Poll Request what you want to see next here
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 (June 14th) Boy Dad (August 16th)
Jay- Ms. Independent
Sunghoon- Five Night Stand
Jungwon- Dress Me Up. Where were you? Adrenalin Junky 1 and 2 and 3&4 (July 5th & 12th)
Sunoo- N/A
Ni-ki- Hair Day Show Show Show Arguments Variety Show Your First Time Defend Her The Talk The Confession
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- N/A
&TEAM
Ot9- I Don't Feel Pretty My Big Problem The Little Things (July 19th)
K- Pushing My Buttons
Fuma- Something New
Nicholas- Listening Party So Sensitive The Cookout Fix Us (June 7th) Nightmares (June 28th)
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 (June 21st)
Riwoo- N/A
Jaehyun- War of Rah (July 26th) War of Rah 2 (August 2nd)
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
Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here
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 💙
ya'll only love me for my chan fan fics fr (AND I LOVE IT)
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
Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here
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.
Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here
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.
.
.
.
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
.
.
.
You were about to delete that message.
It was weird.
It was stupid. But to your surprise, Seungmin texted back.
.
.
.
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.
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Synopsis~ Heeseung is shy. He's not one to argue back. Especially with you. You can't stand that he doesn't fight you.
Warnings~ Angst, comfort, Oral, overstimulation, Dom Heeseung, sex for comfort. #ImissHeeseung, #Enhypenis7
Word Count~ 1.2k
The difference between you and Heeseung is his calmness. Sure, he can be a little silly, but he always remains calm and soft-spoken.
It was a cute thing.
But, right now, you wish he'd yell or say anything.
He's been getting busy, and as a result, quieter. More isolated, less touchy.
You're starting to think he's falling out of love with you. And when you get scared, you get mad.
You admit that your reaction isn't as driven as his, but you see it as passion.
Since he's not giving you one, you don't feel like he cares as much as you do.
"Do you have anything to say?" You yelled, heaving. You just finished screaming that he doesn't have any time for you.
Heeseung hadn't even looked at you, shrinking.
"I'm tired." You furrowed your eyebrows, instantly getting pissed off, "What the fuck do you mean you're fucking tired!? Don't you think I get tired of it?! I come home from hours of work at the hospital."
You were shaking, because why didn't he care? You were getting anxious, voice cracking between syllables.
"I- You don't care about me. Is that it? Y-you don't care."
Heeseung finally looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness. "That's not true."
He stood up, "Just because I'm not yelling, doesn't mean I don't care. I just- I'm a little overwhelmed."
Your eyes looked into his, sparkly and full of despair.
You were holding back tears because crying was a weakness. But Heeseung didn't think that. And Heeseung could see you were about to cry.
He cupped your cheek and sighed, "I just need some space." Your eyes widened, "From me? Am I too much?"
Heeseung shook his head, "Not from you specifically, baby. It's just been a lot. I haven't been getting good sleep, I'm always filming something, I'm practicing every day, and going to the gym, on top of dieting, I'm never home, prepping for another tour I'm too tired to do, and vacation isn't until months from now."
You bit your lip, suddenly feeling like absolute shit, "Should I have been more considerate?"
Heeseung laughed, letting his forehead lie on yours. He kissed your nose and said, "You just care. You care a lot. It's what I love about you. You always want to fix things between us and in the world. But something just can't be fixed with a yelling match. I can't handle that. I never want to yell at you, I never want to make you cry, or feel abandoned. It's just-"
Your breath hitched, "It's what?" You were hanging onto every word he had to say. You were scared. Was he gonna break up with you?
He said, "I get overwhelmed. And I hope I can come home to some peace every now and then."
You started crying, "So are you gonna leave me?" Heeseung shook his head, "No, no, no! We're not breaking up. I'm just letting you know that sometimes I just need alone time."
You wept, "Can we have alone time together?" Heeseung laughed, seeing that you don't understand the concept. You weren't clingy, not at all. But your love language is quality time. So, it means a lot when he's there.
But Heeseung isn't always there for you. And as independent as you are, you needed him to be here for you.
Heeseung gets that, he understands.
He knows.
He knows you like the back of his hand.
He's dated you for four years; he took his time to get to know you.
He's not letting you go so easily.
"We can have alone time together... c'mere."
He hugged you tight. Securing you in his aching chest. He can't handle watching you cry. It only makes him wanna sob too.
He kissed your head a bunch of times until he felt your hand. He felt your hand in a place it did not belong for this moment. On his crotch.
He asked calmly, "Babe, what are you doing?"
You said, "I missed you."
Heeseung pulled away, "You missed me like that?" You nodded, eyes looking at him with nothing but tears.
He pressed a kiss into your lips, your cheek still wet from tears. His hands were gentle against your face. He was pushing you against the bed, hands tangled in the sheets as he kissed you, smiling.
You were so adorable. Saying what you want whenever. Doing whatever you wanted. He enjoyed that about you. You were so free.
You were living the life he wished he had.
Heeseung's hands traced over your waist and hips, humming over your body. You were so delicate and pretty. Yet, so curvy in all the right ways and places.
His hands slipped up your shirt, showing your bra to the world around you. He played with your breast, heaving.
He looked at the innocent look you had in your eyes.
He liked that. It felt like he was corrupting you.
He kissed down your abdomen, grabbing your waist to keep you in place. He licked down to your underwear. You shivered from excitement. It's been a while since you two did this.
He's always so busy, never making time for you. Or having time. You weren't sure. Even now. Even after he explained how sorry he was. Heeseung cut your thoughts free when he murmured, "I didn't mean to leave you like this."
His tongue swiped over your clit. Your hands gripped into his hair, and you huffed.
His mouth was all over your pussy. Mumbling, "M' sorry, baby."
You whined, "Yes, baby! It's okay~."
Your legs squeezed around his head, back arching. Your eyes were rolled behind your head. Your toes curled.
His finger slipped into your hole, and you came.
Just like that. You came hard.
Heeseung pulled away, not giving you time to recuperate.
He knew you liked being overstimulated. You liked the feeling of not being in control.
He slipped his clothes off, climbing between your legs to push into your hole with his fat, throbbing cock.
Your hands gripped his bicep, trying everything in you not to scream from how good it felt.
His cock pushed through your walls in a way you haven't felt in a long time.
Heeseung groaned in that sing-y way he does. You whimpered when he reached your hilt. Heeseung kissed your cheek, whispering, "Good?"
You nodded, "G-good."
Heeseung smiled, pushing you closer to the pillows so you could rest properly.
Heeseung started with his first thrust. Dick dragging from your core and pushing back in.
It felt amazing.
Heeseung grunted in your ear, like he was holding back from fucking you harder. So you whined, "H-harder."
Heeseung fucked into your cunt with more force. You cried into his shoulder, burying your face in his chest. You were gasping for air as his rhythm continued.
You felt like you were on cloud 9.
Heeseung picked up his speed, his moans leaving his throat. You felt the buildup of pleasure bubbling in your womb. You were so close. Almost there.
Heeseung pushed into you, and you felt it.
Your body relaxed as you moaned from the orgasm. Cum leaking from your hole.
Heeseung kissed your cheek, not worried about how he was going to finish. He was taking care of his girlfriend right now.
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Synopsis~ You're a choreographer, trying to do your job. You're independent and only care about your profession. But, you could use a but help moving into your new apartment. And Jay, being the gentleman he is, offers his help.
Warnings~ SMUT, She's kind of mean to them, really stern, cursing, use of the n-word, gentle, cumming inside, oral, no condom (Don't Do This)
Word Count~ 10.3k
Beep Beep Beep* Your eyes opened to the sound of your alarm. You groaned, rubbing your face. You looked around your room, taking in the brightness.
You weren't interested in being awake at the moment. You wanted to go back to sleep.
But life isn't like that. If you want to live in this luxurious apartment you bought for yourself, you've got to work.
You rolled out of bed, crawling to your bathroom. The toothbrush is still soft from using it last night. You rubbed the bristles under hot water as you stared at your disheveled self in the mirror.
Lips puffy, bonnet half off, eyes swollen, crust on your eyes, drool on your cheek.
You were tired.
Tired from what?
Working.
But you were too passionate to let up.
You work as a choreographer. You often choreograph for groups, but for the first time, you've been requested by Enhypen.
At the age of 21, you proved your parents wrong. They didn't believe moving to Korea for better opportunities was a smart idea, but you're stubborn.
You worked hard. Getting famous on TikTok, dancing on shows, gaining connections, and eventually securing a job doing something you love.
You rubbed cleanser over your face. You sighed from exhaustion as you stared at your white face in the mirror. You rinsed the cleanser off, revealing your beautiful brown skin. You checked your phone screen to see how much time you had left before going to work. You pressed snooze 8 times. You'd get there exactly on time if you left now.
It was best to be professional.
You threw on some clothes and hopped in your car for the day.
The drive to HYBE was long. You lived in the expensive neighborhoods across town. You scanned your face before entering the building.
When you got inside, everyone was already there warming up.
You dropped your duffel bag, "Lit, you're already getting ready."
You bowed to them, "My name is Y/N, I'll be your choreographer and background dancer for the next year." Jungwon smiled, bowing back to you.
You lifted yourself back up, all the boys giving you varying smiles. One caught your attention.
Well, Ni-ki, because he wasn't smiling. But Jay.
Jay's lip was quivering in a way that let you know it wasn't real. You couldn't help but think, what's with this guy?
You put your hand in your pocket and asked, "Yo, where's the remote?"
Heseung passed it over, and you turned on the TV. You connected it to your computer and played the choreo. You confidently said, "Who here learned it?"
Jungwon, Ni-ki, Heeseung, and Jay all raised their hands.
Your eyes scanned over Jake, Sunghoon, and Sunoo. They shivered. You let out a long sigh, "Well, pay attention to the shapes."
You casually played the video, and the boys watched you execute the dance with perfect precision.
Ni-ki's face was lit like a Christmas tree. His eyes were full of admiration.
Jay, however, was still. Not really having a facial expression.
You could tell Jay had talent just by how he carried himself. But there was something missing.
He needed to be more flexible, more loose.
He seemed so stiff. When the video was over, you clapped, "Alright, we're gonna do some more stretching."
They all held back a groan, trying to keep their politeness.
They were slightly thrown off by your casualness. You weren't one to pretend. You were a little stern, very independent, stubborn, and confident.
The door behind them opened, and a staff member walked in. "Hi, I'm Yuki. Have the boys been treating you right?"
You nodded, "No troubles." You sat on the floor, "C'mon, on the floor, guys."
They reluctantly got on the floor.
You started stretching. Mainly focusing on their legs. They seemed very inflexible.
Jake especially.
You blurted, "Jesus, Jake, your brick." The team burst into unexpected laughter.
It caught you off guard.
You weren't really the joking type. People laughed, but didn't realize how serious you were.
You decided to let it go and start the dance. "Okay, we're gonna start with the first 6 eight-counts."
Ni-ki was in front of the class as you danced through the choreo.
Teaching it was easy. Their learning, not so much.
You thought they were THE Enhypen. You thought they were known for their hard choreo.
You guessed you were wrong.
You saw the way Heeseung faltered a little. You clapped, "Alright, five-minute water break.
The boys dropped. Sunoo waddled to the water station, breathing heavily.
You weren't thirsty yet. You sat on the couch, leg crossing the other.
Baggy jeans covered your Tims. You had a comfy wife-beater under a Lakers jersey.
You honestly threw it together. You weren't trying to be special.
You texted back a homie.
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Madame CJ Walker
Yo? How's it going?
You
Ig good. They're kinda slow...
Madame CJ Walker
That's surprising. Well... good luck
You
Thx
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You moved on, getting up once the alarm on your watch went off.
You stood up, "Alright, get the fuck up!"
They sprang out of their seats, scared by your confident cursing.
You said, "Alright, next eight count."
You showed the move, swinging your hips over, and your arms over your head. You paused, "You wanna be in this position."
You turned around, announcing, "Okay, now repeat."
They all danced, and you clapped, "Stop."
