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(롱샷).ᐟ K.OY x fem!reader
IN WHICH — Ohyul loves to sneak you into his room when everyone's asleep. Unfortunately, one night, you two got caught red-handed by Woojin, who casually barged in when the two of you were in the middle of something.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. making out . Woojin caught you devouring each other . and Ryul being a menace .
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1,1k —fluff, slightly suggestive.
ᢉ𐭩 The atmosphere of the dorm was calm and quiet —only the busy sound of the city outside was heard as white noise lulling everyone deeper into their slumber in their soft mattresses.
Except for you, though, you were tiptoeing your way to your second bedroom —Ohyul's room.
The complete silence of the dorm was disturbed by a clicking sound coming from Ohyul's door. There he was, poking he's head through the door, looking left and right, making sure nobody else was there.
Once you were inside his room, you were immediately pinned to the hard surface of the door as his lips hungrily collided with yours. It took no time for you to melt into the kiss, pulling him deeper as your fingers gripped his hair.
"We shouldn't be making this much noise." You muttered after pulling away from the kiss.
Ohyul has been sneaking you into his room while the other residents of the dorm remain clueless about this. The thing is, Ohyul doesn't know how to do it quietly —he would push you onto the wall, creating a thud sound, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut on wild nights.
You were questioning the other members, like... how did they not hear any of this?
Ohyul's lips were back on yours, completely ignoring your concern. His hands traveled down to your hip, gripping the bare skin underneath the silk material before lifting your body.
You put your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss while you were on it. He slowly placed you onto the soft mattress of his bed, caging you underneath him as he kept on devouring your lips.
"I love you so much." He muttered in between kisses.
The sneaking started just after the group got their own dorm. You always have something going on with Ohyul since trainee days, and things escalated on the night of your debut.
That day, you caught Ohyul glancing at you the whole day. The tension between the two of you became unbearable, and on that very night, you two broke the tension, letting buried feelings take over your bodies as your lips connected for the first time. Every night has been a mission to not get caught ever since.
Well, until this night.
Click...
"Hyung, have you seen my—"
You froze, Ohyul's lips stopped their rhythm.
The silence was thick, it was almost suffocating. You slowly turned your head to the source of the voice to find Woojin standing still, his mouth agape mid-talk —then you looked away from the door, burying your head under a pillow.
On top of you, Ohyul sighs. He turned his head to Woojin without moving his body from on top of yours.
"What?" Ohyul casually said with a slightly annoyed tone.
Woojin blinked, swallowed, then scratched his nape while looking everywhere but the bed.
"Uh- my sweater— nevermind." Woojin muttered.
The poor boy was very flustered at the sight in front of him. He knew both of you liked each other, but he didn't know that the two of you were far ahead of him.
"On the couch. Living room." Ohyul stated, earning a shaky nod from the younger boy before he closed the door with a soft click.
Ohyul sighed once again. He grabbed the pillow that was covering your flustered face before he cupped your jaw, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.
"When will they learn to knock..." He whispered to himself.
You looked into his eyes, clearly seeing his annoyance in them.
"I'm going to sleep, okay?" You said, caressing his cheek with your thumb.
Ohyul shook his head before burying his face on your chest.
"Sleep here. Everyone will know by the morning anyway." He said, voice muffled by the material of your pajamas.
It was true —knowing Woojin, he wouldn't keep his mouth shut around the other members. So if they all would know anyway, why bother going to your room if you can be here, in his arms?
"Alright." You muttered into his hair.
You were flustered, sure. But you also felt content because if the whole group knew, it meant no more sneaking. The thing is, it was the teasing that you couldn't stand, and it happened immediately in the morning after.
You were eating cereal silently on the kitchen counter while scrolling through your phone, then Ryul showed up with a stupid smirk on his face, earning an eye roll from you as you kept on munching your cereal.
"So you got caught red-handed ~" he cooed.
"Shut up." You spat, taking your bowl to eat it peacefully in the living room. Ryul tailed you, still with the annoying smirk planted on his face.
"You know, we knew you snuck into each other's room every night." He stated.
You froze, slowly turning your head to glare at him. He scoffed at you before flopping himself on the couch next to you.
"Don't look at me like that. It's your boyfriend's fault he couldn't keep his mouth shut." He said, emphasizing the word 'boyfriend'. Looking at your flustered face before leaning in closer to your ear. "The walls are thin, you know." He whispered.
You punched his sides, earning a half-laugh, half-groan from him. You were super embarrassed, knowing the fact that probably everyone in the dorm heard things they should not be hearing.
Just as you were about to throw another punch, Ohyul shows up, still half asleep, glaring at the two of you in what seems like jealousy.
Ryul threw his hand up in defense. "She's all yours." He said.
"Fuck off," Ohyul said in annoyance.
Once Ryul left the room, Ohyul immediately sat down next to you, already stealing your cereal as one of his hands snuck on your waist.
