panties."
You said, "WOAH! Slow your horny horses, boy." You opened the door absent-mindedly. Jungwon caught up to try to open the next door, but you opened that one too.
The hostess greeted you, "Hi! How are you? For two?"
You nodded, but Jungwon peered behind you. "Reservation for Yang." Jungwon winked, and you laughed. The hostess smiled, "You two are very adorable." You smiled, "Yeah, he's been trying to be suave since we got out of the car."
She stepped away from the desk to guide you to the private room. You sat down in your chair and looked at each other.
Jungwon burst into laughter. You laughed with him as you sighed longingly into his eyes. You asked, "How are you?"
Jungwon rolled his eyes, "We don't have those kinds of boring conversations. You've been working with a new client?"
You nodded, "Mm! Yeah, I-" You sniffed, looking around. Jungwon quirked an eyebrow, "What?" "You smell that?"
Jungwon looked around at the empty room, "What? What do you smell?"
You said, "Like a man's cologne. Someone's coming."
Just as you said that, your server came in to greet you. Jungwon caught a whiff of his strong cologne. He quirked his eyebrow at you. How'd she smell that? He was in a different room.
"Hi! My name is Bernard. I'll be taking care of you. What would you like to drink?"
Jungwon said, "The lady will have a zinfandel in a 9-ounce, and I will have Pinot Mezzacrona in 6 ounces."
You looked at Jungwon, "Uh... Actually, can I just have some water?"
Jungwon looked at you, "You sure? You don't wanna have a nice wine tonight?" You shook your head, "I just want a heap of pasta and to pass out tonight."
Bernard smiled, "I would never judge a lady." You smiled, "I like you, Bernard."
He teased, "Are you flirting with me in front of the groom, ma'am?"
You teased back, "Yes, Bernard, yes, I am." Jungwon shut the jokes down, "Absolutely not. Bernard, I will tip you 5 cents."
He said, "Hey, a tip is a tip."
You both laughed at your silly server. For such a high-end restaurant,he wasn't supposed to be so... personable.
However, Bernard was hilarious.
He left the room to get you two something to drink. Jungwon said, "What's going on with you? No wine? You love Zinfandel." You nodded, "I do. I'm just not in the mood for that."
Jungwon said, "Just like you weren't in the mood last time." You nodded, "Yes."
It was times like these that made you realize keeping secrets from Jungwon was hard.
You said, "How's Jay doing? I haven't heard from the guy in like three weeks."
Jungwon said, "He and Jake are tracking a broker who took money before we finished the deal. Can't have that."
You asked slowly, "What are you going to do when you find him?"
Jungwon said, "Give him the lawsuit? I'm not going to torture the guy. We've talked about this. I left the violence behind us."
You nodded, "Good." Jungwon's eyes lingered on you for a moment before they went back to the door. Bernard brought bread and those two drinks.
"I'm back. You missed me?"
You nodded, "Of course we did!"
He gave you a drink you didn't ask for. You looked at him, ready to tell him you didn't order it. He smiled, "Someone accidentally made this drink. It's a mocktail."
You smiled, "Thank you, Bernard! That's really sweet." Jungwon growled, "What about me?"
Bernard winked at him, and Jungwon's jaw clenched. You laughed, "Oh, and he winks!"
Bernard took your orders and left. Jungwon looked back at you, watching you space off as you touched the bread.
Jungwon asked, "Seriously, what has been on your mind?"
You looked at Jungwon, "Me? Just work stuff. My new client, Maria, has been kind of bratty with Maddie. We have a meeting tomorrow."
He raised his eyebrow, "Maria? What does she look like?"
You shrugged, "Haven't seen her in person."
Jungwon held both your hands, "Remember Bex Wunderlin?" Your eyes widened as the flashback to the first night you met Bex Wunderlin broke through your mind.
Maria Wunderlin was his daughter's name. You remember he kept calling Jungwon "Wonnie" and flirted with him right in front of you.
She was childish, demanding, and stuck-up.
You hated her.
Your eyes lowered as you began to seethe with hatred, "Don't tell me she's trying to buy a home from me?! Oh, that dumb bitch, I hate her."
Jungwon's eyes widened. He's never seen you like this before. You're not one to get pissed off.
But you noticed the shift in your mood and tried to cool off. The pregnancy hormones were sending you off balance.
Jungwon's grip on your hands grew tighter as he worriedly watched you. "Babe? You've been acting a little strange these past couple of days. I know you're hiding something from me, and it's starting to worry me more than anything else."
He looked into your darting eyes. You refused to make eye contact with him. You were terrified to tell him the truth.
Just as you were about to speak, Bernard came in with your appetizer.
"I'm back~ Miss me?" You laughed, leaving room for him to place down your salad. You sipped on it classily as you looked at Jungwon. He was watching Bernard put his glass down.
Bernard asked, "You think you know what you want yet?" Jungwon said, "Ah, the lady-"
Bernard said, "Pasta for the lady. What would you like, sir?"
Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows. A flicker of anger crossed his face before he looked at you. When he'd get pissed, he'd always look at you as if you calmed him down. The sight of you alone could give him peace.
Jungwon said, "The 12-ounce steak, medium for me. Sounds delicious."
Bernard wrote it down and said, "Perfect. Enjoy your apps."
He waltzed out of the room. Jungwon swirled his glass of wine before taking a sip. He let out a puff of satisfaction. You asked, "Good?"
You reached for the brown bread absent-mindedly as he nodded. "Delicious."
Jungwon said, "Back to what we were talking about-"
You interrupted, "Yeah, Maria said she wanted to talk to me in person. Maybe to confront me about something?"
Jungwon's eyebrows furrowed again before a thought flashed over his face. His eyes widened, mouth relaxing. "You think she knows you shot Bex?"
You hushed him, "Don't say that out loud!"
Jungwon laughed, leaning back in the chair. "Nobody is gonna say anything to me. The police can't arrest me."
You countered, "Okay, they can arrest me!"
Jungwon said, "I wouldn't let that happen, honey. You know that. I lo- like you too much."
You caught that.
The way his mouth formed an 'O', but his words said 'I'. You caught the search in your eyes for confirmation that you didn't notice.
You didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing you knew what he was about to say. Instead, you poker-faced.
You scooted out your chair and said, "I have to pee." Jungwon quirked an eyebrow. You walked out to piss your life away.
You hated being pregnant because you genuinely had to pee so much. You thought it was just a myth.
Jungwon waited patiently. Bernard came out with the food and said, "Where's the little lady?"
Jungwon said, "She went potty."
Jungwon looked at your plate of steaming pasta and couldn’t help but think how odd it was.
Meat in your pasta? You hated meat in your pasta. You weren’t much of a sweets eater, but you were buying Nutella. You hate pickles, but you still bought pickles. It was so strange.
Maybe you were having cravings. Like, pregnancy cravings.
He passed that thought off, but then he came back to it when he watched you sit down in front of him.
He asked, “Why’d you buy pickles from Walmart?” You said, “To eat them.”
You started digging into your pasta. Jungwon said, “You hate pickles.”
You looked up at him and blinked, “I was craving them, so I bought them.”
Jungwon let it go. He ate his food, and for the rest of the date, you two got a little silent.
You walked out of your house in your business attire. At your front door was a package.
You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t buy any packages.
You ripped it open, sitting at your doorway. When you opened it, you read the note.
Hi sweetie! It's Mrs. Yang. I bought you these to encourage you to tell Jungwon. Creating life is a beautiful step in every relationship. You shouldn't be afraid of it. I love you very much, and I wish you luck. Baby shower planning is already happening. By the way, do you like red velvet cake or chocolate? I can't remember which one Jungwon said.
You laughed at the note and put it down calmly. Inside were a pair of baby shoes. You pouted as your heart swelled. This was so cute. You put a hand on your belly and sighed.
Someone was in there, growing into a person.
You got up, quietly putting the package away.
The venture to work was short as usual. You opened the front door, and Maddie was sitting there typing away.
She looked up, "Hey!" You smile back, "Hey, where's Maria?"
Maddie said, "You're early."
Your eyes widened. You hadn't realized. Maddie smiled quietly as she stared at you. You quirked an eyebrow at her, "What?"
She said, "You're glowing." You pointed at her, "I started using a new setting spray." You walked to your office and sat down.
You've got to work on your computer. You were emailing and typing up documents for a couple of minutes. But then, the door burst open.
Maria was gorgeous. Her eyes were doe-like and innocent. Jungwon's type. Well, you've never met Jungwon's type, but you assume that Jungwon likes cuter girls because that's kind of your vibe.
However, you two were different. You were self-made and cared about people. Maria relied on family.
She ignored Maddie's greeting, walking straight to your office. She plopped into your seat and said, "That house is too expensive."
You relaxed, leaning back in the chair. You took a breath, letting her know that you weren't going to be rushed for solutions.
"Mm, well, we gave you other options. Cheaper ones. Same style and aesthetic. You chose the most expensive home."
She furrowed her eyebrows, "I want it cheaper." You said, "You don't get everything you want, Ms. Wunderlin."
She crossed her arms, "How are you and Jungwon? Broke up yet?" You laughed, anger tingling in your throat. "No, actually. We're as perfect as can be."
She rolled her eyes, "Won't take long for him to break up with you." You don't know why she got under your skin. Why does she make you so angry?
You put a hand over your stomach and told her, "We're having a baby. So, even if we broke up, and he chose to go with the cheaper option... he'd always be my sloppy seconds."
Her jaw clenched slightly before she spoke back, "I know you shot my Dad. You should start googling how women give birth in prison."
You laughed, "You're hilarious. However, I don't think your father is going to tell the police what actually happened." You paused, leaning back into your chair, "Matter of fact, I think he's terrified of what the Yang family could do to him."
Maria scooted out her chair, huffing. "I'm going to wipe that smug smile off your face one day." You shrugged, "Guess today is just not your day." Your hands found their way behind your head. Your chair bounced lightly.
She stayed still, not moving. You cleared your throat and sarcastically said, "Oh, the doors that way if you were confused."
She laughed, "I'm not confused." You smiled, "Then get the fuck out of my office."
She stood up, storming out.
How dare she come to your job and bring up personal affairs? That was ridiculous.
You walked out of the office saying, "Can you believe that bitch?" Maddie's eyes locked onto yours. "You're pregnant?”
Your lips tightened into a thin line as you stepped back. Maddie got out of her office chair to face you. "You didn't tell me." You pouted, "Because I haven't even told Jungwon."
Maddie's eyes widened, "How long have you- H-how far along are you?"
You said, "I'm three weeks pregnant." Maddie furrowed her eyebrows, "Wh-what? Have you gone to the doctors for a visit?"
You smiled sadly, "They scheduled my first visit for next week." Your eyes began to tear up, and you quickly tried to suck it back in. However, you still cried.
Maddie pouted, pulling you into a tight hug. "Don't cry. Oh my god."
She pulled away to wipe your tears, looking at your stomach. "You're pregnant. Is the baby kicking yet?" You shook your head, "It's not moving yet."
Maddie smiled, "I'm going to be Auntie Maddie!" She clapped excitedly. "We have to throw a baby shower! I'll start planning!" You shook your head, "Jungwon's Mom is already planning like crazy. She asked me if I was allergic to flowers."
Maddie said, "How should we plan the gender reveal?! AH! Give me her number, I need a like-minded woman!"
You were on your way home. The meeting was a bust. You were tired and couldn't wait to go home. Jungwon was on his way over, too.
You floated to your shower and plopped right on the bed.
Jungwon opened your front door, stepping inside. "I'm home, honey!" He called you.
From your bed, you yelled back, "I'm in bed." Jungwon looked at your kitchen counter to see a package. He looked closer at the shoes and picked up the note.
Hi sweetie! It's Mrs. Yang. I bought you these to encourage you to tell Jungwon. Creating life is a beautiful step in every relation-
He heard your floorboard creak, and he looked up at you in your doorway. Your eyes were big, and you looked wary.
Jungwon asked, "Tell me what? What's my mom sending you tiny shoes for?"
Your feet were glued to the floor below you as you looked at him with terror. You didn't know what to do, how to tell him.
Your feet moved quickly. You reached for the note, but he snatched it away from you.
"Aht, what's on the note?"
You grabbed him tighter, you pulled the note from his hand, ripping it up.
Jungwon's eyes widened, "Okay, I'm getting sick of this Y/N! What the hell is going on with you?! You're pulling away again! We promised we'd communicate better after you got kidnapped."
You screamed, "I'M NOT READY TO TALK ABOUT IT!" Jungwon yelled, "WHEN WILL YOU BE READY!?"
His eyes were wide, veins popping out from his neck. His eyebrows were in a deep furrow as his hair settled into something less precise.
You would think he was hot right now if it weren't for the horrible secret you're hiding.
He pulled you closer to his body, "It's weighing you down. My girlfriend is not the same. My girlfriend is going insane. You need to tell me."
You cried, "Let me go and I'll tell you."
Jungwon reluctantly loosened his grip around your arms. Were you crying now? He's never seen you cry before.
You walked away from him, leaving him in silence. He wanted to follow after you, but you needed some space.
You came back with a packet. "Here." You shoved it into his chest. He jumped slightly and grabbed it from you.
He slipped the paper out, thinking it'd be something he'd have to protect you from.
But then, he saw a document of test results. Jungwon's heart beat faster. Were you dying? Sick? Hurt?
He read through the doctor's note.
You couldn't read his facial expressions. His eyes widened, and lowered, and a long sigh left his chest.
He rubbed his face in some sort of agony. This wasn't the reaction Mrs. Yang told you he'd have.
Your tears broke down your face like a dam as you looked at him. You were scared.
Jungwon finally spoke, "Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes searched yours. Your voice cracked as you confessed, "Because I'm scared to bring a baby into our lifestyle. I'm scared you'd leave. I'm scared I'd be a horrible Mom. I'm scared that the baby is going to be just as fucked up as I am and it'll be my fucking fault."
Jungwon pulled you into a tight hug. He had nothing to say. His heart was beating fast. But there was no sense of joy or excitement.
That was until he took another deep breath, "I'm going to be a dad."
He pulled away and gave you the fattest kiss. "I- I can't believe this. I need to sit down."
He sat on the couch, genuinely smiling to himself.
You let him have a moment before he came back to you. "How far along are you?" You said, "Three weeks."
He smiled, "My mom already knows? Who else knows?" A huff left your chest. You didn't know you were holding that in. You were so terrified, and his reaction was so underwhelming.
Jungwon found your shoulder, and he looked you in the eyes. "Hey, it takes two people to have a baby. This isn't all on you."
You nodded, and he wiped the tear from your cheek.
He hugged you tightly, his arms wrapping over your neck and head. Your face was in his chest as you cried into it.
You were so scared, so terrified. It was all for nothing.
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Synopsis~ Waking Nicho up in his sleep is the biggest No-no you could do in your relationship. He works so hard, and barely has time for himself. But, you really needed him tonight. You were expecting him to be mad at you, but instead, he helped you go right back to sleep.
Warnings~ SMUT! Multiple rounds, from the back, oral, dirty talk, like FILTHY, descriptions of a fuller women with stretch marks, squirting, riding, rough, missionary, gentle, nipple play, fluff at the end.
Word Count~ 1.9k
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ____
He hates when you do that. You know that. But you were really scared, and you needed him to hold you tonight.
He let go, and because of that, you woke up. Nightmares always haunted you at night because of your traumatizing upbringing. Being an adult from a young age really affected your mentality.
Nicholas was there to mend those wounds, but they never fully healed.
Even after you two almost broke up, he convinced you to stay with him.
He's been on his best behavior these past couple of months. He's been texting and calling you.
He's come home with takeout and made makeshift home dates. He's invited you to shows so you can be there with him. He's taken you to Taiwan to visit his family. Though there was a horrible language barrier between his mother and you, you two were still close.
When she found out about you two fighting, she threatened to beat Nicho if he ever pulled that shit again.
Nicho just shrank, and you laughed.
Those memories were the ones you forced yourself to think of as you curled into your knees and rocked. You didn't want to think about the things that've happened to you.
The horrible luck you've had as a kid.
Nicholas was supposed to hold you tonight. He promised he would. But he turned his back on you. Literally.
He hates being woken up, but you were hoping that he wouldn't get mad at you. You were hoping he'd see the desperation in your eyes. You were hoping he wouldn't be super grumpy the following morning.
You took a deep breath and tapped his shoulder lightly. It was an attempt, but you did it lightly because you were scared. But you had to stop being a punk.
So, you rocked your boyfriend. He was a heavy man.
Without warning, he flipped around, eyes glaring at you. "What?" His voice was too weak to be angry. He was just sleepy.
You whined, "You were supposed to hold me."
He let out a tired sigh, pulled you into his chest, and said, "Go to sleep, Y/N." He wasn't fully aware of what was going on. He was half asleep, still dozing off. Talking to you with his eyes closed.
You were relaxed, but still awake. Nicholas knew it because he felt your eyelashes fluttering on his forearm.
He huffed, "Y/N. Go to sleep." You pouted, "I'm sorry." He pulled his head back so he could see your face. He asked, "Was it a nightmare?" You nodded.
There was silence, and then a long huff escaped his chest. He rolled you onto your back, getting on top of you. You asked, "What are you doing?"
He said, "It's hard to get you to go to sleep, so I'm going to try something new."
He yawned, leaning down to kiss you.
His lips met yours with heat. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his soft, juicy lips into yours.
Your hand came up to cup his soft face. He smiled a little against your lips. He loved the way you touched him so softly.
Nicho deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip past your lips for a messier kiss.
He sank deeper between your legs. You could feel his heat and hard erection better.
It was getting hot. Nicho threw the covers off you two and slipped off his shirt.
He pulled you back into the kiss, hungrier this time.
His lips were so soft, and his kisses were gentle, but he was being so messy.
You whimpered in his mouth, and he swallowed it down. He pulled away, figuring you needed to catch your breath. Not him, though; he still had a couple more minutes to go. He was a professional singer after all. He knew how to hold that down.
He smiled, "Ready?"
You nodded. He leaned back in, and you puckered your lips, thinking he was going to kiss you on the lips, but he dove for your neck instead.
His tongue was hot as it swirled around your veins.
It tickled. A warm gasp escaped your lips as Nicho sucked down.
He left a couple of hickeys before he trailed down your stomach. Your hips were rocking a slow rhythm. The teasing was setting you off into a different plain field.
You needed him.
Nicho kissed your ribs and licked down to the fat on your belly. He bit it playfully, leading you to roll your eyes.
He slipped your shorts off and kissed around your thighs. You watched him do it. His messy bed hair is between your legs, and his thick lips kissed your most sensitive area.
Nicho was soft, still gentle, but he was getting playful.
You whined, and Nicho peeked at you. He noticed the frustration, so instead he licked across your pussy. You shivered. His thumb brushed gently against your inner thigh.
His tongue flicked over your bud quickly. You moaned, holding his head closer to your clit asd you squeezed your thighs around him. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
A gasp left your throat as your moans became higher. Your stomach was sucked in so deeply that he could see your ribs.
He smiled, sucking on your clit one last time before feeling you shake under him.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt a wave of pleasure pass through you.
Before you settled down, Nicholas was slipping his fingers in.
You were too sensitive, whimpering against your bitten lip.
Nicholas was so focused on you. Focused on hearing your pleas for more.
His fingers were quick. Your pussy was so wet that you could hear the noises it was making.
Nicholas sucked on your bud, causing you to bite your lip and squirm. You were so horny, your back arched, and he rubbed his hands over your ribs.
He murmured, “Stay still.” You relaxed.
Your eyes rolled behind your head. Nicho dug deeper into your tight hole, and you came.
Your body was shaking. He pulled his fingers out, looking at his fingers glistening. He watched as the hole opened and closed as your cum oozed down to your asshole.
He grabbed d your hips and flipped you over.
He perked your ass into the air and shoved his pants off before fucking into your hole.
He hit your hilt with no effort. Your body shook in pleasure and overstimulation.
He loved how fat your ass was. Nobody else compares to you.
You were so hot, too. You had cute stretch marks right above your hips. He loved the amount of noise your ass made when he fucked you hard enough.
He leaned down and kissed your ear. “You’re so tight, baby.”
He thrust into you. A helpless cry left your throat as he fucked you gently.
You needed all of him.
“Fuck. Y/N, I want to cum inside you right fucking now.”
He pulled away, slapping your ass and watching it recoil.
He grabbed your hips, arching your back higher. Like a cat stretching.
He rubbed his hands down your arched back and groaned.
“Take my fucking dick. Every- every fucking inch, baby. Yeah-“
You started slamming your ass into his crotch. Lewd clapping noises echoed throughout the room.
You were about to lose your fucking mind.
Your moans were getting louder.
You pulled away, rubbing your clit frantically as you squirted on the sheets. “Yeah, babe, that’s it. Fucking squirt for me.” Nicho huffed, pulling you back in so you could fuck into him more.
"That was so hot, baby." Your ass slapped firmly against his crotch. You two went quiet, focusing on the pleasure as you moaned.
Nicholas abruptly pulled out and rubbed himself quickly against your fat ass.
You whimpered, aching for him again.
A groan and hiss left his body as he tensed up. Warm splats of white cum painted your back.
You panted with Nicholas, mimicking his fatigue.
Nicho lay down, staring at you. “Fuck, I need a break.”
You climbed onto his lap, letting his dick sink into you.
“You get to overstimulate me, but I can’t do the same?”
He grabbed your hips, feeling the warmth of your pussy wrapped around him.
Nicholas bit his lip as you ground against him. He felt so good.
You pressed your hands to his chest for stability and slammed onto him.
He groaned. You were clearly wearing yourself out right now. So, he held your hips down and fucked into your cunt.
You collapsed into his chest, moaning into his ear. Nicho let his head roll back in agony like you were killing him.
You huffed, squeezing around his cock. Nicho closed his eyes, feeling himself getting closer to his high. He needed to focus.
You cried, “I-I-I’m gonna cum Nicho! Help me!”
Your nails dug into his shoulder. Your tits bounced against his chest, and he felt you tighten around him.
He groaned, knowing he had to stop to let you cum.
You wept in his chest, tired. You ran out of energy. But Nicho had to be sure you were going to sleep well tonight.