You looked at everyone, staring at Sunghoon, "Your lines are off."
You walked through the boys in formation. You had no problem with touching Sunghoon, though you've never met him outside of this.
Sunghoon just let you.
You pushed his waist in, making sure his hip was popped out. You asked, "You scared of looking gay?"
Sunghoon's eyes widened, shocked by your bluntness. "N-no, ma'am." His stutter shocked the boys. You looked over his red ears, noticing the way they got redder. "Dance isn't about gender, it's about precise execution. Get rid of your masculine lines. Do it right, or don't do it at all on stage." You turned around, looking at all the boys in the mirror. You said, "Don't disrespect my choreography like that again."
Jungwon nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."
You went back to doing the choreography.
It was over in about an hour. You were consistent in checking everyone equally. Sunoo had problems with energy conservation, Jake and Ni-ki had issues with their lines, Jungwon had problems with execution, Heeseung had groove problems, Sunghoon had problems with popping, and Jay wasn't graceful.
Ni-ki was a dynamic dancer, so he didn't have a posture he settled into when dancing, making it harder to correct him.
Meanwhile, Jay had a posture he'd settle into, and it didn't work for certain parts of the choreo.
You were gonna have a hard time.
You called this the Hybe curse.
Every dancer under Hybe likes to be flashy, but good dance isn't always flashy. It's the angles and precision. The details.
Lee Know taught you that. He's very technical, by the book. Detailed. Precise.
Those are your favorite words.
Everyone grabbed for their items and made their way out. Jungwon bowed, "Thank you, ma'am."
You said, "You don't have to call me Ma'am. Y/N is fine."
You patted his back, walking past him.
The next day, you woke up to CJ calling you. You sighed, answering the phone for your brain-dead friend. "Yo?"
CJ asked, "Bro, are you free today?"
You groaned, rubbing your eyes. The light was bright from the sunlight outside. You huffed, curling back into your comforter. Your voice was groggy, "No."
CJ laughed, the chuckle coming deep from her chest. "Why are you so grumpy?" Your voice came out snippy, "Because you woke me up dickhead."
You could hear the smile in her voice, "Oopsies."
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head out of annoyance. "Bye, CJ."
You hung up on her before she could finish saying bye.
At least you couldn't go back to sleep. Now you had an extra hour to get ready.
You smeared on some lip gloss, threw on some eyeglasses, fresh Jordans, and a sweater.
You spun in the mirror, liking the way you looked.
Then, you were back in the studio. The boys are bowing to you again like clockwork. You walked past them, throwing your bag on the couch. "Morning."
Nobody dared to speak.
You think you managed to make them all terrified of you.
You didn't know why. All you did was hand out constructive criticism. Though you were softer with Sunoo because you could tell he was more emotional than the others.
You picked up on the way he got nervous.
However, Jay seemed like he had something to say.
You ran your class like the military once again. You clapped the beat, watching everyone dance. You said, "Ni-ki, your lines!"
He adjusted, dancing again. "One two three and a four..."
They slowed down, Heeseung perfectly executing the groove better than yesterday.
Now that you're thinking about it, they all improved.
You clapped, "Whoa, good job you guys."
Jungwon was the first to smile. Finally, praise.
Up until now, it's been criticism.
You clarified, "I'm glad you stopped trying to be so flashy, and learned some dynamics."
You pointed at Jake, "Mostly proud of Jake. He's gotten looser, and his lines are cleaner."
You pointed at Sunghoon, "Your isolation is better."
Jay made eye contact with you, but he hadn't improved much. You turned to Jungwon, "And Jungwon has nice-"
"What about me?"
You were cut off. You turned to Jay, surprised by his question.
They were all so quiet. Everyone whispered around you. You wondered if they were really scared of you at times. However, Jay didn't seem like he was scared to speak his mind. Neither did Jungwon.
You said, "Jay, you need to work on getting looser. I suggest looking to Sunghoon for some of the parts."
Sunghoon and Jay exchanged glances. That let you know that was the first time he's ever heard someone say that.
You turned back around, "Enough compliments."
Right back to dancing. When practice was over, everyone started leaving, but you noticed Jay.
The way he was looking around at others. The way he didn't reach for his bag.
He stayed.
First, you were gonna walk out, not interested in getting into his business. But the exhaustion on his face worried you a bit.
Your hand comes to your hip as you bite your lip while looking at him in the mirror.
Sunghoon was spacing off, but he looked at you. Your body tensed with this feeling. A feeling that knew too much. His eyes had that knowing look. He knew what you were feeling.
You built your wall back up and grabbed your things.
You walked out of the building, going home again for the night. There wouldn't be practice tomorrow; the boys had another schedule to get to.
You stayed home, sleeping until 4 PM. Until you heard a knock on your door. You huffed, getting up to see CJ and Leanni.
Leanni and CJ were the dynamic duo, and they were persistent enough to want to be your friend.
CJ says bro too much, and Leanni cares too much.
You were somewhere in the middle.
"I brought liquor!" A calm sigh escaped your chest as CJ and Leanni walked in. Leanni smiled gently at you, "How's teaching been going for you?"
CJ turned on your speaker, nodding. "Yeah, bro, how's teaching?"
Pop Smoke blasted through the screen, and you flinched slightly. Leanni watched it happen, "Jesus, CJ, turn that down!"
CJ turned it down, feeling bad. "My bad, bro." You couldn't help but laugh. It's always something with these two. "Training has been easy. How'd that date go last night with Melody?"
Cj groaned, "I should've known by her name that she was toxic. She locked me in her house!"
Leanni nodded, "Oh my gawd! Yes! I had to drive to her house, and we almost fought."
You shook your head in disbelief at the stories those two have when you're not around. You knew your place in the friendgroup.
They're each other's best friends, and you're... yourself.
You don't have a problem with it. You like having the flexibility of ghosting when you want.
You leaned on the table as CJ poured a shot. Your head was on the cold wood as Leanni talked about something else.
CJ mixed her drinks as she listened to Leanni attentively. You huffed, not in the mood to socialize. But they bring it out of you.
CJ passed you a cocktail, and you sipped it. "Oh, that's good."
She smiled, "Thanks, bro. Coconut rum makes anything taste good." You only nodded, turning back to Leanni. She was still talking, still ranting.
At some point, you lost interest. "I think if he wanted to be in my life, he shouldn't have waited until I left." CJ hummed, agreeing. "I felt that. Crystal used to text me every day when we broke up."
You quirked your eyebrow, "You guys don't block people when you're done dating?"
They both looked at you like you were crazy. CJ, the lesbian she is, says, "What if she changes and learns and wants to be with you again?"
Leanni, the naïve, nodded in agreement. You huffed, "Okay, well, I'm kinda tipsy. You two should get out."
Leanni laughed, "Well, Y/N got tired of us already. Time for us to go."
CJ downed her drink and said, "Leanni's driving!"
Leanni rolled her eyes, giving you her drink she hadn't even drunk from yet. She was so busy ranting that she forgot to try it.
You drank the other one, feeling a little more dizzy. You smiled, liking this feeling.
You liked feeling loose, feeling a little more carefree.
You were tough on people, but absolutely on yourself. You held yourself to a standard, and you needed to succeed. You told yourself to abandon people who held you back.
That included relationships.
You were so tunnel-visioned that you were living in this new penthouse before you knew it. Boxes still unpacked.
It still smelled new.
Leanni and CJ slowed you down. You were thankful for it. Sometimes, you didn't want to stop, but they knew when you needed the rest. You appreciate them for it. You were just never the one to be expressive about it.
However, you tried to be.
They were slowly changing you. Changing your attitude, changing your expressions, your words. You were going soft. But that’s beside the point.
Now that you work under HYBE, you have free access to the practice room whenever you want. You wanted to right now.
You threw on some clothes, sneakers, and made your way to HYBE.
You clicked on the practice room and walked in. In there was Jay. His face was sweaty, panting hard, veins visible on his arms.
He was working hard.
You stepped in, "What are you doing?"
Jay looked at you in the mirror. He quirked his eyebrows, "Practicing. That's what you do in the practice room."
Your hands slipped into your pockets as you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, no shit. What dance are you learning?" Jay looked to the side, not wanting to answer.
You asked, "Did you not hear me?" Jay said, "I'm learning Sunghoon's choreography from his ice skating show." You laughed, "On wood?"
Jay pointed out, "It's the middle of summer."
You nodded, "It is. Did you ask Sunghoon if he knew any other dances?"
Jay shrank, "No."
You tilted your head, seeing the emotions on his face. It was some sort of discomfort. Wether is be with you or asking Sunghoon for help, you weren't sure.
You bit your lip. Your eyes looked over him one last time before you decided to help. "Fine. I'll teach you a dance that's challenging enough."
Jay looked at you, "You will?"
You sighed, "Yeah... don't tell the others. I don't wanna work overtime."
Jay nodded, getting ready for whatever you were about to throw at him.
You put him through rough practice. You made him stretch, and stretch, and stretch, until he was able to at least do half a split.
He was so unflexible, so heavy, and unbalanced.
Nothing about his moves was graceful, and it frustrated you. The choreography you were teaching them needed grace and flow, which made you feel worried. They needed to smoothly transition from heavy footing to clean, graceful steps—and you hoped he could get there.
The day after your one-on-one with Jay was practice.
Practice was back on, so it was time to speed the boys up a bit. They had to know the dance at least by the end of this week, so you could move on to details.
You ran them through the top, clapping the beat as they all danced in sync.
You said, "And five six seven eight! Then boom, kah, kah, boom, kah, five six seven eight."
Your eyes analyzed everyone's steps. Jake was doing great, Sunoo was doing it perfectly; however, Jay was exceptional.
You clapped, "Alright, boys. Water break. Then, we're going to learn the last section."
Everyone wandered off to the water station. You sat in front of the mirror, scrolling through your friend group messages.
Jungwon sat across from you. You looked up, "You need something?"
Jungwon shook his head, "I wanted to ask you about a dance move." You quirked your eyebrow, "Yeah? Which one, you've been doing fine."
Jungwon stood up, leading you to stand alongside him. "Okay, when we do, the boom kah kah, boom, kah... what am I doing with this foot? The footwork is a little complicated."
You showed him, slowly demonstrating. "You're putting this foot here, sliding this one over, then a moonwalk."
You showed him again, slowly.
Jungwon tried it himself and did it successfully. "See, perfect. Anything else you need help with?"
Jungwon shook his head, "I wanted to also ask you something..."
You crossed your arms, "Yeah?" Jungwon said, "Are you always so stern?"
Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked at him. You bit your lip, feeling caught off guard, and thought over his words. You felt uncertain about how much to reveal, so you looked directly at him and said, "No." Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, his expression showing curiosity and disappointment, expecting more from you, but realizing you were holding back.
Jungwon asked, "You're very stern. Not that I'm offended by it, I just wondered if you were this serious all the time." You smiled, "I wouldn't say I'm stern. I'm just focused."
Jungwon asked, "Well, that's nice to know."
He stood up and said, "Okay, break time over."
The boys followed Jungwon to the front. You stood up, not expecting to be put on the spot like that. But you adapted quickly.
Practice was moving along faster. Jay was adapting to the dances better. You were glad. But once the week ended, the boys got more used to you. Now, you were teaching the details.
They were filming the dance practice today, so everyone was wearing makeup and was in nicer clothing.
"Y/N-ah, can we go over the second verse?" Ni-ki had dropped the honorifics once you made it known that you didn't care for them. Jungwon did too. He found out that you were the same age.
You asked, "Yeah. Which move are you having a problem with... is it this..." You did part of the choreo, and he nodded. "Yeah, I don't know where to shift my balance." You said, "Left leg." You showed him slower this time. Ni-ki copied it, staring at the way your leg moved. He liked it.
Ni-ki nodded, "Thanks." You nodded to him, and he went back to dancing. You said, "Anybody else need assistance before the cameras start rolling?"
Jake raised his hand, "Y/N, how do you roll your shoulder like that?"
You walked over, moving his shoulder as you would use yours. Jake tried to replicate it, and he did it perfectly.