"You're up early." He said, hugging you from the side as he snuck his face to your neck.
"I was starving." You chuckled. He turned on the TV, still snuggling with you as you ate your cereal.
"I swear to god." A voice said.
Woojin rolled his eyes at the sight. He did not want to face both of you, especially after what he saw last night. Yet here he is, once again at the crime scene, looking at you being all lovey-dovey.
"Get used to it," Ohyul stated without even looking at Woojin, earning an annoyed groan from him and a giggle from you.
Since that 'incident', Ryul wouldn't stop teasing the two of you. Woojin keeps being the victim, always there when the two of you are showing affection.
Then there's Louis, who's completely unaware, and all of you planned on keeping it that way.
ᢉ𐭩 You came home all bruised up from a fight, as Seongje tended to your wounds, buried feelings started to flow through each other's lips. Most importantly, what would happen to those who stained your pretty face with blood?
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ᢉ𐭩 Ohyul loves to sneak you into his room when everyone's asleep. Unfortunately, one night, you two got caught red-handed by Woojin, who casually barged in when the two of you were in the middle of something.
♡﹒ryul
Never Let Go — angst, fluff, slightly suggestive.
ᢉ𐭩 You and Ryul were inseparable. Late nights together talking shits about the show you're watching, those drunk nights where he would take care of you, or the extra time you'd spent together after practice. But one misunderstanding and an argument ruined it all.
Stay the Night — very suggestive, fluff, (MDNI).
ᢉ𐭩 When your car broke down on the side of the road, your best friend, who happens to be a mechanic, came to rescue you. Some kisses here and there lead to him asking you to stay the night.
♡﹒woojin
...coming soon...
♡﹒louis
Lucid — Fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 Destiny has been giving you clues about the man in your dreams.
ᢉ𐭩 Trapped in a forced marriage to your dangerous, blackmailing cousin Seojun, you strike an alliance with his bitter rivals, the Hala clan, led by the captivating captain Hongjoong. Instead of becoming their hostage, you agree to act as their inside spy to take Seojun down.
(약한영웅).ᐟ G.SJ x fem!reader
IN WHICH — You came home all bruised up from a fight, as Seongje tended to your wounds, buried feelings started to flow through each other's lips. Most importantly, what would happen to those who stained your pretty face with blood?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W: violence . mention of drinking . swearings . kissing . mention of smoking .
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1,7k —fluff, ??? to lovers.
ᢉ𐭩 "You envy me that much, huh?"
That sentence earned you a fist planted to your jaw, sending you falling to the dirty ground. You looked down at your hands, which were clutching some dirt on the pavement, quietly laughing.
"You crazy bitch." Han Yeri, your accidental enemy, muttered.
That was all you needed. You threw some dirt right at her face, making her cough and rub her eyes. You quickly stood up, pulling on her hair, then slamming her face onto your knee over and over again.
Her hand was clutching your red windbreaker, sometimes punching on your sides to try and earn herself freedom. But you were stubborn, you kept on demolishing her face out of abomination and alcohol intoxication.
Blood oozing from her nose, staining your jeans, and that only made your anger bloom into something more lethal.
You pushed her, pinning her on the wall as you gripped her throat, not allowing a single breath inside it. Yeri clutched your hand tightly, her nails scratching on your skin as blood surfaced from beneath.
"Just accept the fact that I'm better, Yeri. And you're a piece of shit, that's why they dislike you." You spat.
You knew very well why she ambushed you —it was about popularity overall. She just can't accept the fact that you were better, prettier, and stronger than her.
She laughed bitterly, even though it was hard for her to breathe, she still managed to insult you.
"You're dead, Y/n." She blurted.
That's when you heard it —footsteps coming toward the two of you. You looked at the source of the sound, only to be greeted with a throbbing pain on you jaw, you fell on the ground.
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The corridor leading to your apartment was eerily quiet —your limping feet dragged your heavy body throughout the chill atmosphere surrounding you.
Your fingers traced the surface of the digital lock, earning a beep once you entered the correct numbers. It was dark inside —there was no sense of life that could be identified inside your apartment. You continued your journey to your bedroom with a pained sigh.
Your bedroom door clicked, allowing you inside.
"Where have you been?" A very familiar voice greeted.
On your bed, sat Geum Seongje with his phone clutched in both hands, his fingers rapidly clicking on the screen. You were not surprised at all. He always does this, getting into your apartment as if he owns the place. You didn't even know how he got the passcode, but you already gave up on guessing —he had his ways, and you didn't bother to question more.
Your relationship with him was something you couldn't explain to yourself. He was neither your friend nor your enemy —one day, you were beating up one of his underlings because they apparently stepped on your pack of cigs —your very last pack of cigs.
You hate fighting, but that day, everything seems to piss you off, and then your precious pack of nicotine got crushed underneath someone's filthy shoes. You couldn't just stay still and shrug it off, especially in this economy.
That was when he decided to invade your life.