So, he gently turned you around, your head in the pillows, eyes closed, body a little limp. Even your breathing was slowing.
He sank back into your hole; it was very wet from all the orgasms he gave you.
He kissed your forehead softly and rocked into your pussy. It was gentle, and his rhythm was steady. His breath was on your face as he stared at your face.
Your eyes were still closed, but your eyebrows were furrowed. Probably from pleasure.
Nicho sucked on your chest, earning a whine from your throat. He pulled back and said, "You've been such a good girl. So patient with me."
He kissed you softly; his rhythm didn't waver. His lips were pressed into yours with a loving manner. He took his time absorbing all of you.
You were so perfect, so gorgeous.
You gasped in his mouth, and he pulled away. "You about to cum?" You hummed in response, not having the energy to say something back.
"Me too, baby." His speed quickened, and he was cumming with you in no time.
He finally pulled out after two hours of sex. It was 4 AM at that point.
You rolled over to your side, missing his warmth, but your pussy was also in some pain from all the friction.
Nicholas went to get a warm, wet rag to rub you down.
He came back; his breathing was still heavy from the workout, but he was quiet.
You whispered, "I love you, Nicho."
You felt the warm rag touch your brown skin and relaxed instantly.
"I love you too." He gave you his sleeping shirt and a new pair of underwear. You slipped it on underneath the covers and cuddled into him.
You fell asleep in seconds. However, Nicholas couldn't sleep now. He was worried about you and these recurring nightmares.
What happened in them? Why did they make you so scared?
He had questions, but he placed those thoughts in the back of his head while he brushed through your hair.
His fingers running through your scalp made you relax. You shifted on his chest, humming with satisfaction, and settled again.
All he could think about was how beautiful you looked. He loved you, too. So much.
Could you write smut with sungho x black reader where sungho and the reader have been best friends since childhood and bnd just came back from tour and sungho visits her
FINALLY A BOYNEXTDOOR REQUEST!
Been A While
Sungho of Boynextdoor! x BlackReader
Request are open! I reply as soon as I can. Masterlist here
Synopsis~ You've been friends for as long as you could walk. But what happenes when you see him again after a year long tour and your feelings just start spilling out of you after you go out drinking?
Warnings~ SMUT, Drinking, oral, rough, Dom Sungho, possessive, friends to lovers, use of protection, dirty talk, mentions of recording,
Word Count- 3.5k
12 months. He was on tour for an entire twelve months. You would say you barely know what he looks like, but you watched every performance on YouTube before bed.
You missed him. He called you every day before or after a show. He was less busy on tour than when he was here. But you missed being able to touch him.
He was gonna be on break for the next six months. That means six months of him lounging in your apartment as he halfs rent.
As soon as you saw Sungho come through your front door, you jumped into his arms.
Your heart was beating so fast. You missed him a lot.
It felt like something was missing, and you finally found it.
The smell of him was in your nose at last, after an entire year.
His hands were under your thighs, making sure you wouldn't fall off of him. He grunted a little when you jumped into his arms, but he didn't mind. Sungho whispered, "I missed you so much."
You tucked your head deeper into his shoulder and sighed. Sungho spun you two around, and you started laughing, "Sungho!"
He laughed slightly before putting you down. He patted your head and said, "How have you been?"
You looked at him, "Not good without my best friend."
Sungho looked at your couch before diving for it. He smiled, "Yeah, me neither. This year sucked without you. Next time I'm taking you on tour with me."
Sungho offered the other side of the couch, and you followed him, "Not a chance. I have a real job." Sungho groaned, falling over to the arm rest.
You watched him for a moment and asked, "Are you wired?"
He turned back to you, "Yeah. My sleep schedule is really fucked up. We should go out and drink."
You quirked your eyebrow, "Really? You want to go drink at 3 AM?" Sungho said, "Whose gonna stop us? The government?" You laughed, "The company!"
Sungho jolted up, "Alright, let's go. We're going to the clerb!"
You said, "No, we're not. We can go to a nice karaoke bar, though."
Sungho looked you over, "You changed your hair."
You said, "Yeah, it's been a year, Sungie."
Sungho said, "Keep the blonde. I like you with blonde hair."
You were now sporting blonde boho braids that cascaded down your back to your ass. Sungho was living for the way your hair swayed left to right.
You grabbed your bag and said, "Let's go." You grabbed his arm, and your eyes went wide. "When did you get bigger! Sungho!"
He smiled at you, "The gym!"
You two walked out of your apartment together while you talked. You walked to the elevator as Sungho said, "I have to tell you something."
You said, "Ooh, I'm so ready for the gossip."
Sungho walked out of the elevator with you. He talked while walking to his car, "Jaehyun told me he has a PHAT crush on Rei."
You gasped, "BITCH! WHAT?! From Ive?!"
He opened his car door for you, "Stop being loud! AGH! Get into the car."
You hopped in, and Sungho said, "Hands!"
You put your hands on your lap, and he closed the door.
You watched him in the rearview. You were just so happy to see him. Happy that the first person he came to see was you.
He opened the car door, "Back to Jaehyun-"
You interrupted, "You still say ‘hands’ to me." Sungho's expression changed to confusion. "Why would that change?"
You smiled, "It's funny. When I say that to Jen by accident, she gets confused."
Sungho said, "I caught myself saying it to Leehan, and he gave me his hands."
You laughed, "What an odd kid."
Sungho started to back out of the parking space. "I would ask how you've been, but we texted every day."
You smiled, "As true friends do."
Sungho drove onto the street, and a motorcycle sped by. He braked quickly, throwing his hand over your body so you wouldn't go flying. "Jesus! Nobody knows how to fucking drive in Korea."
He turned to you, "Are you okay?"
You nodded, "I'm all good, Sungie."
His face was completely red. But he seemed more worried about you.
Once he calmed down, he continued driving to the local karaoke bar. You two went inside, excited to sing.
Sungho always liked your voice. He asked you to apply to KOZ with him. You didn't want to. Instead, you decided to do your own thing. If anything, being a music producer was more your style.
You immediately turned on Earth, Wind, and Fire.
You sang everyone's parts, even rapping Jaehyun's fast part. Sungho was thoroughly impressed.
You giggled, waiting for him to play a ballad. He turned on a song by CL. "Can you chuck!" He started dancing the actual choreo, and you actually watched with your jaw on the floor.
"We haven't even gotten a shot in, and you're acting like this?"
Sungho ignored you, grabbing you to spin you around as he rapped. He spun you around, laughing. "La La, l-l-la la."
He started doing the twerking moves, and you fell out laughing. "SUNGHO!"
The server came in, "Hello? Would you like some drinks?" Sungho stopped mid-twerk to look at her. "O-oh. Can we get two bottles of strawberry Soju?" She smiled, "Sure, let me see your IDs."
You both went to grab your ID's before going back to singing.
She walked out, closing the door gently behind her. You asked, "What's it like going to so many different countries? Any cool traditions?"
Sungho nodded, "In America, people leave their shoes on EVERYWHERE. It's crazy."
You nodded, "Yeah, for the fit." You tilted your head, "I missed you being around."
Sungho nodded, "Me too. It was only so much the boys could do."
You laughed, “What does that mean?” He said, “They don’t know how to have fun like us.” You smiled.
You liked that he only appreciated you. He only thought about you. You two only ever talked about serious things.
He really made you feel like you were the only one who understood him.
The lady came back with the alcohol, placing it on the table gently. “Anything else?”
You shook your head, “Nah. We’re good for right now.”
She smiled, leaving the room. Sungho was quick to pour the first shot. He said, "In honor of our friendship!" You two downed the first shot, and let out that gasp of air.
A shiver ran through your body as you felt the burn down your throat. The aftertaste was the worst part of alcohol. It instantly made you feel like you had to throw up.
Sungho was about to play another song, but his phone started to buzz. He answered it quickly. "Hello?"
You heard Jaehyun's deep voice on the other end. "Where did you go? The boys wanted to go out for dinner to celebrate."
Sungho said, "I'm out with Y/N. I'll be at the dorms tomorrow, though. For the filming, a day off."
Jaehyun said, "Eh, tell Y/N-ah I said hello." Sungho instead flipped the camera to face you. You waved, "Hi! Myung Myung!" He laughed, "Hey. You two having fun?" You nodded, holding the bottle of soju to the camera. He said, "Aishh, don't get too drunk. How would you get home?"
You smiled, "Neo has my back."
Sungho looked at you and laughed. Sungho told Jaehyun, “She’s already not making any sense.” Sungho looked at you with adoration for a moment. Just quiet, and present. And for the quickest second, something flickered in your heart.
Sungho made you feel genuine love. The feelings you thought you pushed down for the past year.
You thought you had finally put all those feelings of want and need away for Sungho's benefit. But you felt them starting to resurface again.
You took a large gulp of soju straight from the bottle. Sungho's eyes widened, "Y/N-AH!"
You wiggled your eyebrows, "I need to get drunk tonight. Black out drunk."
Jaehyun said, "Let me know if you need a ride. Please don't drive anywhere."
Sungho nodded, hanging up the phone.
You took another swig, standing up. Sungho was looking at you with the eyes of someone in complete shock.
He had a faint smile on his face, but he was mostly scared of what was wrong with you.
Sungho said, "You alright?" You cheered, "More than! C'mon, let's sing some Zico!"
You turned on some Block B and started rapping the lines. Horribly.
However, Sungho cheered you. He let you have fun because you seemed to really need this night.
He drove you home after forcing a cup of water down your throat.
You stumbled into your bedroom, giggling. "Shh, there are people."
Sungho furrowed his eyebrows, "Who?" You giggled, sitting on the edge of your bed.
He helped you take off your shirt and pants. He's seen you in bathing suits, so he wasn't fazed by any of it. However, you mumbled something. "I wish you'd take me out of my clothes more often. It's hot."
Sungho laughed lightly, tucking you into bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your thigh to coo you to sleep.
You weren't going to bed.
You had both your arms airborne, "The room is spinning so fast."
Sungho said, "Closing your eyes makes you feel better." You shook your head, "Then I start to feel like I'm flying."
Sungho laughed slightly before asking, "You want water?" You didn't miss a beat, "I want you."
Sungho tensed. You kept going, "You're so pretty, and you understand me, and I trust you, and you love me... Ugh, I wish we were together. Like boyfriend and girlfriend."
Sungho tilted his head, "Eh?" You groaned loudly, turning over to your side. You couldn't handle him anymore. "I love you... but not like friends. Like- I wanna~... I wanna kiss you."
You couldn't see his face, but Sungho whispered, "You can when you get sober."
You don't remember much after that.
You woke up to a bright sun, and Sungho was nowhere to be found.
You checked your phone to see the time. A message from Sungho was there telling you to drink water.
You groaned, rubbing your face harshly. You don't remember anything.
But then a flash of what you said last night stumbled into your head. "Oh shit..."
You jumped out of bed, panicking.
His response is what scared you the most. "You can when you get sober." What did he mean? Well, you know what he meant, but why...
You loudly groaned in fear before texting him back.
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Dumb Blonde
Drink some water you drunky
You
Hey, can we talk today? I remember you said you'd be busy vlogging for work but I think I should apologize
Dumb Blonde
nothing to apologize for but yeah I'll come over at around 8
Dumb Blonde
I have to record something around 7
You
Okay just lemme know if plans change
Dumb Blonde
Gotchu
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You were terrified of what would happen. Sungho has known you since you were crawling. You two used to sleep in the same crib because you'd cry if you weren't cuddling.
You used to take stupid baths together.
Your Mom's convinced the principal to put you two in the same class because you two were so attached at the hip.
You needed him.
The thought of him leaving like this genuinely had you freaking out.
You were shaking with fear as thoughts ran through your mind all day.
You went to work and came home. You showered, cleaned the place up, and anxiously waited for that door to open.
When it did, because of course, Sungho knows your password, you pouted.
Sungho asked, "What's with the long face?" You were blunt, "What do you mean I can kiss you when you're sober? You can't go around saying those kinds of things to people."
He laughed, stepping into the house.
Instead of responding, he cupped your face, leaned in, and pressed his lips into yours.
You tensed from shock. You weren't expecting that. You weren't expecting him to do it like this. Sungho was kind of romantic. He was sweet and caring, and he enjoyed having fun with you.
You thought he'd ask you on a date. Ask to kiss you.
This was improbable.
He pulled away, looking at you. His forehead landed on yours, and he huffed, "I'm so in love with you. I've been in love with you since the seventh grade."
Your eyes widened. That's when you started to fall for him. That's when things started to feel different.
When he'd hug you tight and pick you up.
Or the time he cupped your cheeks and told you how pretty you were before you auditioned for cheer.
Or that time he was your date for the school dance, and it was your first time wearing heels. You remember your feet hurt so bad, and you were getting such bad anxiety.
You remember him offering his back and carrying you to the nearest McDonald's, so you two could talk about life. And he turned on his favorite song, and you two danced in the McDonald's parking lot while he hummed the song to you.
That was the night you told him you really liked his singing voice.
That was the night you told him he should sing professionally.
That thought stuck with him until he found the poster on the wall and auditioned. He started this career because of you, and he was ready to risk it for you, too.
At those times, his eyes would linger on you a little longer than usual when you asked him questions about homework.
The way he'd anxiously bounce his leg when you'd invite him into your room to study.
The way he'd step up when guys would shame you for being so close with 'a dude'. The way he's cut people off because of you, or for you.
The way he gets so jealous internally when you talk to Jaehyun because you two got so close so quickly.
You were there for his first performance. You sat with him and watched the music videos together, even though the company forbade it.
You were his girl, and nobody else could take you away from him.
Sungho didn't get a response from you, just a quiet whimper. You were about to start crying, and he saw it coming.
Instead, he hugged you. "Should we talk?"
You shook your head, pulling him back in for another kiss. This time, it was messier, hungrier.
You craved this moment for years. Since you were fucking 12.
No other boyfriends could distract you from the way you'd stare at his lips. Nobody could make you feel this... horny.
Sungho grabbed your waist, your body slamming into his crotch. There you felt his hard on. But he wouldn't force you, right?
Sungho's hands slid to your ass, and he squeezed it tightly. You yelped, and he swallowed it down.
His tongue shoved down your throat, swirling messily around yours. You tilted your head, realizing the mess you created.
Sungho stumbled forward, pushing you toward your bedroom. He slipped his shoes off, started unzipping your pants, and pushed you on the bed.
You bit your lip, shocked by what had happened.
Sungho pulled his shirt off and said, "Tell me when to stop, and I will."
Sungho smiled at you gently before pushing your shirt up. Your eyes dropped to his naked torso. Holy shit, he's been working out.
His abs were rigid, and he was just ready to pounce on you at any moment.
Sungho finally got your shirt over your head and kissed your stomach. His breath was hot over your brown skin. Your stomach sucked in from slight insecurity, but also something different.
Heat bubbled at your core. You were so fucking horny.
You've never felt like this before. Your body is gnawing at the anticipation of feeling all of him.
Sungho was gentle, though, licking down to your pants and pulling them down. His fingers rubbed over your clit, and he climbed back up to give you more kisses.
Soft, loving kisses.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and gasped, "Don't stop."
Sungho slipped his fingers into your underwear, letting his warm, long fingers rub against your soft bud.
What did you taste like? He wanted to know.
He kissed you one last time before kissing around your neck and leaving possessive hickeys all over you.
He needed everyone to know he finally got what he wanted.
Sungho sucked at your chest, teasing your entrance with his fingers. Then, he slid down to finally look at you.
You lifted your head, but you were too exhausted to look, so you let your head fall back down.
Sungho slipped your panties down, smiling at your clit.
He kissed it tenderly before slipping his tongue over your entire vagina. It was so gorgeous to him.
He sucked against your clit as he plugged two fingers into your hole. Your body flinched as your hand reached for his hair.
Sungho lifted your thigh to your chest for better access. He wasn't in the mood for all of your moving around.
He felt the way your hole clenched around him, and he smiled again. His tongue was doing wonders, flicking over your bud. You held your stomach with your other hand like you were begging for an orgasm.
You chanted, "Fuck." Your eyes squeezed shut, and you furrowed your eyebrows.
You were close, and he was going faster. Almost like he knew what he was doing.
Your moans got louder, higher. You said, "I'm g-gonna cum. Please, Sungy..."
You felt him suck harder on your clit, and you came right there.
Sungho pulled his fingers out, watching a bit of your cum leave your hole. He stood up and asked, "Got any condoms?"
You were panting, still not over your orgasm.
He leaned over you, chest right to your face. He opened your side drawer to see condoms inside. "Knew it. You've been keeping it there since high school."
Your eyes widened, "You found my condoms from high school?!" He rolled his eyes, "Wasn't like you were hiding it well. Besides, I'm glad you practiced safe sex."
His pants dropped as he held the condom in his mouth. Sungho rubbed himself, letting his head dive back. You saw his Adam's apple bob before he ripped open the condom with his teeth.
He spat it out to a random corner on the floor before pulling it out and rolling it on his fat dick.
You hadn't even looked at his dick. You were so entranced by his face... his mouth.
He still had something wet glistening on his cheek. You weren't sure if it was yours or his.
He climbed over you, panting. "Scoot up, baby."
Your eyes widened. You weren't used to hearing that. Your back was on the pillows, and the pillows were on the headboard.
You were in an almost sitting position.
Sungho kissed you slowly. His dick dangled over your stomach. You felt it bump into your thigh. You moaned in his mouth, and he pulled away.
He slipped his cock into your hole and groaned. You covered your face from the pain of the stretch.
You hadn't had sex in a while, so your hole has been kind of closing in.
However, you closed around him nice and tight. A strangled groan left his throat as he stared into your eyes. He didn't let up.
He kept staring until the pain slowly faded on your face.
Then, he fucked into your cunt. Slowly.
A small whimper left your lips as Sungho stared. He asked, "Like that?" You nodded, threatening to cover your face again. Sungho grabbed your hands and pushed them away from your face.
He grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He liked this position. The kind where he can just stare at you. Watch your tits bounce, or see where you two were connected.
Once he got you comfortable enough, he'd probably convince you to record a video of his cock slamming into your hole. He didn't know yet.
He was already planning your future together while your brain melted from pleasure.
Sungho said, "This pussy's so fucking tight. Fuck." You've never heard him talk like that before. You clenched around him, and he growled, "Fuck. You like it when I talk to you like that? Huh?" He grabbed your face and kissed you messily. You sucked on his tongue before he pulled away. You squeaked, "Faster!"
Sungho followed your instructions with no hesitation. Now he was buried in your cunt. He slammed right into your gummy spot, making you ache in all the ways you couldn't understand.
Your vision went blurry as your hands grabbed for anything. But your hands were still caught in his.
Instead, you enveloped your fingers between his. Sungho tucked his head into your neck and fucked you faster. He slammed into you before cumming.
Your body locked up as you began shaking.
Sungho made you feel so good.
You wept, loving how good he made you feel.
Sungho panted, rolling over to sit next to you. You said, "Sungho... should we talk about dating then?"
He grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap with ease. "Mm, after this second round. Wanna watch you wear yourself out first."
Jake teaching his pretty girl to ride him right? She has experience and thinks she has it down right, but Jake needs special treatment 😏 Thanks, sister 💕
Enjoy The Ride
IdolJake! x BlackReader
Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here
Synopsis~ Jake wants to teach you how to ride someone with his size.
Warnings~ SMUT, oral, gentle but freaky, cursing, multiple orgasms.
Word Count~ 1.4k
Part 1
It was one of those nights. You two were being silly, laughing at everything.
Jake was being annoying, and you were playing hard to get.
“Baby! Let me just get one chance? Pleaseeee?”
You huffed, passing him your phone so he could play the game you were playing. Inside.
You just discovered it recently. It was on the list of games you wanted to play, so now you were playing a horror game with your boyfriend. He sucked.
He kept dying, so you snatched the phone from him so you’d actually win.
“Y/N. I died.” You giggled, “I told you you would! You lost game privileges.” His legs were crisscrossed with his palms in the middle.
He groaned, “Well, I’m bored now.” You nodded toward the TV. “Watch something on TV.”
He sighed. It was a loud one. One that let you know he was getting impatient.
“Okay, I want to teach you how to ride.” You gazed at him; his words didn't faze you. You didn’t understand what exactly he said.
“Ride what?” He said cockily, "My dick."
You rolled your eyes, "I already know how to ride you. I'm not new to this."
Jake smiled, "Mediocre at it." You gasped, "Jakey! I am not," you put up quotations, "Mediocre!" He laughed, catching your lips in a playful kiss. His voice was a little raspy, very thick with his accent. "Yeah? You want to test that theory? I don't know who you were with before, but he must've been small."
You sighed, not wanting to talk shit about a guy you ended on good terms with. "I'm not willing to disclose that information." Jake laughed, "So he was!"
He laughed, picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist in seconds."Yah!"
He put you on the bed, kissing you gently. "Let me warm you up first."
You shook your head, "What have you gotten me into?" Your face was hot from the throbbing pleasure building at your buzzing clit.
Jake kissed down your stomach, rolling your pajama shorts away. "Let me kiss it better."
You huffed, letting Jake flip you over. He lay you on your back and kissed down your neck. He licked and sucked over all your sensitive spots. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, loving the feeling of it all.
A tingle traveled to your clit. You furrowed your eyebrows when he kissed down your chest. He lifted your shirt gently and sucked on your stomach.
He left hickeys all over you. Your face was burning with heat as you took him all. He felt so good against you.
Jake slipped your shorts off. The same shorts he’s told you make him lose control.
He locked eyes with you for a moment. All the hunger and lust in his eyes are ready to break loose.
Jake smiled, “You’re cute.” He tapped your thigh for you to spread, and you did.
Jake licked over your bud, slowly. He wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to make you soak for him.
Your hands are tangled in his hair as you accept his tongue. It was soft and hot.
Jake was making you lose your shit. A stifled moan exited your lips. Jake slurped up your wetness, slipping his fingers into ur hole.
You covered your face, moaning into your hands. Jake usually hated it when you covered your face, but he was too focused to notice.