Jungwon said, "Remember, it doesn't have to be one take."
You bit your lip, feeling a little pressured.
If Engenes didn't like this choreography, would you be fired? You knew you were the shit, but sometimes people don't understand art.
You brushed it aside as soon as the camera rolled, and Heeseung took center.
It was exactly how you envisioned it in your head. Everything looked great.
They finished, and the boys finally saw a big smile on your face. You were clapping excitedly, "Yes! That was perfect, boys!"
Sunoo got excited, clapping with you. Ni-ki said, "Let's go!" Jay laughed, but his eyes lingered on you for a moment. He saw the way your body started to relax a bit more around them. How the strict persona was starting to wear off.
That wasn't the real you. Inside, you were kinder.
He saw it with his own eyes. You helped him learn new things because you cared about him.
Jungwon let his arm rest on your shoulder as he asked, "Wanna drink to celebrate?"
You shook your head, "Nah, I'm getting some rest after this."
Jungwon watched you walk away, confusedly.
You rubbed your shoulder in pain as you woke up the next morning. CJ was knocked out on the couch while Leanni was on the bedroom floor.
You three had a sleepover. You weren't sure what happened last night, but you saw the empty cups on the counter. That let you know you were definitely drunk.
Still, you were too young to get hangovers.
You kicked CJ, and she groaned, "What?"
You said, "I'm getting ready for work."
CJ rolled over, not caring.
You've left them in your house plenty of times. You didn't care at all. They were both still asleep by the time you left for work.
You got in the HYBE elevator, only to see that Jay was in there with you.
You nodded your head in acknowledgement and leaned against the wall. Jay said, "What'd you do last night?" You turned to him, "Drank with my homies."
Jay quirked an eyebrow, "You rejected Jungwon."
You laughed, "Yeah, I don't wanna get drunk around you guys. I don't know you much."
Jay crossed his arms, "Understandable. But you never know a person."
You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his dumb logic. You said, "Jay Park, please be quiet."
The elevator rang, and you walked out. He followed quietly behind you as you walked in together.
Now, there were background dancers with the boys. It was for the planned concerts. It was to make the dance look fuller.
You were getting busier. As the boys rehearsed their past choreography, you went over details with the background dancers.
You would be joining Enhypen on tour after they finish promotions.
While you were doing that, you'd be making commissions for other groups and teaching virtually.
It was a weird setup, but you were a hard worker.
Ni-ki asked, "Y/N? Do you think it'd look better with us standing further apart? The tight formation makes it dangerous to hurt Sunoo."
You said, "The tighter the better. We're going for an aerial shot for the MV. Dring tour, get as far as you want."
A dancer asked, "Should I move my neck loosely around this part?"
You bit your lip, "Mm, do it well."
Another dancer asked, "What leg should I use first?"
You said, "You're right, one." You were starting to get a little stressed from it all. Everyone had questions, and you were starting to feel like they learned nothing.
You said, "I'm gonna step outside for a moment." You walked out of the practice room, taking a deep breath. Holy shit, they were asking a lot of questions. Questions you didn't even know the answer to.
When the door opened, Jay walked out. "Hey? You alright?"
You tensed, "Yeah, I'm fine. Go practice."
Jay huffed, "You're stubborn." You looked at him, ready to tell him to mind his business. However, Jay wasn't new to you.
He was more observant than you thought. More in tune with you than you realized.
"You were getting overwhelmed in there. No need to hide that." He pointed at his lip as he explained, "You bite your lip when you get overwhelmed. It's a cute habit. Reminds me a lot of Jake."
You looked at Jay, eyes unwavering from his. "Really? What do you know about me?"
Jay smiled, "I know that you're not always this... stern."
You huffed, that word triggering you. "Park Jongseong, get your ass in that practice room."
He bowed, "Yes, ma'am."
You huffed, needing a moment.
Why was he being so nosy all of a sudden?
Your bed frame finally came in. You were sleeping on a mattress that sat directly on the ground.
You were still moving in, so nobody was judging you... per se.
That's a lie; CJ was judging so hard.
You called her, "Yo, CJ? Do you know how to put together a bed?"
CJ said, "I may be a stud, but I do not know how to do manly things. I'm just a girl." You quirked an eyebrow, "What the fuck do you mean by that!?"
CJ said, "I don't know what to tell yo bitch ass."
You cooled down the bubbling rage in your chest. "Alright nigga."
You hung up, now feeling upset about it. You decided to get ready to practice, but it was gonna run late today because you were going over the stage performance.
You drove there, showing every emotion on your face.
Jungwon picked up on it, "What's wrong, Y/N?"
You looked up, "Eh? Nothing."
He was nosy, so he asked again. "You sure? You're biting your lip." Does everyone know my lip biting habit!?
You huffed, "My bed frame came in today, but I don't know how to put it together."
Jay perked up, "You need help?" You said, "Help? I don't get help. I'll figure it out."
Jay shook his head, "Fine, I'll come over and assist you." You repeated, "Come... over... like to my house?"
Jay said, "Where else would your bed be?" You huffed, "Okay, when are you free?" He asked, "How's after practice?"
You said, "Yeah, whatever." You backed up, getting everyone's attention. "Okay! We're gonna start from the top. Everyone is in positions, and we start on 3."
You clapped along to the beat as everyone did the dances in positions.
Everyone was still learning their positions. You were trying your hardest to ensure everyone was in perfect angles for the aerial shot.
It was when you took your water break with everyone. Back to sitting next to the mirror alone while everyone else mingled.
Jungwon lay next to you, quietly. Your voice was deadpan as you asked, "You need something, Jungwon?"
He smiled, "Nope."
You sighed, "Alright, then go drink some water."
Jungwon said, "I did. You just looked a little lonely over here."
You laughed slightly, not knowing what to say to that. You chose to be lonely. You put work over everyone. You're not someone who worries over trivial things. You're all about your money and yourself.
You were a little offended over what he said, but you chose to stay quiet.
Jungwon said, "Wanna hear some tea?" Your ears perked up. "Why would I want to hear tea?"
Jungwon pointed at Ni-ki. "He's been stressed because he and his girlfriend got into a fight."
You rolled your eyes, "Really." Your voice was dead. Full of sarcasm and leaking with uninterest.
Jungwon laughed, "But they're childhood best friends. They wouldn't break up."
You looked at Jungwon, "Are you lonely, Jungwon?" His eyes widened, "W-what?"
You asked, "Are you lonely?" Your tone was the same as before, eyes looking straight into his own. You were confident with your sentence.
"O-of course not." You said, "You seem to be." Jungwon looked away. Geez, he's never met someone as blunt as you.
He's blunt, but he at least cares about social cues and respect. You don't care about any of it.
He could tell when you introduced yourself.
Jungwon liked that about you, though. You spoke your mind, and you clearly were confident in your abilities as a dancer.
Honestly, if you could sing, you'd debut in a week.
Your aura was so magnetic to him. It was everything he wanted to be and more.
Jay walked over, "What are you two talking about?" You were about to say it, but Jungwon talked over you. "Just the choreography."
Jay nodded, "Right. Well, the guys are ready whenever." You said with an attitude, "What about the background dancers?" Your eyes were squinted as you looked at Jay like an idiot.
"Geez. I'll leave you alone." You rolled your eyes, lying on the floor and groaning. "Fine. Fuck."
You got up, and Jay and Jungwon stared at you. You did something very uncharacteristic. It was interesting to them.
You stood up, "Back to the dance. From the top!"
You played the music, watching everyone executing it perfectly. Then, played the next song, Chaconne.
The boys transitioned into the song. You clapped, "Okay, that's perfect! We're done for the day."
Everyone clapped, feeling happy that practice was over. You grabbed your things. You felt someone behind you, and you turned around. "Ah, sorry. I'm getting my bag."
Heeseung shyly reached for his bag, but you grabbed it and handed it to him. It was strangely heavy. "Are you carrying five bowling balls in there?"
Heeseund laughed, "My laptop and stuff. More surprised you could lift it."
Your hand went to your hip, "Yeah? You think I'm weak or something?"
Heeseung said, "I wouldn't say that." You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag. Jay yelled behind you, "Yah! Wait for me!" Jay said, "I'm putting your bed together, remember?"
Heeseung looked at Jay like he was insane. "What?" Jay explained, "She needs help putting her bed together, so I'd figure I'd 'assist' her."
Heeseung looked back at you, "You close to this guy?" You shook your head, "Nope. He just won't leave me alone for some reason."
Jay smiled, "C'mon. I'll drive."
You let him follow you to your car. He actually got into the driver's seat. That was a shock to you.
You let it go. Letting him do whatever. As independent as you are, you choose your battles.
You weren't sure why he was so hellbent on getting to know you all of a sudden. Why was he watching you so closely?
Heeseung's voice echoed in your head. You close with this guy?
You weren't. Definitely weren't.
He knows nothing about you, and you know nothing about him. You wanted to keep everything strictly professional-
"I was thinking how strange this must be for me to be driving you to your house."
You blinked out of your thoughts, looking at Jay. He was staring at the road, jawline sharper than a military man's freshly ironed shirt. "Glad you can see how odd it is that you asked to come over."
Jay shrugged, "I wanted to help." Except that shrug felt unnatural. It's like he was trying to seem nonchalant. But you've seen nonchalant.
Sunghoon is nonchalant. Even Ni-ki is when he tries hard enough.
Jay is the complete opposite. He's super chalant. You said, "Aye, what was that?" He glanced at you, then back at the road. "What was what?"
You said, "That shrug. It felt like you just pretended not to care."
He didn't say anything. You said, "Don't be weird. Just be yourself."
Jay's ears turned a light shade of pink. He didn't say anything, so you started the conversation for him.
"So what are your hobbies outside of work?"
Jay said, "I like playing guitar-" "I said outside of work," You interrupted.
He thought to himself, "Well... uh... sometimes I collect bottles." You quirked an eyebrow, "Like water bottles?" Jay said, "Alcohol bottles."
You said, "So you're an alcoholic." Jay looked at you, then back at the road. A laugh escaped his mouth before he said, "I see why people find you funny. You have no filter, do you?"
You smiled, head tilting to one side to say, "You could say that."
You said, "You know, I think Jungwon has grown an attachment to me." Jay said, "He said he liked your personality and style in the groupchat when we first had practice with you."
He recounted, "Then Sunoo saidyou were scary, and Jake called you a bad ass."
You laughed, "Okay. That's strange. You guys like me or something?"
Jay said it without thinking, "I like you."
He paused, and you turned to him. You asked, "How do you want me to interpret that?" Jay laughed, "As a friend, I mean."
He realized where he was driving to. "Are we going to Gangnam?"
You nodded, "Yeah, I live there." Jay asked, "Deadass? Woah. How much is the company paying you?"
You laughed, "They haven't paid me yet. This is from other things." You looked out your window, seeing the way the lights sped past. It was a long drive, but since it was so late and a Monday, the roads were clear.
Jay asked, "How'd you end up in Korea?" You asked, "How'd you know I'm a foreigner?"
Jay said, "Because you made it known as soon as you walked in. Don't be dumb."
You smiled, "I moved out of my parents' house and flew to Korea." Jay's breath hitched, "Wow, for a dream?"
You nodded, "I didn't want to be a lawyer. That wasn't my passion. I wanted to dance."
Jay said, "I could definitely see you as a lawyer, though. You're very argumentative."
You said, "When have I ever argued with you?"
Jay laughed, "I just let you win because you're scary." You looked at Jay and said, "I'm glad you see me that way."
He pulled into your neighborhood, seeing the tall buildings. "Do you live on the top floor of one of these?"
You nodded, "Yeah, actually. I take up the entire floor."
Jay gasped, "Are you seriously that stacked?" You nodded, "I'm still an influencer on top of all of this, you know." Jay laughed, "Yeah, right. Your fans are probably terrified of you."
You said, "I'm not scary. I just don't waste time laughing at jokes that aren't funny, and having conversations about shit I don't care about."