It took no time for the kids at your school to know about this because sometimes he would be waiting for you outside the gates of your school, smoking in his Kanghak uniform, leaning back against the wall, unbothered by the stares.
You didn't know why you let him smoothly get into your life like this —it all happened naturally, and it took you no time to get used to it.
You left his question hanging in the thin air, heading straight to the bathroom instead, seeing his face only made your headache worse.
After changing into a new set of clothes and washing your face, you opened the bathroom door and immediately collided with something hard —Seongje was standing in front of the door the whole time.
"What the fuck? You creep." You shoved him to the side as you limped your way to the bed.
Seongje had noticed your unusual silence —you'd say anything to roast him each time he breaks into your place, so he knew something was wrong, especially when you came home later than usual.
He joined you on the bed, and under the dim lighting, he noticed the dried blood on your face, the way a dark purple-ish mark on your cheekbone silently grows.
His fingers caught your face at a hurried pace, making you wince and let out a pained groan from the way he's holding your face. His eyebrows furrowed, quietly scanning your face, searching for more cuts and bruises.
"Who did this?" His tone was calm, but deep down, you know that he was incensed.
It was once again an unusual sight to see you all bruised up and bloodied —you hated fights, and always avoided getting into one. But your red knuckles showed that you fought back, your face contorted in anger and annoyance, the way you limped all the way to your apartment.
You looked like you almost killed someone.
"None of your business." You sharply stated, shoving his hand away from your face, pulling on the blanket as you covered the bottom half of your body.
"Okay, at least clean those shits up first before bed?" He said, already walking to your bathroom to grab some wet towels and bandages.
Holding a first aid kit in his hand, he sat down on the edge of the bed, rummaging through the box, and picking up an ointment. His hands found your face, holding it in place as he cleaned the dried blood off your busted lips.
"Are those pricks from your school?" He asked, demanding that you tell him everything.
You let out a defeated sigh. You knew he would not stop asking you if you didn't tell him right away, and so you did. You told him every single detail from the hangout with your friend, to beating up Han Yeri, and then getting beaten up by her boyfriend. In the end, you won anyway, sending both Yeri and her boyfriend scrambling away from you.
You kept on rambling about the fight, leaning against the headboard as you let Seongje do whatever to your face. Then you abruptly stopped talking.
Your heart skipped a beat, you just realized how close his face was to yours, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the way his fingers gently touch your skin. You were suddenly aware of everything surrounding you.
You were always confused as to why you let this man around you —you liked being alone in your space, unbothered by anyone. But as the day goes by, you actually enjoy his existence near yours, even though you would never admit it.
Sometimes your heart would stop when he looked into your eyes, the way his voice turns soft when he talks to you, the way smoke flies through his lips into thin air. You noticed everything, every single detail of him, you didn't know why.
On the other hand, Seongje had noticed your eyes lingering on his lips. He could feel blood rushing to the tips of his ears.
His intentions from the start were clear —he was very interested in you, the way you fought was very swift, as if you were dancing lethally, every move was calculated, and he couldn't help but find it very attractive.
It was a little crush at first, then he started to follow you around, hanging out with you on your apartment building's rooftop, smoking together under the fluorescent moonlight.
Then it turned to something more —his feelings for you grew into something he couldn't quite name, something he is not familiar with at all.
He started to notice everything about you —the way your hair swayed when you walked in front of him, the way your cheek would turn pinkish under the heat of the weather, the way your nails were freshly polished black every week, and most importantly, the way your lips move when you talk.
At this point, he has stopped cleaning your wounds. Both of you were looking deeply into each other's eyes, both of your bodies froze before slowly leaning in, closing the gap between you.
The kiss was slow —as if he was afraid to hurt you, the towel that was once clutched in his hand had long forgotten as his hands crept up your nape, slowly pulling you in deeper into the kiss.
Once the two of you pulled apart, his lips ghosted yours as his breath fanned your lips, sending shivers down your spine.
He cupped your face, searching for your eyes before he spoke in a serious tone.
"I'll ruin her face in exchange for her staining yours."
You looked deep into his eyes, you could see the fury in them, and you knew very well he meant every word —he'd do that without holding back.
Since that night, everything changed. You knew very well what your relationship with him has become without admitting it with words.
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It was a usual Saturday afternoon for you —you made yourself a bowl of acai, then watched White Chicks as you ate it on the couch.
Then you heard the front door click open, you didn't need to look to know who it was. You continued to eat your acai bowl, then you felt the couch dip beside you.
When you look at him, you immediately stop chewing —this time, it was him who came home all bruised up, just like how you were the other night, the only difference is he came home with a wide grin.
"Yeri shouldn't be a problem now. And I made her boyfriend break up with her." He stated proudly with a stupid grin engraved on his face.
You were frozen with a spoon stuck in your mouth.
"You went that far...?" You trailed.
You were very impressed, to be honest. The fact that your now boyfriend would do anything to keep you away from violence is remarkable. You love it.
