synopsis: yunho gets drunk off his ass and confesses his feelings to yeosang.
pairing: kang yeosang x jeong yunho
wc: 911
genre + cw: drabble, fluff!, attempt at humor, alternate universe, college/university, drunk confessions, love confessions, yunho is shit faced, minor park! seonghwa, jeong yunho is whipped, poor yeosang, I couldn't stop imagining loser yunho
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
What was supposed to be a small, casual get-together among Yunho and his friends quickly turned into something bigger than what heâd expected the moment he walked through the door.Â
Kang Yeosang.
The boy Yunho had spent many nights dreaming of having. He had conjured several intricate stories about them in his mind; him and Yeosang cuddling under his duvet with Yeosang nuzzled into the crook of his neck, seeking out his warmth, as Yunho inhaled the delicious scent of vanilla and cinnamon sugar that always lingered on every inch of Yeosang, or him walking Yeosang to class every day, even if it meant heâd have to haul ass to the other side of campus. He wanted Yeosang, and there was no doubt in his mind that he would do anything for him.
One shotâŚTwo shotsâŚThreeâŚFourâŚYunho had honestly lost count of how many shots heâd taken since he walked through the door. The small sips of liquid courage he took earlier turned into him downing several shots and unknown concoctions that his friends gave him, in hopes that it would help settle his nerves so he could finally gain the courage he needed to confess his feelings to Yeosang.
From across the dimly lit room, he could see Yeosang chatting with their friend Seonghwa. Seonghwa talked animatedly, his hands and facial expressions emphasizing whatever they were discussing. Yunho felt himself staggering over to them before he could register what he was doing. The room spun with every step. Everything around him became distorted; the rambunctious game of beer pong happening in the middle of the room merely muffled background noise to him.
Once Yunho made it to the couch that Yeosang and Seonghwa sat on, he plopped down haphazardly, barely able to hold himself up.
âWhoa, Yunho, you okay?â Seonghwa questioned, immediately concerned. It wasnât like Yunho to lose control of his alcohol, no matter what they were doing.
â âM fine,â Yunho slurred, brushing off Seonghwaâs words. His eyes were steadily locked on Yeosang, who looked equally concerned.
âAre you sure? Because-â
âShhhh.â Yunho brought his finger up to Seonghwa's lips, stopping him from talking. Seonghwa's eyes widened, but he didnât push back, only removing Yunho's finger from his face. Yunhoâs arm dropped heavily back into his lap as if it were boneless; Yunhoâs lack of control was glaringly obvious to both men.
âYunho, you need some water,â Yeosang finally said, eyebrows furrowed at his drunk friends.
âNu uh.â Yunho shook his head, sinking into the flimsy couch. His body looked as if it were going to fold in on itself, the weird angle uncomfortable to watch.
âI n- I need you,â Yunho hiccuped, pointing an unsteady finger at Yeosang.
Yeosangâs eyes widened, and he looked at Seonghwa, who only shrugged, standing up from the couch.
âIâm gonna get him some water,â he said, before quickly walking away, wanting no part in whatever Yunho was about to say next.
âYunho, youâre drunk,â Yeosang deadpanned. He reached out, trying his best to straighten Yunho up, but his body was almost like dead weight under his grasp.
âNeed you...wan-wanna be with you.â
Despite Yunhoâs words being slurred, Yeosang understood everything he was saying. He was a bit taken aback by the drunken confession, not knowing whether to chalk it up to the liquor or take Yunho seriously. After all, they did say drunk words were sober thoughts.
Yeosang tried his best to placate Yunho, not wanting to make Yunho upset.âWeâll talk about this when youâre less drunk. Just relax until Seonghwa hyung comes back.â
âYou donâ You donât like me,â Yunho huffed, trying but failing to fold his arms across his chest.
Yeosangâs eyes widened once again, flustered by Yunho's accusations. â Wait, no! I do itâs just-â
Yunho gazed up at him, his glossy and unfocused eyes twinkling under the LED lights. âSo you do like me!â he practically screamed, his loud voice attracting the attention of a few people around them.
Yeosang face-palmed himself, knowing his words were creating an even bigger mess that he wouldnât be able to talk himself out of, especially not with alcohol in his system. Before he could respond, Yunho lurched forward, vomit spilling out of his mouth like a faucet. Everyone in the living room turned around, wrinkling their nose in disgust as the substance spread across the floor.
âPartyâs over!â someone yelled, followed by groans of displeasure.
When Seonghwa finally came back into the living room, a glass of water in hand, he stopped at the sight of Yunho projectile vomiting on the floor. Rushing over towards the duo, he put the water down and quickly went into action.
âWoo has a spare room upstairs. We can put him up there for the night.â His words didnât even register to Yeosang, who was staring in horror at Yunhoâs now slumped-over body.Â
âYeo!â Seonghwa called, waving his hands, catching Yeosangâs attention.
âIâm sorry. What did you say?â
âI need your help getting this drunk upstairs.â Seonghwa walked on the opposite side of the couch, slinging Yunhoâs arm around his shoulder and hoisting him up until he was standing.
Yeosang wrapped his arms tightly around Yunhoâs torso, helping Seonghwa maneuver Yunho around the puddle of throw up and towards the stairs.
As Seonghwa and Yeosang basically carried Yunhoâs limp form up the stairs, Yunhoâs head lolled from side to side as he repeatedly sang, âSangie likes meeee,â with a dopey smile spread across his face.
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synopsis: jongho is in need of a stress reliever and yeosang is happy to be that for him.
pairing: kang yeosang x choi jongho
wc: 835
genre + cw: drabble, smut!, established jongsang, top choi jongho, bottom kang yeosang, anal! sex, doggy style, stress relief, brief mention of aftercare, cuddling,
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
nsfw content below. 18+ - mdni
The last few weeks of promotion were always stressful for Ateez. Everyone wanted to put on their best performance, giving their all as if it were their last time. They were currently performing on M Countdown, and it was obvious everyone was exhausted.
Yeosang noticed after their first recording that Jongho was growing increasingly irritable. He was short with everyone. He isolated himself in the corner, mumbling curse words under his breath at the slightest disturbance. Yeosang had grown worried for his boyfriend. He knew comebacks weighed heavily on Jonghoâs shoulders, not just because of the company but also because of the standards heâd set for himself.
He desperately wanted to ease his stress when they were finished for the dayâŚ
Thatâs how he found himself on all fours in the middle of Jonghoâs bed, his boyfriend railing into him with no pause. When they made it into the confines of their dorm room, Jongho pounced on him without hesitation, locking Wooyoung out in the process. He didnât waste a second, stripping them both bare and putting Yeosang in the position he loved the most.
The sounds of their fucking quickly filled the entire room. The headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall, and the mattress below creaked from Jonghoâs relentless pace. Each time his hips connected with the round of Yeosangâs ass, the sound of skin on skin reverberated through the confined space. There was no chance that their actions would go unnoticed by their members.
With each snap of Jonghoâs hips, Yeosangâs body jerked forward, the force causing his arms to tremble below him, trying to hold himself upright. His head spun with pleasure from Jonghoâs rough treatment, a rare occurrence in their sex life. His usually gentle lover wasnât letting up on him, a testament to his built-up stress. Yeosang felt his own body slowly turning to putty. He didnât realize how much he needed this himself, how desperately he needed to let go and let Jongho use him however he pleased.
Jonghoâs palm pressed on the small of his back, easing Yeosang down until his face was pressed against the sheet below them. Yeosangâs arch became even deeper, the new angle pushing Jonghoâs cock further inside of him, hitting all the right places that Yeosang loved.Â
âStay just like this. Donât you move an inch,â Jongho growled, giving his ass a light spank. Yeosang shivered, trying his best to hold the position as Jongho wanted.Â
They moaned in unison, once Jongho began rocking his hips again, his strokes long and steady. Yeosang mewled, toes curling with pleasure, as the tip of Jonghoâs cock reached deeper inside of him with each thrust, grazing over his sweet spot. He clutched on to the sheets, knuckles turning white from how tightly he was holding on.
âYes, right there!â He moaned when Jongho began to speed up, sending Yeosang into a spiral. Jongho held his hips in a vice grip, the pressure strong enough to leave bruises for the next few weeks.
âPlease donât stop,â Yeosang panted, hands reaching down to stroke his aching cock.Â
Jongho groaned when Yeosang clenched around his length, prompting him to fuck Yeosang even harder. He pressed Yeosang's head deeper into the mattresses, pounding into him with need.Â
âIâm so fucking close,â Jongho groaned. His thrusts were turning sloppy despite his continued, relentless movements. Yeosang whined, feeling his core tighten with need. He fucked himself back on Jonghoâs dick, movements erratic, desperation driving him closer to his own peak. âPlease, Jjongie!â
Jongho moaned out loud, and after a few more pointed strokes, his cock began jerking wildly, spilling deep inside of Yeosang. Spurts of Yeosangâs cum decorated the sheets as he came undone on a guttural moan shortly after, his entire body spasming with the force. Jongho slowed down as he filled Yeosang up to the brim with his cum.Â
Once theyâd both calmed down, Jongho carefully pulled out, hissing at the wet slide against his sensitive cock. He gently peppered kisses on Yeosangâs damp skin, following the curve of his back up to his neck, each kiss coaxing Yeosang to further relax.
Jongho walked away to grab wipes and came back to clean off the cum leaking out of Yeosangâs hole, making sure to be gentle against his sensitive skin.
Once he finished cleaning them both up, he carried Yeosang over to his bed, laying him down gently on the clean sheets. He crawled in behind Yeosang, pulling his limp form closer until they were cuddling. âWas I too rough?â Jongho questioned, a hint of worry evident in his voice.
âNo, it was perfect,â Yeosang sighed contentedly, curling into Jonghoâs chest, a satisfied smile spread across his face. Jongho placed a tender kiss on the crown of Yeosangâs head, rubbing light patterns on the small of his back.
Before they could drift off to sleep, a harsh knock sounded at the door. âAre you two done yet?â Wooyoung screeched. âLet me in. I want to sleep in my own bed!â
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â synopsis: after a snowstorm leaves you stranded in Seoul, you are forced to spend Christmas with your roommate, Yunho, and things quickly get heated!
â pairing:Â jeong yunho x fem! reader
â wc:Â 3.1k
â genre + cw:Â smut!, very little fluff, porn little plot, roommates, gift giving, dry humping, big dick! yunho, oral (f), vaginal! fingering, cum eating, finger sucking (yunho), rough sex, multiple orgasms, protected sex, pet names (baby), confessions
a/n: for nel <3 thank you for the request I hope you enjoy!