His hands slipped under your thighs to get a tighter grip on you. You bite your lip, eyes getting teary from the pleasure.
Jake just smiled against your clit. You were getting close. Closer than you thought.
Your body jerked, and cum oozed from your hole. Jake lovingly licked it all. Your hands tightened in his hair. Breathy moans left your chest as you stared at the ceiling. You were dazed.
Jake flipped you onto his lap, “Take your time. I got you.”
You hummed, biting your lip as you unzipped his pants. Jake just watched you focus. It was so cute when your face got all serious.
Jake was careful. His hands were going to your hips as his way of reassuring you that he was still there.
You looked at him, eyes meeting his. Jake smiled, “You okay?” You nodded, “I’m a little dazed. Didn’t expect to cum that hard.” Jake quirked his eyebrows, “Yeah? I’m good.”
You copied his accent, “Eh, mediocre.” Jake laughed at you. You pulled his pants down, letting your hands slip across his shaft.
Jake’s breath hitched. His eyes were locked onto yours.
Jake smiled, loving your face. Loving you.
He muttered, “I love you so much.”
You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t forget to say it back. “I love you too.”
Your hands dragged up from his shaft to his tip. His breathing stuttered. A soft, “Fuck,” left his throat.
You smiled, “I’m mediocre?” He rolled his eyes, then closed them. “Whatever, Y/N.”
You laughed. He never used disrespectful words to you. Instead, he opted to brush off your teasing when you started to annoy him.
And you loved to annoy your puppy boyfriend.
You liked the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was pissed off. But all you needed to do was give him a kiss, and he relaxed.
You gave another stroke, and his breath hitched. He groaned, "Jesus, just sit on it."
You laughed at his impatience. This is how he got when you gave him any attention. It was surprising that he said you were mediocre when he's this reactive to your touch.
He's so sensitive, and you love it.
You sat up to finally lower yourself onto his dick.
Jake braced himself as your tight folds swallowed him down. It hurt when he hit your hilt. He was too deep.
Jake kissed your hands and sat up to kiss your forehead. His eyes were soft as he whispered, "Be gentle."
He loved to watch his girl tire herself out on his cock. His favorite part of his day. But if you were hurting, he didn't like it. Both his hands went to your hips as he gently said, "C'mon. I've seen the way you twerk with your friends at the parties you go to. How you misbehave when I'm not around."
His hands guided you up and back down.
You moaned in his ear, completely done. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your eyes squeezed shut by how deep he was.
Jake looked at where you two were connected and stayed there. Watching you take him all was making him ache.
He groaned, "Faster." His whiny but thick accent rang in your ears. Your pace quickened. Jake loved how it felt, but most of all, how you looked.
Your pretty brown skin glistening gold under the light from pure sweat. The way your tits bounced to your rhythm, and the dazed look in your eyes as you focused harder on him.
He smiled, "Fuck baby. Nobody does it like you."
His hips matched your rhythm, going deeper into your pussy. You cried, not able to handle it all.
Jake pressed you against his chest and fucked into your cunt. He felt your pussy clenching around him, and with every clench, he earned another moan from you.
You were panting and whimpering about how good it felt.
Jake's pace was fast and hard. The sound of your skin slamming against each other echoed in the room.
And one last thrust. A loud clap sound was made from your ass. Jake groaned, "Aww~ Fuuck~" His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pumped you with all his cum.
You took it all, not daring to move an inch. You came right after, clenching around his fat dick as your own cum oozed down to his thighs.
Jake sighed, "See, that's how you do it." You let out a breath of disbelief. You were still a bit dazed. "Seriously? You did most of the work."
He kissed your cheek, "That's how I like it anyway." He smiled at you. His eyes were filled with love and energy. There was so much life behind his eyes these days.
He's usually tired and sick. But today, he was so much happier. He kissed you one last time before saying, "Shower and a nap?" You nodded, "I love the sound of that. But you have to promise to hold me the whole time." He groaned, "It gets hot!" You said, "I didn't want to ride you today!"
Jake pouted, "Ugh, fine. A win is a win." You rolled off of him. Jake stood up and went to the bathroom to start the shower. Before he fully closed the door, he said, "But just know, I'd let you do whatever you want to me."
He closed the door behind him, and your face heated up.
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Synopsis~ You two only have sex. But you were tired of what your relationship had become. You wanted to go back to the old days when you two were happy.
Warnings~ NO SMUT! (Sorry) mentions of sex, arguments, cursing, toxicity, maybe love bombing if you squint.
Word Count~ 3k
Part 1 Part 2 ___ Part 4
Nobody tells you how to look for signs of a toxic relationship. Those are things you have to learn to do by yourself.
You're insecure, and he's too secure.
That was the issue between the two of you. When you felt like he was pulling away, you used your body to pull him back in. And he fell for it every time.
Nicho wasn't a bad person. That's what made everything worse. You couldn't hate him.
Your relationship had reached an all-time low. You weren't dating because you loved each other; you were dating for the sex.
But you didn't know how to let go. You were scared of being alone. But worst of all, being forgotten.
When your Dad left you, chose another family over you, it taught you that everyone is replaceable. Even family.
You didn't want to be the one who got replaced.
But you met someone like Nicholas. So secure and independent.
He taught you what love feels like. He told you you were beautiful. Those were words that were sensitive to you. Sacred.
Your mother was too busy working her ass off to provide for you and your younger brother to see how beautiful you've gotten.
And Nicholas was happy being alone. But he didn't mind sharing his space with you. To him, this was comfortable.
He's too busy to worry about you right now. And you get that. But at the end of the day, you're his girlfriend.
It's been a year of you two having sex and never talking about anything else. You were starting to feel like a hook-up. But you weren't going to say anything. Because what if he didn't want more?
What if this was okay to him?
You didn't want to lose him.
You hated the thought of losing him.
The way he touched you, looked at you, kissed you, fucked you. There were too many memories that you two shared for you to give up on him now.
You were in too deep.
Your day started on a Sunday.
You were sore from the sex last night. Nicholas didn't even come through the door all the way before he was kissing you in bed.
You two went about five and a half rounds.
The half being from fatigue.
You pouted as you looked around the street. You were going to a museum by yourself.
You stopped inviting Nicholas to your days out. You were scared he'd cancel. Or tell you he hated you and didn't want to spend a day with you.
When you wake up, Nicholas isn't even there anymore. There's no good morning text anymore. There's no care in the way he treats you anymore.
It's a habit that he's had for a year.
You smiled when you made eye contact with the logo.
You held the strap of your purse close. It was a cute brown bag. Something Nicholas bought you when you turned 22. It was a sweet gesture. Especially because it was designer.
You still remember opening it on your new apartment floor. You didn't have a couch yet, so you were sitting there on the hard wooden floor with Chinese takeout surrounding you.
Nicholas smiled as you gasped from the surprise.
This year, Nicholas mailed you flowers and a spa day. It was a sweet gesture, but you'd rather spend it with him.
This bag was the only designer bag you've ever had. You cherish it a lot. You're not materialistic in the slightest. You actually are very sentimental. But the only reason you loved this bag was because Nicho was the one who gave it to you.
He gave you yet another first.
First kiss, first time, first love. You went to your first concert together, your first shopping spree, your first apartment, your first grocery run, your first car, and your first job.
He was there for it all.
But now, he's too busy, and you're too scared to talk to him about it.
You wondered why you were allowing this kind of behavior, but then you think back to what your Dad did, and you realize you're so self-aware.
Just as you were about to walk into the museum, your phone buzzed. You answered it because it was your younger brother calling.
"What's wrong, Auggie?" He sighed, "Mom wants to know why you haven't called. She told me to tell you to call her after her shift. What are you doing? Where's Nicho?"
You said, "Nicho is at work. I'm at a museum."
The thought of Nicholas shot into your head. It was him on top of you last night, licking the cum off your thigh. His eyes were low and hungry.
You shook your head, not wanting to think about that while on the phone with your brother.
"Alright. I'm about to do eight pounds of homework. You should visit sometime. Zulu misses you."
You quirked your eyebrow, looking at the phone against your ear. "Does Zulu miss me, or do you miss me, bro?" He said, "Definitely the dog. Zulu stands at your door and stares at your bed like you magically appear. He cries at night, too."
You groaned, "I haven't lived there in 3 years. Why is Zulu just now giving a damn?"
Auggia shrugged, "Don't know. Time moves differently for dogs, y'know." You rolled your eyes, "Goodbye, Auggie. I have a museum I'd like to visit."
You stepped inside, looking at the interesting people. You were happy to be around people like you.
It was an African American Art History museum. Of course, there were other people. You even saw a white person, which was rare in this part of Japan. They recently built this due to the recent spike in African Americans moving to Japan.
It's an odd study, but you weren't that crazed about it. You were just interested in what research Japan did on your people.
You looked around, seeing the portraits and sculptures.
You touched some pieces, if you were allowed to, and other pieces were just to stare at.
However, you saw one that really resonated with you.
A black woman was sitting behind a younger one as she braided her hair. The kid was crying and reaching for her mother's hands. You knew exactly what that felt like.
Your entire childhood was like this.
On weekends, your Mom would do your hair into cute beads so it'd be one less step in the morning for school.
In the afternoons, your beads would click-clack down the sidewalk as you walked to the day care to pick up your brother.
He was still a toddler, while you were 6. Six years old, holding your family together. You used to be so independent. Just like your mother.
You started to think, if your mom were in the same situation as you, would you let her be treated like that?
But you realized, she was. Your Dad was an evil man. Cheating and leaving her while she was pregnant. And you were so angry at your father. You stepped up at the age of 4 and helped your Mom as best as you could.
You felt tears start to well, but you sucked them in.
Your Mom fought hard for you to be strong. To bend life to will it your way. You had to fight back.
You finished your museum tour and called your mother on the phone.
"Well, look who decided to finally call her damn mother. What the hell have you been doing in Japan? Curing cancer?"
You laughed, "No, I've just been booked with photoshoots." You could hear the pride in your Mom's voice, "I'm glad my baby's a successful photographer. Are you going to photograph Jackie Chan one day?!"
You laughed, "I don't think I've gotten that far yet." You laughed at your mom's antics. But the silence settled, and you were ready to ask her a question.
"Hey? What's wrong with you, Y/N? You sound a little out of it."
Of course, she said something. Your Mom notices everything. You said, "Mom, how did you confront Dad about his cheating?"
She yelled, "IS NICHOLAS CHEATING ON YOU?! I swear to god if that punk had the audacity to cheat on my daughter after years of dating! You moved your whole life to Japan for him! Hold on, let me call Uncle Tommy-"
You interrupted, "NO! Mom Nicholas would never cheat on me. We just haven't been very emotionally involved with each other."
Your Mom asked, "Like how?" You whispered, "We've only been... y'know..." You said it, without saying it. Your mom said, "Oh, lord. I don't wanna hear about that."
You yelled, "YOU ASKED!?" She said, "Don't be yelling at me, girl! What's wrong with you!"
She sighed, saying, "Next time you see him, ambush him. Talk. Don't be scared. If he leaves, there's plenty of fish in the sea. That's serious. Download Tinder and go on dates. Explore the world more. It's boring being with one guy your whole life. You learned three new languages because of him, go travel the world."
You nodded, "Thanks, Mom." But that's not what you needed to hear.
Your Mom finished, "You're beautiful, okay? Don't let a man think he's the only one who'd ever love you because that's not true. Now, I love Nicholas, but if he has you feeling like I did when I was with your father, I need to have a talk with him." You laughed, "Yeah. You're right."
You smiled, feeling motivated to do exactly what you needed to.
You said, "Okay, Mom. I love you, bye."
You two hung up, and you ran to your car to drive home. You had time to yourself. You cooked a meal, took a shower, cleaned up your living room a bit, and even watched a couple of episodes of your favorite show.
However, when a knock came to your door, your heart dropped. You knew who that was.
You got up slowly, opening the door with a bit of fear. Nicho was standing there, eyes full of hunger.
No other thoughts. Not love, not clinginess, not even annoyance, just hunger.
He leaned in and kissed you roughly. Like he does every night after work. He pushed you into your apartment and needily picked you up.
You yelped in his mouth. That was a first. He's not one to flaunt his strength like that. Nicholas had the hardest boner you've felt in a while. He threw you on the bed, holding your hands above your head so you couldn't touch him.
He needed to keep you away from him. He couldn't feel you.
He kissed down your stomach, but then he heard you sniffle, and he froze. Stifled cries left your throat as you angrily cried at him.
You were so pissed off by his actions, but too scared to tell him. Instead, you decided crying was the best solution. Besides, Nicholas always responds when you cry.
Nicholas stared into your eyes. Pure fear swelled in his pupils as he darted around your face. He cupped your face, wiping your tears, and you pulled away. "No."
Nicho pouted, "W-what did I do?"
You screamed, "YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!" Nicholas froze from the sudden shouting.
There was silence in the room as he watched you cry, pain aching in his heart. You cried, "What kind of boyfriend are you? You just come over for sex. You don't talk, you don't sleep over, you don't take me on dates. I'm just an afternoon fuck."
Nicholas shook his head softly, but continued to let you speak. You said, "I've done everything I can to keep you around, but I just don't think we can work out anymore. This is toxic. Y-you're starting to make me feel worthless."
Nicholas finally spoke. His voice was low and soft, as usual. "I'm so sorry." But you didn't want to hear it. That's all he had to say? Is he sorry?
You two have been doing this shit for a year. You needed him to understand how alone you've felt. You curled your knees to your chest. "Sorry?"
Nicholas looked you in your eyes. He looked so hurt. Nicho scratched his head anxiously and confessed, "I know I'm an asshole for not being there."
He scrambled, "I get busy. And no, that's not an excuse. I genuinely thought you were happy the way we were. I did feel very lonely, and I wanted to talk about where our relationship was going too, but I was scared." He stopped looking at you. Opting to stare at his fiddling fingers, "You were pushing me away."
Your eyes widen with despair. You weren't pushing him away. You gave up. He can't talk when he wants to talk, and ignore you when he wants to.
Nicho sighed, "I fucked up our relationship instead. Our relationship was never built on communication. It was built on love and trust. We were never good at talking."
He looked at you, eyes teary. "So I guess that's why I used my body." You cried, "You think that was the smart thing to do? Nicholas, you know me? We've dated for years. You know how I am and how I get. You shouldn't have left me alone like this. I'm insecure and don't know shit about how to be treated in relationships. My Dad-"
Nicho cut you off, "I'm tired of you comparing our relationship to your parents. We're not them."
He huffed, trying to speak gently because you were already crying. "We're our own people. Your Dad was a fuck up. I'm not him. I stayed, and I'm not nursing other women. I've only ever wanted you. You need to understand that."
You cried, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to believe that if you weren't there for me. AN ENTIRE YEAR NICHO! I had time to think about us and talk about it, why couldn't you?"
Nicholas shrank, hating the tears falling down your face. But you needed to have this conversation. He deserved to watch you cry because it hurt him too.
His breath was shaky. "I'm sorry."
You pushed him, "WHAT? Are we gonna have sex to make it up to me? You yelled, "We're over. Get the fuck out, Nicholas! GET OUT!"
Nicholas stood still for a moment. He couldn't believe this. He was losing the person he loved. You were furious. Maybe you were saying things you didn't mean. But he didn't have time to think about that as you grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into a standing position.
Nicho said, "Y/N, please. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry!"
You wiped your tears angrily, "Prove it. Prove how fucking sorry you are! There's nothing you can do! You know why?! BECAUSE YOU HAD A YEAR TO PROVE IT. I mean FUCK Nicho! I could've gotten pregnant and HAD A BABY by the time you realized how fucked up this relationship is."
You corrected yourself, "Was."
That stung. Pain shot to Nicholas's heart as he stared at you with hurt.
You were hurt, too. However, you were too blinded by rage to focus on that. You wanted him to get out.
Nicholas grabbed your shoulders, "Look at me."
You looked him in the eyes, much to your dismay. You could see it. The pure love and regret filled his eyes. He said, "I'd get jumped by your brother and Uncle Tommy if I have to prove how sorry I am. I will quit my fucking job. I'd buy every designer bag you've ever wanted. Please Y/N."
You wavered. You always waver when you two argue. Why? Because you love Nicho so much that you can't imagine life without him in your arms.
Nicho pulled you to his chest and hugged you, "No sex. I won't have sex with you if that's what it takes to prove how much I love you. I can't lose you. You're the only family I have here."
You sobbed into his chest. It was true. Nicho moved his whole life to Japan for his job, and you moved here for him, too.
Meeting in an elementary school and working your way to a relationship. You wouldn't call yourself childhood friends to lovers. He just liked an Instagram post, and you contacted him. How did he even find you?
Your arms hooked around his neck, and you stared at him. Nicholas asked, “You hear me? No sex. I’ll give it up. I’ll even let you cheat if you have to.”
You smiled. That’s hilarious coming from Nicholas. Possessive McGee right here. But the way he was looking you in the eye let you know he was being serious.
You said, “Okay. Okay Nicho. You win.” Nicho sighed as the weight of the world had just left his shoulders.
“Thank you. I love you.” You mentioned, “You know we’re not giving up sex, right? It’s just too good for me to give up.”
Nicholas smiled, “Really? Thought it was getting mediocre. That’s my fault.”
You nuzzled closer to kiss him. Nicho melted instantly. His hands wrap harder around your waist. His head was leaning down just so he could reach your smaller frame.
Nicholas hummed when you parted the kiss. You pulled him by the hand toward the bed, and he said, “Not tonight. I think we should focus on us.”
You faltered, pout forming on your lush lips. He couldn’t help but kiss them before settling next to you in bed. “We should just talk for hours like we used to.”
You smiled. When you two first started dating, you’d avoid intimacy at all costs. Instead, to prevent kissing, you’d start deep conversations.
Nicholas really enjoyed those days. He wasn’t even aware of what you were doing. Just enjoying your company.
But once again, all things end up with you two connecting. You two can’t help yourself. It’s your way of expressing how much you love each other.
First I jst wanted to say I love ur fics so much and as a black girl myself I’m so happy there’s a creator on here who gives us this representation 🫶🏾🫶🏾
OK now to the request 😈
Are u able to write a Jeongin x reader where the reader is a background dancer for stray kids and gets chosen to dance alongside Jeongin for his new solo song and somewhere along the line they fell in love.(He fell first and harder).
If u write this thank u so much. And I lowk forgot to add this but I hope ur doing well 😊
I'll Be Back 'round
IdolJeongin x DancerBlackReader
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Synopsis~ You were chosen to help Jeongin on his new solo stage for the upcoming tour. The choreography was sexy and required someone who fit those attributes. However, it also required someone who wasn't shy. You were the best choice. You weren't scared to bring out Jeongin's sexier image. And you did it without hesitation.
Warnings~Use of the N-word, she's very blunt, confident, kind of stern, Felix has hoe allegations, mentions of drinking, SMUT, oral, kinda rough, dirty talk, Dom Jeongin.
Word Count~ 8.5k
Sitting in the center of the circle of all your fellow dancers and the Stray Kids members was Chan.
He was criss-cross-applesauce, explaining his thoughts. “So, we decided Liza is going to dance with Minho. But Innie needs someone to dance his solo stage with. The members and I have all discussed who we thought would be best.”
Your mind wandered off. You were sure that they weren’t choosing you. Maybe they were gonna ask Lulu to do it. The song is so sexy, and you're the opposite of it. No way they would choose—
“Y/N was what we decided. She has the talent and the aura! Congrats Y/N.” Your peers cheered for you, Kevin hugging you tightly with excitement.
Kevin was Minho’s friend. They were part of the same dance crew.
You laughed, not knowing what to do.
“You serious?” Minho nodded, “Yeah. You’re a great pick.”
Not only was it rare as a black dancer, but to take the stage with an idol as a duo as a black woman was something out of this world. It was amazing.
You’d be one of the few to do it.
Chan said, “Alright. Well, start practicing, and we’ll go over everything tomorrow.”
Jeongin walked over, “Can I get your number to text you where to meet?”
You nodded, “Yeah! Here.” You tapped your phone on top of his, and your contacts slipped onto his phone. “Thanks.”
You nodded, leaving the practice room to go home.
You couldn’t believe you were going to be on stage like this.
Kevin followed you out the door. “Yah! Wait! Minho, me , Ally, and Chae are going to eat. Wanna come?”
You sighed, “Not really. I want to sleep for tomorrow. Plus, I have a choreo to learn now.”
Kevin pouted, “Fine. But don’t start getting upset that you were left out.” You pointed at him, “Yah! You did leave me out!” He laughed, walking off.
You were the youngest person there. You were born in ‘03, so everyone treated you like a baby.
You did have cute attributes about you, which is why you're confused about how you got this role.
Two days later, you were alone with Jeongin. He was in his normal practice wear. You had on baggy jeans, Timbs, a hat, and a jersey. Jeongin looked at you, “We’re starting from the top?” You looked at him smiling, “Yup.”
You played his song. You started dancing to it, noticing the way Jeongin was keeping a certain distance from you. You stopped, looking back at him.
“What are you doing?”
Jeongin stuttered, “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You laughed, pausing the music. “You have to touch me. Don’t worry. As long as you don’t take my clothes off, I’ll be fine.”
Jeongin laughed in slight disbelief. You continued, “I prefer to be touched anyway.”
You stood in front of him, placing your hands on your waist. His grip was loose, uninterested. You said, “Touch me as you need me. Don’t be afraid.”
Jeongin huffed. “Chan chose you because he knew you wouldn’t tolerate awkwardness.” You laughed, “Yeah, you’re super awkward. But it’s okay. It’s cute.”
You slowly danced to the rhythm. Feeling the music in your hips. Jeongin could feel how smoothly you moved your body.
His chest tightened. He’s not a perv!
You looked back at him, “Look like you're enjoying it. The more choked up you look, the less performative it’ll be.”
You pulled away, “Stop being a pussy!”
You went back into his arms, liking his warmth. He had a hard chest, too. Like, it was big.
You’ve seen his abs. The boys often take their clothes off during practice. Hyunjin and Chan, especially. But Jeongin was more reserved.
You continued dancing, huffing from being out of breath. You said, “Do you want water?”