That afternoon, you spent your time with him, tending to his wounds, watching movies till midnight, then cuddling each other to sleep.
Since then, nobody dares to look at you, even for less than three seconds. And Yeri? Well, she's basically trash now —nobody cares about her anymore, she became a joke for all the kids at your school.
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(고르티스).ᐟ E.SH x fem!reader
Ft. Hwang Minhyun
IN WHICH —What happens to Seonghyeon when his crush kissed another man in front of him and thousands of other people?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. reader kissing another man, actress 6th member!reader, reader is older than Seonghyeon, jealous!Seonghyeon.
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2,1k —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 "You're just going to leave? Again?!"
You glared at the man in front of you, standing with his back facing you on the wet pavement, as the rain hammered on the roof, soaking both of you. Your eyes were glistening with tears, both hands were clutched on your sides as an act to suppress your anger.
"Stop running for once and face me!"
You took a step closer to him, then another step, until you were right behind him. You lifted your hand to pull him in, to make him face you and say something, but your hand hovered on his damp shirt, too afraid to even make contact.
You retracted your hand, once again clutching it as you sobbed behind him, hiding your face in your clutched hands.
"I couldn't... there's no way I could face you after all those things I did..."
He turned to face you anyway, eyes red, filled with tears, staring down at his feet.
You looked up at him, your body shivering from the cold rain and from the anger inside of you after those words he said.
"You're a coward... You're such a fucking coward!" You snapped.
You ran your fingers across your hair as you tried to control your sobs. You looked everywhere around you, laughing bitterly in between sobs as the rain continued to pour down on you.
He finally looked at you, eyes filled with sorrow, filled with guilt. He was silent, just looking at you as if it were the last time he would be seeing you. Then his hands caught your shivering shoulder, making you focus on him, just him.
You wanted to say something, but your mouth was just opening and closing, unable to let out a single sound. Your eyes met with his, looking at each other deeply as his hold on your shoulder tightened.
Then his cold lips meet yours, soft and delicate under the moonlight. You were shocked, eyes wide as your lips stayed still.
"I'm sorry..."
He whispered, his breath fanned your lips when he pulled away just a little. You could only look at him —your mind couldn't comprehend what just happened.
Then he let go of your shoulder, taking a step back without breaking eye contact as a single tear rolled down his cheek. A single step turned into two, then three, then he turned around and walked away, leaving you there, frozen still under the fluorescent light of the moon, as the heavy rain clouded your vision.
Then he was gone before you knew it.
• • •
"And... Cut! Good job, Y/n and Minhyun!"
The rain stopped, the tears stopped, and everyone was cheering behind the cameras. The shoot has officially ended.
Minhyuk walked back to you, giving you a towel with a bright smile.
"Great job, Y/n." He smiled
"You too, Minhyun-ssi!" You replied, taking the towel and wrapping it around your shivering wet body.
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You've changed into a new set of dry clothes and went straight to your members who were chilling on a bench near the set. They have been coming to the filming set to see and cheer on you —it was your first drama ever after all.
But you were nervous, because it was kinda awkward to act in front of them, especially that last scene where you were kissed by your partner, you knew they would make fun of you and would always bring it up on every occasion.
Just like now.
"Ooh, our star is here!" James was the first one to spot you.
You give him a look before sitting down next to Seonghyeon on the bench.
"Y/n, I can bravely face you too, so can I kiss you now?"
Martin made a kissy face, holding your shoulder, pulling you in. But you shoved his face away from yours, laughing at his ridiculous face.
"Ew, that's disgusting," Seonghyeon said beside you, making a stank face as he looked at Martin disgustingly.
"Someone's jealous." Martin shrugged.
It was true, though, Seonghyeon was indeed very jealous. Not jealous of Martin, but jealous because you, his ultimate crush, got kissed by another man, and the fact that you will probably get kissed by different guys in the future, too.
You've been his crush since trainee days. You were so pretty, too pretty, that it was shocking news for you to debut with them. Your looks were what you'd see in K-Dramas —Soft, delicate, and romantic.
So Seonghyeon was not so surprised when you got offered to be in a romance drama six months after your debut —you were really fitting for the role.
He was so happy for you, but the dread was killing him slowly, especially after seeing you being kissed by someone who was not him.
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The dorm was dark, the only source of light and sounds was from the TV, as everyone was huddled together on the couch in the living room, watching your debut in the K-Drama industry.
You all had agreed to spend a whole day only to watch it, and today was the day.
"Whoa, your acting is so good, Y/n." Keonho said.
He wouldn't stop yapping and praising you every time you came up on the scene, which was most of it. You found it really cute that everyone was very dedicated to watching it, not even a single phone in sight the whole time.
"For real, especially that last scene where you cried so hard under the rain? I was so impressed." James praised, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.
"That scene is right after this scene." You spoiled.
They cheered after you said that, waiting for the most insane scene in history for them —even the fans went crazy over that scene. But you were so not ready for that scene, you felt flustered already by just remembering it.