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
For the last two days, you had been stuck in Seoul after a snowstorm unceremoniously decided to show its face the day you were set to fly back home. To say you were devastated was an understatement. Itâs been years since you last saw your family in person, let alone for a holiday. You were highly anticipating stepping foot back into your childhood home, spending Christmas in the warmth of your grandmother's home, and catching up with your relatives. Instead, you would be spending Christmas with your hot roommate, Jeong Yunho.
Since the snowstorm left you both stranded inside your shared apartment, you and Yunho forged an unspoken routine over the past two days. Starting the day by making breakfast together, sharing innocent touches that could easily be brushed off as accidents, laughing at whatever came to mind as you both ate at your dining table. The rest of the day would be spent gaming, something you quickly realized you had a talent for, or doing your own thing while in the same space. At night, you always came together to watch old Christmas movies in your living room.
From the time spent, it was apparent there was some kind of tension between you two, and you couldnât deny that, for a while, youâd developed a crush on Yunho. After each touch, your mind ran wild on how it would feel to have his hands caress the expanse of your body, to have him undress you either with frantic need or with the patience of a saint, taking his time to etch out every curve of your body. You didnât miss the way his eyes would flit down to your lips as you spoke, or linger a little too long on your ass when you just so happen to turn around or bend to get something from the fridge. It was hard to ignore, and a part of you was starting to feel bold.
It was nighttime, and you and Yunho were currently watching A Christmas Story. You sat snugly in the middle of your shared couch, wrapped warmly in a blanket, with Yunho sitting just a few feet away in the corner. The day had passed relatively smoothly. Yunho had woken you up with a surprise breakfast. The table had been set with various Korean dishes that he said his mom always made for Christmas. You had enjoyed every last dish heâd made, never failing to make your satisfaction be known. After breakfast, youâd both lazed around the living room like every other day.
You felt his eyes staring holes into the side of your head. For the past few minutes, Yunho had been shifting in his spot, the restless energy starting to rub off on you.
You hear him clear his throat before he finally speaks up, âUhh, y/n.â His voice came out shaky, his nervousness hard to ignore.
You turn towards him, humming in acknowledgement. Instead of saying anything, he holds out a small box in the palm of his hand. âFor you,â he whispers.
Your eyes go wide in shock.â M-me?â you stutter, barely processing what is happening. You quickly pause the movie, eyes shifting from the present in his hand to his face, trying to decipher if this was all a prank or not. The sides of Yunhoâs lips curve into a shy smile. âYes, for you.â
Timidly, you scoot closer to him, taking the small box from his hand. The gift was perfectly wrapped in red and gold wrapping paper, topped with a golden bow. Ripping at the wrapping paper, a blue velvet box embroidered in gold lettering was revealed. You gasp, immediately recognizing the brand name as your favorite jewelry shop that youâd frequented on several occasions. You open the box, revealing a golden sun and moon pendant necklace.
âYunhoâŚâ You look up at him, eyes blown even wider. âYou didnât hav-â
âI wanted to,â he quickly cuts you off. âI saw it and decided to get it on a whim.â
You donât know what took over you, but without a second thought, you tackle him into a hug, thanking him and conveying your gratitude for the gift. You werenât expecting anything, at least not from Yunho, and you couldnât lie and say it didnât tug at your heartstrings to be thought of in this way. You didnât know he paid that much attention to you in the small moments when you talked, but his gift proved otherwise. Yunho wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you back, giving you a tight squeeze. You stay in his embrace, relishing in the warmth his body radiates.
When you pull away, you feel the shift, the moment when the warm air between you two becomes thick and hot with tension. The tension youâd both been not-so-carefully building over the past two days was spilling out at that moment. Your eyes bore into his, his coffee-brown orbs locking heavily onto yours. Your breath quickened, seeing pure desire swirling behind Yunhoâs eyes, and you knew yours reflected the same intent. Before you could make a move, he leans in first.Â
Plush lips brush against yours, the action tentative, giving you every opportunity to pull away. To shut everything down before it was too late and went too far. Instead, you tug Yunho closer by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips together in a searing kiss. Your body buzzes as you both hungrily devour each other, every uncoordinated action coaxing muffled moans out of you. You move to straddle his lap, never once breaking apart. The outline of his bulge ghosts across your pussy, the clothes you wore doing little to hide his growing arousal.
You break from the kiss, forehead pressing firmly against his, as your harsh breaths intertwine, both of you trying to catch your breath. The cloudy haze you felt building rendered your brain into complete mush, all sense of logic thrown out the window from just a kiss. You grind your hips down over his bulge, earning a loud hiss from Yunho. His hand shot up, tightly holding on to your hips.
âUnless you want to get fucked through this couch, I suggest you stop,â he growls, digging his fingers painfully deeper into your supple skin.
âIs that a threat or a promise?â You challenge, smirking under his intense gaze.Â
 âItâs whatever you want it to be.â You moan from his words, grinding down even harder onto his cock.
âPromise me youâll fuck me really good then.â Those words were enough to push Yunho into action. He flips you over, pinning you flush against the cushion of the couch. His large hands encompass your wrist over your head, leaving you immobilized. He grounds his dick against your core, earning a whiny moan from you. In a blur, your pajama pants were off, revealing the red lace panties you wore underneath. A growl rumbles low in Yunhoâs chest.
âFuck-â he whispers, staring intently at your panties. Letting go of one of your wrists, his fingers gingerly skate down the expanse of your body. Ghosting down your neck, over the curve of your breast, caressing your hip with light touches while playing with the waistband of the thin lace. You let out a shaky breath; each touch sent shock waves to your clit. You lift your hips, desperate to feel some sort of friction, hoping it would encourage Yunho to touch you where you needed it the most. Instead, his hand grips your hips, firmly pinning you down again.
âDonât move.â His finger curls around your waistband, ripping your panties off in one swift movement. âOh my god!â you squeal, staring up at Yunho in disbelief. You didnât know whether to be mad that heâd ripped your brand-new panties or turned on by his actions.
Yunho let go of your arm, moving down until he was positioned between your legs. He grips your thighs and spreads your legs open until you are on full display for him. He licks at his lips, eyeing your already wet folds as they glisten under the golden hues from the fairy lights hung around the living room. âGod, youâre already so fucking wet,â he groans.Â
He places gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, lightly nipping at the skin every so often, coaxing small moans and whines out of you. You could feel your pussy beginning to throb even more, already anticipating the moment his tongue touched your core. The closer he got to your pussy, his warm breath fanning over your folds, his lips quickly moved past where you wanted him the most, instead showing the same attentiveness to your other thigh. Frustration slowly began to build the longer he took to relieve the incessant ache forming in the pit of your stomach.
âYunho, I want-â Before you could finish your complaint, his tongue rolled out, giving a small kitten lick to your clit. Yunho smirks when he hears you release a choked moan. He flattens his tongue, licking a trail from your hole to your clit, lapping up your juices. Your hands reach out, threading through his hair, and gripping tightly at his roots as his tongue continues to flick over your clit.Â
âYou feel so good,â you moan, earning a muffled groan from Yunho, who was feverishly eating your pussy. His mouth closes around your clit, sucking at the sensitive bud, eyes peering up at you, gauging your reaction. You lock eyes with Yunho, eyes glossed over with pleasure, watching him suck greedily on your clit. You wanted more. You needed more.
âMore. Please,â you whine, feeling your orgasm slowly start to peak from the thought, the heat in your stomach bubbling like lava in an active volcano. Yunhoâs finger circles your entrance, letting your juices coat his long fingers. He inserts his digit inside of you, slowly pumping the finger in and out of your pussy, working you open.Â
âFuck yes,â you hiss, feeling your legs begin to tremble when he quickly adds another, the stretch searing but satisfying. They curl in and out of you in search of your sweet spot while his tongue continues to circle your clit. You gasp when the pads of his finger graze over the sensitive spot, your grip in his hair tightening. His fingers dance on your sweet spot, coaxing the heat within your stomach to rise with each plunge.
âI-Iâm gonna-â The sound of your slick fills your ears, the faster he works his fingers. The familiar tension rips through as you reach your peak, your pussy spasming around his fingers as he continues, helping you ride out your orgasm. âYou taste so fucking good,â Yunho groans once he pulls away, inserting his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. He maintains eye contact as he sucks his fingers clean, the erotic visual making you squirm under his heated gaze.
Yunho stands from the couch, scurrying off to his room. You lay there waiting for him to return, still trying to catch your breath. You couldnât believe that you were about to fuck your roommate. A moment youâd fantasized about coming true in that very moment. When Yunho returns, condom in hand, he briskly removes his pants and briefs in one go. His cock, long and heavy, hangs between his legs, the tip already leaking precum.
You bite at your bottom lip, already imagining being stuffed full with his cock, feeling the veins that bulge out along his shaft grazing your walls with each thrust as he pounds into your pussy without pause.
âYou like what you see?â Yunho questions. You pull your eyes away from his dick, looking up to see a sly smirk spread across his face. You scoff, feigning unphased despite your mouth watering at the mere thought of it.âJust because your dick is big doesn't mean you know what to do with it.â
Yunho raises his eyebrows in amusement, ripping open the foil packet with his teeth, before sliding the condom around his length. âI can show you better than I can tell you.â He kneels on the couch, finding his way back in between your spread legs. He rubs the head of his cock at your entrance before sliding in. You moan out, feeling his cock push further into you, inch by inch at an achingly slow speed. The stretch was intense, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, that had your toes curling. âKiss me,â you breathe out, needing a distraction and wanting to feel Yunho swallow you whole.
Towering over your splayed out form, Yunho props onto his elbows, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. The kiss this time was different, not frantic and uncoordinated like before. It was as if Yunho was staking his claim over you. The way his lips lapped at yours, intentionally swallowing every whine and moan you let out, the further his cock pressed into you.
You both gasp once he finally bottoms out, Yunho whispering a slew of curse words against your lips, feeling your heat squeeze around him. âFuckkk,â he groans, thrusting in and out of your pussy achingly slow, trying to help you adjust to his size. The more he moves, the more you feel your pussy greedily suck him back in. Yunho finds his rhythm, pulling out halfway only to slam back in, abruptly knocking the breath from your lungs. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan when you feel the head of his cock brush against the sensitive bud. As if already knowing Yunho increases his speed, roughly fucking inside of you. You finally moan, the noise guttural and all out feral as you drown in the pleasure he was giving you.