Jeongin nodded, “Yeah. Let’s get some.”
You two sat near the water fountain. Jeongin asked, “So, what drew you to being a dancer?” You tilted your head, swallowing the water. “Honestly, my mom put me in dance because I always danced around the house.”
You looked at Jeongin, “Been dancing since I was three.” Jeongin nodded, “Wow. You’re cool. You’ve danced longer than Minho, then. 20 years.”
You laughed, “That makes me sound old.” You hit his shoulder lovingly. He looked at where you hit him, and he looked back at you.
Jeongin said, “Ah. You’re touchy.” You smiled, “Yeah. You hate that?” Jeongin said, “I don’t mind it much.”
You smiled, “Great. Let’s start again.”
Practice was hot. You were guiding his hands around your body. Your hands were so small compared to his. His hand was in an open palm most of the dance. He had to relax.
You had to work on your chemistry together.
You were packing up your things and looked at Jeongin. “Hey. We should hang out outside of work. Y’know? To work on our chemistry.” Jeongin nodded, “Yeah. We could go on Friday.”
You smiled, “Sure. You’re entirely too awkward.” Jeongin laughed at your honesty.
Jeongin gave this feeling. Like he secretly cared so much. Like his heart was soft. You could tell by how he talked with his eyes.
He understands how to display emotions.
“Alright. See ya!”
You awoke to an early text from Jeongin.
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Jeongin
What time would you like to go?
You
Whenever I'm free all day
Jeongin
Yeah? We could go rn
You
RN?! Jeez lemme get ready
Jeongin
Meet me here
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He sent his location, and you started getting ready. You like to take your time, make yourself pretty. You tapped on your makeup and looked at your phone.
Ready in thirty minutes.
You twirled in the mirror, watching your beautiful locs swing after. Each one hits your back with a satisfying tap. You smiled, "Okay. Ready."
You tied on your sneakers, liking to dress street style.
You went through your scarf collection, grabbing a scarf you liked. You tied it on quickly as you searched your jewelry box for your gold chain.
Your grandma gifted it to you when you were 14. It's one of your most precious possessions.
You clamped it on and sprayed yourself down with some perfume. Then, you rubbed some oil behind your ear and on your neck.
Now you were ready.
You walked out the door and got in your car to drive to this spot.
Idols usually pick quiet and unknown places. You weren't expecting much.
You parked, seeing Jeongin leaning against his car.
Jeongin's eyes widened in disbelief.
You looked beautiful. Lips glossy, jeans hanging around your hips lowly, chain sparkly, and when you get close. Your scent.
You smelled like a vanilla campfire. So good.
You pat his shoulder, "Hey. What do they sell here? Babies?" You looked at the rundown restaurant. Holy shit.
You were taught to never judge a book by its cover, though.
You lead the way, Jeongin trailing behind you. You made yourself seated and looked at the menu, humming quietly. "Uhm... what do you like to get from here?" He said, "They're eel here is pretty good." You huffed, "EEL? What am I? Rich?" Jeongin laughed, "I'm paying."
You smiled, "Wow. You've clearly never eaten with me before. Your hyung tries that shit on me all the time. Stabbed him with chopsticks."
You looked back at the menu, mumbling, "I ain't your girl. So don't try to pay for me like I am."
You squinted at the Korean, hoping that would make it easier to read.
It didn't.
An older woman came over, "Drinks?" You asked nicely, "May I have a Sprite, please?" Jeongin asked, "Coke?" You said, "MAY HE have a Coke. Jesus, no manners."
Jeongin was blushing bright red as you turned back to him. "So." Jeongin put the menu down to look at you. "So. What should we do to lessen the awkwardness?" You said, "Hm, when I was drunk, I pissed my pants at the club. And this guy I was going to hook up with left me there."
Jeongin laughed at your attempt at making him more comfortable around you. "I feel like you don't have many secrets." You laughed, "Yeah, everyone knows about that story... uhm, when I was 11, I was still new to Korean and accidentally said a slur instead of what was intended." He asked, "What slur?"
You presented yourself as if it were obvious. He still didn't understand. You said, "Nigga. I called myself nigga. Which is on brand." You laughed at your own joke, but he didn't find that very funny.
The lady came back with drinks, and you two ordered.
Jeongin sipped his Coke and asked, "So when did you move here?"
You said, "When I was 11. My great-grandma was Korean, so we came here to visit before she died. My mom ended up moving here." Jeongin asked, "Dual passport then?" You nodded, "What about you? You have the Busan dialect. Did you move to the Seoul district to become an idol?"
Jeongin nodded, "Yeah." He curiously asked, "Where did you learn your Korean?" You laughed, "Why? I sound like an old Grampa?" He nodded, "You speak very harshly."
You laughed, "My gramps taught me. My mom doesn't know any." Jeongin's eyes widened, "Really? How does she live here?" You said, "I translate." You looked up to see the lady coming over with the meal.
You smiled gently at her as she placed the food in front of you. You started to eat. You were hungry and curious about how the food would taste.
You gasped, nostrils flaring from the flavor. You asked, "Ma'am? You cooked this?! It's delicious!"
She scolded, "Don't speak with your mouth full." She started to walk away, "But thank you." Jeongin teased, "Eating before me?" You rolled your eyes, "I'm American."
Jeongin laughed slightly as he ate. He didn’t actually care, and you knew that too.
The day consisted of the two of you getting to know each other better. Jeongin really respected your honesty and drive. You were very passionate about your job.
He thinks he was starting to develop a little bit of a crush on you.
The way you touch him makes his heart beat faster. He should've known just from that. He's not into physical touch, but with you, he's okay with it.
You two went your separate ways, and the next day, you were back in the dance practice room.
You were already playing music, warming up by freestyling. Jeongin just stretched as he watched you intensely.
You were so cute in all those baggy clothes. He really respected your fashion sense. You turned around, excitedly asking, "Hey? You think I could do a backflip?" Your tone was casual, but your face was bright.
Jeongin shook his head, "What are you? 12?"
You stuck your middle finger at him, "Switch those numbers around and you'll get yourself closer to the truth."Jeongin sighed, "Can we start?" You teased, "Someone's eager to touch me." Jeongin blushed. You noticed his ears were bright pink, but decided not to tease him more.
You started the song, standing in front of him as Jeongin executed the moves confidently. Staring at you like you were in for a ride that night.
Bedroom eyes following your hips as you moved for him. He sang the song slightly as he rushed through the choreography with you.
It felt like Yeonjun and Daniella, or J-hope and Alyssa.
Chemistry was radiating off of you two.
The dance ended, and you sat down to drink some water. Your breathing was heavy as you looked at Jeongin. He winked at you jokingly, "You've got talent."
You laughed, "I would hope so. I've been dancing for two decades." Jeongin let out a puff of air. It was a laugh, but his smile was more demeaning than anything.
Jeongin said through hot breaths, "Do you have any idea what the other choreography looks like?" You said, "I could text Minho..." Jeongin shook his head, "Because ours is better."
You smiled. You liked the sound of OURS coming out of Jeongin's mouth. "It is better."
Jeongin smiled back, standing up to start dancing again. You said, "Innie, do you have anything you want to go over?"
He blushed at the nickname. You didn't think much of it because everyone calls him that.
Jeongin stepped behind you, slightly lowering himself. "When we're in this position, can I touch you here?"
His hand grazed your inner thigh. Your ears are getting hot as you bite your lip. His breath was right against your ear. You felt like you were on fire.
Jeongin wasn't doing better.
This position was killing him. Your thighs were so squishy. He wanted to be between them.
Jeongin sounded like he was holding in a breath, “Or should I touch you here?” His big fingers gravitated to your womb.
You sighed. It was loud and obvious. Jeongin looked at you. You said, “The first one was pretty sexy. I’d say let's do that.”
You pulled away casually. Trying your hardest to pretend that didn’t just give you a headache.
You pulled away, getting water. Jeongin wanted more. He pushed those feelings down as he looked at you.
You were insane. The way you could just pull away without a second thought. Like you didn’t feel it too.
Jeongin asked, “What are you doing after practice?” You shrugged, "Going out with Minho."
Jeongin's eyes widened, "W-with Minho? Why?" You quirked an eyebrow, crossing your arms.
You said it like it was obvious, "Because we're friends and friends go out and eat?"
You looked him over, realizing he wanted to go out with you instead. "Ah, you wanna go somewhere instead? I can rain check with Minho. We eat all the time."
Jeongin sighed, "Ah- If you want." You laughed, "If YOU want. I'm down. Just don't bring me to any seafood place." Jeongin laughed lightly. Almost like he was filling the quietness between your sentences.
Jeongin gently suggested, "What about Choi's subs? They have great sandwiches." You smiled, "Sure." You picked up your things and made your way to the door. You turned with the same smile on your face, "And don't expect me to pretend like you didn't just get jealous."
Jeongin blushed as he followed you out the door. He held the door open for you as you two made your way to his car. Jeongin stepped into the driver's seat, and you into the passenger seat.
It was low and loud. He had one of those expensive cars. The ones racers have. Except, he somehow made it look more normal. All black, like a regular car. It was nice.
Jeongin started the car, relaxing in his seat. It felt like his way of saying 'I got you.'
You felt safe with him as a driver. Even when he's driving his sports car.
You skipped into the shop and ordered your sandwich. You two ate together at the table. You didn't speak much.
You licked the mayo from the corner of your lip and said, "You nervous for the tour? It's starting so soon."
He nodded, "Yeah, in three weeks." You chewed before speaking. He waited with anticipation as he watched you chew on your big bite of food. He commented, "You eat like Hannie."
You laughed, "I was raised with siblings." Jeongin nodded along, wanting to know more about your opinion on the tour.
You continued, "I've been practicing every day. Getting kinda tired. I wonder how you do it." Jeongin sighed, "Not sure. It's been years, though. I've gotten used to it." You asked, "Yeah, but don't you want a family someday?"
Jeongin was shocked by that question. He didn't expect you, of all people, to wonder about the future.
You're very present and grounded.
He liked those qualities about you. Very earthy, heavy. But, you had this underlying compassion that was push and pull. Like, he couldn't have all of you all the time.
It kept him wondering. Really wondering.
He was starting to fall for your tricky spell.
Jeongin spoke, "I have a family now." You let out a noise indicating disappointment. Jeongin asked, "What? That's a turn off?" He was teasing, and you didn't realize until you looked at his face. "No moron. I'm just concerned about you getting lonely."
Jeongin frowned, "Why are you worried about me?" You confessed, "I worry about everyone! Even Minho. And he's impossible to worry about."
Jeongin nodded, playing with the straw in his cup. He was considering the possibility of having a family. Maybe he’d do it before the other boys.
He said, “I never met anyone worth having a baby with before. No one has traits I’d want my future kids to have.”
You laughed, “That’s fucked up.” But Jeongin lied.
He knows one person who does have that IT factor. It was you.
He wanted his kids to be as driven as you. He liked the idea of having a little family, and you were mothering them around.
He always imagined he’d be the laid-back parent. Jeongin was blushing, and you noticed. You decided not to mention it.
You moved on from that conversation and started a new one. “Have any hobbies?”
Jeongin laughed, “Yeah. Singing.” You smiled, “Yeah. Mine is dancing.” Jeongin watched someone behind you.
You turned around to see someone walking in. He looked back at you, “Hey, this place was pretty good. Do you eat here often?”
You nodded, “It has an American style. I miss home sometimes.” Jeongin curiously asked, “What’s it like to live in America?” You laughed with disbelief, “You’ve been to America plenty of times.”
Jeongin countered, “But it feels like work. What does it feel like to be a native there?” You shrugged, “Everyone is more talkative there than here. It was a rude awakening that you’re not automatically friendly with strangers here. How do you make friends if nobody wants to talk to you?”
Jeongin nodded, “Everyone is more introverted here. You just don’t have social anxiety.” You laughed, “Why would I? The worst someone could do is judge me.”
Jeongin found that amusing. “Exactly.” You said, “So. It’s not like you’ll ever see them again. You’ll just be a crazy story to their friends.”
Jeonging laughed, chewing his fries. You said, "Why are you so worried about what other people think? They're losers."
Jeongin liked that. He liked that you had so much confidence. You didn't give a fuck about other people's thoughts.
Now the tour was beginning. You were in different hotels every other day. But most of the time, you were over in Jeongin's room. You two ate together, talked together, and even sat in silence together.
Over the months, you two became inseparable. The boys were picking up on the energy Jeongin was putting down, but you weren't.
To you, he was just getting more comfortable being your friend. He didn't favor you or spoil you; you two just spent a lot of time together.
Jeongin had performed that night. Touching all over you, as you trained. He was looking at you like you were so hot. The only girl in the room.
And truly, you were the only girl in the room. But to you, it was just the performance of it all. You were applying it.
After the show, you took a shower and saw a text from Jeongin asking if you wanted to come over that night.
You didn't bother to answer, just opting to walk to his room. You walked past Felix's room, hearing loud noises from it.
Felix had hoes in every city you hit. You never thought he'd be someone like this. He knew what he was doing. But he was still a nice guy. I mean, as long as they’re two consenting adults.
Jeongin opened the door for you, and you casually walked in. You announced, "Felix is having sex with some other girl. I really pray he uses protection."
Jeongin laughed, "There’s no way he doesn't. Imagine how many kids he'd have." You countered, "Or how many STD's?"
Jeongin laughed, sitting on his bed. He flicked through the TV channels. He said, "Yah. I ordered some soju to the place. Also, some steak."
You wiggled your eyebrows, "Ou, is this a date?" He blushed heavily. “What’s up with you and dates?” You laughed, relaxing into his bed. You looked at the TV and asked, “The new season is out?!”
You and Jeongin started to binge Devil’s May Cry, and you were aching to watch the new season.
Jeongin said, “Yeah. I figured we’d watch it and get tipsy.” You cheered, “HURRY WITH THE SOJU AND STEAK!”
Jeongin laughed, rolling in the room service once the doorbell rang. You were cuddled into his covers now. Jeongin thought you looked so cute. He plopped on the bed, making you go flying into the air. You yelped, and he put the food on his lap. “Let’s dig in.”
You two went silent as you watched the show. Occasionally, making comments or noises when something crazy would happen.
Sometimes, laughing at what Dante would say on the show.
Three episodes in, and you barely touched your food. Jeongin started cutting the steak for you and putting it on your plate. You grabbed it to eat with your hands. You didn’t notice, but Jeongin did.
He noticed how you not only ate with your hands, but you hummed with joy from the flavor of the steak.
He kept cutting your steak and watching you eat. He loved to watch you eat. To take care of you.
He found himself falling for you more and more every day.
The fourth episode passed, and you were dozing off on his shoulder.
Between the drinks and the soju, you were falling asleep quickly.
Jeongin let you head fall on his shoulder. He paused the TV, knowing you’d be angry if you watched the show without him.
He was expecting to have to watch the entire episode over again because you wouldn’t remember much.
Jeongin tucked you in and cleaned up a bit before settling to sleep.
The next morning, you lifted out of bed, looking around.
You touched your head, noticing you weren’t wearing your bonnet.
You must’ve fallen asleep while watching the show with Jeongin. Then, you heard breathing.
You looked at the ground, and Jeongin made a little pallet on the floor. There he was sleeping soundly next to you.
You smiled, snapping a photo of how cute he was.
Jeongin was careful that night. He didn’t want to sleep next to you. He’s been thinking about you all night. Thinking about touching you. Hearing you breathe and your scent.
So he slept on the floor. However, he didn’t sleep well that night either because he was still thinking of you.
Jeongin woke up, blinking at how bright it was. You laughed, “You know the saying, babies are the cutest when they’re sleeping?”
Jeongin rolls his eyes. His voice came out deep and grovelly. That was a first. You were used to his soft voice.
“I hate that you only ever see me look bad.” You laughed loudly, rolling off the bed to fall on him. He yelled, but he still caught you. He didn’t want you to hurt your head.
You were giggling, kicking your feet to get him to let go of you. His grip was strong.
Jeongin let go and said, “We should try to make it to the hotel breakfast before it’s too late.”
You checked your phone, knowing Jeongin is a morning person. He’s usually up at 5 AM. You, on the other hand, woke up at 2 PM regularly.
All those times he’d get anxious about why you weren’t texting him back were because in the hotel room over, you were knocked the fuck out.
But today, you were up. And as a night owl, you can say, you liked waking up in the morning. It was nice.
Jeongin started getting up. You lie there. The covers still smelled like him.
Jeongin said, “I’ll be ready in five.”
You groaned, rolling out his pallet. “Okay. I’ll get ready in my room.”
You walked to your room. It was a short walk. The staff and dancers took a whole floor. You walked into your bedroom. It was empty and cold.
You grabbed your clothes and brushed your teeth quickly before meeting Jeongin downstairs. He was already in line to grab something to eat.
You cut the line and stood next to him.
Jeongin looked at your smaller frame. “Morning. The boys are over there eating already.” You looked at where he pointed. Chan was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his belly like an old Dad.
Seungmin was next to him, calmly chewing. Changbin was talking to Felix about something. You turned back to Jeongin. “Where are the other boys at?” Jeongin shrugged, “I think they went out to eat breakfast. Han texted in the group chat.”
You nodded, looking at your phone for the second time that day. You looked at the work group chat. Han had texted asking who wanted to join him and Minho for breakfast. Hyunjin texted back saying he was down.
Jeongin grabbed your plate and asked, “Eggs? You don’t eat pork, right? No bacon.”
You laughed, liking that he remembered those small things about you. He made your plate, portioning it like he would if he were less hungry. Jeongin joined the boys, two plates in his hands.
Changbin said, “Aww, you made Y/N a plate?”
Chan instantly joined the teasing, loving the blush spreading on his cheeks. You shrugged them off and sat at the table.
You started a conversation with Felix almost immediately. Felix was already joining it.
You two have good chemistry together. Felix was careful with his words because you were an intense person.
You didn’t see yourself as intense. You just worded things carelessly. You’ve always been like that. You take words at face value.
Jeongin let you two talk, and he turned to his hyung’s. “Channie? Do you have my hoodie from the last show? I left it at the venue, and you asked if someone forgot it. I realized I did afterwards.”
Chan laughed, “Yeah. I left it in my room.”
Jeongin nodded, a loud sigh leaving his chest. He was very into fashion, so he was a little scared about losing his favorite hoodie.
You were cackling with Felix on the other end of the table. Felix said something funny, and now you’ve gone silent with laughter.
Jeongin turned to you two, asking, “What’s so funny?” You laughed, “Nothing. You just had to witness it.”
Jeongin smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Chan kicked him under the table, and Jeongin locked eyes with him.
Chan mouthed, “Jealous?”
You were too distracted with telling another story to Felix to notice the talk Jeongin was having with Chan.
But you two slowly integrated into a three-person conversation. Seungmin had been so quiet that you had to ask him a question. He joined the conversation later on. Now, the whole group was talking.
Chan laughing, Changbin making dumb puns, and Felix rolling his eyes.
Han came into the cafe with Minho and Hyunjin not long after. Han kissed Jeongin on the head, and Jeongin groaned.“Stop, Hyung!”
Han laughed, sitting down. “Hey, what is everyone chatting about?”
You dapped up Minho as he sat down next to you. He leaned back in the chair, casually letting his arm around your chair. You didn't see it as anything.
Your back wasn't even against the chair. You were leaning over the table, about to say something to Hyunjin. But everyone saw the way Jeongin pushed Minho's arm down.
Han held in a laugh as you obliviously spoke to Hyunjin. "Did you go to the art museum you were telling me about yesterday?" He nodded, "Yeah. I'm obsessed with this new artist. Wait, let me show you."
The day went by fast. Now you were backstage, practicing with the girls while looking into the stylist's mirror.
You directed, "You should be more of a 90-degree angle here." You moved her arm, and the dancer nodded. "Noted."
You continued practicing. You were on in five. The boys were rushing out to do their first couple of songs, and you were going to go out for solo stages.
The crowd was screaming so loudly for Stray Kids. You loved the energy. You climbed up to the stage and stood in position. Jeongin's grip on your waist was firm, not like usual.
Usually, it was lighter, more respectful. But his hands were very possessive this time.
You glanced at him, and he was completely locked in.
The music started, and Jeongin sang gently as he danced with you. His hips grinding into your ass, hands tracing over your curves, and staring into your soul like you were all his.
It felt like he was fucking you with his eyes.
Your heart was beating so fast.
Jeongin didn't stop; he was careful, but still possessive.
The crowd screamed when he cupped your face and dove you down for a fake kiss. But as a joke, you slapped his face playfully.
He smiled, showing you that loving face you've grown to love.
Jeongin's smile was something you worked hard to get. He was very smiley, but you liked it when it was genuine.
Jeongin waited for the spotlight to fade, and you two ran away holding hands. Jeongin said, "That was so cool! Alright, I have to go change!"
He ran off before you could even begin to question him about why the hell he was touching you like that.
You rejoined the stage to perform as a background dancer. You watched Minho hunt buttcheeks as you danced with your fellow background dancers.
This was fun for you. This was what made you so happy. You loved being on stage. It was amazing.
Jeongin looked at you, and the whole world stopped. There was something in his eyes that felt so intimate. So full.
Love?
Nah, you're going crazy.
The show ended for the night, and you were right back to where you belonged. Jeongin's room.
You sat on his bed, groaning. "That was a crazy show. Stay's were screaming so loudly." Jeongin nodded, walking past you with a glass of soju. "I still have some from last night." He cleared his throat and sniffled before reaching to pour you something to drink.
You said, "We're watching the rest of our show? We have to start it from the beginning. I don't remember what happened on the fourth episode."
Just as he predicted. Jeongin knew you'd forget. You're always so forgetful. But it's why he loves you.
LOVE?!
He didn't just think that in his head just now, did he? He was surprised by his own thoughts, but decided to push those down to focus on you. Your time together.
You took your first shot, and you barely ate today, so it was hitting you quicker than expected.
Jeongin groaned, "Yah, why would Dante do that!" He was talking about the show, of course. You were watching silently, ready to bring up something that's been on your mind.
What was up with him today? Today's show, his quietness at breakfast, he was less smiley.
You reached over his lap to grab the remote. Jeongin shot out of his seat. "Uh, I have to pee."