Then, finally it came, the scene everyone was excited for.
You saw yourself crying and yelling in the rain, and you were kinda impressed by your own acting, to be honest.
Martin was biting his fingers, too focused on watching. Juhoon's mouth was agape because of that scene, James grinning like a maniac, but he was actually super proud and excited. Keonho was already tearing up from your acting.
And Seonghyeon... well, he looked pissed for some reason.
You've noticed how silent he has been the whole time, but you didn't think much of it, because sometimes he just couldn't control his face, so you shrugged it off.
While in reality, he was holding back jealousy. Seeing you in a romantic relationship with another person, even though it's fictional, still made him jealous.
The kiss happened before all of you could process, everyone was cheering like they were watching a baseball competition or something, and you were hiding under the blanket, too embarrassed to look at all of them.
Seonghyeon giggled at your flustered state. He always thought you being shy was the cutest thing ever, and for a second, he forgot you were flustered because you kissed another man.
"AAAH THEY'RE KISSING!" James yelled, pointing at the screen, which was paused.
The room immediately became chaotic, just from that one simple scene. Everyone was yelling while running around the room as if celebrating. You could only hide yourself further inside the blanket, your cheeks hot as blood rushed into it.
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Later that night, they all went straight to bed since it was already midnight when you all finished all of the episodes.
You couldn't sleep, you were still flustered and everything. But most importantly, your mind kept drifting to Seonghyeon.
He was your closest friend among all the members, and just like everyone said, a boy and a girl couldn't be just friends forever. It was true, you've realized a long time ago that you have a growing feeling toward Eom Seonghyeon himself.
Unbeknownst to you, Seonghyeon does too. So both of you were just stuck in this cycle
You sighed, throwing the blanket off of you, and went to the kitchen to grab some water.
Seonghyeon was already there, holding a glass of water himself as his other hand scrolled through his phone. When he looked up, he spotted you walking towards him.
Your eyes met each others.
"Water?" He said, lifting up his glass to offer you some.
You smiled, making your way next to him and grabbing the glass from his hand — it had become a normal thing for you and the other members to share food and drinks from the same plates and glasses.
"Why are you still awake, Hyeonnie?" You asked, sipping the water before putting it on the counter behind you.
He looked at you —the dark was visible beneath his eyes, showing clearly that he was tired and sleepy. He is, in fact, tired and sleepy, very. But the thing is, he was restless, his mind kept replaying the scene over and over again, and he was pissed.
So that's why he was hanging out in the kitchen with his own thoughts, trying to erase the image of you and Minhyun from his brain, but no matter what he does, it's still there, refusing to fade away. And it only got worse when he saw you coming out of your room and making your way to the kitchen.
"I couldn't sleep." He stated simply, as if it were the most normal thing ever, when in fact, it was a rare occasion.
You looked at him questioningly. He could fall asleep easily, especially due to how hectic Cortis's schedule was —you knew something was on his mind.
"Something's on your mind?" You directly asked, earning a gulp from him beside you.
Seonghyeon sighs. This was the one thing he's bad at —masking his emotions. It was clearly written on his face that he was frustrated.
And before he could even think of an answer to your question, you were already ahead of him.
"Is it because of that scene?" You turned your body to face him fully.
He looked at you, the tips of his ears felt hot, and his throat felt dry. His mouth kept opening to say something, but he couldn't muster up a single word.
In front of him, you chuckled at his state. Even with the dim light of the kitchen, the red on his cheeks was very visible in your eyes.
You took a single step forward, earning a small gasp from him as you looked up at him. He could only blink, his lips parting from the gasp. He didn't know what to do —his mind instantly went blank and fuzzy after you got too close.
You smiled, then looked at your feet, biting your lips as you rethought your decision. Then you looked back at him, standing on your toes as you pecked his lips softly.
...
"What... was that for?" He quietly said, his eyes half lidded as his heart beat kept increasing.
You retrieved the water from the counter, sipping some water before answering him.
"So you could get some sleep." You said, as if it was the most normal thing ever, before continuing. "So you wouldn't think of the scene."
He blinked, once, twice. Then his hand found your shoulder, turning you to once again face him.
You looked at him, almost scared. You thought he was mad that you kissed him —your mind was everywhere on the negative side as your grip on the glass tightened.
"I almost died..." He trailed. "Now I wouldn't be able to sleep because you kissed me..." His face was beyond flushed now, his eyes teary from the fluttering feeling in his heart.
You stared at him with your mouth agape. The reality just hit you, your own face is as flushed as his now. You didn't know what had gotten into you. Where did the confidence come from?
"Seonghyeon—"
You were about to explain yourself before getting abruptly interrupted.
In the blink of an eye, his lips were already crushing into yours. It caught you off guard —you were frozen still, unable to move any single one of your limbs, as your eyes were widely open.
His lips stayed longer than he intended —he just couldn't help it, especially after he felt your soft lips for the first time. He tought,
So this is what it felt like.