You looked at Jay and said the most attractive thing he's ever heard a woman say. "I'm about my bag, you know?" Jay's eyes widened, ears flushing red as he watched you get out of the car.
He followed behind you quietly, curious about what your house looks like. What does the inside of your brain look like? Where do you relax, sleep, shower, and work on new things?
You unlocked your door with your passcode, and Jay was flabbergasted. He was expecting it to be... gloomy. Maybe browns, kinda emo.
Your home was very pastel, very colorful, very cheerful.
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. You can be adorable at times.
"Welcome to my humble abode. Though it's not so humble."
He saw the huge ass box from a mile away. "Whoa, how'd you get that in?" You said, "By myself."
You reached for your cabinet. "You like to drink? My friend is a bartender."
Jay said, "This friend stayed the night?" You nodded, "CJ and Leanni. They stayed over."
Jay said slowly, "C....J...?"
Your voice was deadpan, "She's a lesbian." He sighed, "Oh... right. I was thinking about how he could've put the bed together."
You corrected him, "Well, SHE told me she was just a girl so..."
Jay let his head fall, "Sorry, I don't want to offend."
You laughed, "I'm teasing. Plus, if you said something homophobic around her, she'd probably beat your ass."
Jay stiffened. He knew you weren't joking.
He smiled awkwardly, "Well, anyway... where is the bed?" You pointed at the obvious huge box perched against the clear wall. Jay tried to open it, but couldn't. You walked over, using your pretty nails to open the box.
He said, "You have box cutters on your hands." You rolled your eyes, pushing the box to the side. Jay said, "I got it from here."
You stepped back so he could pull out the pieces. You asked, "Want me to order something? Want something to drink?"
He nodded, "Open that bottle of whiskey. Redemption is some good stuff."
You walked to your kitchen to get a bottle and glasses. When you walked back into your room, he was inspecting the screws. You poured him a glass and teased, "You know what you're doing?"
Jay looked at you, "Yes, I do."
You sat down next to him. Jay asked, "Are you going to change up the place?" He pulled out the bedframe and looked at the green fabric. He ran his fingers over the gorgeous fabric.
You said, "I'm going for an industrial vibe. I like the aesthetic of grunge industrial."
He nodded, "I like that idea. But I don't think it fits you." You tilted your head, suddenly eating a bag of potato chips. He said, "Where'd you get that?"
You pointed toward your dresser, "Snack drawer."
Jay continued, "Yeah, you have this cutesy vibe to you."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Cute? I am not cute." Jay laughed, "You can be. Your giveaways are kinda cute."
You were getting more frustrated. Where did he get this confidence from?
"I don't have any giveaways!"
Jay said, "The lip biting, eye squinting, posture changes, the little nose scrunches, when your lip twitches when you're about to say something funny, the long sighs..."
He was about to keep going, but when he looked at you, you looked really upset. He paused, "You mad at me now?"
You shook your head, "No, I'm thinking."
Jay let out a small huff. It was almost a laugh, but his face was still a little stern. "What do you mean? What are you thinking about?"
"How to change my giveaways. I don't want to be seen as readable. I don't like that about myself." Jay finally screwed in the base of the bed. He laughed, "Seriously? I think it's a good thing."
You asked, "How so?" Your arms were crossed as you looked at him. Jay put the screwdriver down, opting for the L-wrench.
He didn't look at you as he spoke, "Well, you can be a little harsh with your words, but when you say something mean, and bite your lip, it has a different meaning."
He looked at you, "It's like, hey, here's the truth, but this is making me nervous to say."
You shook your head, "I don't like that. I don't want to come across as unconfident. I'm independent, self-made, and I hate being seen as lesser."
When you lay it out like that, Jay understands. But he also found it so attractive. It’s attractive that you say how you felt with no filter.
He wanted to be like you in a way.
You reminded him a lot of Jungwon, and it didn't help that you were the same age.
The same passion was behind those eyes, the same confidence, dominance, and ego.
The only difference is that your energy is feminine. But to him, it didn't make you less prominent. He saw it as even more attractive because you make everyone listen without much effort. It's hot.
You folded your bag of chips while you asked, "Are you gonna finish this all tonight?"
Jay laughed, "Definitely. I'm half-way and it's only been 30 minutes."
You looked at your silly alarm clock; it said 11:23 PM.
It'd probably be about 12 AM by the time he got home.
Jay grunted as he got up to go to the other side of the bed. "It's not like I have anything to do tomorrow." You tilted your head, "Really? I thought you'd be busier tomorrow." Jay said, "Unless you know more than I do about my schedule. Let me check." He whipped out his phone, checking his schedule.
You rocked slightly, biting your lip. "I was asking because I need help setting up my TV." Jay looked up, "What? H-help? Did you just say you need help?"
Your shoulders rose without you noticing. But Jay noticed.
He saw the pride in your eyes before you even said it.
"I don't need help! You're just gonna do it!" Jay laughed, "You don't control me." You huffed, crossing your arms and lying flat on the floor.
Okay, that was cute of you. You saw it, you admit it, and you understand it. You got back up, "I'll help," Jay said, going back to screwing your bedframe together. Your eyes widened before lowering again, "Thank you."
"You're not very welcome."
An hour went by. He finished your bed and threw your mattress on the box spring. He smirked, "Eh? I'll sit on it to make sure it's safe." He hopped on the bed, and it was sturdy. You couldn't help the smile that landed on your face. "Finally, I can sleep." You walked over to the bed, sitting right next to him.
Jay looked at his watch, before looking back at you. "It's about 12:30 now. I should get going." He groaned, stretching before creating some distance between you two. "What time should I come over tomorrow?"
You let your arm hold your body. Like a mermaid on a perched rock in the sea.
Your beautiful boho braids cascade down your back as you look at him with those doe eyes. Your eyes always told him the full story.
You wanted him to stay. He could tell you were lonely. But you didn't voice that. Or maybe you didn't know because you were so confident in being alone.
He saw the realization in your eyes when you realized you never responded. You said, "Ah, 2 PM is a good time." Then, your lip quirked. "At 2 PM you can come to my house." Jay laughed from his tummy. Falling over and crying when he got back up.
You didn't think the joke was that funny. You were actually hoping it didn't land, so you could giggle at rage-baiting him.
Instead, he laughed his heart out.
You said, "Yah! What's wrong with you?" He wiped a tear, "You're hilarious." He grabbed his last shot from your bottle and said, "See ya."
He walked out of your house coolly.
You thought about making Jay laugh nonstop last night.
Seeing that he found you cute was something you couldn't come to terms with either. It was stupid to you.
You made sure to clean up a little more, dress up a little nicer, and put on a few layers of makeup.
You put in effort.
Jay knocked on the door, and you opened it.
Jay said it as soon as he saw it. "You put on makeup. Got somewhere to be after?" He walked in casually, figuring it was only you.
You walked behind him, lying through your teeth, "Nah, I went somewhere with Leanni earlier today."
Jay shrugged off your explanation and looked around your now clean house. "You got a flat screen TV? Are we mounting it to the wall or what?"
You opened your bedroom door, "Yeah. I just don't know anything about mounting TV's."
Jay looked at your bed frame and asked, "How was sleep?"
You smiled shyly, thinking he asked because he cared about you. "I slept great, thanks for asking."
Jay said casually, "I wanted to make sure no screws were poking out of the bedframe."
He wasn’t worried about how you slept; he was worried about how well he put the bed together.
He reached for the wall, knocking against it to see where it was hollow. "This wall, right?"
You nodded. Jay searched for the TV box, looking for it. He measured the TV, rolling up his sleeves.
You stepped away, "While you're doing that, I'm gonna start painting my guestroom."
Jay nodded, not paying you any mind. He seemed to focus today. Maybe something happened last night.
You didn't know the half of it.
Jungwon was crashing out at the boys when he got home, and when he saw Jay, he started yelling at him for not being there for the meeting.
Apparently, the boys weren't working hard enough, and Jungwon could see it. But you couldn't.
You were painting a mural on your wall, just a cute contrast to the brick wall the second bed is going to lie against.
You had a four-bedroom penthouse. It was huge. A sky castle.
You planned on making a family here, as well as your dance studio.
But, for now, you were working on your guest bedroom.
Jay suddenly yelled, and a loud sound echoed through the house. You jumped. "YAH! What happened?!"
He didn't respond. That made you panic even more. What if he was hurt? What would people say about you hurting their precious idol?
You jumped from the floor, only to see Jay standing there with a sorry expression. "Y/N?"
You nodded, eyes full of worry. "I broke the TV," Jay said. You replied, "I can buy another TV. Are you hurt?" You were searching for any injuries with the cutest worried expression. Jay’s heart swelled with adoration as he watched you grab his arms and search for pain. He was shocked by your gentle voice. His heart beat a little faster the closer you got.
One of the curls from your hair was poking out perfectly. You looked like a little tellytubby.
He put his hand on your head without thinking, laying your curl down. You froze. "What are you doing?" Jay stiffened, "Uh! Sorry!"
You lifted your head. Your lip was caught between your teeth. "Why are you doing that?"
He let go, heart swelling again. Touching makes you overwhelmed. Noted.
He wanted to do it more. Make you nervous.
Jay sighed, "I'm really sorry about the TV. I should've been more careful. I'll buy you another one." You shook your head, "Absolutely not. I can handle it."
Jay insisted, "No. I broke it. You probably have a budget." You said, "And emergency savings."
Jay said, "You shouldn't spend your savings on something I fucked up. Please. If not, let me at least buy you dinner."
He slipped that last part in a little too quickly.
Dinner?
You looked at him, "You mean that?"
He nodded, "With my chest."
The eye contact between you was intense. But you bit your lip quickly, "I'll take you up on that offer."
It was hard to set up dinner. Between his hectic work schedule and practice, you were sure it was never gonna happen. But Jay found a way.
It was a week after he helped you set up the TV. Sunday night.
You were dolled up, just for him. Put on a pretty dress, concealed your eye bags, and pimple scars.
But all Jay gave you was a thumbs up and a "I've never seen you in anything other than sweats and PJs."
You were starting to go crazy. You were thinking you had it all wrong between you. Going on a date, setting it up, nice restaurants, pretty perfumes, and candle lights... is this not a date?
Jay was talking about work. He wasn't asking about you. He wasn't taking the initiative to be the romantic you know he can be.
"So I told Jake to eat all of the ice cream since he already left me one scoop-" You blurted out, "Is this a date?" Jay's eyes widened, his face turning beet red.
As anxious as you were in your head, your voice came out coolly. You let your head rest in the palm of your hand, and your elbow was on the table. Your shoulders were slouched, your eyes low, and you looked bored. Very unprofessional.
The restaurant was so high-end that if someone saw you in there, they'd think you were about to rob the place.
You sighed, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "If you're gonna waste my time, just let me know."
Jay didn't know what to say to that. For once in his life, he was speechless. But now wasn't the time to be speechless.
You scooted out your chair, "Well, it was nice. I'll see you at practice."
You walked out on him. Deciding that these feelings you developed so quickly weren't worth the pain.
But Jay didn't let you go.
He ran after you, leaving almost 200 bucks on the table.
He grabbed your arm, "Wait."
You turned to him, and for the first time, he saw weakness. Your lip was quivering, caught between your teeth, eyes filled with sorrow, and on the brink of tears. You were swallowing down the pain. Like you always did.
Jay said, "You can't just walk away like that!"
Your voice came out softer than you'd like: "I can." He cupped your cheek, and you flinched away. Your eyes closed, and a tear escaped, cascading down your puffy cheeks.
His warm hand pressed against it, swiping it away. He said, "I didn't know you felt that way." You huffed, "I didn't know either."
Jay tilted his head, looking at you like you were so adorable. The way you relaxed into his touch completely, like when a dog hands you their face. You refused to look at him, eyebrows furrowed, and you had the cute sniffles.
It was so dark, so late. But all he could see was you.
Jay said, "When I'm around you, you make my heart beat faster. Sometimes when you boss me around, it makes me feel so... enchanted. At first, I thought you were a little harsh, and I can be a little insecure, but that was something I liked about you. Your honesty."