He ran to the bathroom, and you sat there, highly confused.
What was going on with this fool?
He came out of the bathroom five minutes later and walked to his kitchen. Next thing you know, he was back with another bottle of Soju. "C'mon. Let's do some shots."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "We drank last night." Jeongin smiled, "Let's do it again." You were a bit concerned about Jeongin's certain interest in drinking, but you weren't going to turn down a good time. Especially with Jeongin.
He was quick to swig it straight from the bottle. He brought the bottle back up, and it was halfway gone.
Your eyes were big as you watched him pass the bottle to you. "You going through something?" He laughed, "No."
You quirked your eyebrow, but drank some Soju.
About 10 minutes went by, and Jeongin's entire face was burning red, and you were just tipsy.
You weren't drunk, but you felt buzzed.
Jeongin said, "You looked so pretty today." The TV was still paused, meaning you two were just sitting there in silence for 10 minutes.
You looked at Jeongin's red face. "Yeah? You looked pretty good, too." You blinked slowly and asked, "Hey, what was with the performance today? You felt a little more upset than usual."
Jeongin smiled, "I like you, Y/N. I like everything about you. You're hair, voice, style, vibe, aura, smell, even the way you look at me."
His eyes were low, and he was staring so hard into your soul. "You don't look at me like I'm an Idol, or some kid. You look at me like I'm someone. An equal." You were tipsy, but the clarity of the conversation was becoming more evident.
The room became less dizzying as you looked at Jeonging with clear vision. You managed to muster up a thought. What?
Jeongin confessed, "I like you a lot. Like romantically." He leaned in and kissed you.
It was unexpected.
Jeongin kissed you, and it was very passionate.
You pulled away first, breathless.
You wiped your bottom lip, looking into his heated eyes. Jeongin was staring at you like you were the love of his life.
You shook your head, "I should go."
And you ran off.
You thought that if you avoided it, maybe Jeongin would forget. But he didn't forget. And that scared you. It scared you that he didn't pretend. It scared you that it actually meant something to him, and nothing to you.
But that was a lie. It did mean something. That kiss made you realize that maybe you liked Jeongin.
Instead of meeting Jeongin somewhere for breakfast, you went to the hotel café. Seungmin was sitting quietly alone at the table. You grabbed a breakfast plate and sat across from him. His sigh was deep as you asked, "Why are you alone?" Seungmin said bluntly, "Because I wanted to be."
You ignored his snide remark, "Something happened between Jeongin and me last night, and I need someone to talk to about it."
Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't put me in the middle. Ask Minho. You two are close." You said, "But you and Jeongin are closer. C'mon. Please?"
Seungmin sighed, putting his phone down and adjusting his glasses. He looked at you with a straight face and asked, "Did he kiss you while he was drunk last night?" You nodded, "He told you?"
He nodded, "Yeah. He tells me almost everything. Don't get confused. He really likes you. Why are you struggling?" You thought for a moment. Trying to figure it all out.
"I-I don't know. It was all so fast and unexpected. And Jeongin is my closest friend. I don't wanna ruin that dynamic."
Seungmin sighed, "You scared he'd leave? Too busy? Cheat?"
You shook your head, "I'm scared he won't take the time to slow down for me." Seungmin's confidence faltered a bit. He wasn't expecting that answer.
Not from you.
You continued, "His life is so fast-paced. Every day he lives a thousand lives. I don't wanna be a part of the many of the past. I want to be a part of his past, present, and future."
Seungmin chewed on his fry while he listened intently to what you said. "I don't want him to regret being with someone like me because he didn't get to know any flaws."
Seungmin put his hand up, "Jeongin isn't even like that. Jeongin is actually known for dating the same women for years on end. I still talk to his exes because they got so close to us."
You said, "Another point. He can date for a long time, but he'd break up with me eventually. That's scary."
Seungmin sighed, "Did you come here to be talked out of dating him? You have to give him that chance." He leaned back in the chair, leg bouncing like he'd explode if he kept still. "Jeongin is a patient guy. He's very relationship-focused and enjoys building relationships with people. It's his M.O. I say talk to the guy at least before you just crash out." You squinted, "Be honest, Seungmin. Do you honestly believe that it's smart to start a relationship right now?"
Seungmin nodded. He sipped his orange juice as he looked at you with a blank stare. He said, "Do it while Minho is preparing for enlistment. It'll be the perfect time. Group activities will dwindle. Jeongin will have more free time."
You sighed, looking to the side, genuinely considering all of it.
Seungmin was logically thinking about everything. You needed that. You only ever thought with your heart. With compassion.
Seungmin stood up, "I'm going to my room. You ruined my breakfast." He walked away as you stayed there. His words didn't faze you much. You were accustomed to his blunt nature.
You continued to avoid Jeongin for the rest of the day. You were thinking about the two of you. How would he treat you in a relationship? Was he nice? Was he patient? Was he touchy?
You knew that last one was a no. Well, at least you think it was.
Jeongin wasn't the flashy type, so he didn't enjoy physical affection. But touching was everything you loved.
Before you knew it, you two were on stage together again. His touches didn't linger; his hand hovered around your body.
The crowd was still cheering, but the performance wasn't as hot and interesting as before.
You got off stage once his performance was done. Jeongin had about 10 minutes to change before joining the group for a performance.
Jeongin was careful. He didn't want to start a conversation and mess up your abilities, so he stayed quiet until the end of the show.
The boys noticed that you two weren't as close.
Seungmin stayed quiet about it. Something you appreciated.
Once the show was over, the boys started changing to go back to the hotel. You were already changed. You finished up the show earlier due to them not needing background dancers for the encore.
Jeongin followed you out of the building, chasing after you.
He said, "Hey! Can you come over tonight?" Your eyebrows raised, "What?" He clarified, "To talk! Not to do anything else."
You blurted out, "Yeah, I could come over." You were caught off guard by the whole thing. You weren't exactly sure what you two were going to do tonight, but you were hoping it wasn't just to talk.
Was that crazy of you?
You wanted Jeongin to tell you he liked you. You wanted him to crave you. And you felt yourself craving him back. You wanted Jeongin, too. You didn't realize that the adrenaline you felt when you two danced together wasn't from dancing. It was because of him.
His big hands made your body hot. His bedroom eyes made you shrink. His smile made your knees weak.
You wanted to see him take you and make you his. You wanted him to have that same confidence on stage with you.
But I.N. isn't him. That's a selfish thought.
Are you really equipped to date a K-pop idol? Those are the thoughts you were having to yourself. You were terrified.
But you were back at the hotel. The boys in the hallway are walking to the other rooms. You were leaving tomorrow evening, so they had one night to sleep for as long as they wanted.
But you weren't focused on their sleep schedules. You were thinking about Jeongin.
Your heart was racing.
You were about to tell him how much you've craved him. How much you wanted to taste his delicious skin.
That's insane.
Jeongin was careful. He wasn't the kind of guy to force you around. You liked that about him. But you needed him to be forceful.
You knocked on the door, and it swung open. Almost like he was standing there anxiously waiting for a knock.
He smiled, "Come in."
You walked in, cautiously. You looked around, like he'd be hiding booby traps. Jeongin was behind you, watching you carefully. You pivoted and blurted, "So what are we going to talk about?"
Jeongin's eyes widened, "Y-yeah."
Jeongin walked past you, offering the hotel couch. He sat on the farthest end, facing you. You didn't face him. You were too in your head to notice he was waiting for you.
You finally snapped out of your anxious thoughts and turned to Jeongin. "We kissed last night."
You nodded slowly. Jeongin rambled, "If you thought it was a mistake, that's completely fine, but I just think that you should at least give me a chance before you-"
You shushed him. Pinching his lips together with your fingers. Jeongin looked at your fingers, then back at you.
You smiled, "I want you." Jeongin's eyes lowered, and he slowly leaned back in. He whispered, "Then you have me," before kissing you again.
His lips were soft and sweet. The kiss made you dizzy as you tried to keep up with everything. He was so gorgeous.
Your hands ended up in his light brown hair, getting tangled in it. He pushed you onto the couch further.
Now you were lying flat against the couch, and he was on top of you. He pulled away and licked at your neck. Small sounds leave your chest unwillingly.
Jeongin was smiling as he kissed your neck. He wasn't the kind to leave hickeys. But the burning heat was left against your neck as he pulled away to another spot.
Heat pooled between your core as you squeezed them close together.
Jeongin was careful where he put his hands. He didn't want to scare you off too far.
But that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him.
You pushed him away, "S-stop."
He pulled away, eyes watching you closely for signs of discomfort.
You got off the couch and started to climb onto his lap. However, Jeongin grabbed your wrist so quickly that you didn't even see his hand fly up.
Jeongin quirked an eyebrow, "I let you be in control outside, but in here, I take the lead."
Your eyes widened slightly as you processed what he just said. Your heart rate picked up as you looked at Jeongin. That was hot. Really hot.
Jeongin just told you something that you really were hoping to hear. Jeongin slung you over his shoulder and walked you to his hotel bedroom.
He gently placed you on the bed and sat on his knees. He looked up at your pretty face and said, "Spread for me."
You obeyed quietly. For the first time in your life, you didn't have anything smart to say back.
He looked at your cute pajama shorts and hooked his fingers on the crotch.
He slipped the pants off and let his thumb rub gentle circles over your clit.
You hummed, liking that feeling.
You were a bit worried about his performance. You know how bad men are at giving any kind of stimulation. They just don't know how to do anything right.
However, Jeongin wasn't like that. He's the type of guy to watch you lose your mind and get off to it.
He leaned over you, pressing kisses to your lips. Soft and sweet ones.
You moaned in his mouth, and he devoured your sounds. He loved that. Loved...yo-
Your hand pressed against his crotch, and he ripped away. He said sharply, "No."
Your hand faltered. He pulled you by your hips and slid you closer to his mouth.
His lips connected to your clit, and he slipped another finger in. A pool of pressure slipped down your body.
Jeongin was quiet; the only noises heard were the sounds of him sucking against your wet skin.
Your hands gripped his curly hair, and a groan escaped his throat.
A vibration ticked against your bud, and you yelped from pleasure. It tickled in a good way.
Jeongin laughed a little, looking at you.
He was so infatuated with your expressiveness. He pumped his finger a little faster into your hole, watching your hole close and open, feeling you clamp down on his thick fingers.
Jeongin was satisfied just from the way your stomach dipped in from pleasure.
Your eyes were in a constant eye-rolling position. Fuck, he loved it when you rolled your eyes at him. You were so beautiful when you had a little attitude.
He watched your body twitch, and higher-pitched moans escaped your chest. You were turned the fuck on.
Jeongin kissed your clit, going back to sucking hard on it. Jeongin felt something ooze down his fingers, and he pulled out to see that you had come. He huffed, "That quickly? You're easy." You scowled, "Don't call the girl you're on top of easily."
He laughed while looking into your pretty eyes. "What are you gonna do about it?"
You rolled your eyes. A noise of surprise escaped your mouth as he tugged you closer by your shirt. His fingers slipped under the fabric carefully as he pulled it off. Your heart was racing with anticipation.
He played with your tits a bit, moving your bra up, but not off. He angled your hips into his and asked, "What do you think about this position?" You whined, "Hurry."
Jeongin smiled. Usually, it would look so sweet, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
Jeongin pulled his clothes off, throwing them into random places in his hotel room.
These weren't even his sheets.
He didn't stop thinking about all the places he wanted to have you in.
In the practice room, at his house, at the P.C cafe, at your place, backstage, on stage. Everywhere.
He wanted to rip your clothes off and take you. But he didn't. Why? Because under all that, there was genuine care about how you felt.
And he really cared about you most of all.
The way you laugh and tease people. The way you can't sit still. When it's time to practice, and you get super strict. Your passion for people and your job. Your business knowledge. The way you panic when things don't go correctly.
You don't lean on people to make it. You do it yourself.
He really respects that and wishes he could be more like you. More carefree and outspoken.
You were watching the way Jeongin just stared at you. You reached for his face, and he melted.
He leaned in, kissing your hand, then your lips. He traced your body slowly, loving the way you moved toward him. His hand tangled into your braids. You hummed in his mouth softly.
His hips crashed into yours desperately. You felt his dick slide over your belly button.
You ached at how long and thick he felt.
Your hands moved down to angle his cock into your hole. He got the hint.
He pulled away to look at your tight hole. He slipped in. Slow and intense pressure lit throughout your body.
His hips finally pressed into yours, and you gasped.
He hit your hilt without any hesitation. He was the perfect size.
He staggered, not daring to move out of care.
He watched you twitch, the way your breathing was uneven. He was concerned.
You muttered, "T-too big..."
Jeongin leaned over to kiss you, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to hurt you."
You shook your head, "It's okay. I'll feel better. Just move."
Your hands are pushing against his abs. They were rock hard. You hadn't even had time to take in his beautiful body. His muscular shoulders were huge. He had boobs the size of yours. Truly, he was handsome.
He fucked into your hole, slow. He watched your face, watched how you twitched underneath him. His heart couldn't take it. He wanted to stop. But, you whimpered, "Keep going~" Now he understood.
You felt good. You were full and hot to the brim.
Sweat was dewing on your back as you took all his length. He grunted with every new thrust that hit your cunt.
His skin began to slap against yours until he found a steady rhythm. A lewd noise exited your mouth as he slapped into your body. "F-fuck Innie~"
He groaned in your ear, "You like that? Huh? So fucking nasty." He pulled out and flipped you on your stomach. He reached for a pillow to help your hips stay.
Your back was arched, and your ass was waving in the air. He slapped it, hard. He loved to watch it recoil. He played with your ass a bit as he thrusted between your cheeks, teasing himself. He came right on your back, huffing and stuttering quietly to himself.
How could he not fuck you now? He wanted to cum inside of you.
He watched as his sperm slowly oozed down your glistening spine.
Your whole body is clenching desperately. You needed him, "Please. Jeongin."
He needed no more help. He pushed himself between your folds again. This time slipping right in.
Your legs shook as pleasure went down your spine. You both moaned when he slipped in.
He didn't start slow, but he was rough.
He used your hips as a guide to fuck you perfectly.
Your moans were loud and low, but also muffled by the sheets.
Drool slipped from the corner of your lip as the knot in your stomach tightened for the second time tonight.
Jeongin didn't let up. His speed remained the same.
You cried out, moving your head to the side to breathe as you came around his cock.
Jeongin pulled out, cumming again.
You huffed, your ass moving left, then right, before sinking into his pillow.
He laughed, liking the small show you unknowingly put on for him. Jeongin lay next to you, nuzzling his lips to yours. He gave you a light kiss. One filled with affection, before he asked, "Wanna go on a date tomorrow? Before the show? Maybe breakfast? Or brunch, depending on how much you wanna sleep tonight."
You laughed, "Yeah. I'm going to shower, and we'll go to sleep." He nodded, "And this time, I'll be sleeping next to you."
But you two didn't make it to breakfast. Nor brunch.
You two went at it another three times. Staying up until the sun threatened to rise. And when it did, you two lay there in silence, cuddling.
You drifted off soon into the morning. Jeongin opted to stay up so he could gently wake you up for work.
The boys wondered where you two were since neither of you were anywhere to be found. Jeongin pretended not to hear the boys knocking on his door.
And you two were both too tired to answer the phone. So, you didn't.
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Synopsis~ Taehyun had broken up with you about six months ago. But with recent depression, you hadn't been taking care of yourself. That led you to the hospital. And Taehyun was still your emergency contact.
Warning~ Smut, past relationships, a little angsty, my first time writing about Taehyun so it's not perfect!, mentions of trouble with eating, Dom Taehyun, Oral, nipple play, overstimulation, very intimate and soft, slow, cute aftercare.
Word Count~ 2.8k
“Hey.”
You looked at Taehyun. Flashes of the last time you were together passed through your head. You huffed, “Hey. I’m fine. You can go home.”
He said, “I called your mom.” You furrowed your eyebrows, “Why?”
He said it like you were stupid, “Because you fainted at work? They said you haven’t eaten enough nutrients.”
He leaned in closer. “What’s going on? I know you.” You said, “You don’t know me anymore.”
It was cold to say that. You know. But Taehyun left you. He told you this isn’t what he wanted. He didn’t need you right now.
You were in his way. So he left. But here he is six months later in the hospital. You forgot he was listed as an emergency contact.
That’s how he got here. He ran for you. He had to make sure you were okay.
Taehyun asked, “Do you really want me to go? Or are you just saying that to look strong? I know we broke up, I was there. Don’t make it awkward. I still care whether you’re alive or not.”
You stayed silent. Your mother taught you, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it.
Taehyun leaned closer, “Are you okay? I’m seriously asking. You’re not eating, and you look so frail.” He held your arm, seeing how flimsy you’ve gotten.
He liked you because of your body, your face, and your empathy. Something he didn’t have. You cared about others and put yourself last. Taehyun waited patiently for you to answer.
You looked at him, and for the first time, you saw worry in his eyes. “Y-yeah. It’s just my dad’s death anniversary is coming up.” He held your hand, his hands so much larger than yours. You looked at it, heart swelling. You admittedly missed his touch.
It felt natural.
Taehyun said, “I know how you get. You seclude yourself. But if you need to talk, I’m here.”
Your body softened. He noticed the way you defeatedly looked at him. Taehyun sighed, “I’ll stay until your Mom gets here.”
He did. He stayed. He called Soobin and let him know he couldn’t make it to practice. That was insane to you. Taehyun? The guy who put everything first before you?
Your Mom came in, worriedly scrambling. “Tae!? Did the doctors say she’s okay!?” Taehyun nodded, “She’s fine, Ms. L/N.” She huffed, staring at you like you were insane. “You can’t be doing shit like this, Y/N! I already lost your father last year! I can’t lose my daughter.”
Taehyun frowned.
When you two were dating, you never told him you lost your dad. But, you were getting needier, crying behind closed doors. You weren’t telling him things. Of course, he began to worry about you.
But he felt like they were hiding something, so he left. He told you that you were holding him back, but that wasn't the truth. He just didn’t want to know if you were getting bored with him and decided to cheat.
He did need you. That scared him. Someone like him never got too emotional. He never cared. But you were teaching him how to slow down and process how others would feel about his decisions.
He found himself worried about leaving you alone with your mother. She recently started drinking once she lost her husband. You weren’t eating to deal with the loss.
Telling yourself you deserve the pain of hunger for not spending more time with your father.
You two were so broken, and here Taehyun was. Perfect.
You both watched your Mom sob your eyes out. Your aunt came into the room minutes later to console her. Now it was you two back in the hospital room.
“I see where you get your overbearing worrying from.” You laughed, “I’m not that overbearing.”
Taehyun shrugged, “Whatever you say.”
There was silence between you before you said, “Taehyun… was I really in your way?” Taehyun’s heart burned with hatred for himself. Why would he even tell you that?
There was deep regret, and he lives with none.
That’s what he means. You taught him what regret felt like. “God no Y/N. I thought you were hiding something from me. You were.”
You looked to the side, “You were pulling back. I needed you, and I didn't want my Dad’s death being what brought us closer.”
Tae sighed, “We’re a couple. We’re supposed to share things like that with one another.”
You asked, “We’re?”
Tae shook his head, “Sorry. Force of habit.” He looked at you, continuing, “I should let you rest. Call me if you need me to pick up anything. Your mom shouldn’t be driving while she’s intoxicated.”
He got up, leaving you alone.
Once again. He left when you needed him. But Taehyun isn’t a mind reader. You need to understand that about him. Taehyun wants you to be transparent with him.
The beep of your heart rate quickened slightly as you felt yourself about to cry.
You need to be there for everyone else, but when you need someone, nobody is there for you. That was your life. If anything, Taehyun proved that.
You lie down, uncomfortably turning to your side. Taehyun left his mark on you. You dated for two years before you broke up. It was a long, beautiful ride.
He was so intimate. He made you feel so special because of how closed off he was.
You sat in the hospital for about two more hours before they released you. Your Aunt dropped you off and said, “I have to get your Mom home. Here are your meds. The doctor said don’t move around too much. Just rest Y/N.” You nodded, watching your aunt leave the apartment you called home.
You fell on your bed and huffed. You fell asleep, ignoring the hunger bubbling in your stomach.
The next day, you woke up to your doorbell ringing. You walked out of your room to see Taehyun there with a bag.
“You’re stubborn. I know you didn’t eat.” You quirked an eyebrow, “Beomgyu didn't try to cook this, right?”
Taehyun smiled, “Yeonjunnie hyung made it.” You softened. His members were all softies for you. Maybe it was because you were dating the younger member, but they really cared about you two.
When you two broke up, Beomgyu texted asking if you were okay. It was serious.
But here Taehyun was, looking at you. “Oh, come in.”
Tae walked in, looking around. You didn’t change anything. He walked to your bedroom, getting comfortable like usual. It felt like you two were still together.
Taehyun got under your covers. “What are you watching?” You reluctantly got into bed and asked, “You’re staying?”
Taehyun nodded, “I told Yeonjun that you passed out from not eating. He told me to make sure you ate all three of these meals before going home.”
You looked at Tae. He really made himself at home. You huffed, “Hey, if you’re gonna stay. At least pretend like you’re my ex.” Taehyun looked at you. He was surprised by your confrontational tone.
You’re not usually like that.
Taehyun’s eyes softened, “What’s actually the matter with you? I know you, Y/N. Stop trying to hide shit from me. It won’t work.”
Your body gave up. You lay on his shoulder and cuddled next to him. “I’m so mad at you.” Taehyun looked at you,“Why? What did I do?” Taehyun waited patiently for you to answer.
He didn’t expect you to start crying immediately. “I really needed you. Instead of being there, you left. My dad left. My mom's a drunk, and I think she blames me for my dad dying.”
Taehyun lifted your head, wiping the tears from your eyes. He didn’t know what to say to you.
You were just sobbing. His heart was hurting so badly. He just wanted you to stop.
He hugged you tightly. “Your dad died from broken heart syndrome. That wasn’t your fault.”
You cried, “But why does it feel like it is. I-I don't want to eat. I want to feel the pain. All of it. It hurts so bad! Taehyun, it hurts!”