You finally melt into the kiss, closing your eyes as your hands cup his jaw. His hands were still on your shoulder, unmoving, as the kiss lasted a little bit longer.
When both of you finally pulled apart, the tension was thick, as if you could cut it with a scissor or something. Both of your faces were red under the fluorescent lighting.
"Now I can sleep peacefully." He said, caressing your flushed cheek before giggling at your embarrassed face.
Let's just say, ever since that night, each time you were called to play in a drama where you had to kiss another man, later after that exact night, Seonghyeon would wipe away the kiss and plant a new one onto your lips.
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(고르티스).ᐟ C.YF x fem!reader
ft. Rodrick Heffley
IN WHICH —You were so high above heaven at Rodrick’s party. And when you’re getting too high, it was James who brought you back down.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. (MDNI)! Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, curse and swear words, making out, there's a scene that's heavily inspired by the series "Skins".
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ᢉ𐭩 Your room looked entirely abnormal.
You were lying on the floor, hands stretched up, reaching for the ceiling above you. Your eyes were blurry as your pupils dilated— you were high. Very high.
You glanced at the clock sitting on your bedside table —it was 9 PM. You were supposed to get ready for Rodrick's party at his house because his parents and siblings were out of town for the whole week. But then a specific pill bottle caught your eye as you were trying to do your hair.
So here you are, completely in your own dark underworld.
Then the annoying buzz from your phone disturbed your euphoric moment.
"Fuck..."
You lifted your body, which felt really heavy, up from the cold surface of the floor. You swayed on your feet as you grabbed your phone from your bed, you looked at the screen to see Rodrick's name on it.
Right, you were supposed to be there at 8.
You picked up and lifted your phone to your ear, getting ready for some loud party shit happening on the other end.
"For fuck's sake Y/n, where the fuck are you?" He screamed through the speaker.
"Chill out. I'm literally on my way there, heffley." You scramble across the room, looking for your wallet and a pack of cigarettes, which would usually just be lying around somewhere in your room.
"Yeah, yeah, don't you bullshit me now. It's not like you need an hour to get to my house. And you're high already? Fuckin' seriously?" You flinched at his tone. Man, he was pissed.
You were trying so hard to put on your shoes while keeping your phone to your ear with your shoulder, which was super hard considering your body felt like it was floating.
"Shut up, I'm almost there."
And with that, you hung up on him.
You were just a normal teenager —If being high 24/7, needing to smoke just like how you need to breathe, and always present at every party your friends throw means normal, then you are certainly a normal teenager.
Rodrick was your closest friend, well, you don't know if he felt the same way or not, but you two were always together in every scene possible. You're in the same band, same parties, and same neighborhood.
So, it shouldn't have taken you more than 10 minutes just to get to his house.
You were walking on the sidewalk as the fluorescent light of the moon illuminated the road, with a cigarette burning in between your fingers, adding some warmth to the cold night.
Then you see it, the chaos of the party from outside of your best friend's house —Flashing lights coming out of the windows, muffled rock music from inside, cups thrown everywhere on the grass in front of his house, and someone making out on the stairs leading to his front door.
Gross.
You made your way to his front door, ignoring the couple on your way there. Once you opened it, the smell of weed and alcohol was very present, attacking your nostrils in a somewhat pleasant way.
You thought you would be having a blast tonight, but that was until you saw him.
James.
Saying his name was already a nuisance to you, and now, he was the first person you saw at this party. Great, just great.
"Hey! Look who's here."
James made his way to you and immediately slung his arms around your shoulder.
"Ugh. Fuck off." You sigh, rolling your eyes at him.
You and James weren't necessarily enemies— It's just that he would always annoy you every time he spotted you. Also, his 'fan girls,' who were super crazy over him, would literally dig holes in your body with their eyes whenever they spot you with him.
And that's clearly what happened right now as he led you through the crowd looking for Rodrick.
You dislike being in the spotlight, and being with James means being in the spotlight with him. He's not a bad company, he's actually super fun to be with when he forgets to annoy you —which rarely happens.
It's just the additional company he brings with him unintentionally that makes him a nuisance.
You spot Rodrick in the kitchen, trying to talk to a girl who's clearly not into it.
"Yo, Rick!" James greeted him, taking your cigarette from your finger before walking to Rodrick.
"Jerk..." You cursed under your breath as you also made your way to Rodrick.
That girl he was trying to talk to completely lost interest when James walked in. Rodrick could only sigh as the girl went and sent a flirty wave to James.
"Damn it, James. Leave some girls for me, will you?"
Rodrick was frustrated because James would always be there and ruin it whenever he was trying to get laid.
James took a puff from your cig, then laughed at Rodrick's desperate face.
"Man. It ain't my fault that every girl is obsessed with me." James confidently stated.
"She's a girl, and she's certainly not obsessed with you." Rodrick pointed at you as you sat on top of the counter.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing a random bottle on the counter and completely bottoming it down.