He rambled, "You know, scientifically, men like smart independent women, but they're just insecure. They get shy, and then they give up on it, and that's why women with smarter callabur always end up single and-"
You kissed him, tired of hearing his voice. You were tired. Tired of chasing, not understanding yourself, not getting what you want. You were a winner through and through.
His lips traced yours, softly, intimately. His hands slipped to your waist, holding you like you were going to run away. He couldn't handle this. It was too much.
These feelings were overwhelming to him. He cares a lot about people, but he's never found himself caring this much on the outside and in. But for you, he really did.
Something about you was magnetic.
The honesty, the bluntness, the habits, the passion, the independence, but the way you show that you care.
He liked that. He liked knowing that everything you did was because you cared so fucking much.
He pulled away first, looking at your swollen lips and pretty eyes. You were staring at him, expecting something from him. That look of expectation killed him.
"What are you gonna do about me?" You said, eyes going puppy.
Jay sighed, "Take you home, and ask you on a real date when we get to the door."
You laughed, "I like that idea better."
And that's what you did. He took you home. He walked you to that door. But he didn't expect you to pull him into his apartment.
“Whoa.” You laughed, smiling while kissing his small face. He was so handsome, so perfect.
His hands went to your waist, and yours traveled his torso.
These rigid bumps pressed over his torso. You laughed, “You have abs.” He pulled your shirt, “Don’t you?”
You roll your eyes, “Shut up.” You pulled him by his shirt, leading him to your bedroom. His eyes locked into yours,“What are you doing?”
You huffed, “What do you think? Sit down.”
He sat down, legs spread. He looked at you like you were a goddess. Eyes following the way your body moved.
He pulled you onto his lap. You smiled, climbing on him, kissing his face.
Jay said, “What? You want to break the bed I spent 2 hours trying to build.”
You rolled your eyes, “Jay, please be quiet.” You pushed him down, and he smiled while kissing you. His lips were firm over yours. Everything was messy and passionate. Until Jay flipped you onto your back. Now he was hovering over you.
“I don’t like to do things like this.” He kissed you, slowly this time. We have all night, don't we? No need to get in a rush."
He kissed down your stomach, soft, gentle. Your eyes fluttered closed as a deep sigh left your chest. The feeling of his breath brushing against your sensitive skin made your heart beat a little faster.
It tickled, but it made you horny all at once.
You could feel your clit throbbing at this point. It needed friction. Jay looked up, watching your reaction. Absorbing the information.
"You getting all frustrated already? Geez." He was careful, his kisses more ticklish than soft.
Then, his thick fingers slid your dress up. He said, "So wet." His thumb rubbed across the wet spot on your underwear. The feeling of coolness pressed against your core. Your body twitched.
A whimper of agony left your throat. Jay laughed, slipping your panties down. He grumbled, "Can't wait to taste you." His lips connected with your clit, messy, sloppy.
You were a moaning mess instantly. Your hands clamped to his scalp as his tongue fucked into you slowly.
He was so gentle, slow, intimate, passionate. Everything you could dream of. His fingers crawled their way into your hole, slipping in with embarrassing ease. He groaned, sending this vibration to your clit.
Your body tensed. He felt the way your pussy clenched around his two fingers. He moved slowly, letting his fingers stretch you out. His tongue traced shapes over your clit as you cried out his name.
Your breath was heavy as the feeling of his thick fingers clawed at your walls.
He went at it for so long, his fingers were starting to prune.
He didn't care. The aroma of you was making him lose it. He couldn't wait for you to cum in his mouth. He couldn't wait for you to come undone. To finally see you relax and let go.
Your back was arching, and you heard Jay slurp. Your eyes were staring at the ceiling as you tried to understand why you were so sensitive to him.
His fingers were working wonders on you. You managed to cry out, "Harder~" Jay obliged in an instant. His fingers plunged into you with so much force, your tits started to rock to his rhythm.
Jay was quick to suck down on your clit, sending you into a shaky frenzy. The way you completely came undone was the most attractive thing he's ever watched any woman do.
And he's been around.
Nobody did it like you. Nobody was as honest as you.
Jay pulled his fingers out, watching the cum ooze out. His face was stern, completely focused.
When he made eye contact with you, he melted. You were just so cute and scared-looking. He asked, "What's wrong?"
You reached for him, grabbing his shirt, "C'mere."
He pressed a kiss to your lips, firm and secure. Like it was his way of telling you he wasn't going anywhere. Jay climbed on top of you, unzipping his jeans. "You okay? Want some water?" You shook your head, "Want you."
Jay laughed, allowing his hands to roam your gorgeous body before pulling his pants off. He didn't want you out of that beautiful dress. It was rare to see you in one.
He was about to rock your fucking world.
You had your doubts. Jay's a weirdo. He doesn't give off the energy that he knows what he's doing. He doesn't give off the energy; he's got a long list of women he's been with. He's kind of a loser. But you liked that about him.
You were prepared to tell him when to stop, when to go, faster, harder, slower, switch positions.
You were prepared for it all.
But Jay wasn't what you expected.
First, his dick was way bigger than you expected. You don't think you've ever had something that big enter you in your life. Not even through your mouth.
Jay steadied your hips, kissing your cheek and telling you to relax. He was calm, gentle. Words you keep referencing because there's no other way to describe the level of care he's putting into your first time together.
Jay pushed through your folds, watching your pussy swallow his cock. But his eyes shot back to your face. He saw pain.
He went back to kissing your face, telling you, "I know, baby."
You just let your head roll back to the pillows, looking back at the ceiling like it had all the answers.
Jay reached his stopping point, but he wasn't all the way in. You didn't know that.
He eased into you, intentionally. You moaned at his first thrust, covering your mouth in embarrassment.
He made you such a subby little bitch. You hated it.
Jay grabbed your hand and pressed it toward his abs. "Touch me. I wanna hear all the noises you can make. How high can I make you sing?"
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Then, to your surprise, he harshly filled you to the brim. Skin clapping against yours. Nice and wet.
You cried out, loving the feeling of him this close to you.
Jay fucked into your needy little cunt, feeling you clench around him. You were about to finish, but he wanted more time with you.
He pulled out, flipping you to your back. Your face in the pillows, both your hands in his like his saddle strings. He fucked into your pussy, watching the way your ass bounced around him.
He groaned in agony, loving the way you sounded around him.
Your smell was intoxicating. He was so dizzy from your body and scent.
Your beautiful brown sugar skin. He wanted to lick the sweat from your back. The way your beautiful braids cascaded from your shoulder as you slammed into his cock. It was all too much.
His pace quickened, his breathing rapid, his eyes closing shut, jaw clenching. He was about to lose it.
He came to, realizing you needed to cum first.
He slowed his pace, letting you relax a bit. Your face was in the pillows, moans so muffled he could hardly hear them now. He wanted to hear them.
He pulled out, flipping you onto his lap. He said, "Sit on it."
You huffed, still trying to catch your breath.
He's had you in two positions in the span of twenty minutes. Here he was making you get into another one. You hadn't even cum for a second time yet.
He hadn't even cum.
How long were you two going to go at it for?
You sat on his cock, slowly sliding down to his shaft. He felt longer now that you were ontop.
Yet, he pulled you down so he could kiss your plump lips.
His arms were wrapped around your waist, as his hips thrusted uncontrollably into your cunt.
He knew your ass was jiggling; he could feel the recoil. The sound of your bodies moving together alone had the entire room echoing in sounds.
Sounds that have never been in this room before.
Jay suddenly had a choked-out moan escaping his chest. Your lips are no longer attached in a messy kiss. But somehow your lips were still connected to his face.
You helped him, slamming your ass into his rhythm. Your hole clenched around him, and a suffocated gasp left his mouth. He was about to cum, seriously.
You shook, slamming his long cock one last time, feeling it hit your hilt.
Jay's hands tightened around your waist as he slammed you into his cock, keeping you there so you could take all of his cum.
His jaw was clenched, making it more square than it already was.
Your stomach was filled with his leaky cum, some of it spilling to his thighs.
He sighed. His voice was one of acceptance, "That was..." You finished for him, "Amazing."
You climbed off him, lying next to him, cuddling into his chest.
He kissed your head and said, "Yeah, it was." You were happy that you two were on the same page for once.
Jay was gentle with you the next morning. Waking up together, completely naked, was something. It was surreal.
Jay looked at you with so much love in his eyes. "Want me to cook for you?"
You smiled, "That's okay. I can cook for myself." You tried to scoot out of bed, but your legs were jelly.
Jay was happy with the results. Not only does he know he did a good job, but now you can relax.
You two went at it about three more times after the first round. Safe to say, your legs wouldn't be working for practice today.
Speaking of, Jungwon noticed the way you walked in. Jungwon was already suspicious about where Jay was all of yesterday, but when you came in waddling, he thought everyone was being weird.
Ni-ki was in a sparkly mood today, too. That only happens when his girlfriend finally lets him get some.
Jungwon connected the dots in his head that day. But, he didn't say anything. He wanted you two to tell everyone on your own terms.
But you were so obvious.
Your eyes wandered to him during practice, leaving together some nights after practice, he always sat near you during lunch or water breaks, you laughed at everyhting he said, you smiled at him.
Sunghoon put the pieces together soon after Jungwon, and it wasn't long until the whole group figured out you were dating.
It was just a matter of when you'd tell them that.
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Synopsis~ The weird things you did for the first time in front of them that they only loved more.
Warning~ NO SMUT, Fluff, Y/N is weird. That's it.
Word Count~ 1.3k
Heeseung
You were in the house together. You just got off the phone with your mom. He noticed that your accent slightly changes when you speak to your mom.
But he's never heard you speak your mother tongue before.
You said, "Babe, can you pass me a water bottle out of the fridge?"
He opened the fridge and threw you a water bottle. "Thank you. This show is so good. Where'd you hear about it from? *%#* Jake the other day when I *@)*&$#(*. It's funny because !*@&#)# the @*)@*."
Heeseung was standing there with his two bowls of ramen.
He looked at you, staring. "What?"
You started speaking completely in another language, "@*)@*... @*)... Oh my bad."
You corrected yourself. "I was just saying that yesterday, Jake and I were watching a similar show."
Heeseung scratched the back of his head, "So that's what it sounds like when you speak your own language."
He laughed, "It's so weird that you hid it from me." You shyly admitted, "It's embarrassing."
Hee quirked his eyebrow, scooting closer to you. He passed you a bowl. You noticed the portion was much smaller than his. "Why? I always speak Korean around you."
You let your head hit his shoulder, "Because it's such a loud language. Korean is so soft and quiet. Mine sounds so..."
He finished your sentence, "It sounds fun. You should teach me something. Don't be afraid of showing me the real you."
Jay
You were vacuuming your bedroom. You hadn't realized Jay walked in the house. You were humming songs in your head until you spoke to yourself.
"I'm hungry as a bitch. I should eat something. I want some meat. Some DIHHHH! SOME DIHHH!"
You started laughing to yourself as you unplugged the vacuum.
Jay looked at you from the doorway. "You on the phone?"
You shook your head, "I-I was talking to myself."
Jay laughed, "It's okay. We all do it. I’m just concerned why you were yelling about Dih?” He stifled a laugh while he looked at you, slightly concerned. You looked away, "Don't laugh! Ugh! This is so embarrassing!"
Jay let you push him out of the bedroom as he laughed. You were obviously not happy about him discovering this habit.
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed." You groaned, “I’m not cute!”
Jay laughed, “You’re right. You’re just weird.”
Jake
Jake loves you. At least, that's what he's starting to realize. The more he spends time with you, the more he realizes he's falling harder.
You were so authentically yourself. You were never uncomfortable being you.
He got home from work, and he was excited to see his baby. He walked through the door to see you sleeping on the couch. You weren’t even in bed.
He whispered, "Baby? Why are you on the couch?"
He lifted you in his arms and walked you over to the bed. It was there that he watched you wake up. Eye-popping open, staring at you. You smiled instantly, going in for a hug.
You held him tightly, "You're here!"