He shuddered. This was scary. You were so upset. He didn’t know what to say to make you feel better.
You cried, “I pushed everyone away. Even you. And you didn’t deserve that. But at the same time, I’m so upset that you couldn’t see how much pain I was in. Did you even love me? You left so easily that I couldn’t wrap my head around it.”
You understand that you never told him. But he was so observant. How could he not know? Taehyun said, “I’ve got a point, so don’t cut me off. But when I first met you, I thought you were an idiot. You never spelled anything right when you texted, you never understood anything I said, you hate math, and don’t know basic chemistry.”
You stared at him, feeling so insulted. What the hell was he trying to tell you? Taehyun finished, “But the more I hung out with you, the more I realized you are smart. Just not the same way as me. You’re so creative.” He finally looked at you, “You put everyone first. You wear your little heart on your sleeve. When I watch you create things, it’s so intense and interesting for you. I may know math and science, but you know how to sing and dance and draw, play guitar and— well, what I’m trying to say is I do love you.”
You huffed, trying to stop tears from leaving your eyes. That was the most thoughtful shit he’s ever said to you.
He’s so quiet with his love that you didn’t see that getting to know everything about you was his love language.
You looked away, staring at your lap. “You still love me?” Taehyun looked at you, eyes darting over your small frame. He knew saying he did would cause trouble. But he was looking for it.
You made him so soft. You made him adjust to you.
“I do.” You looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “Good. Because I love you too.”
His breath hitched. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say to you. But you said everything for him.
“I know you, Taehyun. You don’t understand how much emotions are incalculable. You don’t understand that pain causes people to make rash decisions. Like yours.”
Taehyun’s eyes widened. You leaned closer, “You hate touch, and intimacy, and talking about your feelings. But you never underperformed with me.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He wasn’t expecting that.
He also wasn’t expecting to grab you back and kiss you harder.
His hands tangled in your hair as your juicy lips mashed against his.
You were so hot. But adorable.
Your breaths were ragged as you climbed your way to his lap. His hands slid down your hips, one hand capturing your ass in his hand. You hummed in his mouth.
Taehyun bit your lip, gripping your thigh, and flipped you two over. Your leg was still in his big hand as he kissed down your neck.
The first hickey of the night stains your neck. Fuck, you forgot how possessive he can get.
You breathed, feeling his tongue trace your weakest points like habit.
He knew your body. Your bed chemistry comes from his ability to know your body. He loved you.
You whined, “Taehyunnie… w—wait.”
He paused, his lips no longer suctioning to your neck. The sound of his lips leaving your skin echoes in your bedroom.
“You not ready?” He asked, looking into your eyes to try to find an answer in them. “I am. Are we getting back together after this?”
Taehyun nodded, “Yeah. I don’t make out with my female friends much.”
You laughed at his sarcasm, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t make out with anyone but me.” Taehyun mumbled, “I promise.”
Taehyun let his fingers trickle over the fabric on your shirt. He slid your shirt up, licking a long swipe between your breasts.
You closed your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows. Your pussy clenching as you squeezed your thighs closer. He wanted to deprive you of pleasure until he gave it to you.
He put his knee between your legs, “Spread.”
You spread your legs, slightly whimpering. He slipped your bra over your chest and sucked on your nipples. Your hand went to his head, fingers playing with his hair.
You let your head hit the pillows with acceptance.
Tae locked down your torso. His fingers hooked into your pants, and he pulled them down. He shuddered. He was excited to taste you again. That wasn’t normal for him.
He wasn't like this with any other girl. Even the girls he was with were there to stop him from craving you. From calling you.
He was with many other women. But sex was starting to feel like a chore. It wasn't like it was with you.
With you, it felt like love. Another way to express how much he loves you.
You were so soft during the bedroom time. So caring. Your facial expressions, the way you grabbed his arms, scratched his back, and kissed him desperately.
He loved it all.
He sank two fingers into your hole. He felt your walls close in around his digits. He was set on making you cum.
You huffed, your arm placed over your forehead. You were done. Tired already.
Taehyun laughed a little at your expression. You stuttered, "W-what?"
He said, "Nothing. You seem worn out." You huffed, feeling him scissor a little closer to your spot.
You shuddered, a small moan leaving your throat. Taehyun sighed, absorbing the sounds you were making. He knew you wanted him deeper.
Taehyun took everything slow with you. It was rare for him to get rough. He was soft and dominant. He wouldn't want to hurt you. He knows his own strength and your weaknesses.
He watched you start to shake. He slipped his tongue back over your clit. He sucked on you, hard.
You clenched around him, moaning louder. He felt the ooze of your wetness roll down his fingers.
He was satisfied.
He ate you out again. Liking the way you squirmed from overstimulation. He stopped when you bonked him on the head. Laughing at your eagerness.
He pulled away, slipping his shirt off.
You were met with his sculpted chest and chiseled abs.
It never got old. Your boyfriend loved to work out, and it was worth it. You loved seeing the results.
Taehyun slipped his pants off. You watched his cock swell in his boxers as he climbed over you.
His expression soft, his eyes full of light. "You okay? You need water or a break?" He was always like this. Always asking about your needs. You never liked to tell him.
Your hand moved to his shoulder, and you were tracing his shoulder with your eyes. "No. Just you."
He rubbed himself off slightly, precum leaking from his thick cock. He slipped it in. It was easy. You must’ve been really horny. Or sexually deprived.
He wonders what you've done while he was away. He didn't ask, though. It wasn't his business.
Taehyun watched your eyes roll behind your head as you moaned.
His cock went past your brim. It went to heaven.
Taehyun leaned closer to kiss you. He wasn't thrusting into you. He opted for slow grinding into your spot. Nice and deep. His tip rolls into your weakest point.
You could see him from your belly. He was so big.
His lips chased after yours. Tongues tangled into complicated examples of love. His hand cupped behind your ear, and he lifted your face into his.
It was so intimate, so soft.
Kissing you while he fucks you slow and deep.
You whined. The more conscious you were of who you were having sex with, the closer you got cumming.
Taehyun held your hips, pulling away to watch you cum around his base.
Your hands went to his abs, lingering below his belly button. Taehyun's hips rolled so smoothly into your spot.
Just like the way he did on stage. Slow, precise. Perfect.
Moans got caught in your throat as you felt the end coming closer.
You squeezed his bicep. His pace is unchanging. He fucked into you with his eyes full of affection.
You moaned, cumming spilling from your hole. Taehyun pulled out, groaning about how hard you came.
Your walls swallowed his cock, and he came in his hand.
He was quiet about his orgasms. Usually, his muscles are tense, but he never tells you.
Taehyun sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing circles around the hickey he left.
He didn't realize he missed you this much.
You said, "Hyunnie... come to bed."
He shook his head, "I'm coming back. Wanna shower?" You shook your head, "Just want you." Taehyun came back into the room with a steaming container.
He fed you the rice and said, "Mm?" You nodded, "Delicious!"
Taehyun fed you more like an incapable baby. You two talked together. Talked about your future and what life you wanted to live together.
Retirement plans.
Everything you could wish for.
Soft kisses and reassurance echo through the room.
Hi! I really enjoyed reading your writing! if I could request a fluffy bang chan one? where he says ily for the first time to reader who goes to their dorm the night before the show with art supplies and asks him if he could decorate her a toploader for her wolfchan pc holder that she was going to wear, like those belt pcs, while she makes freebies for stay next to him? If not, I completely understand 💙
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I don't know what most of what you just said was so instead I'm making them make a poster together for his concert
Arts and Crafts
Chan x BlackReader
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Synopsis~ Your first I love you's
Warnings~ NO SMUT, all fluff, cursing
Word Count~ 711
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ___
"Oh, you mean business." Chan looked at your hands full of arts and crafts. You nodded, "C'mon. You're good with your hands." Chan smirked at you, as if not to make a stupid, dirty joke.
You walked past the couch, "Hi Jeongin. Bye, Jeongin."
Jeongin just looked at you as you walked right to Chan's room.
You laid out the poster, the markers, pencils, and you even brought a bucket. Chan asked, "I pride myself on knowing you like the back of my hand, but what's in the bucket?"
You said, "It's my art bucket." You opened the bucket, and he saw trash bags, rags, brushes, and A LOT of paint.
He asked excitedly, "Are you going to let me use your nice brushes?!" You laughed in his face, "Over my dead fucking body."
You grabbed a trash bag, ripping it by the seams to make the surface bigger. You put it on the ground, covering the carpet. "I even brought my art cup. Can you fill this with water, baby?"
He kissed your cheek, "Anything for you."
You smiled, feeling heat rush to your face. Chan was so affectionate with you, so loving.
You started sketching the poster, going off an idea you randomly thought of last night. Chan walked back in, seeing what you were painting. "Whoa. My baby is such a good artist."
He lovingly organized the mess you made in his bedroom.
You two were very opposite when it came to things like that. You create the mess, while Chan cleans it.
Your head is very messy, all over the place. You overthink, and worry, and get lost in your head. Chan is very concise, and because of that, you two get along.
He put your bottles of paint in a row by color. You didn't mind his OCD. It was rather cute. Chan started putting your brushes and pencils in a row as he watched you sketch.
You weren't talking. You usually don't talk much when you're focused.
Chan wasn't going to interrupt, but he wanted to speak. He hated silence! "So you're doing graffiti? Are you going to put pictures of us on the poster?" You stopped sketching, rummaging through another bag you brought.
Inside were cut-out pictures of the members. You said, "My favorite is Lee Know. He's going to hide in the 'S' in Stray Kids." The way you cut out each member clearly had a purpose, but he has been confused about why Changbin was missing a head.
Chan asked, "Where's the rest of Changbin?" You laughed, "I had a funny idea of making him look taller by hiding him behind the 'I'. Funny, right?"
Chan was loving this idea, "Yes! That's hilarious." He inhaled air as he laughed. He got up and said, "I'm gonna play some music and make some ramen. You want me to make you a bowl?" You said, "I'm too focused to eat right now. But, I'll tell you when I need you to start painting."
Chan kissed your cheek again, loving to kiss that part of your face if he couldn't reach your lips.
But you didn't like that. You lifted your head and puckered your lips. Chan smiled, kissing your lips this time.
His needy little girlfriend. He loved it.
He loved that you were here, doing all of this for him. Making him a poster, and you were cute enough to put all the members on it.
Most girls would've just shown support to Chan, but you supported all of them. You've got to know all of them. Befriended all of them.
His heart swelled as he looked at you, "I love you, man."
You blinked, he blinked. He covered his mouth, "Chan?!" You stood up, eyebrows furrowed. Chan said, "I shouldn't have said that. You're not ready-"
“MAN?! You called me, man? What the hell! Just tell me you love me, you bastard!"
He was shocked that you were upset by how he said it. He pulled you by the waist and said, "I love you." You kissed his lips, "Better." He looked at you longingly, waiting. You said, “And, I love you too.” Your smile was mischievous.
He slapped your ass and walked out of the room to make his ramen.
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Synopsis~ Seungmin was moving from the dorms. You had a vacant spot open. He moved in and showed himself to you as a person instead of an idol. Stalkers making you two closer. He learns he cares about you in ways he's never cared about anyone else.
Warnings~ SMUT, oral, slow, squirting, mentions of stalking, forced proximity trope, dirty talk, Seungmin is a pervert low-key, they're really into each other, mentions of other idols.
Word Count~ 9.6k
"Hey."
"Hey..."
That's all you could say.
You should've checked more about who this Seungmin guy was. You didn't expect to be standing in front of Seungmin from Stray Kids.
You posted your room for rent in your apartment. Your last roomie left because she hated how much of a clean freak you were.
You prefer things clean, perfect, spic and span.
Nothing more to it.
Seungmin asked, "Could I come in?" You nodded, forgetting you were standing in the way.
You stepped aside, and Seungmin slid his shoes off.
He walked through, taking a look around. "It's pretty big. Where's my room?"
You walked him toward his empty room. "Ah, it's the guest room."
You nodded, "It's still pretty big." Seungmin nodded, "What do you do for a living to be making this much money?" You said, "I'm a vocal coach."
Seungmin's eyes popped open. "Really?" You nodded, "You're from Stray Kids, right?"
Seungmin laughed, "That's a light reaction for something like this." You looked back at the room, "Yeah, well, I've met my fair share of celebrities." You walked away, "I'll leave you to unpack."
It wasn't as grand as one would expect between the two of you. It just felt like a guy moving in. It wasn't as quiet in the house, but his ambiance was still present there.
Your stomach growled. You rolled over in bed, still thinking about having to do laundry.
You pushed it off, deciding you'd do it tomorrow.
You got up, seeing Seungmin dragging a box into his room. It was a big box. Must be a TV.
You asked, "Need help?" He looked at you, just standing there for a moment.
His deadpan face made you laugh slightly. "Hello?" Seungmin blinked, "N-no. I got it."
He continued dragging the box, but you didn't think he was being honest. You walked to him, helping him push the box to his room. "I'm gonna make something to eat. Want some?"
Seungmin asked, "What are you making?" "Uh, some jerk chicken and coconut rice and beans."
Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, not liking the way that sounded. "What is jerk chicken?" You said, "It's Caribbean food."
Seungmin tilted his head, "You know how to cook Caribbean food? Are you Caribbean?"
You smiled, "I'm Trini. I make a good jerk chicken."
Seungmin debated in his head whether he should trust you. He only likes Korean food. But if he didn't like it, he didn't want to force himself to eat it.
"It's spicy." Seungmin shook his head, "I don't want it." You laughed, "What are you, a pussy? C'mon, you're a grown man." His eyes widened.
That was the first time anyone outside of his friends and family had ever talked to him like that.
His heart beat faster, but he wasn't sure if it was nerves or curiosity.
Seungmin said, "I'll order something." You sighed, "I'll make it less spicy for you. How about that?" Seungmin shook his head, "I still don't trust it. I hate spicy food."
You rolled your eyes, "Seriously? Try it. I swear it's good!" Seungmin groaned, "Are you always this stubborn?"
You laughed, hearing a knock on the door. "Yes, I am. Are you expecting someone?"
You opened the door to see nobody in front of you. You looked around the hallways, and nobody.
You looked down at your feet to see a bouquet. You said, "Aww, girlfriend got you flowers?"
You picked it up, reading the letter, "Congrats on the new move. From your love, Aeri."
Seungmin's lips went into a thin line as he shook his head. He closed the door behind you, leaving him trapped between you and the door. He said, "I don't have a girlfriend."
He grabbed the bouquet from your hands and threw the flowers away.
He did it so casually that you couldn't help but get caught up.
Your face was hot; the closeness had you shaking.
Wow, he looked spectacular up close.
He pulled away and went back to his room. He said behind the door, "Tell me when the food is ready."
You smiled, turning on your speaker to start cooking some food for yourself. It was calm and quiet. The rice cooks into a soft white texture. It smelled like deliciousness in your house.
Seungmin ended up walking out sooner than expected. "Hey, this stuff smells really good."
You said, "Yeah, because it is. Sit down, the food is almost done." You opened the pot of cabbage and started pulling out the chicken from the oven.
Seungmin watched it with awe. He was really curious about what jerk would taste like. He's never lived with someone who cooked food other than American, Australian, or Korean.
Seungmin watched you make the plates, and you sat together at the table.
You watched him take a bite, the chicken smoking from the heat. He sucked in a breath, fighting the heat, face scrunched as he chewed on the chicken.
His face hadn't changed at first, but then his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "WOW!"
You laughed, "It's good?" He stood up, clapping. "This is the best chicken I've ever tasted in my life."
And you could tell he meant that with his chest. He really did. You didn't think Seungmin would be the type to give off those kinds of reactions, but he did.
It was interesting.
You wanted to cook other cuisines, test what he's had.
You wanted to know.
The next day, you were up. Waking up, cleaning the dust from your ceiling fan.
It was still the weekend, so you had nothing to do. However, Seungmin was gone.
You sighed, deciding you were going to deep-clean the house.
You wanted everything spic and span.
It was hour 2 when the door opened. Seungmin walked through. He slipped his shoes off and put them toward the shoe rack. He sniffed, "Smells like bleach."
You said, "I cleaned the kitchen. I'm about to start the living room." Seungmin asked, "I can help. Do you want help?" You said, "If you're not too tired. I know you're an idol, so-" He smiled, "We're on vacation. I just had a doctor's visit, and I went to brunch with Felix."
You smiled, "Oh, well, if you don't mind. Here." You passed him the Windex. "You can start by wiping down the TV." He nodded, spraying the blue rag before wiping the TV.
You started pulling the cushions off the couch and using the vacuum to deep clean them.
Seungmin asked, "Can we play some music? It's kind of awkward in here." You turned off the vacuum. "What?"
"Can we turn on music?" You said, "Oh yeah." You turned on the speaker and got to playing a playlist.
Seungmin hummed to the songs quietly. You continued cleaning places he's never seen.
Seungmin asked, "Why are you cleaning so feverishly?" You said, "My mom was a hoarder as a kid." Seungmin's eyes widened, "Like a bad one?" You nodded, "Really bad. Trash, mice, roaches, maggots, mold, all kinds of things."
You shivered, "Can't live like that again."
Seungmin said, "So you have trauma." You laughed, "Not trauma."
Seungmin asked stoically, "So what would you call it?" He wiped down the TV stand. A small huff left his nose as he focused on it.
You said, "I'd call it cleanliness." He laughed, "Yeah? Whatever. Do we still have more of that Jerk chicken left?"
You nodded, "Yeah, made enough for the week." He put his rag down. "How long have you been cleaning?" You shrugged, "About two hours." Seungmin hummed, opening the fridge.
His hand was on his hip as he searched the fridge for the food. "Have you eaten?" You looked at him, questioning what he was about to say next. "No, not yet."
Seungmin said, "Alright, I'll make you a plate."
The next day, it was time for work. You were up, brushing your teeth as you looked in the mirror. "Hm, whose appointment is it today?" You looked at your schedule to see Jungkook.
You hummed to yourself as you put on your clothes and makeup.
You walked out of the bathroom to slip on your shoes. Seungmin was sitting in the living room.
It was five in the morning.
"What are you doing up so early?" Seungmin turned his head around, eyes wide. "I'm usually up early. I'm a morning person."
You huffed, walking toward the fridge. "Okay, nice to know. In the morning, you just like to sit in the living room in the darkness."
Seungmin didn't really respond.
You opened the door, ready to leave. You took a step and stepped on something. "Huh, what?" You looked down and picked up a dead rose.
You looked at the night, "Hey? Whose rose is this? There's a note."
You looked at Seungmin. He wasn't looking at you.
"It says: You moved in with another woman? You're mine, Seungmin. I'll kill her."
Seungmin tensed, getting up to look at you. "Does it actually?"
You laughed, harshly. "No, I'm kidding!"
Seungmin didn't find that funny at all. "Don't joke like that. You could be in serious danger if I had a saseang."
You looked at him, eyes full of wonder.
He liked that you looked like a sad puppy. You asked, "Are you feeling okay? You look a little red?" You reached for his forehead, but he caught it before you made contact.
"I'm fine. Go to work."
He let your arm go, and you pouted. "Yeah, I'll be back around 8." You walked out of the house, preparing to go see Jungkook.
The drive was around thirty minutes. You got there, happy as can be, "Kookie!"
He giggled, "HI!" He hugged you tightly, and you two walked to the practice room for a singing lesson.
It was strange, you normally did lessons in your own studio, but HYBE was the only company that required you to go to them.
You sat in the chair, spinning slightly in it. "I haven't seen you since the military. How have you been?" He smiled, "I've been good. Ready to start lessons again. You know, the comeback is coming soon."
You nodded, "It is, what's it like?" Jungkook groaned, "Ah, I couldn't tell you. It just feels like we're back at it again. Nothing new."
You blinked, looking at your notes from the last session. "Okay, we're going to be working on your runs."
Singing with Jungkook was always easy. He had perfect pitch and could perfectly replicate everything you did. You just wish he had more vocal agility, more creativity.
The session lasted about an hour, and you then made your next visit to your next client.
You were all over the place, going back and forth to HYBE. It was annoying, but the day was over.
You were walking to your car when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around to see nobody.
You breathed out, realizing you were just being paranoid. You didn't understand why, but you hopped into your car.
You got home, and Seungmin was nowhere to be found. You huffed, taking off your shoes, and walked into your room for a good shower.
The shower you took after that felt amazing. You were basically a new person, feeling smoother and cleaner. The air felt cooler against your skin.
You walked out of the bathroom to make yourself some dinner. Seungmin was in the kitchen on his phone. "Sorry, was I being loud?"
Your eyes widened, "Not loud enough. I didn't even hear you." Seungmin said, "I'll call you back, Binnie." He hung up the phone, scooting the chair in front of him out with his foot. "Sit."
You laughed, sitting next to him. "Ramen for dinner? You sure you don't want me to cook?" Seungmin tilted his head, not wanting to make you cook after a long day of work.
"Nah, ramen is good." His eyes hadn't left your face. Your hand slowly went up to it out of embarrassment. Seungmin smiled, "Your skin... It's glowing gold." You smiled, feeling shy about the strange compliment. "U-uh-yeah. That's what happens when light shines on me." He smiled, "It's cool."
He leaned back in the chair as if he didn't just say the craziest compliment ever. "How was your day? Who'd you train?"
You thought living with Seungmin would be a little awkward, even a little annoying. You thought he wouldn't talk to you, but he was more extroverted than you expected.
You weren't the same. You liked your "me-time".
"Yeah, my day was very progressive." Seungmin nodded, "I'm still on vacation, so I've been lying low." You asked, "You going out?" Seungmin shook his head, "I want to get settled. I've traveled this past tour enough."
You pursed your lips, nodding. "Yeah, I'd feel the same." You looked at his ramen and asked, "This one is my favorite." He got up, "I'll make you some. Stay right there." You said, "I heard you can't cook."
He squinted, "I can make ramen."
A week had passed since then. You two were slowly but surely getting used to each other's presence.
His routines.
He wakes up early, is clean, and is in his room playing the game. Occasionally, he plays with Felix or the other boys.
Seungmin isn't really a loud person, nor is he in your face.
He allows you space, which you really appreciate.