"She will. Watch me." James said, winking at you before leaving the two of you to join some other friends.
"Ugh, I can't stand him." You confessed, earning a side eye from your best friend.
"Yeah, right." He scoffed.
You glanced at him, the audacity of him to scoff and say that made you almost gag.
"Fuck you mean by that?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"I mean, look at him. Damn if I were you, I'd fuck him by now." He said, staring at James's figure, who was talking with a random dude on the couch.
"Ew..." That was all you could say. Your eyes told him everything you needed to tell him as you eyed him up and down, earning a shrug from him.
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You were lying on your back in Rodrick's front yard. Everyone was super drunk already, scattered around the house and front yard.
You have taken more pills, and bring a bottle with you there.
The stars looked like it was dancing, then got caught by a giant bear who ate them all at once, leaving you with a plain dark sky. You were already hallucinating as you giggled at the sky.
You felt the grass shifting beside you. When you looked to your side, James was lying beside you, looking at the sky questionably.
"What's so funny? The stars?" He questioned, looking at you, expecting an answer.
"The bear caught them..." You slurred, giggling at the image of a bear eating the stars.
The corner of his lips twitched into a small smile. He finds your giggle cute.
You know, James somehow feels fond of you. He always found himself looking for you at every party he attended, always trying to annoy you just because he liked how you responded to it. You were different from other girls —you didn't chase him, didn't get crazy over him, you didn't try so hard to get his attention, in fact, you didn't even try to.
But you always got his attention anyway.
"You're weird." James laughed, looking back at the sky, who's covered in stars above the two of you.
You, on the other hand, find him confusing. Because being with him felt like dopamine, you crave more of him, especially when you're high. Just like right now.
"Y'know if you want to make out with me, you should do it now. And make it quick." You slurred.
You were already on cloud nine —you couldn't control your mouth and your thoughts.
James laughed once again beside you.
"Why?" He said, still staring at the bright stars.
"Because," You paused. It was already hard for you to breathe at this point. You closed your eyes as you felt your consciousness trying to run away.
"I took a shit load of pills." You stated.
James immediately looked at you, lifting his head a little with furrowed eyebrows.
"What kind of pills?" He urgently asked.
"Oh, you know... Pills." You said, grinning as your eyes remained closed.
That's when your consciousness finally left your body.
"Y/n?"
James sat up, shaking your shoulder. But you didn't budge, your body was completely still, not grinning anymore.
"Oh fuck! RODRICK!"
He lifted you from the grass, running inside the house with you in his arms, searching for your best friend. And once he spotted him, Rodrick was already looking at your motionless body in James's arms.
"For fuck's sake, what did you do to her?!" Rodrick immediately stood up, cupping your cheeks, shaking them.
"I didn't do anything! She said she took a shit load of pills."
At this point, the crowd was looking at the three of you.
Rodrick immediately took his van key and told everyone that the party was over. James carried you to Rodrick's van, keeping you in his arms as Rodrick drove crazily.
He drove on to the sidewalk, almost hit a pole, and almost sent everyone to hell by hitting the brake too hard when he spotted the hospital.
"Quick! Take her inside!" Rodrick yelled, trying to open the driver's door, which unfortunately won't budge.
"What the fuck will I say to them?!" James argued.
There's no way he told them that you overdosed at a party —that would send all of them to jail instantly. They're teenagers after all.
"I don't know?! Fucking improvise, James!" Rodrick spat back, still trying to open his door with brute force.
That's when James felt you move, a sigh escaped your mouth as your eyes fluttered open. James looked at you, letting out a sigh, both disappointed and relieved.
Rodrick finally got the door open, then he hurriedly made his way to James's side.
"Come on, dude?! We're not letting her die. Not at my party." He said, opening the door, not realizing that you're awake already.
"I'm not dying. Yet." You quietly said, lifting your hand to cover your eyes.
James threw his head back, his hands clutching your waist unconsciously from the anxiety.
Rodrick looked at you, dumbfounded, his mouth agape, trying to process all of this.
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"I can't believe I fucking ended the party for this." Rodrick groaned while driving.
You were on your way back to his house, still in James's arms as you rested your head on his chest.
"At least I know how much you care now, Heffley." You teased.
When you finally reached his house, James carried you into the house.
"She can walk, Twat." Rodrick gagged at you two.
"No. No, I can't." You snuggled more into James's chest as he walked.
"You heard her," James smirked at Rodrick, who immediately stopped in his tracks. Rodrick made a disgusted face before catching up to the two of you.
Once you got inside, James placed you on the couch. The house was a mess, with bottles and trash everywhere.
"So, sleepover?" Rodrick sat beside you with a bag of chips in his hand.
"Yep." You and James both said in unison.
Once again, Rodrick looked disgusted at both of you.
"Ew? Did you guys make out or something earlier?" He asked, looking at both of you while munching on his chips.