You hugged him, loving the way he smelled. Then he felt it.
Your nostrils suctioning to his neck. He let out a noise of surprise and flinched away. "GAH! Y/N! What was that?!"
You giggled, "You smell good."
He rubbed his neck uncomfortably. "You're so weird." You giggled, “I wanna sniff you! C’MERE!”
He yelped, throwing you on the bed and making a run for it. You two ran around the house for about an hour. Being silly together.
Sunghoon
You two are still going on dates. Of course, by this time, he's picking you up from your house and driving you places. You were silent in the car, Hoon's music playing quietly.
The sound of the car zooming past takes up most of the air. That was until you heard two notes.
Dun Dun
Dun Dun
Dun Dun
Dun Dun Dun Dun
Dun Dun
snap*
You looked at your boyfriend, and he didn't even notice.
You reached for the volume and blasted it.
"GIRL, WHERE YOU AT I'VE BEEN SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING!" You yelled, "I don't know the lyrics!"
Sunghoon kept glancing back and forth between you and the road.
He was visually confused.
Where did this burst of energy come from?
You started dancing and screaming No doubt. When Sunghoon's part came up, you got especially loud, yelling, "THAT'S MY MAN!" Your braids whipped him in the face as you sang.
When the song ended, he calmly turned the volume down.
He had stopped the car at that point. If he kept going, it could've gotten dangerous.
He asked, "Y/N? What was that?"
You were still huffing as you stared at him. He was waiting for an answer.
There was silence for a while as you two stared at each other.
You began laughing uncontrollably, holding your stomach. "HAHAH! Oh my gosh, that was so fun." You looked back at the road, "I'm always like this."
A small smile formed on his lips as he looked at your beautiful face.
You were always so quiet, but seeing you get loud like that made him realize he had a lot more to know about you.
He said, "You're a strange girl." Your eyes widened, and your face heated up. Sunghoon pulled the handle out of park and merged back into traffic.
Sunoo
You two were out shopping. Sunoo usually had practice around this time, but it was cancelled because Ni-ki was sick.
You two were getting medicine for him. You picked up the cough medicine and handed it to the pharmacist.
She smiled, “Someone sick?” You nodded, “Yeah, my little brother.”
Sunoo’s heart fluttered. He was happy that you thought of Ni-ki as a family.
“Yeah? That’s upsetting. Does he get sick often?” You nodded, saying deadpan, “Yeah. When he was born, he had some medical problems, so he was in the hospital for a few days. Almost died.”
Okay, now Sunoo was confused. Why were you lying? Ni-ki was a healthy baby.
You looked at Sunoo, winking. The pharmacist pouted, “That’s so upsetting. You should be getting some more medicine for a sickness like that.”
You shook your head, “Ah, he’ll be fine. Once our Dad gets out of jail, he’ll start living with him.”
The pharmacist’s eyes raised, “Jail? Oh my! What did he do if you don't mind me asking?”
You said casually, “He was a doctor. They found out he was killing his patients on purpose.” You sighed, “Hopefully, he doesn't kill my brother.” You laughed, paying for the medicine before smiling.
“You have a great day, ma’am.”
Sunoo smiles politely, waving off. As soon as you walked away, he scowled at you. “What was that?”
You started cackling, “It’s so fun to lie to strangers.” Sunoo shoved you a little. “Really?! She looked super worried.”
You smiled, “She won’t even remember that interaction.” Sunoo sighed, “You’re so weird.”
You smile, “One of us has to be.”
Ni-ki
He's still getting to know every part of you.
You're not really one to keep secrets or hide parts of yourself. He found that really cool about you. But he noticed the weirdest habit you have.
When you get excited, you hit the Hyunjin move.
It's specifically just that move.
He asked about it once, and you said you got it from your grandma.
You two were at dinner, happy as can be. The food had come out, and you were chewing on the steak. All of a sudden, you're getting up and hitting this exact move.
Normal people would be embarrassed. But you hit it so hilariously that Ni-ki couldn't help but burst a lung.
He was clutching his stomach as you confusedly stared. "What the fuck is funny, Riki?"
Ni-ki wiped genuine tears, "Nothing, you're just weird."
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Fair warning, I don't know much about Vernon. But, I KNOW ENOUGH OKAY! I just wanted to write about SEVENTEEN more!
Synopsis~ It was casual sex between you two. But Vernon started to crave more from you. He realized this when he started to worry about you, think about you... even reminisce. How is he gonna tell you? How does it end?
Warnings~ Smut, Oral (Giving), Cum swallow, A lot of inner turmoil, Vernon is ditzy to his own emotions,
Word Count~ 2.3k
You’ve known Vernon for about 2 months. It was casual sex at first.
You two were strangers. You were at the bar, tipsy from Tito's. Vernon complimented your shoes.
You were wearing Space Jams, and they were still in pristine condition. Your conversation was about shoes, but it slowly turned into how hot he was.
How you wanted him.
But it wasn’t the last time you hooked up.
Currently, you are in his bed texting a friend. He was putting his shirt on. It was silent.
Comfortable silence.
You two were used to each other's routines. You sighed, “I’ll head out in a second. I’m a little tired.”
He nodded, “That’s cool. You hungry?”
You pouted, “I am!!” His eyes filled with amusement. He didn’t laugh. Instead, a sharp breath puffed from his nose as a ghost of a smile appeared on his face. “I’ll order something. What do you want?”
You sigh, “Pasta,” Vernon quirked an eyebrow, “Pasta? For breakfast?”
You smiled, “I feel like I’m being judged right now.” He frowned, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t say that.”
He sat on the corner of the bed. Even though you were naked, it felt casual.
Nothing was uncomfortable with you two. You whispered, “How long until you have to go?”
He looked up from his phone, “Two hours.”
Like a siren, you pulled him in. The sheets were the ocean, drowning him in his bed. He chuckled, and you climbed on his lap.
He let his hands rest on your thighs, something passing through his face.
It was an unrecognizable expression.
“What?” Vernon shrugged, “You losing weight?”
You were taken aback. He sat up to feel you. “You feel lighter. Have you been skipping meals?”
You rolled your eyes, “How would you know if I’ve gotten lighter?”
Vernon said casually, “I know how much you weigh.”
He grabbed your thighs again, “Yeah, your thighs got smaller.”
Rage took over, “Okay! Enough!”
Vernon froze. “Oh…”
You put your hands on his shoulders. “I’ve been busy.” Vernon nodded, “So you’ve been skipping meals?” You asked, "Why does that matter?"
Vernon started to question himself. He's not really someone who expresses himself much, but he could tell he was starting to care about you.
The singing together in the car, the days you'd come to practice and dance with him, the times you've called him for random nights to fuck, or the times you've called just to have someone over.
His favorite memory is when he stopped by unannounced, not really knowing what he wanted. Perhaps to only be near you.
It was shocking to you. But he cared about you. He was comfortable enough to say something about your weight. You're not sensitive about those kinds of things.
But he saw the way you looked at him when he said. If you could, your face would’ve turned pale.
But it didn't, you're a beautiful brown-skinned woman. Your eyes only widened in surprise.
"Vernon?"
He snapped back to reality, looking at you. "Yeah."
You sighed, getting off his lap. His hands reached for you slightly, but he pulled away. "I had a great time last night. But, it's time for me to go."
You threw on your clothes and walked out of his bedroom. Vernon let you leave. He was trying to figure out his own thoughts, and he knew he'd see you again.
But he thinks he likes you.
Not in the way he did before. You were a fun person to him. Very intriguing.
You always made him laugh, but you never laughed at his jokes, though. You were hyper and very passionate about your job, but you were super chill.
You liked the same movies as him, liked to listen more than talk, and liked animals more than people.
You were someone different. Someone unique in the simplest ways.
You didn't try to be someone you weren't. You were always yourself. You showed how you felt on your face.
When you two first had sex, you told him what to do. He wasn’t doing it right.
That even turned him on.
You were a woman.
A woman he wanted to be with.
When he realized that, you were already out the door. It was time for him to go to his photoshoot, so he went his way too.
The next day, however, he called you.
Vernon is more of a dry texter; he's not one to call often. But FaceTime was a shock.
You answered, "You good?"
Vernon was scratching his scalp while he looked at you through the phone.
Your hair was freshly braided, curls wiggling down the braids. Your eyebrows were so dark and bushy. The way you used them was attractive to him.
You were very gorgeous.
He said, "Aye, when are you done with work. I'll pick you up."
You looked away from the screen for a moment. You were still wearing your hospital scrubs, looking around you.
"My shift ends at 8. My patient requested me to be around a little longer for support."
A small smile spread onto Vernon's face.
You were so good at your job. Everyone always requests to see you. You were Mrs. Popular.
He's even witnessed it himself.
Vernon said, "I'll be there at 7:30."
You smiled, "Okay. I'll see you. Bye."
Vernon nonchalantly said, "Bye."
He hung up, and you smiled. But Vernon was frantically thinking of ways he was gonna tell you he liked you. Tell you how he's fallen for you.
Should he do it casually? You've made it known that you're a romantic. He's not really like that. But he feels it in his heart that he should tell you.
He always thinks about you getting along better with the other members in your group. You'd go perfectly with Seungcheol. But he never says things like that out loud.
He was brushing off his feelings as he parked in front of the hospital. He is waiting for you.
He shot you a text saying he's here.
He was fidgeting with the wheel as he waited for you. You walked out of the hospital, eyes a little low, face drained, and scrubs filled with blood.
Vernon was taken aback. He rolled down the window. "What happened to you?"
You huffed, taking off the shirt to reveal a tank top underneath. It was the middle of winter, so of course, he turned on the heat and waited for you to get in the car,
You looked at Vernon, "Someone blew up their arm setting off fireworks." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I just wanna go home and shower. A lot was going on. He started vomiting blood on me at one point, so I changed into my backup scrubs, but at that point, the new ones had blood on me as well. I have to burn these."
Vernon has never heard you speak so much about your job before.
He's never seen you at the end of the shift. It was always during break or lunch.
Vernon looked at you like you got out of war alive. But his face snapped back to his generic one. "You can shower at mine."
He started the car, realizing the dinner he reserved wasn't a good idea.
You bit your lip, slightly uncomfortable. "I dunno. I don't have any clothes there."
Vernon answered, "You can have my hoodie."
You relaxed into the seat.
He seemed to be more in his head than listening to you. He's not a good listener... or speaker.... Vernon isn't good at anything but his job.
The drive to his place was short. You got out of the car, waddling to his bathroom in an instant.
Vernon passed you some clothes and made his way to the bed.
He didn't expect you to casually walk out with his clothes on like it was nothing.
You pulled it off.
Baggy clothes always looked good on you. But this was something different.
He hardened in seconds, forgetting what the entire purpose of all this was. To confess.
He needed you. Like, right now.
Vernon said, "C'mere."
You walked to him, yawning. You climbed into bed next to him and pressed a kiss to his face. He carefully reached for your cheek, "Are we doing this?"
You nodded, pressing your lips into him again. He leaned back, head hitting the pillows. His hands reached for your ass, and he squeezed.
A small noise left your lips, making him harder.
You were always so responsive to him. His touches always made you melt. He wondered why.
But you knew.
It was because your love language is physical touch.
Vernon probably didn't notice it either. You would touch him casually. Pat his shoulder, poke his arm, grab his shirt.
Things like that were shows of affection.
Vernon smiled into the kiss, liking the way you moaned for him. Your hands were on his chest, feeling around. You loved to touch the muscular, hard mounds. His abs were rigid. Your hands traveled further, to his crotch.
You pulled away, looking at him with a sly smile. You quirked an eyebrow at him and trailed kisses down his torso. Right, to his crotch.
You unbuckled his jeans, heart beating from excitement.
His dick slipped through, and you smiled at it.
You spit in your hand, rubbing it up and down. Vernon let out a soft breath, letting his head dive into the pillows. "Fuck."
Your mouth wrapped around his hard cock, loving how hard it was to fit. He was thick.
You bobbed your head over his cock. His hand went to your head, and he held it tightly.