âRight there! Fuck yes, right there!â you cry out, your hands scramble to find purchase, digging into his back to keep yourself steady. His hips snap forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing in with your pitchy moans. The pleasure was dizzying, rapidly becoming overwhelming in the best way. You wrap your legs around Yunhoâs waist, pulling him flush against you, the action pushing his cock impossibly deeper into your pussy. You cling to him, nails digging down the expanse of his back, sure to leave marks.
âYouâre squeezing around me so fucking tight,â Yunho groans, picking up his pace. The way he plowed into your pussy had you seeing stars, mindlessly babbling about how good he fucked you and how full you felt. Yunho soaked in every word, using your chants as stamina to fuck you even faster.
The familiar heat began to build in your stomach again, as he continued to pound into your sopping cunt. Your pussy fluttered around his dick, earning the most sexy moans youâd ever heard. âFuck y/n, Iâm so close.â He buries his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your sweat-slicked skin. The constant pace he kept up gradually turned into erratic and sloppy thrusts as Yunho chased his release.
âYu-Yunho, Iâm gonna cum,â your eyes squeeze, trying your hardest to hold back. You didnât want the moment to end any time soon. The way Yunho fucked you was bound to have you weak in the knees, feigning for more just from the mere thought of him.
âCum for me, baby,â he moans.Â
After a few more pointed thrusts, your release washes over, your entire body spasming and shaking uncontrollably. You cry out his name, the sound prompting Yunhoâs own orgasm to follow quickly after yours, his cock twitching wildly inside your pussy as spurts of his cum fill the condom. He continues to fuck into you, helping both of you ride your orgasm out until you are completely satiated.Â
He fully collapses on top of you, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of your neck. Small butterfly kisses are peppered along the column of your neck. Each kiss coaxes your body to come down from its high, until your breaths even out back to normal. Once you both calm down, Yunho slowly pulls out of you; the drag is uncomfortable now that youâre settled. He stands up, sliding the soiled condom off his softening dick.
âStay there,â he says, walking away towards his room. You lay there still trying to wrap your head around everything that just took place. One moment you were both watching a movie, the next heâs giving you a Christmas present, and then heâs fucking you into the couch. If you had a solid piece of mind, you would be beating yourself up, trying to find a way to minimize the severity of your actions, but the post sex brain couldnât find any faults; if anything, a sense of relief washes over you, and not a single regret could be found.
Yunho walks back in, dressed in a new set of pajamas, with a towel in hand and extra clothes slung over his shoulders. He kneels on the side of the couch, carefully wiping the damp towel over your sensitive folds. You let him clean you up, only thanking him, not fully knowing what else to say or if you should speak at all about what happened. He removes your pajama shirt and dresses you in his own shirt, the long-sleeve falling to your mid-thigh.
Yunho clears his throat, finally making eye contact with you. âI know the order of this may be completely all over the place, but after everything that just happened, it just feels right to say.â He takes your hand into his, giving it a slight squeeze, âI like you y/n. And no, Iâm not saying that because we just had sex. I truly mean it. Iâve liked you for quite some time now, but never knew how to say it. I didnât think you would feel the same, and didnât want things to become awkward between us if I did speak up, and you didnât feel the sameâŚâ Yunho continues to ramble nervously, going on and on about his worries. You canât help but smile at how cute and thoughtful he is. You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, stopping him from overthinking.
âI like you too, Yunho.â His eyes widened, mouth curling into a big, dopey smile. He leans back in, hands curling around the nape of your neck as his lips reclaim yours in a heated kiss. Relief blooms in your chest, allowing you to relax into the kiss. When you pull apart, you both canât help the cheesy grin that forms, content sighs falling past your lips.
âI should definitely take you on a proper date before we make this official,â Yunho chuckles, earning a laugh from you.
Yunho quickly settles onto the couch behind you, pulling you into his chest. You nuzzle against him, making yourself comfortable in his arms as he presses play, prompting the movie to start again. You would say that despite the unfortunate events, this Christmas turned out to be a sex-cess.
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synopsis: In the Kim pack, Christmas was a holiday they spent wrapped in one another, exchanging gifts, and watching their favorite Christmas movies well into the night.
This year would be a bit differentâŚnow that theyâre parents.
pairing: kang yeosang x everyone
wc: 4.4k
genre + cw: fluff, alternate universe, a/b/o, pack dynamics, family dynamics, ateez ensemble, polyamorous ateez, mention of mpreg, kang! yeosang-centric, ateez have a daughter, family bonding, family fluff, past! trauma, light angst, emotional hurt/ comfort, happy ending, yeosang needs a hug, Christmas special, birthday cake, birthday celebration, omega! kang yeosang, omega! park seonghwa, omega! jung wooyoung, alpha! kim hongjoong, alpha! jeong yunho, alpha! choi san, beta song mingi, alpha! choi jongho, subgenders! arenât emphasized!!
a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!đđ
part 4/4 of 8tzember
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, decorating the ground with inches of fluffy white snow. The neighborhood had quickly turned into a winter wonderland overnight, just in time to give Seoul the true essence of Christmas.
In the Kim pack, Christmas was a holiday where they came together to share gifts, hand-picked with love and care for one another, where they would cook a big feast of their favorite traditional foods, and cuddle up together in their nest, spending the day watching classic Christmas movies and drinking Wooyoungâs famous hot chocolate.
This year would be a bit different, thoughâŚ
Just one year ago, a Christmas miracle happenedâthe birth of their beautiful baby girl, Saeyoung.
Yeosang was the first omega within their pack to become pregnant, even though he wasnât the Luna. The news was a shock to everyone, especially Yeosang, whoâd never thought of becoming a mother so early. His pregnancy was filled with his own uncertainties, setbacks that affected the entire pack, and countless nights where Yeosang cried into the chest of his packmates due to the responsibility he felt he carried. On Christmas morning, when he awoke in a pool of his own amniotic fluid, he freaked out. There was no mistaking that he was going into labor, but it was too early for him to give birth. He still had over a month left until he was considered full term. Nevertheless, after hours of grueling labor, the Kim Pack welcomed their bundle of joy into the world that Christmas night.
Yeosang stretched as best he could with seven warm bodies surrounding him. He rubbed at his eyes, trying his hardest to wake up. The night before was rough. With Saeyoung clinging to him, fighting her sleep for hours, and also having to wrap the last bit of presents heâd gotten her and his lovers, he didnât get to sleep until late that night.
The arm wrapped snugly around his waist tightened slightly with his movements. âGood morning, Merry Christmas,â San rasped in his ear.
Turning slightly in his arms, Yeosang placed a warm kiss on his forehead, rasping his own response, âMerry Christmas, Sannie.â
Like clockwork, the rest of the pack rasped their own slews of good mornings and Merry Christmases, making Yeosang giggle. It was as if they all had some kind of radar that went off in their minds to signal when one of their mates had woken up. When one woke up, everyone woke up, the action becoming more fluid once Saeyoung arrived.
âIt would be nice to lie here all day, but we have a few things to do,â Seonghwa spoke up.
Yeosang turned, watching him struggle to remove Mingiâs legs and Wooyoungâs arms from on top of him, huffing at them to get up. Yeosang followed suit, or at least tried to, as San's arms tightened around him, holding him hostage.
âRest more.â Yeosang went to protest, but was quickly shut down by Hongjoong. âYou stayed up too late. Let us take care of things right now.â On cue, Yeosang yawned, not helping his case one bit. Giving up, he slumped into Sanâs chest, sinking back into the comfort of their mattress.
One by one, his lovers dragged themselves out of bed, each placing a gentle kiss on some part of his body before walking out, leaving him to his own devices. For several minutes, Yeosang fought his sleep, listening for Saeyoungâs cries, which never came. Eventually, he drifted back to sleep, lulled by the silence and comfort of the warm bed.
***
When he woke again, the delicious smell of seaweed soup filled his nostrils. He felt more rested than before and was ready to help where needed.
Rolling out of bed, Yeosang quickly made his way to their en-suite bathroom, going through his morning routine like usual. The reindeer onesie Yunho brought them â something he insisted would make sense on Christmasâ hung in the connected closet. Slipping into the set, the soft fabric fitted loosely on his frame. He looked over himself one last time in the mirror, combing through his ebony locks until he was satisfied.
In the living room, his lovers were scattered all over the place. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were in the kitchen prepping the last few dishes they didnât finish the night before. Some foods sat in fancy serving dishes on the counter, ready to be eaten. Yunho and Mingi were hanging a birthday banner amongst their array of Christmas decorations, bickering â nothing new for the two â over how high it should be placed. San crouched on the floor, moving presents wherever Hongjoong directed him. The only one missing from the bunch was Jongho.
Before he could ask, Jongho walked in shortly after, with Saeyoung hoisted on his hip. She was still dressed in her pajamas from the night before, and her fluffy, jet-black curls â that resembled Yeosangâs grandmotherâs â were wild, sticking every which way.
âSomeone was a sleepy head today,â Jongho chuckled, bouncing her a little, the movement causing her to smile, the four teeth she had on display.
On a normal day, Saeyoung wouldâve been awake just as the sun was starting to peak, but with the late night she had, Yeosang expected her to sleep at most an hour more. The minute she saw Yeosang, her eyes widened, her gummy smile beaming even brighter.
âMa-ma,â she babbled, reaching out for Yeosang.
Jongho walked closer to Yeosang, handing her off to him with ease. She latched onto him, looking up at him as if he hung the stars. Her honey-brown eyes sparkled as she began babbling, any signs of sleep long gone.
 âHappy Birthday, Saeyoung-ah.â Yeosang placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head, holding her close to his chest.
A surge of love swelled in his heart. Their baby was growing up. It was only a year ago that she was born. The bittersweet moment, one neither he nor his pack would ever forget. The hospital room that shouldâve been filled with her shrill cries was silent aside from the machines and his panicked mateâs voice. The nurses rushed her out of the room before he could see her, let alone hold her. Everyone was a wreck that day, worrying not only for their baby but also for Yeosang, whoâd lost a substantial amount of blood after birth. Many things were uncertain and just plain scary.Â
Wooyoung came up from behind him, tapping lightly on his shoulder, shocking him out of his thoughts. He turned around, being met with Wooyoungâs puzzled face.
âHey,â Wooyoung spoke, pushing a few strands of hair away from Yeosangâs face. "Is everything okay? I was calling you, but you werenât answering?âÂ
Yeosang only nodded, forcing a smile. âIâm sorry, I didnât hear you.â
Wooyoungâs eyebrows furrowed, but he didnât push any further, and Yeosang was grateful for that. Saeyoung squealed, wriggling around in his arms, trying to get to Wooyoung.