He's not obsessed with you or too pushy.
But when you woke up this morning, you noticed something wasn’t right when he wasn't up eating a bowl of cereal while watching singing videos on his phone.
Something was wrong.
You walked to his room and pressed your ear against the door. Your heart was beating fast because you were scared.
As friendly as you two were, it felt like you were overstepping a huge boundary. That was scary to you.
You heard his soft breathing from behind the door and sighed with relief.
He's just sleeping.
You got ready for work like nothing was wrong.
Nothing was out of the ordinary to you. It was a soft day. The wind blew just right, and the sky was the right brightness. The ground was colorful with oranges and browns.
It looked beautiful outside.
You could imagine falling in love in a season like Fall. It's the season of falling, isn't it?
You smiled to yourself as you made your way to HYBE.
Heeseung was sitting behind the door. Waiting patiently.
A lot has happened to him these past months, and he was still figuring himself out.
But he still had a passion for singing. "Pretend you have a flat disk in your mouth when you're singing 'we~'. It helps with the run."
He copied you, singing it perfectly.
You clapped, "Yes! Okay, drink some tea, and go on vocal rest for the rest of the day. I will see you next week. Okay?"
He smiled gently, nodding. His beanie wasn't doing a good job of covering his golden brown locks of hair.
He was cute. But he wasn't really your type. Too shy, too quiet.
He wouldn't be able to handle your stubborn personality.
You made your way back to your car. Again, you heard the footsteps behind you, and you hated it. It unlocked this unreasonable fear in you. Your ears rang, your heart beat faster, and you were scared.
You looked around you, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
You turned back around. Your hand was on the door, but the woman was right behind you in the reflection of the car window. She said, "Stay away from him."
You turned back around, "From who?!" She yelled, "STAY AWAY FROM MY SEUNGMIN!" Her voice echoed throughout the HYBE garage.
You kicked her, using your car as a balance. She fell to the ground, and you jumped in the car.
She got up quickly, running to the door. She was trying to open it as she screamed at you.
You drove off quickly, driving as fast as you could.
But where could you go?
She knows where you live. She knows where you work, what your car looks like, and what you look like.
You were shaking from the encounter.
You sped to the house, running to the door, and slamming it behind you.
Seungmin walked out of his room, rubbing his hair as he looked at you with confusion. "What's wrong?"
You looked at Seungmin, eyes wide and full of fear. "Some lady came to me and told me to stay away from you! Do you have some sort of stalker?!"
Seungmin's eyes looked over you, darting to make sure you weren't hurt. "I-"
He sighed, rubbing his face with full agony. "Y-yeah. I do."
He sat on the floor, in distress. You dropped to him, ready to comfort the guy you just met two days ago.
Why? Because that's just the kind of person you are. You care about people.
"I moved out of the dorms because she was threatening to kill Felix, and the company isn't doing anything about it."
You pouted, "So you thought if you moved, they'd be safer."
He nodded, feeling himself about to cry. He cleared his throat, fighting his tears, his emotions.
You didn't like that. He needed to feel angry. "Seungmin, you need to fight for it." Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean? I tried, I tried so hard, and nothing gave." He stood up, "It's whatever. I'm already sick. I need to sleep." You said, "You're sick?"
He groaned, "I didn't want to tell you." You asked, "Why? What? You're a big baby when you're sick?"
Seungmin didn't find that funny. He didn't even crack a smile. "No, I didn't want your help. You'd give me more of a headache."
You laughed, "Well, tough luck, because now you've got yourself my help."
You helped him to his bed and asked, "What hurts? Head? Stomach? Chest?"
Seungmin flopped on the bed, groaning. "My throat feels sore, my ears are ringing, my nose won't stop running-" You said, "Ear infection. Yikes, those are the worst."
You stood up, clapping. "Lucky for you, my grandma has a great remedy for it. It'll relax you until tomorrow at least."
You walked to your kitchen, pulling out the apple cider vinegar. You poured a little into a glass and handed it to him.
He looked at the cup, "What is this? Why is it yellow?" You nudged it into his hand. He smelled it, screwing up his face in disgust. He looked at you, "Are you trying to kill me?"
You huffed, "Just fucking drink it!"
He drank it, gagging when it went down. "YUCK! WHAT IS THAT!?" You said, "Apple cider vinegar." Your smile was almost evil. Seungmin asked, "Will it actually help?!" You shrugged, "Don't know. I trust anything my grandma says."
Seungmin rolled his eyes. "Go to bed."
You huffed, "I should be saying that to you! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" You shoved his shoulder a little, "I already told you, Y/N. I don't-"
A knock hit the door. You both paused, looking toward his room door in fear. He stood up, "I'll get it." You stood after, "No! What if it's a sasaeng?" Seungmin looked at you, then back at the door. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
You stood there, a little shocked.
That's really nice of him, but you can't let him get hurt at all.
He's important to a lot of people, and sucks to say, but he's growing on you a little.
You walked behind him, closely. Seungmin put his hand out, telling you to back up from the door. But you walked closer.
You're stubborn, and you care. Two things that won't ever change about you.
Seungmin opened the door, and a groan left his chest. "What do you want?"
Chan walked through the door with soup, "I heard you were sick, so I came to see you. You moved out of the dorms so...." His eyes scanned the house, and then he saw you.
A woman.
His eyes widened, "Are you hiding a secret girlfriend or something?!" He bowed to you, and you bowed back. "N-no! I'm just his roommate. Uhm... and you're Chan?" You weren't that familiar with who was who in Stray Kids.
Bang Chan nodded, "One and only. Wow, this place is sweet. How much do you pay for it?" Seungmin was pushing him toward the door, "I appreciate the sentiment, hyung, but you should go home."
Chan looked at you one last time. It felt like he knew something. He was hiding something.
Seungmin pushed him out the door and closed it hard. "Alright. Time for bed?" You nodded, "Text me if you need me. I don't want you suffocating in your sleep."
You woke up to no Seungmin.
That's unusual because he was a morning person.
He'd be up in the living room.
You walked to his room and knocked.
The sheets shuffled behind the door as he groaned, "Yeah?" You smiled, "Can I come in?"
Seungmin sounded like he was stretching. He said, "Y-yeah."
You opened the door. Seungmin was in his sheets, rolled like a fresh blunt. He looked pretty comfortable.
You walked into his room, closer. "Hey, do you wanna go to the doctor? I can drive you." Seungmin sighed, "Yeah, we can go. Besides, I don't want you to go out alone. After the sasaeng."
He mentioned it so casually that you almost missed it.
Seungmin rolled out of bed, "I'll be ready in about 10 minutes."
You pouted, feeling bad for his agony. You waited in the living room for him to come out. He walked out, looking horrible.
But, horrible looked good on him. It felt human.
You were used to idols looking perfect all the time. When you saw Seungmin like this, your heart couldn't help but flutter.
Seungmin said, "Let's roll." You walked out of the apartment, teasing him, "Can you even drive?" Seungmin sucked his teeth as he closed the door, "Lay off me. I'm sick." You rolled your eyes as you two walked down the hallway.
"Whatever you say, grouchy."
The walk to the car wasn't long. It was when you were sitting in the car that he brought up another topic.
"Why do you have all these bags back here?" He turned back to you, and you confessed, "I've been putting off laundry all week. I gotta go do it. But, I'm honestly scared to go by myself now."
You looked at Seungmin, but he was already staring at you.
When your eyes met, he looked away. "I'm sorry." You smiled, "No need to be sorry. You can't help it." You started the car, driving off to the doctor's. Seungmin was mostly quiet, besides the occasional loud cough.
You, on the other hand, were jamming to your music.
Seungmin wouldn't say it out loud, but he appreciated the playlist. You were unconsciously putting him onto new songs.
Seungmin thought it was the cutest thing to watch you dance and snap to the rhythm. You were in your own little world.
But then, you were parking. Looking behind you as you backed into a spot.
Seungmin unbuckled his seatbelt with a big sigh. Almost like, he'd been holding his breath the whole ride.
You went inside with him to the doctor's office. You felt too bad to leave him in there alone. Though he is a grown man.
He came back in with a doctor's note, "The prescription will be done in an hour. We can go do your laundry while we wait."
You said, "Well, I have to go to the grocery store for some things. Do you wanna come with me? Or do you just wanna lie down?" Seungmin shook his head, "I'll come with."
Seungmin wasn't leaving you alone. Not while the saeaeng is out on the streets. It was all too dangerous.
You drove to your next stop, getting out of the car to enter the store.
"What are we looking for?" You said, "Some apples. cereal, beef, chicken, all-purpose flour, ice cream, and...."
You read over the list, "That's it."
Seungmin nodded, "Do you have a preference for the ice cream you wanted?" You pushed the cart with your elbows as you casually walked through the aisles. "I hate nuts in my ice cream. Also, orange and cream is disgusting."
Seunming nodded, "Noted. How do you feel about mint chocolate?" You smiled, "Love it." He laughed, "Agreed."
Your eyes lingered on his smile for a moment. He doesn't laugh or smile much. He seems pretty serious all the time, but he's known for being really goofy.
Maybe he just wasn't that comfortable yet.
You wished he would be. Granted, you've only been roommates for a couple of weeks.
He grabbed some ice cream, sniffling. "Do you like this flavor?" You hummed, "Yeah, why not?"
Seungmin threw it in the cart. He went through the whole aisle, grabbing different flavors.
At one point, you had had enough. "Seungmin, I'm not made of money here." He pointed at himself slowly, "I thought I was paying?" You quirked an eyebrow, "What makes you think I'd let you pay? This is MY grocery list."
Seungmin rolled his eyes, "Whatever." You pushed the cart toward the meat aisle, ready to look for some good steak. Seungmin was again choosing the most expensive steaks.
"Jesus. Seungmin! Please!" An elderly couple laughed, whispering, "Remember when we were like that?"
You groaned, not wanting any rumors with this annoying man. Seungmin loved it. Smiling nonstop from the constant annoyance he was causing you.
You finished up your list once you threw the freshest apples into your cart.
Seungmin asked, "We got everything we need?" You nodded, looking at your cart full of items. "Let's go to self-checkout."
Seungmin helped you scan your items. He smacked your hand when you pulled out your card.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Ow! What's your issue?!" Seungmin laughed, "C'mon. I thought you were just joking when you thought I'd let you pay." He swiped his card, and the checkout song played.
You hummed it, knowing it by heart.
Seungmin smiled, looking at you with this weird facial expression.
It was one of admiration, but you didn't notice.
Seungmin said, "Laundry next?" You asked, "You sure you're not too tired?" Seungmin nodded, "I'm not leaving you."
To be honest, you didn't want to leave him either. You don't know what his stalker is capable of.
Seungmin grabbed the bags, not even letting you hold them. "Let me at least hold one! You're sick!" He groaned, "Sick of you yelling at me. If you want me to get better, stop causing me a headache."
Your left eye twitched. He found that hilarious. It wasn't on purpose either; you were actually irritated.
You drove to the laundry mat, and he let you pay the quarters. Mostly because he doesn't carry change, and you seemed to be getting angrier.
While you waited for your clothes to wash, you sat in front of the washer. "You want a snack from the vending machine?"
Seungmin said, "Yeah, why not?" He got up, and you physically pushed him down. "No. Let me pay."
You walked to the vending machine, getting two bags of chips and two sodas.
You passed it, and he opened the bag. "So, who do you coach? I'm curious."
You tilted your head, "Do you know Jungkook?" Seungmin rolled his eyes, "No way..." His eyes landed back on your serious expression. His eyes widened, "NO WAY!" You nodded, "Yes way."
Seungmin looked around, "What's he like?" You laughed, genuinely.
Seungmin smiled at your laughter, loving the way you smiled. "I thought you'd know. You've never met them?" Seungmin shook his head, "They're way too busy. Chan's the only one that knows them."
You smiled, "Jungkook is just a cute older guy." Seungmin sighed, "I wish I had his voice." You furrowed your eyebrows, "No, dude. Your voice is amazing. Don't ever say that."
Seungmin was shocked by your compliment. "You think so?" Seungmin waited for an answer, desperate for you to tell him the truth.
"I know so. The amount of vocal stability and breathing techniques required to have your kind of tone is very difficult. Your voice is amazing."
Seungmin nodded, feeling appreciated. "Will I ever hear you sing?" You laughed, singing opera, "Feeling up my truck, yeah, you want that ride~."
Seungmin laughed at your silly antics. You sighed, liking how comfortable you two have gotten. You thought he'd be colder, but he's personable. Extroverted.
You just don't know much about him. You're sure that if you asked, he'd tell.
Seugnmin was still staring at you, eyes wavering between your pretty features. The dryer beeped, and you stood up. "Ah, my clothes are ready."
You started grabbing your things, not even noticing Seungmin's quiet stare.
What was he thinking about?
Well, Seungmin was very protective of the people he cares about. He was in the process of worrying about how you were getting home from work tomorrow. That made him realize you're starting to grow on him.
He was trying to figure out what it was about you that he liked.
Maybe your honesty, or your beautiful smile. Your jokes, independence, and confidence.
It could be a number of things. He just can't put his finger on it.
You two picked up his medicine and made your way back home.
Seungmin locked himself in his room, telling you how he didn't want you to get sick. It was funny. He’s been around you all day at that point.
You knocked on his door, and he groaned, "Open."
You opened the door, seeing his body in bed. He was clearly in a lot of pain. More pain than early that day. "It's time to take more medicine."
You opened the pill bottle and handed it to him. You tripped on his jacket, which he had worn earlier. Seungmin caught you by the waist. "Careful."
You were frozen.
His hands felt so big. He felt so big.
It was an amazing feeling. Granted, you were touch-deprived. But the feeling of his touch on you made your belly do flips.
"Thanks. Uhm, sorry." You looked around his room. You discovered memories and personality traits just from his room. An acoustic guitar? You didn't know he played.
Pictures of him and his mom. He looks exactly like her.
A collage on his wall of memories with his members. A calendar on his wall with a red circle around October 3rd and 25th. You looked back at Seungmin, "You feeling any better?" You placed your hand on his forehead, and he hummed in delight.
He was burning up. "I do." "Ugh- Liar." You were about to get up, but he grabbed your arm. "Stay."
You were confused, but he was sick. So you gave in.
You wanted to be as helpful as possible to him. That's what you told yourself. But truthfully, you just wanted to be closer to him. Smell him. Feel his warmth.
Seungmin got comfy, his voice sending a vibration to your head. "Ah, I should probably tell you that Chan and Lee Know are coming over today."
You smiled, "What time? I don't mind."
Seungmin said, "I don't know. They said they were gonna cook me something." You laughed, "But when I offer, it's a hard pass." Seungmin smiled, "It's fun telling you no. I can tell you haven't heard it often."
You rolled to your side, looking for his remote. "Oh, you're a bitch." He laughed loudly, turning it into a cough. You looked at him, making sure he was okay.
"Damn, that was a crunchy ass cough. You sure you don't want me to make you some tea?"
Seungmin waved his hand at you, "Nono. Don't worry. I'm fine. Especially if you’re gonna put apple spider vinegar in there." You laughed at him, “It’s apple cider vinegar. You’re not okay.” He coughed louder, and you reiterated, “Clearly.”
You rolled your eyes, leaving his room to make him tea. You didn't care that he rejected you. That didn't matter. You wanted him to feel better.
Your water was boiling, and you heard a knock on the door. You opened it to see two boys frantically bowing. "Hi again! I’m worried about Seungmin. Can we come in?" You smiled at what Chan said.
Minho stayed quiet. He inspected the home, taking everything in.
You watched him bow at you again before entering behind Chan. Minho's voice was soft, "Seungminnie~" He walked into his room.
Chan peeked out, "Ah, is it okay if I heat up his food?" You nodded, "Of course!"
He walked in, his steps apprehensive.
You said, "Make yourself at home, bud. You're Seungmin's guest." Chan quirked an eyebrow, "Seungmin? You two friendly?" His eyes followed yours like you got caught sneaking out.
"Yeah. I don't hate the guy, if that's what you're asking."
Chan laughed, "It wasn't, but it's alright." You were unsure of what he meant. Instead of asking, you let it go.
For once in your life, you let something go because you were scared that he saw through the facade you were telling yourself.
You cared.
You cared a lot about Seungmin. Your body needed to catch up to your brain ASAP. You were getting confused.
Seeing him as a friend, but aching for him like a lover.
You weren't too fond of the idea of taking steps in that kind of direction.
However, you heard Seungmin yell in his room, and your body jerked. Chan yelled, "Minho! Stop bothering Seungmin."
You peeked in to see Minho poking his finger in Seungmin's nose. You asked slowly, "Uhm... what are you two doing?" Minho laughed, "Bothering him while he's too weak to fight back."
You walked closer, "Please, take pity on the guy. Look at him."
Seungmin was clearly not okay. His breathing was heavy; you could hear a slight wheeze from his chest, he had used tissues all over his bedside table, and he was sweating.
You offered him an ice pack and a cold rag to help cool him down.
Seungmin took it with frantic hands. "Ah~ That feels good."
You smiled, "Good, I'm glad."
Minho looked at you, "How is he as a roommate?" You smiled, "Fun. Very spacious. I forget he's even here sometimes."
Seungmin groaned, "I'm glad." You looked at Seungmin pouting, "Poor thing."
Minho's eyes went back and forth between you two. He looked like he had something to say, but was holding it down with all his might.
You didn’t think Minho was the type to hold back what he wanted to say.
Minho walked out, "I'm gonna help Chan." He stood up, closing the door behind him. You sank deeper in the bed, "They're not annoying you, are they?" You shook your head, "They're just weird. I'm more worried about you."
You looked at the time, "I'll get your medicine."
Seungmin was quiet as he watched you bend over his TV stand. He looked away, but he couldn't help but think about it.
Your ass.
So round and fat.
He wanted to grab it, slap it, bite it.
He felt heat pooling down to his cock, and he whispered to himself. "Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts!" You turned around, "What?"
Seungmin shook his head, "Nothing!"
Chan and Minho burst through the room, and his face furrowed in relief. The kind you noticed, but didn't understand.
He must really love his members.
It wasn't long before the boys left, and you went to bed, leaving Seungmin alone.
A couple of months went by. You two have gotten comfortable. You would even consider Seungmin a friend.
You two often sit together on the couch and watch TV, you always eat together, and your routines have rubbed off on each other.
There's no waking up and leaving at separate times. Now, it's more comfortable.
Like how you'll walk into his room with nothing but a string top and sleep shorts, asking him for something. "Minnie? Have you seen my edge control? I could've sworn it was in my bathroom, but it's not there."
Seungmin turned around, toothbrush still in his mouth. "What would you do without me?"
He looked over your shoulder, "You brought it with you to work yesterday and did your edges in your car. You left it in your car." You sighed with relief, "Oh! Right! My bad."
You walked out, and Seungmin didn't hold back from checking your figure out.
You were so round, so soft-looking.
Your footsteps were light as you skipped back to your room.
You closed your door to change, and made your way to the living room, "I'm leaving now! Bye!"
Seungmin nodded, "Wait! Let me walk you out! It's dangerous."
You sighed, not feeling like arguing again.
Another thing that's now added to your routine is, if you leave the house, Seungmin is coming with you.
Every time.
He can't stand the thought of you getting hurt by his stalker, so he sticks to your side like glue in public.
You said, "Hurry! I'm going to be late for my appointment!"
Seungmin slipped on his Crocs and ran outside with you. He opened the door for you to get in the car. Once you did, he leaned against the car door.
"Be safe?" You nodded, "Yes. And I'll come straight home." He smiled, "That's my girl. Have a good day." He gave you a thumbs up.
Audience, you heard that right?
That's my girl?
His girl?
HIS GIRL? WHAT A FUCKING MINUTE.
By the time you were about to say something, he was already leaving the garage. And you were late. And too pussy to say something if you were being honest.
You wanted to know what that last comment was about, but you two are friends. Maybe he's getting more comfortable calling you nicknames.
You didn't start calling him Minnie until a couple of weeks ago.
But you pushed those thoughts down and started your day.
Work was easy. It's usually a simple day, and you come back home. You like that when you and Seungmin go out, he always says he wants to go home.
Home is where you are. But he literally lives with you.
Maybe you were being delusional.
Seungmin was on the couch watching TV. The house was cleaned to perfection. He was folding laundry in the living room when you walked in. "Oh, hey. You're home early."
You said, "Don't you have a schedule?" He patted the couch, "No, but I did want to talk to you about that."
You asked, "What's the matter?" His face looked slightly grim. "I have a show in France. I'm going there in a few days. I'll be gone for a couple of days, and I'm a little worried about leaving you home by yourself."
You tilted your head, "Worried? Seungmin, since when do you worry!? I'll be okay. I have the members' numbers, and yours, not to mention the police."
Seungmin sighed, "That puts me at ease that you're not scared like me."
You smiled, "There's nothing to fear. She can't come in."
Seungmin nodded, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
It was the week of his show. He was at a fashion show, doing fashion shit in France, while you sat at home missing him.
Sitting on the couch alone, nobody to talk to in the morning, there was nobody to eat with, make food suggestions, sing with, play video games with...
You were missing him.
To the point that one night, you went to his room and slept on his bed.
The sheets smelled like him. His room was warm, and it felt like Seungmin was hugging you.
Hugging you like when you finally got a better rank on League, or when you two worked together to fix the plumbing in your sink, or when you two watch horror together.
Seungmin's touch was missed.
He touched more than all the guys you've ever liked. You liked that. A lot.
Seungmin was careful, thoughtful, and funny when he wanted to be. You appreciated those traits in him. Enjoying his presence and state of mind.
Seungmin texted you a video from the runway.
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Mini
Look! They're booty is out! AHH!
You
Please look proffesional
Mini
I am professionally staring at her ass
You
Wait
You
HOLY SHIT SHE'S CAKED TF UP
Mini
IKR SEE
Mini
I knew you'd understand the art of ass YN
You
You're so silly hhaahhha
You
When are you coming home I miss you
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You were about to delete that message.
It was weird.
It was stupid. But to your surprise, Seungmin texted back.