He wasn't forcing you to do anything. He just let it sit there. But, he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to cum like this. He wanted to cum from your pussy.
He grabbed your arm, pulling you over. He flipped you over, ready to kiss all over your sweet body.
You were so gorgeous. Brown skin, beautiful smile, top-tier humor, considerate, and so good in bed, he's thinking he could be with you for life.
Vernon kissed your ear, slipping the sweats you had on off. He slapped his dick against your clit, making you whimper.
He pushed through your folds, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in an instant.
Vernon couldn't control his moans either. He got close to your ear, his warm breath against it. He groaned right in your ear. He knew what that did to you. How that makes you feel.
Your hole clenched around him.
He was so loud in the bedroom. So unashamed.
He slowly dug into your spot, going deeper and deeper with every thrust.
He spread your legs further apart, wanting to get complete access. Vernon pulled you closer by your hips and licked at your neck. He groaned, "Fuck Y/N, you're so good at this."
His eyes rolled back as he fucked into your cunt.
His hips slowly rolled into your pussy, making this wet noise. He looked down to see his cock covered in a white ring. "Already?"
You were covering your face.
Vernon pulled your hands away to look at you. "Hey, don't do that."
He fucked into you faster. The next orgasm hits you faster. He pulled out, rubbing himself until he came on you. Some of it got on your lip. Instead of being repulsed, you licked it and swallowed.
He hummed, lying next to you. He was catching his breath.
The sex would be meaningless if the next part didn't go to plan. He was mentally preparing for what he was about to confess.
"Y/N..."
You looked at him, already getting ready to get up. "What's up?"
He asked, "Where are you going?" You pulled up his sweatpants, "Home. I've got an early shift."
He did something uncharacteristic. He grabbed your arm before you could walk away. He pulled you right back on his lap.
The sleeves of his hoodie completely cover your little hands.
You were so adorable when you wanted to be.
Vernon said, "I like you."
You tilted your head, clicking your teeth. "I like you too. Do you remember the past thirty minutes of sex we just had?"
Vernon chuckled lowly. His chest vibrated against your hand. Your hands always found their way either around his neck or on his chest.
Your hand slid up to grip his neck, and you kissed him roughly, "I've got to go, Mr. clingy pants."
He didn't let you get up, "I'm serious, Y/N. I don't want us to be casual anymore. I want to be exclusive."
You looked at his face. Avoiding what he was trying to say. "I mean, you're the only guy I'm having sex with so..."
Vernon sighed, "You know what I mean. If you don't like me back, say so."
You shuddered, not expecting this. Vernon continued, "Just be honest. It won't hurt me."
You laughed, "I think it would, Vernon. I think you don't just like me. I think you should say how you feel. How do I make you feel?"
Vernon didn't understand what you meant. You said, "When did you realize? What is it about me that you like?"
He retraced his memories. When did he realize?
"The second time we hooked up, and you held me for dear life, telling me not to go yet. I missed being needed like that. I missed when people would say things like that to me." He cupped your face, looking at you.
"You show so much raw, honest emotion. It's so attractive. Your face is the exact emotion you're feeling at all times. I don't have to work hard to see you. You're known. I don't really know how to put it into words, so instead of telling you, I call you to come over when I think of you. I get you things when I can envision them on you. All the songs I write are about you now... I-"
You kissed him, interrupting what he had to say.
He was trying his best to say how he felt for your benefit. He must really like you.
You pulled away and said, "I like you too, Vernon."
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Synopsis~ How did Ni-ki confess to you?
Warnings~ Fluff, they’re 16 in this, flashback Mary!, Kissing without consent, slapping (He deserved it lowkenuinley)
Word Count~ 743
"I'm here!"
You looked up at Ni-ki. He was running over with coffee.
He's been your best friend since you were elementary schoolers. He was always loud as hell, annoying, slightly bullyable, but also a bully. But he was loyal.
He stuck by you through thick and thin.
Currently, you two are in the library. There's a specific part of the library that nobody knows about, that only you two hang out at.
Two comfy chairs, next to a table.
He came over to hang, but you came to study.
Ni-ki was busy with work anyway. He debuted, and now he was the hotshot. But he never forgot about you.
Yes, his schedule is a little hectic, but he still makes time for you.
Your pen was poking your cheek as you looked over the chemistry notes for the seventeenth time. "Ugh, isn't one of your members good at chem or something? Call him."
Ni-ki laughed, relaxing into the chair. "Who? Jake? He's only a pretender." You looked at Ni-ki.
Truthfully, you've started seeing him differently.
You don't wanna say the fame made you develop feelings. Singing about girls, dancing sexily to songs, looking cool on stage, wearing stage makeup that made him look attractive, dying his hair, trying new things...
Ni-ki was starting to look like an idol. You found it attractive.
Ni-ki waved a hand in your face, "Earth to Y/N? Are you free on Wednesday at like 11 pm? I have practiced all day."
You groaned, "That's a school night, dummy."
Ni-ki nodded, "I know."
You said, "The only reason why I'm in Korea with you is for school! My mom said if I don't do well in school, she'll send me back to Japan. I need to focus on school."
Ni-ki rolled his eyes, "It's always school this, school that... ugh, what happened to you?"
You looked at him like he was an idiot. Which he was.
"I got busy."
Ni-ki squinted his eyes, "Right. What are you even looking at anyway?"
He leaned in to see what you were doing. His face was closer now. You could feel his breath on your collarbone. He was looking at your notes. "What the hell is Co3? What is this?"
You sighed, "Yeah, call that Jake guy."
He looked at you, face closer now. His eyes scanned you over, and he leaned in. Your heart started racing.
Suddenly, your ears were ringing. Ni-ki pressed a kiss into your lips, and you slapped him.
Like hard.
He backed away, holding his face, "OW!"
You yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" He shushed you, "We're in the library!"
You calmed down. "What was that??" Ni-ki smiled, "It's simple. It's a kiss." You looked at Ni-ki like he was crazy.
Something like that can't be that casual to him.
You stood up, "What? You get famous and start fucking bitches? I'm your best friend, not your hoe!"
Ni-ki stood up with you, raising his hands in defense, "Okay, maybe I executed that wrong."
You were shaking, "What were you trying to do?"
Ni-ki said, "T-tell you I like you!"
Your eyes widened. "What?"
Ni-ki's confidence crumbled. "It's okay if you don't like me back-"
You pulled him into you, kissing him slowly.
He stepped back, slightly shocked, but enjoying the kiss. You hummed into the kiss, making Ni-ki smile.
Your hand was on his chest.
You knew he started working out, but he was starting to feel more muscular than usual.
Ni-ki's lips were so juicy.
You've always wanted to kiss them. Dreamed of it, actually.
Now that you had it, you were happy. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you could taste the Americano you two had.
Ni-ki pulled away first, "Ha~."
You looked at Ni-ki, "If we get together, you have to promise-"
Ni-ki interrupted you, "I won't cheat. I won't leave. I won't forget about you, or put you last. I'll treat you like Jesus. I'm not playing about this Y/N."
Your eyes got a little watery, a pout forming.
Ni-ki huffed, pushing his hair back, "Are you about to cry?"
You nodded, "You know me so well."
You hugged him.
Ni-ki hugged you back. It just felt right for you to be together. Ni-ki said, "So we're boyfriend and girlfriend?"
You nodded, "Yes!"
It was immature, messy even.
It wasn't the most romantic confession in the world. It wasn't groundbreaking. But it was authentically you two.
Hiii!! I love your work so much you’re so creative!! So I was thinking of a fic where the members catch Riki and his gf doing (yk) and they give them “the talk”
This is a hilarious idea
The Talk
IdolNi-ki! x BlackReader
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 __ Part 6
Synopsis~ Jake walks in on you two freaked out. He tells the boys, and they have a talk with Ni-ki about safe sex.
I mean, the boys know you're young and in love and give you privacy, but you've gotten too comfortable.
Ni-ki came up with a silly idea.
Having sex at the dorms instead of at your place.
Your dumbass decided to give in.
I mean, he's irresistible.
He was onto you, really letting you have it.
I mean all inches deep. You were mid-moan when you heard someone open the door.
Ni-ki jumped, instantly covering you up. He gave you all the covers, but now his entire ass was out for Jake to see.
Jake slammed the door, yelling, "OH!"
You looked at Ni-ki, face in full fury.
"I thought they were gonna be on a schedule all day! I swear!"
You rubbed your face in agony and full embarrassment.
Jake's gonna tell the entire group. You know it.
You pulled on Ni-ki's sweats and hoodie and said, "I'm going home."
Niki watched you leave, a little hurt that you were upset.
It was a dumb idea. Yes, he had different rooms; yes, he should've locked the door; and yes, he should've checked everyone's locations to be sure, but this wasn't entirely his fault.
Jake should've knocked.
Ni-ki put on his clothes and walked outside. Surprisingly, Jake was hidden in his room now. He smiled, knowing he avoided agony.
.
.
.
Except he didn't.
The next day, Ni-ki came out of his room to find the entire group of boys gathered around him.
Jake said, "Sit."
Ni-ki frowned, "What the hell is going on here?"
Heeseung said, "Well... Jake told us what he saw the other day, and we need to have a discussion."
Ni-ki looked at everyone, "Seriously? I'm 20 years old. The hell do we need to have this conversation for?"
Jungwon said, "Because you're the youngest."
Ni-ki stuck his middle finger at Wonnie. "We're the youngest idiot. I'm not doing this shit."
Ni-ki turned around to walk away, but Sunghoon sternly said, "Sit the fuck down."
Ni-ki turned on his ass and sat down in an instant.
Jake said, "Well, when did you two start... y'know?"
Ni-ki said, "I don't feel comfortable talking about this. Y/N is a part of the subject, and I don't want to embarrass her."
Jay said, "Well, call her to come over. This is outrageous! Are you using protection? Are you even doing it right? When did you start doing this with her? My baby is doing big boy things and hasn't spoken to any of us about it!"
Sunoo side-eyed the absolute shit out of Jay.
Ni-ki said, "Baby? I'm a grown ass man!"
Jake sighed, "Ignore him. We're just worried that you're not only putting her in dangerous situations but also not wearing protection."
Ni-ki frowned, "She's been my girlfriend since we were 16. I don't think she'd cheat on me."
Jake said, "Okay, and what if she gets pregnant?" Ni-ki said, "I guess I'm a Dad."
Sunghoon said, "Are you thinking? We are a team. If you get Y/N pregnant, then you're putting the rest of the team at risk. It's already bad enough you're dating, but now this? That's fucked up and selfish."
Ni-ki argued, "Am I supposed to be celibate my entire life? Heeseung has girls over every other day!"
Jungwon turned to Heeseung, "Yeah, but at least he uses protection."
Ni-ki huffed, crossing his arms. "Whatever, guys. I'm leaving." Niki grabbed his things and left in annoyance.
Jake grabbed him back, "Hey! Where are you going!?"
Ni-ki said, "To Y/N-ah's place. To have SEX with her."
Jungwon rolled his eyes, "Ni-ki, stop." Ni-ki wasn't listening, so Jungwon used his leader voice. "I SAID STOP!"
Everyone jumped at his voice. Jungwon sighed, "You need to consider the fact that Y/N is special. You can't be careless about having a BABY. You wouldn't have time for that. You can't be careless about where you two are going at it. She was probably embarrassed as fuck. Meanwhile, you look like the cool guy."
Ni-ki confessed, "We didn't start having sex until a couple months ago and... she was my first time."
Jake's eyes widened, "Seriously?"
Ni-ki nodded, "Yeah. It was hers, too, but it was definitely mine. Y/N has always been someone special in my life, so I wanted to save myself for her."
Jake reluctantly asked, "Did you... do it right?"
Ni-ki groaned, "Again, we're talking about her also. I don't wanna embarrass her. I'm sure she'd be upset to know I was telling ya'll this."
Heeseung said, "What he means is, did you use protection?"
Ni-ki hesitated, "No hyung. But to be fair, it was kinda in the spur of the moment. It felt right to do it then. I've never even bought condoms before."