âI can take her for a while and get her ready for the day,â Wooyoung said, gently taking Saeyoung from Yeosang. He didnât want to let her go, but he also didnât want to cause her any distress. She was sensitive like him, and when upset, it was hard to console her. âHwa is looking for you, too.â After leaving a chaste kiss on his lips, Wooyoung walked away.
Yeosang stood there for a bit, looking around, grateful that none of his other mates noticed him. He knew it would be met with actions and questions he didnât want at the moment. The day was about Saeyoung and their family. Everyone was here putting in work to make this the best Christmas and birthday celebration. There was nothing more he could ask for.
In the kitchen, he found Seonghwa working a hefty serving of Japchae, his gloved hands thoroughly mixing the vegetables, eggs, and beef into the starch noodles. Yeosangâs mouth watered at the nutty aroma standing out amongst the smell of other dishes, making his stomach grumble. The sound pulled Seonghwa away from his task, his face immediately lighting up when he sees itâs Yeosang.
âMy Sangie. I was looking for you,â Seonghwa beamed, removing the gloves from his hands. He placed the metal bowl off to the side, most likely to allow the Japchae to cool down in time for breakfast.
Seonghwa shuffled around the kitchen searching through their pantry, âAre you ready to make the cake?â He pulled out a container of flour and sugar, pulling out the ingredients they needed for the cake.
Yeosang nodded, following his lead, collecting the wet ingredients from the fridge. Since it was Saeyoungâs first birthday, they opted to change their usual tradition of making Christmas cookies to just a birthday cake for this year. After much deliberation, everyone agreed to a traditional vanilla cake, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much at once. Yeosangâs only request was that he get to help make the cake with Seonghwa. It would be Saeyoungâs first time trying anything sweet in her life, and he wanted to make sure it was extra special.
Before they started, they premeasured the ingredients to make the process run smoothly, not wanting to mess anything up or take up too much time. With one last read over the recipe, the rest came with ease. Cake flour, salt, baking powder, and baking soda were mixed until all clumps were removed. Yeosang allowed Seonghwa to take on the more difficult tasks, watching him mix the wet ingredients with ease, something he knew he would mess up without even trying. Under Seonghwaâs guidance, Yeosang whisked the wet ingredients and dry ingredients on low until all lumps were gone. The batter itself looked delicious, specks of vanilla bean combined with the comforting scent of vanilla, tempted Yeosang to have just a little taste. His finger swiped at the side of the bowl, humming in satisfaction once the rich vanilla coated his tongue. That was by far the best cake batter heâd ever tasted. He could only imagine how rich the flavors would get once baked.
âYummy?â Seonghwa questioned, sitting out four round cake tins. Two smaller ones for Sayoungâs personal cake and two bigger ones so the pack could have some too.
âSo yummy! I know Saeyoung will love it!â
When the cakes were placed in the oven and left to bake, Yeosang found himself tackling Seonghwa in a tight hug. A surge of excitement and happiness flowed through him. Without Seonghwa, Yeosang didnât think he wouldâve been able to pull this off. Their pack, Luna, was everything to him. He was always at his side, always ready to help and guide him without a complaint. During his pregnancy, Seonghwa was always the one he went to, seeking his Lunaâs comfort when things became overwhelming. When Yeosang gave birth, Seonghwa was at his side the entire time, whispering words of encouragement and advocating for him and their baby to ensure both of them were safe and healthy.
Seonghwa returned the gesture, wrapping his arms snugly around Yeosangâs waist. Yeosang melted into his chest, nuzzling his face into the soft fabric of his onesie.
âHappy Birthday to you, baby,â Seonghwa whispered, the words laced with love. âToday, you blessed us all with the most precious princess anyone could ask for. It was you who carried her and nurtured her for months; it was you who endured hours of labor and pushed through despite being scared. You are so strong, Sangie, and words would never be enough to express how grateful and proud I am of you. I love you so much.â Seonghwa finished, leaving a gentle kiss on the crown of Yeosangâs head.
He couldnât help the tears that escaped, a heaviness that weighed down on his chest for so long, being pulled to the forefront. Seonghwaâs words hit him deeply, picking at a wound he tried so hard to cover up.
Today, he didnât really want to think about that day, but all his efforts to forget were falling short. It was a traumatic time for the pack, one where he wasnât sure if he or their baby would make it out alive. For so long, it seemed easier to act like it didnât affect him so that guilt wouldnât eat him alive. But it was inevitable to be faced with something that youâre trying so desperately to run from.
Without that day, their precious angel wouldnât be here, and that was a fact he couldnât ignore. He wouldnât have been able to experience waking up to her every morning, hearing her contagious giggles that were slowly starting to resemble each of his mates, depending on the day. He wouldnât have the joy of loving and raising something so precious with the loves of his life. Like a spark, everything came forward. Yeosang didnât want things to be like this forever. He didnât want to associate their daughterâs birthday with his trauma. He wanted to heal. To move forward for himself and their daughter. To focus on the happy memories they will forge on this day as she grows older.
âI love you too,â Yeosang whispered back, squeezing tighter around Seonghwa.
They stood there for a moment, Seonghwa allowing Yeosang to shed as many tears as he needed, and Yeosang was grateful for that. Even now, Seonghwa was still holding him upright, being the pillar he needed. The noise of his pack helped bring him down, back to the moment surrounding him. Happiness, love, and family all bundled in one. He couldnât ask for more.
Yeosang pulled away from Seonghwa, wiping away the remnants of tears from his cheeks. He smiled up at Seonghwa, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips in hopes it would be enough to convey what he couldnât put into words at the moment. Sanâs cooing could be heard in the living room, pulling Yeosangâs attention away.
âGo ahead, Iâll be there in a minute.â Seonghwa gestured to the doorway, prompting Yeosang to leave.
In the living room, the rest of his pack was huddled in a circle, their matching reindeer pajamas making them look like a herd of deer huddled together seeking warmth. Sitting in the middle of the couch was Wooyoung, holding Saeyoung, sucking contentedly on her pacifier while the rest of the pack fawned over her. Wooyoung had dressed her in a cute red long-sleeved onesie with red socks embroidered with white snowflakes. Her curls were styled in ringlets pushed from her face with a cute bow-shaped barrette. Yunho crouched in front of her, taking pictures, with San and Mingi on toy duty, trying their best to coax her to look towards the camera.Â
âLook, Saeyoung! Over here!â Yunho waved his arm around in a funky way. The movement caused Yeosang to laugh, but Saeyoung didnât respond, too occupied with playing with her sleeves.Â
San brought her favorite teddy bear out, pretending to play peek-a-boo with it. He covered the bear's eyes using its paws, exclaiming âPeekaboo! I see you!â every time he revealed its face. The action seemed to work in their favor. Immediately, she spat out her pacifier, shrieking and giggling each time. Her mouth curled into the cutest smile, dimples appearing on her chubby cheeks, lighting up the whole room. The moment melted Yeosangâs heart.
âItâs time for presents!â Hongjoong announced, walking up next to him, Seonghwa in tow.Â
âWait! I have to get something,â Yunho screeched, scrambling up and disappearing down the hallway towards their bedroom. They all shared confused looks but carried on, gathering in the area that Hongjoong and San had forged earlier under the birthday banner.
The pack created a haphazard circle around Saeyoung, who was perched in the center. Her curious eyes looked over all the presents surrounding her, boxes of various sizes wrapped in intricately designed paper.
âHO HO HO!â Yunho's voice boomed, sauntering in dressed in a Santa suit. A red and white sack was slung across his back, filled with what Yeosang believed were presents. His clothes were stuffed, creating a makeshift belly, and Santaâs signature beard was attached to his face.
Everyone looked at him in shock, realization finally dawning on Yeosang why he had insisted they wear reindeer onesies. Yunho knelt outside of their circle, placing a mini Santa hat on Saeyoung's head.
âThis is a gift specially made by elves.â He tried putting on his best Santa voice, causing a few snickers from Wooyoung and Mingi, who were clearly enjoying the act.Â
Saeyoung stared up at him wide-eyed. Yeosang couldnât tell if it was out of curiosity or genuine surprise at seeing the strange man. Sheâd seen Santa several times on TV and in the books they would read to her for bedtime, but having the man stand in front of her was clearly daunting.Â
In an instant, tears began to fall from her eyes, her wails of distress echoing through their living room. Everyone was stunned. Wooyoung and Mingiâs laughs ceased as they saw their daughter cry. She crawled over to Jongho, who didnât hesitate to scoop her up immediately, cradling her against his chest, gently caressing her back as she curled into his chest. His glare at Yunho, who was clearly flustered by the reaction, didnât go unnoticed.
âOh no, Iâm sorry,â Yunho panicked. The beard he wore and the pillow heâd stuffed in his top were ripped off and thrown to the side. His Santa act did not win over the birthday girl at all.
âItâs me, Yuyu.â He tried. She continued crying, her wails gradually dying down into sobs the longer she stayed in Jonghoâs arms.
âMaybe letâs wait until she's a bit older to pull out the Santa suit, yeah?â Hongjoong suggested earning a sheepish nod from Yunho.
âItâs Yuyu Saeyoung, see?â Yeosang leaned over, gently stroking her hair, attempting to calm her down. Saeyoung turned her head to the side, her little fist clutched tightly around Jonghoâs onesie. Her big eyes, still glossed with thick tears, scanned over his face before untucking herself from Jonghoâs chest. Sayoungâs face was flushed as red as a tomato, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
She sniffled, looking around the room wearily. Yunho carefully made his way over into her space, not wanting to upset her any further.
âSurprise,â he smiled, waving slightly. Her eyes scanned over him, still cautious, slowly recognizing who it was.
âY-u,â she pointed, the corners of her mouth raising just slightly.
âItâs me, Princess, Yuyu!â His smile widened when she reached for him. He grabbed her from Jonghoâs lap, wiping away her tears, hugging her close to his chest.
âIâm sorry, Saeyoungie, Yuyu wonât do it again.â He murmured, leaving tender kisses on her cheeks. The room seemed to exhale once she began babbling again. Her contagious smile beamed as if she wasnât crying only a few seconds ago.
Everything quickly shifted back to normal once Saeyoung's eyes landed on the presents. She was back to wiggling around to get free, and they let her. With the help of Yunho, she stood on her stubby legs, taking wobbly steps towards the presents. She plopped down in front of the largest box, her tiny hands batting against the shiny red and green wrapping paper, fascinated by the bright colors.
âLooks like she picked what she wanted first,â Mingi chuckled, causing everyone else to laugh.