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Mini
Miss you too
Mini
My flight lands at 4 AM my driver said I should be home around 6
You
That's when I wake up
Mini
Ik I'll be the first thing you see tomorrow
Mini
Gotta go
You
Kk see you when I wake up
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You groaned, telling yourself you should get up from his bed. You shouldn't sleep here because he'd notice.
But you ended up falling asleep.
You were in dream mode until you felt something move. You woke up to see Seungmin sleeping next to you.
At first, you were going to move away, but he unconsciously pulled you in closer.
You yelped, letting your head fall into his chest.
Seungmin hummed, sleeping peacefully.
When Seungmin got home, he went to your room to tell you hi, but you weren't there.
That was weird, because you were expecting him.
Panic went through his veins as he thought about his stalker. Maybe she took you!
But all of that panic went away when he saw you cuddled into his bed like a puppy missing its owner.
You were so cute, and he was so tired.
Who was he to tell you to leave? He's done worse.
Before, when you went to work, he'd curiously rummage through your things.
Not in your room, just in the living room and kitchen.
Then, when he got over being sick, he curiously walked into your room. He sat on your bed, taking in your scent. He opened the bedside table to see a rose toy.
His eyes widened, and he shut the drawer and swore to never go through your things again.
But he couldn't stop thinking about it.
He wondered if, when he goes to sleep, if you were pleasuring yourself then. Behind that closed door, were you muffling moans, as you squirmed around to a toy?
You should be squirming to him, his rhythm.
But those were words better kept inside.
Now he was lying beside you, pulling you in closer because he missed you.
He thought these feelings he had for you were purely sexual. But your feelings for Seungmin were emotional.
The way he was there for you, the way he responded to you, treated you, teased you, touched you...
It made you feel special.
You were special to Seungmin.
And you were. Seungmin just didn't know it yet.
He peeked open an eye to look at you. He didn't realize you were up. His eyes darted open, "Morning."
Your hands were on his chest as you broke eye contact, "Good morning."
He looked at your bonnet and said, "You got a new bonnet?" You always walked around the house with a bonnet on. It was the funniest thing to Seungmin. Not funny as in he's making fun of you, funny as in he finds it adorable.
He's imagined you in ten different angles with that bonnet on in every single one of them.
But, he's a gentleman.
He doesn't understand. Nobody makes him feel like that. No woman has ever made him lose composure. Nobody except you.
He had to stay away from you. He couldn't let you get any closer. You would just get hurt.
He jolted out of bed, "I'm gonna-"
But you had other plans. Pulling him back into bed, and kissing him on the mouth so casually that he didn't know what to do.
You murmured and turned back around. Were you still asleep? No, you weren't. You decided to take a risk.
Your heart has never jumped at someone like this before.
The connection between you felt strong.
Seungmin's muscles were stiff. He didn't like that.
You turned around, "Sorry, I should-"
He finished, "Go."
You interpreted him telling you to go, but Seungmin only meant to finish your sentence.
You stood up, "Sorry. I don't know what that was! You must be so uncomfortable with me! I'm sorry for sleeping here too! I'll pay for your laundry."
You walked out of his room, and Seungmin tried to chase after you, but you closed your door.
He was going to pull back first, but since you made that decision first, now he wanted to be the reason you two were back together.
He huffed, giving you the space that you needed.
But you didn't want that space.
It was bright outside, and he wasn't busy. Now was the perfect time to try to be together. To try to talk it out. Try to understand.
You didn't imagine these feelings. They were there.
When you're making food, Seungmin is behind you, touching all over.
When you watch TV, Seungmin is there, cuddling into you.
When you take naps on the couch from exhaustion, Seungmin has been there to carry you to your bed.
Seungmin has gone to the grocery stores, laundry mats, donation centers, and even to work sometimes.
He's been there for every weird task you've needed to do.
When you came home with sticky paper and announced you wanted to put wallpaper on the counter to get white granite countertops, he helped.
When you came home with a lost cat and told him you didn't want to let it go, he was there.
You know he wanted to be there.
The way he looks at you like you're amazing. Like you’re incredible.
Because you were.
You've got the creativity he's always wanted. The ability to do things and make things without thinking.
The Y/N touch.
Even the way you season Korean food is odd, but it makes it flavorful.
If Seungmin was being honest, he truly thinks he might've been developing feelings back. Not just physical ones.
You were confused about why he couldn't understand himself. What was so hard? But you do more self-reflection than the regular person.
All you do is think. Think hard and long all day.
You were thinking right now.
On your bed, crying, staring at the ceiling like it ruined your life.
But the ceiling didn't do anything; it was your fault.
The door opened, and you sat up. "Seungmin? I'm sorry-"
It wasn't Seungmin.
It was the girl from before. The girl who threatened you at your car.
You recognized the pale skin, but most of all her platinum blonde hair. "I told you to stay away from Seungminnie..."
She inched closer, something shiny in her hand.
You stepped back, hitting the door frame. You were panicking. Should you scream, make a run for it, or fight?
You didn't know. You couldn't understand. How can someone be so sick and twisted?
But you did what you could.
You screamed so loud that the dogs from the first floor started barking.
She lunged at you. It was with harmful intent. You rolled on the ground, crawling toward the door. She grabbed your foot, and you kicked her in the face, yelling, "HELP ME!"
You heard someone stumbling down the hallway. Seungmin ran into the house, snatching the knife from her defeated grip.
She looked insane. Her pupils were dilated. "Oh, my boyfriend came to save me from this intruder!" Seungmin looked at her, "I'm not your boyfriend."
Blood oozed from her nose.
Seungmin was calling the police, finally ready to get her arrested for harm.
Police swarmed your home, and you were shivering, cuddled into Seungmin's blanket. He was staring at you with so much worry. But you were okay. Unscathed.
The only problem was the kiss.
You didn't care about the stalker. You cared about Seungmin. You cared about how he felt. And, now that she's caught, would he move out?
You've been together for about 4 months. A lot happened in those four months. You developed feelings and habits.
The police officer asked, "And what did Mr. Kim do when he got the knife?" You answered, cuddling closer to Seungmin's body heat, "He called 911."
A tear escaped your face, and Seungmin rubbed your arm comfortingly.
Seungmin realized something about himself.
When he heard you scream, his heart dropped. The same way he felt when I.N. passed out. Or when Chan hurt his shoulder.
Or when Felix cried.
When Changbin cried, too.
That feeling that hurts so much because you care about this person. That was the feeling.
He had a feeling like that about you.
He was afraid of losing you more than anything else.
Seungmin didn't let go of you that night. You forced him to sleep with you in bed. You were terrified, having scary nightmares.
You woke up in a cold sweat. Seungmin was there, petting your hair, whispering, "It's okay."
Your eyes blinked closed from his comforting voice. You were going to be okay. Seungmin was here now.
Thankfully.
You cuddled into his chest, and Seungmin asked,"I know it's a bad time, what was that kiss about?"
Your eyes shot open, clarity clearing the foggy brain. "What?!"
Seungmin asked, "You kissed me this morning." You rolled over, back facing him. "We're not going to talk about this right now. I almost died today." Seungmin was one to let things go, but he knew you.
Sure, it's only been 4 months, but he lives with you.
When you're upset, you like to be pushed. You liked to be begged for attention. That was a funny fact about you.
Seungmin pulled your arm closer and hugged you tightly. "I'm not letting you go. I just want to know why you did it."
You didn't want to answer, so he held you closer. Now he was poking your pouty cheeks and belly. "Ah! Stop- Hey!" You started laughing. That cute and contagious laughter that he loved to hear.
"Just tell me why you-"
Your lips pressed into his. Soft, slow, deliberate.
Seungmin's eyes fluttered closed. He liked that. He liked this feeling.
He was a cautious person, protective of his heart. But he knew someone like you wouldn't hurt him. He knows your daily life, your friends, and your family.
You're so focused on work that you barely leave room for friends.
He's seen you go out once in these past four months, and that was for your Mom's birthday.
You were all work and sleep.
His lips traced yours back, his hand cupping your cheek, and gently rubbing his thumb over those cute cheeks. You pulled away first, breath against his face.
Seungmin asked, "What's the matter?" You shook your head, "I need to know you're not just looking for something noncomittal. I'm not the kind of girl-" He flipped you onto your back, and spread your legs, "I know."
You said, "Please- I don't want you to-" "Leave you? I won't." He kissed your inner thighs, leaving you no room to protest.
He picked up on how sensitive your thighs were when he grabbed something from your lap, and you squeezed your thighs tighter.
It was so simple, such a small movement. But it let him know more about your body.
He pressed kisses all the way to your chest, and back to your lips. He pressed his pelvis into your core, "You feel that? That's all you."
You whimpered, looking away from his intense eye contact. He pushed your face toward his so he could look at you. All of you.
"Don't look away." You bit your lip, nodding quietly. He licked at your neck, leaving wet kisses over your scared body.
He lifted your shirt so he could see you. His hands grabbed both your tits, playing with them. He liked how they felt. He didn't know your tits were that sensitive. But this quiet whine left your throat.
Tonight was going to be a long night.
He slipped your shirt off and shorts. He was crazy to think he could get through the night with your shorts on. He did, but not without a struggle. Your hips were so loose, and your ass was super tight.
He wanted to watch it shake. He knows he's a pervert. But you don't know that yet.
Seungmin kissed your ribs, licking down your smooth skin and stretch marks, until he landed at your core.
A careful swipe went over your clit. You reacted instantly. Seungmin murmured, "You're so easy."
You bit your lip, holding in the cries. Seungmin's mouth connected with your clit, and you lifted up slightly.
Your hands dug in his hair as you felt the warm sensation of his mouth rolling circles on your clit.
His thumb rubbed over your hole, teasingly.
He slipped his finger in, checking how tight you were.
Turns out, you were extremely tight. "When's the last time you... were penetrated?"
You huffed, "Years ago-" Your sentence stopped when he slipped his second finger in, stretching you out even further. Your body shook with anticipation.
Seungmin was pumping his fingers in, watching for every reaction you could give him.
The tight coil in your stomach was getting tighter, as your moans became more breathless. Seungmin knew what he was doing.
He was careful, not faltering his rhythm. He let the orgasm crash over you hard. He liked watching the way your pussy clenched over his two fingers. Imagine what he could do with his cock.
Seungmin climbed over you, kissing your forehead. He whispered, "You sure you want to go further?" You nodded, pulling on his shirt, "Take all your clothes off, it's getting unfair."
Seungmin mocked, "Aw, it's getting unfair?" He kissed you sweetly, "Be patient." His hands lay on your breast to your stomach, hands next to each other as his thumbs glided across your belly button.
He was admiring your beautiful body.
Your golden skin. Beautiful scars and stretch marks. The smell of you. Everything was making him hotter, his heart beating faster.
You were something different entirely. But he didn't like you because you were African American. That had nothing to do with any of this. He liked you because under all that independence, was someone who liked to have someone to rely on.
Under all the tough acts, there is someone who is very adorable. You were sensitive, attentive, careful, precise, and efficient.
Everything he was, but more.
You cut his rapid thoughts. He was too busy thinking about how he wanted you. "Seungmin... I'm ready."
Seungmin blinked back his thoughts, eyes wandering to yours. "Sorry."
He pulled off his shirt and sweats. He was in nothing but boxers. You could see his throbbing cock from where you lay. But, he wasn't done.
He pulled down his boxers and pulled you closer to him by your thighs. Your heart skipped a beat from how hot that was. That was amazing.
Seungmin tilted his head, biting his lip as he angled his cock into your hole. You whimpered, liking where it was going.
You felt his head push through your walls, and your body shook. It hurt so good that you clenched around him.
He froze, breath hitching as he leaned over you. "Relax." He kissed you slowly, pushing himself until he hit your hilt.
You didn't break apart from the kiss, still messily trying to follow his mouth.
But then, he made his slow first thrust. You gasped in his mouth, and he pulled away to look at you.
You liked that.
His cock pushed right against your gummy spot in a way that's never been done before.
Seungmin whispered, "Feel good? Better?" You nodded, whimpering when he thrust into you again. "We're doing it like this, but I can't promise the next time I won't have your face buried in the pillows."
He came closer to your ear, whispering, "I've been wanting this for a long time. You're vulnerable and whiny underneath me."
You cried, feeling his cock hit into your spot again and again. Your whole body clenching around him, "F-faster." He was going too slow for you. But Seungmin smiled, "What's the rush?"
He was sick.
A psychological sicko.
You hated that he was a tease in bed, too. You needed a release.
You touched yourself, making Seungmin just watch. He was watching like it was a porn video. So focused.
"Hm," he grunted, pushing into you harder and faster. Your hands shook as you touched his arm. Your eyebrows were turned up as tears welled up in your eyes. You chanted, "So good~ Feels so good, Minnie!"
He kissed your neck, licking and sucking on your sensitive spots. You cried, "I- I feel weird!"
Seungmin kept his speed the same, letting the orgasm crash like a wave to a beach.
He didn't expect to feel water from said beach.
He looked at where you two connected, seeing you squirting uncontrollably. You tried to cover yourself, but that didn't work well.
He felt you clench tightly around him, leading him to groan. He finished right inside your soft womb.
His hands were on your hips as he looked at you. His pupils were blown out from so much pleasure. Fuck, he was everything to you.
Seungmin said, "How often do you do that?" You huffed, "Never."
He laughed, pulling you into his chest to give you a kiss. "Let's talk some more about this tomorrow. I know I didn't let you finish much of what you wanted to say."
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Synopsis~ You were starting to feel insecure about your ability to speak Korean. You weren't the greatest at it, and Chan usually translated things for you. One day you just had enough of it, and got really upset about it all. But Chan is reassuring.
Warnings~ SMUT, oral, kinda rough, dirty talk, sexual solutions, ass slapping, barely any foreplay, doggy, rushed and hot.
Word Count~ 1.7k
Part 1 Part 2 — Part 4
Chan wore the pants in the relationship ONLY when you visited Korea.
It was because you didn't know much Korean. The words you did know, you pronounced like a baby. Minho teases your pronunciation all the time like a little bitch.
That made you pretty insecure about it.
So, instead, you don't talk at all when you're invited to dinner with the boys. Of course, you weren't gonna tell Chan that because that's embarrassing.
Instead, you quietly nodded to everything said, and mostly got the gist of what everyone was saying.
You sat in the large booth, right next to Channie.
He was so warm and big. Your boyfriend sitting next to you just gives you peace. He really made you feel safe.
Seungmin got to talking almost immediately.
"Last night the baseball game got canceled because the place they were doing it at got mixed dates and scheduled a full rescheduling."
You looked at Chan, and then back at Seungmin. You had no clue what the hell Seungmin just said.
Changbin sat down, huffing. "Those bathrooms smell nice!" He ruffled up Seungmin's hair, and Seungmin laughed.
You lightly smiled at the two of them. Changbin said, "What have you been up to, Y/N?"
You heard your name and looked at him. "Ah.. uh. Nothing. Uhm, work."
The rest of the boys finally filed in, and the server got you started with some drinks. Chan nudged you, "Why are you being so quiet?"
You glanced at him and back at the menu. "Ah, just focused on what I should eat."
Chan looked you over, making sure nothing else was wrong.
Han looked at you, a smile still on his face. But he saw you. Really saw you. Something was wrong. Han quietly settled in his seat, watching how you furrowed your eyebrows.
You were whispering Korean back to yourself. Almost like a chant. Chan didn't notice because he was too busy teasing Jeongin about his new girlfriend.
When the server came back over to order, everyone was ready except for you. You weren't sure how to pronounce the food correctly.
The server was ready to write down your order. "Uhm, can I have..."
You stuttered and stumbled over the syllables like an idiot. The waitress's face contorted into pure confusion. "What?"
Chan glanced at what you were pointing at and quickly recovered the situation. He repeated your order back, and the waitress moved on. You went quiet.
Now you were embarrassed.
You were trying so hard to speak Korean for him, only to be met with this situation.
You were getting into your own head about how you weren't good enough. Maybe you were a piece of crap.
You didn't amount to Chan's exes. Australian, like him, or Korean.
He had something to relate to them, something in common.
You weren't even remotely Asian in any way. African American through and through.
You excused yourself quietly. You tried your best to be discreet. But Han must've noticed.
You got into the bathroom, feeling like you were about to cry. You sighed. Your breaths were shaky. Your phone dinged, and you looked down.
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Hannie
Hey?? Everything okay???
You
Yeah just had to fart real bad
You
been holding it in for a while
Hannie
HAHAHAHA
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You evaded the situation with ease. You looked up at the mirror, at yourself. You felt pathetic.
Chan was so different from you, yet he always met you in the middle.
You pouted, feeling like shit.
You wished you weren't so insecure. You wish you felt good enough. You wish you could speak Korean and understand it.
It sucks.
You huffed, smacking your face.
You walked out of the bathroom, not realizing you'd been in there for 20 minutes. The food was on the table.
You walked to the table and smiled. "Sorry."
You scooted over Hyunjin and Felix and sat next to Chan.
Felix nudged you, "You okay?"
You nodded, "Y-yeah."
Han was still looking at you. Almost like he felt something was wrong. Why were they all ganging up on you?
Now they were making you feel like it was obvious that you were upset.
You plastered the best smile you could and dug in. You were the only person there with a fork. You didn't know how to use chopsticks; it was a skill Chan was still teaching you.
He was so patient with you.
You slurped on your noodles and listened to Changbin talk about important stuff.
He was asking Felix about songs. You watched as Hyunjin reached over to grab some seasoning. You pushed closer to him so he could reach.
"Thank you, Y/N."
You nodded quietly and went back to eating.
When the dinner was over, you sighed in relief. Your boyfriend was so oblivious and entertained by his members.
You got in the car, and as soon as your ass hit the seat, his voice echoed. "What’s wrong?"
You froze.
So he did know. Why did it take him so long to ask you what was wrong? Maybe he didn't want to embarrass you further.
"Nothing, Chan. Just had a tiring night."
Chan looked at you, "You were fine when we started the dinner. Then, you went radio silent after you went to the bathroom."
You looked at Chan, his eyes darting over your face for microexpressions. "Chan, it's fine. Really."
Chan quirked his eyebrow, "Yeah? Even Hyunjin noticed. He's oblivious, Y/N. Changbin asked what was wrong when you went to the bathroom, and Han texted you. He said he couldn't tell us what you said."
You laughed, "Aw, he's so sweet. I told him I had to fart." Chan laughed. He didn't know what to say to that. Instead of confessing what was wrong, you lied about the strangest things.
"This is why I love you, Y/N. You're so funny."
You looked at the dashboard and confessed, "I guess I've been feeling a bit insecure. I dunno. I feel like I'm not good enough for you since I can't speak Korean. Ever since Lee Know said my pronunciation sucks, I kinda-"
You gasped and covered your mouth.
You didn't mean for that to come out. You didn't want him to know about Lee Know.
"Minho said what?"
You waved your hands, "NOTHING! Don't worry, I'm sure he's joking around! I'm the one who took it to heart! We're like siblings!"
Chan sighed, "Y/N, your Korean pronunciation is perfectly fine. Don't let Minho get in your head. You speak Korean better than I do. You know the most random words in Korean."
You sighed, "It's not just that. I can’t use chopsticks. I feel like an outcast here. I wanna be more immersed in your culture."
Chan said, "You're a black woman. I don't want you to be 'immersed in my culture', I want you to be you." You huffed, "The boys must think it's annoying."
He said, "Minho was the one who asked the waiter to bring a fork for you. It wasn't even me."
Your eyes widened in shock. Chan started spewing all the things the boys do for you. "Jeongin flicks the captions on to English when he watches TV, because he knows you'll eventually sit down and want to watch."
He started waving his hands to emphasize the ridiculous, "Changbin makes fun of my English now and says it's not as good as yours. Felix only speaks English around you, so you don't feel left out. Hyunjin regularly calls you for help with English. Not even me or Felix, you. And Seungmin... well, he's Seungmin."
You laughed. Seungmin was Seungmin.
You never realized how much the boys accommodate you. Chan said, "It's not our first rodeo with a foreigner. Felix was, too." You wanted to be stubborn and make a point that Felix was actually Korean. But instead, you sighed.
"Fine. You're right. I was too in my head."
He smiled, "See, not hard to admit that I'm always right. Now, let's get you out of that tiny dress tonight? Yeah?"
Your eyes widened as he kissed your cheek. "I'll show you how many languages I can make you speak."
When he got you home, he was kicking the door closed behind you. He followed close behind you. When you reached the bedroom, he stopped you. You're facing him.
His hands are tracing your hips. He slapped your ass gently, watching it recoil. He pressed your ass into his crotch and said, "Actually, I think I want you in this dress."
He pushed you down into the mattress, ass up. Chan slipped the dress up, and played with your clit a bit. He groaned, "No panties?"
You let out a puff of air. It was so satisfying to feel that sensation.
You felt him pull away. He loosened his belt buckle and pushed himself through your wet folds.
He knew you were soaked by the way you were squeezing your thighs together in the car.
That was so fucking hot to him.
He wasted no time fucking into your cunt. He didn't even give you time to adjust. But he knew you were fine. You two had sex that morning anyway.
In and out, and in and out. Your moans were caught in your throat as you shook. Your arms are losing the strength to support you.
Chan leaned over to kiss your back as he fucked into your small hole. He groaned, "So tight. Fuck. No matter how much I stretch this pussy you're always so hot and ready for me."
You huffed, feeling the way your tits bounced to his rough rhythm. It was slow, but rough. Your ass slapping against his crotch, making loud, lewd noises for the walls to hear.
You were close. You clenched around his cock, and he said, "Hold it like that. Fuck~"
He fucked you faster, hands on your hips to keep you there.
His moans got a little more broken as he fucked into your cunt. He was close. You held him clenched around him as you felt the bubbling tension release around his thick dick.
Chan huffed, "Fuck~ Just like that, yeah?"
He came inside, filling you up with his thick semen. Your body went limp, pushing his cock out.
Chan asked, "You okay?" You nodded quietly, pulling yourself under the covers. Chan followed suit, holding you tightly. He kissed your head, "I'll pay more attention to you."
You hugged him closer.
Chan sighed, not knowing what to do with his overthinking girlfriend. But he knew he would never stop loving you.