Heeseung exchanged a look with the hyungs. Sunghoon said, "Alright, we'll help you buy some and educate you on safe sex."
Sunoo added, "Because as much as you think you're grown, you still need to know some things about women's bodies and your own as well."
The talk was finally over. Ni-ki was so sick of them. But he understood it was from a place of love.
When he got over to your place, you were still in the shower. Ni-ki texted you he was on the bed, so you wouldn't scream when you saw him.
You get scared easily. It's one of the things he loves about you.
You walked out with nothing but a towel. "Hey, baby."
You crawled over, unwrapping your towel. Ni-ki can't resist you. His hands were on your waist in seconds. He was making out with you.
His hot mouth was against yours. You smelled like body wash and cocoa butter.
He licked your bottom lip before adjusting you to sit ontop of him.
You whispered, "Did Jake say anything?"
Ni-ki groaned, "Not now."
You mumbled, "I wanna know."
Ni-ki pulled out a plastic wrapper from his pocket. You inspected it, realizing it was a condom.
You pulled it out of his hand and asked, "What?"
Ni-ki sighed, "The boys had a sit-down talk about how we need to practice safe sex and how they don't want you pregnant."
You pouted, "Aw, that's cute. Was it mostly Jake talking?"
Ni-ki nodded, "Of course it was, baby."
You threw the contraceptive, "Ni-ki, I don't know if you know this, but if I got pregnant from you, it'd be the hottest thing you've ever done. Cum inside of me."
Ni-ki's boner shot up in an instant. He stuttered back, "I-inside?"
You nodded, hands pressed against his chest as he leaned back. "Inside of me."
Your lips connected, and Ni-ki relaxed. His head hit the pillow, and he was kneading your ass. The click of your lips echoed throughout the room.
You intensely humped into his crotch. His hands pressed hard against your hips, keeping you steady. His heat was coursing through your body.
Your breaths were shaky. You felt his hard boner rub against your clit through all those layers of clothes. "Riki." Your voice came out quietly.
Ni-ki pulled away from the kiss to look at you. "Hm?" Your hands were on his broad chest. It was solid muscle. Your eyes trailed along his white tank top. The way his biceps had veins popping out from the sheer force of his grip.
His shoulders were big. You looked at his pouty red lips. They were swollen already. Granted, you were biting at him like a maniac. He was just so hot.
He waited for you to say something. You moved over his boner by accident. A soft sound escaped his lips. It was so soft that your heart melted.
You liked how vulnerable it sounded. You were killing him.
You cupped his face, pressing another kiss to his face. Ni-ki said between the pecks, "What, kiss* do, kiss* you, kiss* want*?"
You looked at him, "I'm wet now. Like, right now."
Ri-ki hummed, feeling you start to ride his crotch again. He groaned when you pressed harder into his cock. He just wanted it to be free. He needed you now.
He finally flipped you over. Perking your ass up to his crotch. Your face was in the pillows. You grabbed a pillow and moaned into it.
He hadn’t even touched you, but you were so needy.
"So fucking needy. Fuck. You're so soft for me, hm? You like it when I control you?" You nodded, crying out, "I need you."
He leaned over and kissed your ear. "Yeah. I know, baby." He pulled down his pants and wasted no time pushing into your folds.
You both moaned.
Ni-ki hunched over, licking your ear. His hand dug underneath you to grab your tits.
His first thrust was rough. Hitting a spot you didn't expect so quickly made your legs quiver.
With every thrust was a huff from his chest. He sucked in a breath when you clenched around him.
Your eyes were squeezing shut as you gripped the pillow roughly. Ni-ki let his hand slip between yours and pressed it against the headboard.
His thrust got rougher, pressing harder into your ass. Skin slapping, wet sounds, your tits moving to his rough pace. It was slow, but rough. "Gah, Riki! Go faster."
He listened, pressing faster into your spot. Your hole is clenching so hard around him, making him moan out your name. "Y/N! Fuck. Keep doing that. I'm so close."
He growled as he pressed into your spot more. "I'm gonna--fuck! I'm gonna cum."
He pressed into your hole, and you started to shake uncontrollably.
He's never seen you respond this way.
He rode out your orgasm, suddenly feeling you squirt all over his leg. He slowed down in awe, watching the way you screamed.
He fucked into your cunt some more, leaking into your cunt.
He groaned, muscles tensing, as he came into your hole. "Fuck. I hope you don't get pregnant."
He pulled out, turning you around. "Because I wanna see you do that again."
You two went four more rounds. He never got tired of you squirting. The bed was soaked with sweat and your wetness. Ni-ki huffed, lying on the wet bed. He was looking at you. Your eyes were closed, your body relaxed. You were breathing rapidly.
He had just finished for the third time that night. He hummed, "We should shower, and then change the sheets."
You turned to look at him, "Yeah, we probably should."
He kissed your sweaty forehead. Your edges were curly and soft against his face. He smiled, letting his lips sit there for a moment. "I love you."
can you go a bangchan fic were reader goes to the club with her friends and comes home lateeeee and her phone is also dead so she hasn’t been able to receive chan’s calls. then they argue bc bang chan was worried and protective then they makeup again.
i love your fics btwww
TOO EASY
Tipsy
Chan x BlackReader
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Synopsis~ You came home tipsy, and Chan didn't know where you were. How does he react? How does he apologize?
Warnings~ SMUT, oral, kinda rough, dirty talk, sexual solutions
Word Count~ 1.4k
Part 1 __ Part 3 Part 4
You closed the door, stumbling into the house. You threw off your heels, leaning on the door so you won't stumble.
You heard footsteps walking toward the living room, and you looked up. Chan was standing there with his arms crossed, visibly upset. You put your foot down, smiling, "Hey, baby."
You took off your other shoe, and Chan spat, "Where the fuck were you all night?" You looked up, shocked at his tone.
It was even, but it was leaking with anger. You said, "I told you a week ago I was going out to celebrate Andy's birthday." Chan laughed. But, it wasn't a ‘hahah so funny’ laugh, it was the kind of laugh you give when you're about to start losing it.
The laugh you give someone when you're about to throw a punch. Just a small, snide laugh.
"Andy? The guy who's been trying to get at you since he first met you? The one who texted me back off when we were dating, and he didn't know? The guy who tried to convince you to get us to break up?"
You rolled your eyes, "Get over it, Chan! Andy is just protective, he's not in love with me." Chan said, "Protective? That's my job! Jesus! I called you like fourteen times, and you didn't fucking answer once. None of your friends were answering because it was so late. The fucking location was off because your phone was dead."
You yelled, "Chan, I don't need you down my throat! I'm a grown fucking woman."
Chan snapped, "Y/N! I don't give a fuck what you are! YOU'RE MY GOD DAMN GIRLFRIEND! YOU SHOULDN'T BE OUT WITH OTHER GUYS WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE. GETTING DRUNK AND GOING MIA FOR THE ENTIRE NIGHT. IT'S 1 AM, AND YOU'RE COMING BACK TIPSY."
You shrunk.
Chan never yells.
This hurt.
Your heart broke. You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Your bottom lip quivered. Your eyes were warm from hot tears streaming down your face.
Chan's face switched as soon as the first tear was shed.
"Mama."
You shook your head. You didn't want to hear him call you that right now.
Yeah, you talk a big game, but yelling is something you can't handle. "I'm sorry, Chan." You pushed past him to go to your shared bedroom. You headed for the shower, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
Now, you were just upset.
You cried in the shower, and were still crying while getting out of the shower.
You wiped your tears and tried to act quaint. Your eyes were still pouring with tears. Chan was sitting on the bed. He looked like he was anxiously fiddling with the pillow while waiting for you to come out.
He saw you and patted next to him.
When he saw you were still crying, he stood up and hugged you. You cried, "It's not fair that you get to get mad at me like that. I let you go out for months on end, not knowing who you're with or if you're safe all the time, and I don't yell at you."
Chan sighed, knowing you were kinda right. He goes on tour, and he knows it takes a lot of trust to be able to be far from you like that, and never wonder if he may be cheating.
He wasn't worried about you cheating; he was worried about your safety.
He kissed your cheek and said, "I don't mean to make you upset. I'm just terrified that you could be in danger. Yes, Andy is a friend of yours. But, I trust that YOU won't do anything. I don't have the same trust for him. Or the people around you. What if someone touches you, takes you, hurts you? I can't have that happening. I'm already on edge because of the car crash incident."
He gently touched your head, remembering you in the hospital for a severe concussion. It turned out to be a brain swelling.
He kissed your forehead. You hugged him, "I'm sorry that I worried you, but I'm not sorry about having fun. Andy was there, but so was Hannie and my girlfriends, and all of Andy's friends, and some of your friends."
You said, "And you know how protective Han is of me."
Chan laughed, "I do. He doesn't even protect Jeongin that much."
You cupped his cheek, "Don't yell at me like that again, okay?"
He sighed, "I won't. I'm sorry, baby."
He pressed a kiss into your lips, then another one, then another.
Your hand slipped over his face, pulling him closer.
He hugged your body even closer.
Now his tongue was tangling with yours.
You hummed, feeling him pick you up. He smiled into his kisses as he sat you on his lap. You were a giggling mess. So, Chan pulled away to look at you.
He followed your eyes. You were focused on his chest the entire time.
Your hands traced over his broad chest. He huffed a laugh through his nose. "You like what you feel, yeah?"
You groaned, pushing him onto the bed.
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so you didn't answer.
He grabbed your hips. You bit your bottom lip, rolling your hips into his crotch. He groaned, "Fuck, don't tease me, baby."
You smiled.
His stupid husky Australian accent always turned you on.
Chan quietly shuddered against you. You could feel him hardening slowly. Between all the layers of clothing, you could still feel his heat.
You leaned back over, kissing his lips.
Chan had both of his veiny hands on your ass. He squeezed your ass and made you hump into his crotch.
His hips jerked into you as he kissed you back passionately.
"Baby..." You uttered between kisses. Chan just looked at you. "We're doing this."
You pulled away to unzip his jeans. His big dick rises out of his boxers in seconds. Your heart raced with anticipation. You were ready to feel good.
Channie grabbed both your thighs and flipped you over.
He yanked your shorts off and said, "Before I get to taste you? You're crazy."
He kissed down your belly, gentle as usual.
His finger slipped right in. You balled up his hair into your fist as you jerked your hips into his face.
He was so hot. He felt so fucking good.
You reached your climax in seconds. His tongue was precise, fingers hitting your weak spot. You couldn't say no to him.
When he pulled away, he licked his lips. His eyes were low. He pulled him in again to get another kiss. Your hand slid under his shirt, feeling his abs.
"Y/N?"
You hummed a moan. He kissed your neck, "Slow down." You shook your head, "I want you now."
He took his shirt off, as well as yours.
He pulled down his pants and sank into your hole. Chan asked, "Is that what you want? Huh? Wanna fill up on this cock."
You cried out, "YES!"
He fucked into you. He didn't even give you time to collect yourself.
His eyes were full of this hunger you couldn't describe.
His thrusts were aggressive as he grunted with every stroke. "You like that?" You moaned out a yes.
Your pussy clenched around him, and Chan dove his head back.
You were close. He knew that. He knows his baby like the back of his hand.
He was close too.
Any moment now, he was gonna-
"Fuck!"
He pulled out, cumming all over your shaky body.
You were gasping for air. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and Chan watched with satisfaction. The best part of sex is watching you finish.
He was panting, sweat glistening on his hard chest.
He lay next to you and said, "Welp. I'll clean up."
He can't help himself. He went to the closet to grab you some new sheets. He asked, "Want me to run a bath and massage you?"
You hummed, "That would sound great, baby."
He kissed your cheek, walking past you. He was heading for the bathroom now.
He smiled at you one last time before saying, "Hey, I love you. And... I'm sorry for being an asshole earlier."
You smiled at him back, "I love you too, Channie. And, you're forgiven. You were only stressed."
He smiled, "Hm, now, get your sexy ass in this tub before we have to change the sheets again."