Yeosang watched fondly as her curiosity transformed into excitement, hearing the crinkle of the wrapping paper. He scooted closer, along with his mates, moving in around her so they could help. He didnât want to overwhelm her too much, opting to let her feed her curiosity with just a bit of guidance where needed.
âWait, we need a video!â San screeched. He pulled out his phone, quickly finding a place to prop it up, and returned to his spot in a flash.
Wooyoung made the first tear in the paper, demonstrating to Saeyoung what to do. Her chubby fingers tore at the paper, pulling a chunk off. She looked at the torn wrapping in her hand before throwing it down, going back to rip at the paper, gradually revealing a toy drum set.
Yeosang sat back a little, basking in the warmth of his family. There wasnât a face in the room that didnât have a smile on it. His heart swelled each time Saeyoung's eyes lit up in amazement, being exposed to things sheâd never known or seen before. Thereâs nothing in the world that could ever top this: seeing your baby grow and experience new things, discovering the world with your love and guidance.Â
One after another, Saeyoung unwrapped her presents with the help of the pack members. Each toy revealed was met with oohs and ahhs from the pack; her excited clapping and squeals echoed in their living room, each new item taking her attention away from unwrapping the next one. The living room was left in disarray at the end, scraps of wrapping paper, her new toys, and clothes scattered around.
The rest of the morning passed smoothly. The eight of them sat enjoying the meal Seonghwa and Wooyoung prepared. Yeosang scoffed down japchae and dumplings like a madman, humming in delight after every bite. Hongjoong and San took turns feeding Saeyoung the seaweed soup Wooyoung made. It was her first taste, and if her content humming and impatient whining for another spoonful wasnât evident enough, she enjoyed her meal.
After breakfast, the pack lay in their makeshift nest, playing happily with Saeyoung well into the afternoon, until her nap time. She went down with ease, obviously worn out from the dayâs events, not once putting up a fight. The timing was perfect, and it gave Yeosang, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa time to decorate the cakes for later. Since it was Christmas, Wooyoung came up with the bright idea to decorate her cake like a Christmas wreath. The two-tier cake gradually came to life, Yeosang helping as best he could despite his lack of experience. It didnât pan out well, and Wooyoung eventually took over, promising him that he could add the sprinkles at the end. With the sprinkles added, the three omegas admired their work, impressed that the cake actually resembled a Christmas wreath.
Once nighttime rolled in, their living room gleamed in hues of gold, the fairy lights and Christmas tree lit up the dark space, creating a beautiful atmosphere in their home. Most of the day was spent playing games and retelling stories that never seemed to get old, no matter how many times they were told. Yeosang, along with his mates were eager to snuggle up against one another in their nest and drink Wooyoungâs famous hot chocolate while indulging in classic Christmas cartoons with Saeyoung. Before they could wind down for the night, there was one last thing. Singing happy birthday to Saeyoung. Normally, during this time of night, Yeosang wouldnât dare to feed her anything, let alone anything with sugar. Her birthday cake would be the first taste of sugar she would ever have, which only meant they would be wrangling an hyperactive toddler for most of the night.
âOkay, everyone, gather around,â Hongjoong announced. He held up a camera standing in front of Saeyoungâs high chair. Yeosang crouched in front of the chair, holding the cake up at a safe distance. Saeyoung's eyes widened, her hands trying hard to reach for the cake, watching in amazement as the flame of the candle flickered.
âOne, Two, Three.â Seonghwa counted down.
âMerry Birthday to you,â they sang in unison. She looked around curiously, head tilting at the unfamiliar tune. âMerry Birthday to you.âÂ
âMerry Birthday, dear Saeyoung-ie.â San squished her cheeks, stretching her name out at the end.Â
âMerry Birthday to youuuuu. Now blow out your candle.â Yeosang tried his hardest to demonstrate the action, exhaling softly, making sure he didnât accidentally blow it out himself.
Her lips formed an almost perfect âOâ as she blew, doing her best to copy Yeosangâs actions. More spit than anything flew from her lips, but after a few more attempts, the flame disappeared with one last huff. The room erupted in cheers, and everyone clapped, praising her for how well she did. She clapped along with them, kicking her feet excitedly, not really aware of what was happening but happy nonetheless.Â
Yeosang removed the candle, setting the tiny cake in front of her. Saeyoung didnât hesitate to grab a fistful of cake, putting a chunk into her mouth. Her eyes widened, face lighting up in delight, as her lips curled into a gummy smile. The pack cooed at her when she continued smashing her fist repeatedly. She smeared the bright green frosting all over the surface of her high chair, playing in the sticky substance.
The cake was obliterated, smashed all over Saeyoungâs face, hair, and the floor once she was done. Jongho and Mingi whisked her away for a bath while the rest of the pack cleaned up the mess, preparing to wind down for the night. In Yeosang's eyes, the day turned out successful, and he couldnât be happier. Being in the comfort of his own home, surrounded by his family, watching their daughter enjoy her first birthday and Christmas. It was a moment he wanted to hold on to and cherish forever, a moment he wanted to share with Saeyoung when she became old enough to understand. He wanted her to see how much she blessed their family, how much joy she brought into their world.
When everything was cleaned, Yeosang climbed into the nest, settling between San and Hongjoong, who warmly accepted him with open arms, both leaving a delicate kiss on his lips. The fluorescent fairy lights were turned off; the TV was the only thing illuminating the room. Jongho and Mingi returned, placing Saeyoung in the nest, who immediately crawled to Seonghwa. The opening credits of The Grinch played on TV, and the rest of his pack got comfortable, scattering throughout the nest, some of his mates nursing the hot chocolate Wooyoung made. Yeosang sighed, curling into Hongjoongâs chest. His eyes grew heavy, exhaustion tugging at his consciousness. He tried desperately to fight his sleep, wanting to bask in the moment a little bit longer. With every blink, the fight became harder and harder.
âSleep, Sangie,â Hongjoong whispered, his fingers brushing tenderly through Yeosangâs hair.
And he did, the sounds of The Grinch and his family lulling them into a comfortable slumber.
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The Sweetest Surprise | í´ëŚŹí°ěŚ (ě¤ę¸°ë§ěŚě)
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synopsis: yeosang has to spend Christmas MCing for The Show instead of with his boyfriends. he is sad until he's met with a sweet surprise waiting in his dressing room.
pairing: kang yeosang x yungi x matz
wc: 788
genre + cw: drabble, fluff, G, idol au, ateez ensemble, polyamorous ateez, established relationship, light hurt/comfort, yeosang is sad, surprise visits, yeosang cries, gifting, happy ending, they love each other
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
âMerry Christmas!â Yeosang smiled, waving to the camera alongside his co-hosts. Once he got the cue that the camera stopped rolling, his smile dropped immediately.
âWeâll be back on in 15 minutes,â The producer called before walking away.
Yeosang decided it was the perfect time to take a breather in his dressing room. To be frank, he didnât want to be there. He loved MCing on The Show and enjoyed his time working there. It was his first solo gig since ATEEZ's debut, and he found he excelled greatly in the environment. The staff took great care of him, and his co-hosts were amazing people to be around. When he got the news that he would be working on Christmas, though, he was quite literally devastated. That day, he specifically wanted to relax in the comfort of his dorm and participate in the things theyâd plan for the day.
There was no way he could complain and say he couldnât make it because he wanted to be with his boyfriends. That would put their entire careers in jeopardy, so he swallowed his feelings and begrudgingly accepted it.
Once he made it to the outside of his dressing room, a weird noise from the other side caught his attention. Slowly, he opened the door, being met with complete darkness.
âSURPRISE!â The lights flicked on, revealing Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Minigi. All four of them were scattered around the small dressing room. Yeosang jumped back, clearly surprised to see four out of seven of his boyfriends standing in his dressing room.
âW-what are you guys doing here?â he stuttered, still reeling from the shock. He wasnât expecting anyone to be with him besides his stylists and their manager today. When heâd left that morning, everyone was still sound asleep in their beds, aside from Wooyoung would gotten up to make him breakfast before he left.
âWe wouldnât just leave you to spend most of your day alone on Christmas,â Hongjoong chuckled, pulling Yeosang further into the room.
âPlus, we were out alreadyâŚand we missed you,â Mingi pouted, leaning against Yunho.
Yeosang couldnât help but smile, a weight he hadnât even realized was there lifting off his chest. He was sure that he wouldnât get to see them until later in the day. And though he missed his other three boyfriends, he was still happy to have some of them there with him.
âHere, Sangie, we brought you something,â Seonghwa finally spoke up, revealing a box wrapped in golden wrapping paper with a red bow tied neatly on top.
âItâs one of many,â Hongjoong added in guiding Yeosang to sit on the couch.
The gift was placed in his hand, feeling lighter than he expected. He pulled at the loose end of the ribbon, the beautiful bow unraveling into his lap. His boyfriends hovered around him, all with varying smiles on their faces, waiting for his reaction.
Yeosang ripped at the paper until a rectangular box was revealed. He still didnât have a clue what it could be. Removing the lid, he placed it on the cushion beside him and moved the white tissue paper. Beneath it was a green plaid scarf, decorated in shades of yellow, red, and blue.
âOh my god. I love it,â He gasped, running his fingers over the fleecy fabric.
âWe all picked it out for you, Baby.â Yunho placed a loving hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Yeosang felt tears bead at his waterline, his bottom lip quivering, trying to hold back a sob. It was as if the dam that held back all of his frustration and sadness cracked in that moment. The touching actions of his boyfriends pulled a deep emotion he tried to suppress.
âOh no, Sweetheart," Seonghwa cooed.
Hongjoong took the box from his lap before pulling him up. âDonât cry, My Love.â He soothed, wiping away the few tears that escaped.
âIâm justâŚreally happy. I love you guys,â Yeosang choked, finally allowing his tears flow freely.
His boyfriends surrounded him in a group hug, giving him the comfort he so desperately needed. From the surprise appearance to the gift, Yeosang felt so overwhelmed with love. Their proximity was all he needed at that moment. Any thoughts that lingered melted away from their warmth, like ice cream left out on a sunny day. He was beyond content. Once they finally pulled apart, he beamed. One by one, he kissed them, the exchange tender but quick, just in case their staff came back.Â
When the fifteen minutes were up, Yeosang felt floaty standing on the stage platform, his new scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. The scent of his boyfriends filled his senses, a reminder of the sweetest gift.
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synopsis: yeosang finally picks wooyoung's name for his ateez's secret Santa party and picks a gift that only his long-time best friend (and crush) would light up from.
pairing: kang yeosang x jung wooyoung
wc: 640
genre + cw: drabble, fluff, G, gift exchange, kang yeosang has a crush, best friends kang yeosang and jung wooyoung
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
 It was finally Wooyoungâs turn to receive his gift. Yeosang felt nervous. He didnât know why, though. Theyâd been best friends for ten years now, and he knew everything there was to know about Wooyoung, even down to the name of his imaginary friend he had up until middle school â something he made Yeosang swear to never tell.
When Yeosang picked Wooyoungâs name for their annual secret Santa party, he was beyond ecstatic. For years, Yeosang had longed to pick Wooyoung, wanting nothing more than to surprise his best friend with something special. He knew he could gift Wooyoung something at any time of the year, but it was as if Wooyoung had some sort of sixth sense, figuring out what Yeosang was doing before he ever got to surprise him.Â
For their secret Santa, he made sure there was no possible way Wooyoung would find out. If he sneaked around and started avoiding Wooyoung, that would raise an alarm. If he became too clingy, that was even more suspicious, so he did as he normally would. When Wooyoung came prying for info, Yeosang played it smart, pretending like he couldnât remember.Â
Surprisingly, it worked.
Yeosang pondered for weeks, going back and forth on whether to gift Wooyoung his favorite Chrome Hearts or maybe clothes, or shoes, but nothing felt right. Nothing felt special enough for Wooyoung. That is, until a memory heâd locked away long ago resurfaced. He would get Wooyoung a charm bracelet.
It wasnât just any ordinary bracelet. It was a bracelet that he and Wooyoung vowed to buy for each other one day, once they debuted. Theyâd been walking around Hongdae and stumbled upon a jewelry shop. The shop wasnât your average jewelry shop, but one of those old fashioned jewlery stores that you only stumbled upon by accident.
Yeosang could never forget the way Wooyoungâs eyes lit up in awe, sparkling when they landed on the bracelet, studying each charm as if they were delicate artifacts. It was that day when things changed in their relationship, at least for Yeosang. He wanted to see that look on Wooyoungâs face every day. He wanted to be the reason Wooyoung looked like that.
Yeosang walked over to Wooyoung with his neatly wrapped box. The silver and green wrapping paper reflected off their living room light. Nerves bubbled up in his stomach, feeling everyoneâs eyes watching him as he placed the box in Wooyoungâs hand.
âWow, Yeosangie, I never would have guessed,â Wooyoung cackled, a genuinely surprised look on his face.
Wooyoung shook the box around, but no noise came. His eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused by the lack of noise, âWhatâs this, Sangie?â
Yeosang only smiled, âYou just have to open it and see.â he stepped aside, allowing the rest of the members to get a view of the gift.
Wooyoung tore the wrapping paper with ease, the puzzled look still prominent on his face when the velvet navy blue box was revealed inside. He opened the lid, and a sharp gasp rendered everyone quiet. Wooyoung's eyes were blown wide, mouth opened in shock.
âYeosang,â he murmured, slipping the silver bracelet out of the box, the dangling charms chiming with each movement.
Wooyoung looked towards him, and Yeosang felt his heart skip a beat. His eyes possessed that same twinkle from that day, plus more. An emotion Yeosang couldnât quite decipher. Without a word, Wooyoung tackled him in a hug, the impact nearly making Yeosang stumble backwards.
âYEOSANG WHAT THE FUCK!â Wooyoung screeched, his loud voice muffled against his neck. The sides of Yeosang's mouth rose into a satisfied smile, squeezing Wooyoung back just as enthusiastically.
âYou remembered!â Wooyoung said, pulling back, looking over the charms. The rest of the members looked at them, confused, but didnât say anything.
âOf course, I remembered Woo. Youâre my best friend.â
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Yeosang stood at the top of the slope, staring down in horror at the challenge ahead of him.
âYou got this, hyung!â Jongho shuffled next to him, patting him gently on the back. Yeosang couldnât be so sure.Â
Skiing wasnât his forte. In all honesty, he was afraid to do it. Not only was the journey down one of the most terrifying things heâd ever witnessed, but the lack of control made the experience even less appealing. His mind couldnât wrap around how people willingly put their trust in poles and two narrow skis to get them down the side of a mountain in one piece.
Yeosang didnât know how he let Jongho and San convince him that today was the day he needed to face his fears. If he had it his way, he would be over on the other side of the resort, making snow angels and having snowball fights with the rest of his members. But instead, he was up there with San and Jongho staring death in the eyes.Â
San finally waddled up beside them, eyes crinkling on a smile as he spoke. âYou will do great, Sangie. I promise we will be with you every step of the way.â
Yeosang still couldnât shake off the feeling. His knees shook below him, nearly locking up each time a stranger made their way down. Their screams of joy, doing more harm than good, sending waves of terror through his body.
It wasnât that he didnât trust Jongho and San to guide him safely. He trusted them with everything he had and knew they would both put themselves in harm's way before he could ever get hurt. Trusting them and trusting himself were two different things, though. He was clumsy, and one wrong move could land him in the hospital, all bruised up or worse with a broken bone.
âLetâs all just breathe together,â San suggested, reaching out for Yeosangâs hand.
Yeosang grabbed his hand and reached his other hand out for Jongho, who quickly latched on to his. They both gave him a reassuring squeeze as they breathed. His shaky breaths slowly even out with every exhale.
âYou ready?â Jongho questioned once they let go, pulling his goggles down over his eyes.
Though he felt hesitant, Yeosang nodded, ready to get it over with. There was only one way down after all.
He shakily secured his goggles, looking over to San, who followed suit.
âRemember, Sangie. Bend your knees as if you are squatting. No matter what, lean forwardâŚâ San demonstrated the motions once again, which Yeosang was thankful for. In his panic, he nearly forgot a few of the movements, too caught up in his own head.
 âOkay!â Yeosang shouted once San finished, âI can do it!â His voice cracked at the end, but Jongho and Sanâs affirmation helped ease the tension stacked in his chest. Letâs just do it.
When they set off, it wasâŚdifferent from what Yeosang had expected. Instead of shooting down the mountain at an insane rate of speed like heâd seen others do. The journey was a lotâŚslower. Their pace was more controlled despite having their bodies and the poles to steer them.
âSee, not so bad right?â Jongho chuckled. Yeosang wouldâve responded if he wasnât nervous, maybe even shoved Jongho for laughing. But he wasnât in the clear yet, and one inch of movement could throw his entire balance off.
Yeosang steered down the mountain, both San and Jongho close at his side, checking ever so often to make sure he was okay. He felt content, actually taking in the scenery around him now that his fears were long gone. It really wasnât so bad.
Once they reached the bottom, Yeosang felt himself actually wanting to go again. It was fun, and it wasnât as scary as it had seemed before. He was proud of himself for conquering his fear and giving skiing a chance. And it was all thanks to San and Jongho.
âHow was it?â Both Jongho and San asked, removing their goggles.
âI liked it! I liked it a lot, actually!â he exclaimed. âI want to go faster next time and learn tricks now!â Yeosang raved feeling overly enthusiastic.
âWhoa, hold on there,â Jongho interjected, quickly shutting him down. âMaybe letâs take baby steps, hyung. That was only the kiddie slope.â He laughed, seeing the realization hit Yeosangâs face.
âSurely you didnât think weâd start you off where the pros like to ski, right?â San nudged Yeosang playfully, laughing when Yeosang only chuckled nervously, clearly realizing he was in over his head.
âOn second thoughtâŚâ Yeosang began, âI think I'll go find Seonghwa hyung and the rest of the members.â He walked away, leaving San and Jongho behind, who were doubled over in laughter.
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âYou look so beautiful already,â she murmured, applying finishing touches to the eyeshadow.
Seonghwa felt her mouth go dry. Looking over Yeosangâs face, the words KISS HER chant loudly over and over in her mind. It was so tempting. Seeing Yeosangâs eyes flutter up to look at her, the almost bashful look on her face as if she wasnât the most gorgeous woman to exist. Seonghwa wanted to die.
âSo do you, Unnie,â Yeosang mumbled quietly.
or
Seonghwa wants to devour her cute roommate, Yeosang, while doing her makeup for the first time.
pairing: fem kang yeosang x fem park seonghwa
wc: 2k
genre + cw: fluff, roommates, college/university au, female kang yeosang, female park seonghwa, girl crush, girls kissing, makeup, daydreaming, park seonghwa is whipped, shy kang yeosang, park seonghwa has a crush, seonghwa has a kink for being called unnie.
a/n: this was originally a drabble request but I got a bit carried away...
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
Seonghwa knew it was coming. Her roommates' ritual sheâd quickly picked up on a few months into them becoming housemates. Yeosangâs head poked in from around the corner, her curious eyes glossing over Seonghwa's reflection through her vanity mirror. She saw the awestruck look that glazed over Yeosangâs eyes each time she watched her do her makeup, following each motion with precision as if she was watching her favorite artist craft their famous piece right in front of her. Seonghwa liked to pretend that she wasnât aware of Yeosangâs presence. Purposely drawing out her actions while she applied her makeup just to have a few seconds more of her roommates' eyes on her. Over time, Seonghwa had developed just a small, not really, crush on Yeosang, becoming completely infatuated with her cute roommate. Any other day, she would be fine with going along with the âroutineâ, but today, she was feeling a little bold.
âWould you like to try?â Seonghwa spoke up, knowingly looking at Yeosang through the mirror. She was a bit nervous, unsure of how Yeosang would respond to her question.
When their eyes locked, Yeosang jumped back in surprise. An intense shade of pink bloomed on her cheeks, clearly embarrassed at having been caught watching Seonghwa. She fiddled with her fingers for a bit, shifting from foot to foot in nervousness. Hesitantly, she nodded, eyes transfixed on the ground, unable to meet Seonghwaâs gaze. Â
âCome, Iâll teach you,â Seonghwa beckoned, scooting over to create enough room for both of them to sit on the wide vanity chair.
Yeosang walked over, timidly, her house slippers scuffling lightly on the hardwood floors. She was dressed in her usual at-home attire, loose-fitted grey sweat pants and a white fitted tank top that was cropped and decorated with yellow stars. Her relaxed look was the opposite of Seonghwa, who had dressed casually to go out later that evening. When she sat down, the intoxicating scent of jasmine with subtle undertones of vanilla filled Seonghwaâs nose. She tried to seem unaffected, rearranging her makeup so Yeosang could see the products, but the smell was intoxicating. She felt like she was in a garden on a warm summer day, surrounded by jasmine and heliotrope flowers, each scent delicately wrapping around her like a cocoon. Nothing had even happened yet, and Seonghwa already felt herself losing her mind.
She cleared her throat, looking over at Yeosang. âAre there any specific colors you want?â
Yeosang contemplated before speaking, her words coming out timid yet certain.âNo, not really. I just want to look pretty like you, Unnie.âÂ
Seonghwa smiled at Yeosang, holding back from cooing at her dongsaeng. âYouâre already pretty, but I will make you even prettier. Like Unnieâs personal doll,â Seonghwa concluded. She smiled triumphantly, watching a faint blush creep up Yeosangâs cheeks to her ears.Â
âLet me work my magic.â
Seonghwa began prepping Yeosangâs face, starting with a light moisturizer and primer. She showed off the products she used, explaining each step in detail as she completed it. Yeosang nodded in understanding, soaking in the knowledge like a sponge.
Her hand gently cupped Yeosangâs chin, lightly dabbing foundation onto her already flawless skin. Sheâd never been this close to her roommate before. When they crossed paths now and then, Seonghwa always found herself making a beeline to leave, either to her room or out of their dorm, completely consumed by gay panic. Because who could tell their roommate, a person they rarely spoke to, âHey, I think youâre hot. Let's make out.â Surely not Seonghwa, especially after witnessing how shy Yeosang was.Â
Her dongsaeng only ever showed interest when she was getting dolled up. They spoke in passing but never fully interacted on a deeper level. That's why she finally spoke up because she knew Yeosang never would. Now she had the luxury of sitting in proximity to her crush. Seeing her ethereal beauty up close and personal, the way her fluffy, sandy brown curls framed her face, and her beautiful birthmark that Seonghwa swore made her weak. She felt like she had finally won in life.
Seonghwa looked over the base, checking for any splotchy patches. Satisfied with the dewy finish. The natural beat was barely noticeable on Yeosangâs face. Peachy pink blush was applied high on her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose to give a cute sun-kissed glow, along with faux freckles. Yeosangâs rosy birthmark, which Seonghwa left uncovered, only added to her natural beauty, standing out alongside the blush. It made her look even more innocent and cute than she already did.
âPerfect!â Seonghwa cheered, earning a smile from Yeosang.
She searched through her eyeshadow palettes, already having an idea of what she wanted to do. She already observed Yeosang's eyes were bigger, almost doe-like, and a beautiful shade of chestnut brown that naturally sparkled. Seonghwa worked her magic. Each stroke of the brush was light and delicate, just like her doll. The black eyeliner popped against her milky skin, contrasting well with the shimmering light-brown eyeshadow sheâd opted for. It was sure to make her eyes pop. Light mascara was applied to Yeosangâs lashes, only adding subtle definition to her already long lashes. Yeosang was absolutely breathtaking.
âYou look so beautiful already,â she murmured, applying finishing touches to the eyeshadow.
Seonghwa felt her mouth go dry. Looking over Yeosangâs face, the words KISS HER chant loudly over and over in her mind. It was so tempting. Seeing Yeosangâs eyes flutter up to look at her, the almost bashful look on her face as if she wasnât the most gorgeous woman to exist. Seonghwa wanted to die.
âSo do you, Unnie,â Yeosang mumbled quietly.Â
Fuck Fuck Fuck. Seonghwa had a few kinks of her own, but never did she imagine that being called Unnie by the cute doe-eyed girl sitting in front of her would have her on the brink of turning feral. She had tried to hold back the first few times the words left Yeosangâs mouth, but one could only hold back for so long. Her mind wandered into dangerous territory. Thinking of Yeosang lying out across her queen mattress, breathlessly calling her Unnie as she left lingering kisses along the column of her neck. Sucking and nibbling on her porcelain skin, leaving behind pretty bruises that would be impossible to cover up even with the right foundation and concealer.
âT-Thank you.âSeonghwa stuttered. Her heart raced, and she hoped her face didnât reflect the panic she felt internally. She held up a few tubes of gloss and matte lipsticks, varying in colors, she thought would pair well with the light brown eyeshadow and peachy pink blush. âWhich lipstick do you want?â
Yeosang's eyes scanned over the selection, contemplating her choices. Her lips puckered almost into a pout every time she mulled over something, a habit Seonghwa quickly noticed just in their short time being together. âI want the same color as you, Unnie,â Yeosang pointed at Seonghwaâs glossy lips.
Their eyes locked for a split second before her eyes drifted down, peering at Yeosangâs pursed lips. Her heart leapt in her chest. It was now or never, she thought. She leaned in closer, her hands snaking up to cradle the back of Yeosangâs head.
âMay I ?â She questioned.
Yeosangâs eyes widened in surprise, but she didnât pull away, shyly nodding, closing the gap between them. Seonghwaâs lips brushed lightly against Yeosangâs â allowing her to back out, but she persisted. Their lips connected, sparks flying between them like fireworks. Yeosangâs lips were pillowy soft like plump marshmallows, with a hint of cherry lingering on her breath. A faint sigh slipped out as she melted into the slow, tentative twist of their lips. Her fingers gripped Yeosangâs nape, earning a small gasp in return. Nothing was rushed. Their lips carefully explored each other, soaking in whatever the other was willing to give. It was as if they were meant for each other, falling into a comfortable rhythm. The hidden feelings Seonghwa harbored spilled out onto Yeosangâs lips, months of unsaid feelings and lingering glances painting the perfect picture of them together.
âIâm sorry, I couldnât help myself,â Seonghwa said breathlessly once they pulled apart. âI wouldâve hated to mess up your lipstick after making you so pretty, Doll.â She cooed.
âSeonghwa,â Yeosang's voice broke through the haze, snapping Seonghwa back to reality.
Yeosang looked at her, puzzled, tilting her head to the side. âAre you okay?â she asked, genuinely concerned.
âY-Yeah, Iâm fine, it's justâŚYou look so much like a doll, it feels a bit unreal.â It wasnât a total lie because Yeosang did look like one of those dolls you begged your mom for, but since they were way too expensive, you had to settle for a cheaper version. But it wasnât the full truth either. It wouldnât have been appropriate to just flat out say, âI was actually daydreaming about us making out.â Because that would be weird and probably scare Yeosang away.
Yeosang giggled, hiding her pretty smile behind her hands. The sound was like music to Seonghwaâs ears. She needed to pull herself together if she was going to finish properly. Each second she sat here breathing in the same air as Yeosang, her sanity decreased. Any minute, the bomb would explode, and all of her feelings would spill out onto everything.
Seonghwa put down the rest of the lip gloss tubes, keeping her favorite strawberry gloss in hand. âThis was the perfect choice!â She spoke, trying to sound put together but failing miserably. The daydream still lingered in the back of her mind as she focused on Yeosang's lips.
They were perfect. Kissable. Suckable. Biteable. She wanted her so bad.
Seonghwa slicked pink-tinted gloss across the expanse of Yeosangâs bottom lip, gliding the soft sponge until her lips glistened.
âPress your lips together like this,â Seonghwa demonstrated for her, watching her follow directions. She filled in the spots until Yeosangâs lips were evenly coated in the sticky substance.
âOkay, close your eyes now.â Seonghwa grabbed a hand mirror from her drawer, holding the mirror in front of Yeosangâs face.
âNow open!â She exclaimed.
Yeosang's eyes opened, looking over every detail of her face. Her face brightened, lips curling into a huge smile.
âOh my god! I love it so much!â Yeosang exclaimed. âThank you, Unnie!!â Yeosang dove forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Seonghwaâs neck. Both of their bodies shifted backwards in the chair, nearly falling to the floor.
Seonghwa hugged her back immediately, dropping the mirror. Her arms curled around Yeosangâs lower back, squeezing her dongsaeng tightly.
âIâm glad you love it, Dolly.â
Yeosang pulled away, settling back down into the seat. She was clearly mesmerized by herself. Newfound confidence blooming inside of her.
âD-do you think you could teach me moreâŚsomeday?â Yeosang inquired timidly. Seonghwa was on the verge of exploding. How could she say no?Â
âI would be happy to. Itâs gonna be fun, we can make it like a date!â Seonghwa slipped up, unable to catch herself. âA girlâs date, I mean! Only if you wantâŚ.âShe quickly followed up.
Silence hung between them. Both girls held each other's gaze. Seonghwa couldnât back track now, and a part of her didnât want to. She would be lying to herself if she said she regretted taking the first step. Her boldness is what got her where she is now, seeing her crush happy, and realizing that her feelings ran deeper than she initially thought. Yes, her mind did think of making out with Yeosang more than once during this. Aside from that, she could see herself spending time with Yeosang, having deep conversations well into the night, going on cute picnics, and trying out the new coffee shop on campus. Seonghwa wanted to take the time out to genuinely get to know Yeosang and learn about her on a deeper level. If it led to more, she would accept it, but if not, at least she gained a friend in the process.
âI would love that,â Yeosang finally spoke up. âI mean, making it a date.â She shyly tucked her hair behind her ears, trying to make herself smaller next to Seonghwa.
Seonghwa's eyes lit up with excitement. âThen itâs a date.â
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âYou look so beautiful already,â she murmured, applying finishing touches to the eyeshadow.
Seonghwa felt her mouth go dry. Looking over Yeosangâs face, the words KISS HER chant loudly over and over in her mind. It was so tempting. Seeing Yeosangâs eyes flutter up to look at her, the almost bashful look on her face as if she wasnât the most gorgeous woman to exist. Seonghwa wanted to die.
âSo do you, Unnie,â Yeosang mumbled quietly.
or
Seonghwa wants to devour her cute roommate, Yeosang, while doing her makeup for the first time.
pairing: fem kang yeosang x fem park seonghwa
wc: 2k
genre + cw: fluff, roommates, college/university au, female kang yeosang, female park seonghwa, girl crush, girls kissing, makeup, daydreaming, park seonghwa is whipped, shy kang yeosang, park seonghwa has a crush, seonghwa has a kink for being called unnie.
a/n: this was originally a drabble request but I got a bit carried away...
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
Seonghwa knew it was coming. Her roommates' ritual sheâd quickly picked up on a few months into them becoming housemates. Yeosangâs head poked in from around the corner, her curious eyes glossing over Seonghwa's reflection through her vanity mirror. She saw the awestruck look that glazed over Yeosangâs eyes each time she watched her do her makeup, following each motion with precision as if she was watching her favorite artist craft their famous piece right in front of her. Seonghwa liked to pretend that she wasnât aware of Yeosangâs presence. Purposely drawing out her actions while she applied her makeup just to have a few seconds more of her roommates' eyes on her. Over time, Seonghwa had developed just a small, not really, crush on Yeosang, becoming completely infatuated with her cute roommate. Any other day, she would be fine with going along with the âroutineâ, but today, she was feeling a little bold.
âWould you like to try?â Seonghwa spoke up, knowingly looking at Yeosang through the mirror. She was a bit nervous, unsure of how Yeosang would respond to her question.
When their eyes locked, Yeosang jumped back in surprise. An intense shade of pink bloomed on her cheeks, clearly embarrassed at having been caught watching Seonghwa. She fiddled with her fingers for a bit, shifting from foot to foot in nervousness. Hesitantly, she nodded, eyes transfixed on the ground, unable to meet Seonghwaâs gaze. Â
âCome, Iâll teach you,â Seonghwa beckoned, scooting over to create enough room for both of them to sit on the wide vanity chair.
Yeosang walked over, timidly, her house slippers scuffling lightly on the hardwood floors. She was dressed in her usual at-home attire, loose-fitted grey sweat pants and a white fitted tank top that was cropped and decorated with yellow stars. Her relaxed look was the opposite of Seonghwa, who had dressed casually to go out later that evening. When she sat down, the intoxicating scent of jasmine with subtle undertones of vanilla filled Seonghwaâs nose. She tried to seem unaffected, rearranging her makeup so Yeosang could see the products, but the smell was intoxicating. She felt like she was in a garden on a warm summer day, surrounded by jasmine and heliotrope flowers, each scent delicately wrapping around her like a cocoon. Nothing had even happened yet, and Seonghwa already felt herself losing her mind.
She cleared her throat, looking over at Yeosang. âAre there any specific colors you want?â
Yeosang contemplated before speaking, her words coming out timid yet certain.âNo, not really. I just want to look pretty like you, Unnie.âÂ
Seonghwa smiled at Yeosang, holding back from cooing at her dongsaeng. âYouâre already pretty, but I will make you even prettier. Like Unnieâs personal doll,â Seonghwa concluded. She smiled triumphantly, watching a faint blush creep up Yeosangâs cheeks to her ears.Â
âLet me work my magic.â
Seonghwa began prepping Yeosangâs face, starting with a light moisturizer and primer. She showed off the products she used, explaining each step in detail as she completed it. Yeosang nodded in understanding, soaking in the knowledge like a sponge.
Her hand gently cupped Yeosangâs chin, lightly dabbing foundation onto her already flawless skin. Sheâd never been this close to her roommate before. When they crossed paths now and then, Seonghwa always found herself making a beeline to leave, either to her room or out of their dorm, completely consumed by gay panic. Because who could tell their roommate, a person they rarely spoke to, âHey, I think youâre hot. Let's make out.â Surely not Seonghwa, especially after witnessing how shy Yeosang was.Â
Her dongsaeng only ever showed interest when she was getting dolled up. They spoke in passing but never fully interacted on a deeper level. That's why she finally spoke up because she knew Yeosang never would. Now she had the luxury of sitting in proximity to her crush. Seeing her ethereal beauty up close and personal, the way her fluffy, sandy brown curls framed her face, and her beautiful birthmark that Seonghwa swore made her weak. She felt like she had finally won in life.
Seonghwa looked over the base, checking for any splotchy patches. Satisfied with the dewy finish. The natural beat was barely noticeable on Yeosangâs face. Peachy pink blush was applied high on her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose to give a cute sun-kissed glow, along with faux freckles. Yeosangâs rosy birthmark, which Seonghwa left uncovered, only added to her natural beauty, standing out alongside the blush. It made her look even more innocent and cute than she already did.
âPerfect!â Seonghwa cheered, earning a smile from Yeosang.
She searched through her eyeshadow palettes, already having an idea of what she wanted to do. She already observed Yeosang's eyes were bigger, almost doe-like, and a beautiful shade of chestnut brown that naturally sparkled. Seonghwa worked her magic. Each stroke of the brush was light and delicate, just like her doll. The black eyeliner popped against her milky skin, contrasting well with the shimmering light-brown eyeshadow sheâd opted for. It was sure to make her eyes pop. Light mascara was applied to Yeosangâs lashes, only adding subtle definition to her already long lashes. Yeosang was absolutely breathtaking.
âYou look so beautiful already,â she murmured, applying finishing touches to the eyeshadow.
Seonghwa felt her mouth go dry. Looking over Yeosangâs face, the words KISS HER chant loudly over and over in her mind. It was so tempting. Seeing Yeosangâs eyes flutter up to look at her, the almost bashful look on her face as if she wasnât the most gorgeous woman to exist. Seonghwa wanted to die.
âSo do you, Unnie,â Yeosang mumbled quietly.Â
Fuck Fuck Fuck. Seonghwa had a few kinks of her own, but never did she imagine that being called Unnie by the cute doe-eyed girl sitting in front of her would have her on the brink of turning feral. She had tried to hold back the first few times the words left Yeosangâs mouth, but one could only hold back for so long. Her mind wandered into dangerous territory. Thinking of Yeosang lying out across her queen mattress, breathlessly calling her Unnie as she left lingering kisses along the column of her neck. Sucking and nibbling on her porcelain skin, leaving behind pretty bruises that would be impossible to cover up even with the right foundation and concealer.
âT-Thank you.âSeonghwa stuttered. Her heart raced, and she hoped her face didnât reflect the panic she felt internally. She held up a few tubes of gloss and matte lipsticks, varying in colors, she thought would pair well with the light brown eyeshadow and peachy pink blush. âWhich lipstick do you want?â
Yeosang's eyes scanned over the selection, contemplating her choices. Her lips puckered almost into a pout every time she mulled over something, a habit Seonghwa quickly noticed just in their short time being together. âI want the same color as you, Unnie,â Yeosang pointed at Seonghwaâs glossy lips.
Their eyes locked for a split second before her eyes drifted down, peering at Yeosangâs pursed lips. Her heart leapt in her chest. It was now or never, she thought. She leaned in closer, her hands snaking up to cradle the back of Yeosangâs head.
âMay I ?â She questioned.
Yeosangâs eyes widened in surprise, but she didnât pull away, shyly nodding, closing the gap between them. Seonghwaâs lips brushed lightly against Yeosangâs â allowing her to back out, but she persisted. Their lips connected, sparks flying between them like fireworks. Yeosangâs lips were pillowy soft like plump marshmallows, with a hint of cherry lingering on her breath. A faint sigh slipped out as she melted into the slow, tentative twist of their lips. Her fingers gripped Yeosangâs nape, earning a small gasp in return. Nothing was rushed. Their lips carefully explored each other, soaking in whatever the other was willing to give. It was as if they were meant for each other, falling into a comfortable rhythm. The hidden feelings Seonghwa harbored spilled out onto Yeosangâs lips, months of unsaid feelings and lingering glances painting the perfect picture of them together.
âIâm sorry, I couldnât help myself,â Seonghwa said breathlessly once they pulled apart. âI wouldâve hated to mess up your lipstick after making you so pretty, Doll.â She cooed.
âSeonghwa,â Yeosang's voice broke through the haze, snapping Seonghwa back to reality.
Yeosang looked at her, puzzled, tilting her head to the side. âAre you okay?â she asked, genuinely concerned.
âY-Yeah, Iâm fine, it's justâŚYou look so much like a doll, it feels a bit unreal.â It wasnât a total lie because Yeosang did look like one of those dolls you begged your mom for, but since they were way too expensive, you had to settle for a cheaper version. But it wasnât the full truth either. It wouldnât have been appropriate to just flat out say, âI was actually daydreaming about us making out.â Because that would be weird and probably scare Yeosang away.
Yeosang giggled, hiding her pretty smile behind her hands. The sound was like music to Seonghwaâs ears. She needed to pull herself together if she was going to finish properly. Each second she sat here breathing in the same air as Yeosang, her sanity decreased. Any minute, the bomb would explode, and all of her feelings would spill out onto everything.
Seonghwa put down the rest of the lip gloss tubes, keeping her favorite strawberry gloss in hand. âThis was the perfect choice!â She spoke, trying to sound put together but failing miserably. The daydream still lingered in the back of her mind as she focused on Yeosang's lips.
They were perfect. Kissable. Suckable. Biteable. She wanted her so bad.
Seonghwa slicked pink-tinted gloss across the expanse of Yeosangâs bottom lip, gliding the soft sponge until her lips glistened.
âPress your lips together like this,â Seonghwa demonstrated for her, watching her follow directions. She filled in the spots until Yeosangâs lips were evenly coated in the sticky substance.
âOkay, close your eyes now.â Seonghwa grabbed a hand mirror from her drawer, holding the mirror in front of Yeosangâs face.
âNow open!â She exclaimed.
Yeosang's eyes opened, looking over every detail of her face. Her face brightened, lips curling into a huge smile.
âOh my god! I love it so much!â Yeosang exclaimed. âThank you, Unnie!!â Yeosang dove forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Seonghwaâs neck. Both of their bodies shifted backwards in the chair, nearly falling to the floor.
Seonghwa hugged her back immediately, dropping the mirror. Her arms curled around Yeosangâs lower back, squeezing her dongsaeng tightly.
âIâm glad you love it, Dolly.â
Yeosang pulled away, settling back down into the seat. She was clearly mesmerized by herself. Newfound confidence blooming inside of her.
âD-do you think you could teach me moreâŚsomeday?â Yeosang inquired timidly. Seonghwa was on the verge of exploding. How could she say no?Â
âI would be happy to. Itâs gonna be fun, we can make it like a date!â Seonghwa slipped up, unable to catch herself. âA girlâs date, I mean! Only if you wantâŚ.âShe quickly followed up.
Silence hung between them. Both girls held each other's gaze. Seonghwa couldnât back track now, and a part of her didnât want to. She would be lying to herself if she said she regretted taking the first step. Her boldness is what got her where she is now, seeing her crush happy, and realizing that her feelings ran deeper than she initially thought. Yes, her mind did think of making out with Yeosang more than once during this. Aside from that, she could see herself spending time with Yeosang, having deep conversations well into the night, going on cute picnics, and trying out the new coffee shop on campus. Seonghwa wanted to take the time out to genuinely get to know Yeosang and learn about her on a deeper level. If it led to more, she would accept it, but if not, at least she gained a friend in the process.
âI would love that,â Yeosang finally spoke up. âI mean, making it a date.â She shyly tucked her hair behind her ears, trying to make herself smaller next to Seonghwa.
Seonghwa's eyes lit up with excitement. âThen itâs a date.â
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