"We didn't. But now that you say it... Where were we?" James looked you in the eyes.
The reality immediately slapped you in the face. The hazy memory of the two of you in the front yard came rushing back in. You slowly turned your head to him, pressing your lips into a thin line as you scratched your nape.
"Yeah... that. I was out of it, you know...?" You nervously chuckled, earning a smug smirk from him.
"I don't mind. In fact, I do want to make out with you." James shamelessly stated.
You and Rodrick stared at him with your mouths agape like he was a maniac.
James chuckled, leaning closer to you as he held your jaw, pulling you closer to him. You were so close that your noses brushed against each other, you could feel his breath fanned you lips before he finally closed the gap.
His lips moved slowly as you follow his pace, your hand crept up his nape, pulling him in deeper.
"I SWEAR TO GOD! IM STILL HERE YA'LL?" Rodrick yelled behind you, earning a giggle from you as James smiled into the kiss.
James's hand found its way inside your shirt, roaming through your back, feeling your soft skin under it.
"I can't with you guys." Rodrick sighs, making his way out of the living room as the stomp his way upstairs. leaving you and James to your business.
(롱샷).ᐟ K.R x fem!reader
IN WHICH —When your car broke down on the side of the road, your best friend, who happens to be a mechanic, came to rescue you. Some kisses here and there lead to him asking you to stay the night.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. Curse words and swearings, kissing, and making out, hints of sex (MDNI) —better safe than sorry.
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ᢉ𐭩 How the fuck did you get into this shitty situation?
You were supposed to be heading home from your friend's party instead of being stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
It was a beach party, you were dressing up for a beach party.
That includes— super short, low-waisted jeans that literally show the curve of your butt, a plain black bikini covered in a see-through tank top, and a pair of high-heeled boots.
Then, halfway through the journey to your house, your car decided that it was a great night to be stranded on a highway when you're wearing an absolutely inconvenient outfit. You didn't even bring any jackets.
I'm such a dumb fuck...
You sigh, slamming your head onto the steering wheel.
You were scared, obviously. What if there's someone already eyeing you right now? What if they're a serial killer? What if you die in such an uncool way?
At least I'll die in fashion.
You could only think of one thing—calling Ryul and asking him to pick you up. But you've been trying to come up with a second choice. Ryul can be a menace to be around, and the thought of him seeing you in such revealing clothes made you shiver— either he made fun of you or seduced you as if his life depended on it.
It has been more than ten minutes, and you still haven't come up with another way. So yeah, you called him.
Grabbing your phone from your bag, which sat peacefully on the passenger side, you rushedly typed his contact name and clicked on it once you found it.
Bringing your phone up to your ear, you chewed on your nails as a sign of stress. You looked around your surroundings. Fortunately, you didn't see anyone near you, only a few cars driving by, and you hoped it would stay like that until Ryul picked you up.
Only if he picked you up, though. If not, then you'll die there. Alone.
After a few beeps from your phone, he finally picked up.
"Fuck you want Y/n?"
Ryul said groggily, his voice was gruff. You probably woke him up from a good sleep by the way he responded.
"Okay, so... I was just heading home from a party, then my car decides it is time to break down on me, in the middle of the night, no one is literally here. What if a killer is hiding somewhere? What if this is the last time I see the world? So I called you, who happens to be the greatest mechanic of all time..."
You yapped dramatically— you were trying to make him feel bad enough to pick you up.
"Where are you? Send me your location, I'm heading there now."
Wow, that was easier than you thought it would be. You could hear the sound of keys and some things getting thrown on his end.
"Okay. Please hurry up, Ryul." You whimpered. The cold breeze only made you fear more.
Thirty minutes later, a tow truck stopped right in front of your car. It was Ryul.
Thank goodness, finally...
You quickly opened the door and walked up to him, immediately regretting your choices when the cold air hit your body.
Ryul came down from the truck, turning around to you, and he was NOT ready for this kind of sight, in the middle of the night, just after he woke up, and the cold wind seemed to be mocking him.
You were walking to him, more like swaying your hips at him. Your bare legs looked so flawless, especially with those boots, and that damn bikini does nothing to help him. So he could only gape at you as his eyes stripped you down.
You caught him gawking at you, which made you realize that you're basically naked to him. You never wear anything revealing when you're with him, usually a bunch of oversized things that cover your body shape.
His stare made you conscious, so you covered your upper body with your arms, glaring at him in the process.
"PERVERT!"
You yelled, getting him out of his haze. He awkwardly scratched his nape as he looked everywhere but at you.
Then he took off his jacket, handing it to you without a single glance.
"Cover yourself up. Please." His voice was quiet, like he was scared something was going to burst.
You took his jacket, putting it on, and covered your upper body while your legs remained exposed to the cold breeze. You couldn't complain, though, you'd prefer this to being fully exposed.
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The drive to his workshop, which is apparently also his house, was unusually quiet.
Ryul would never shut up— he'd have everything as a topic, bully the hell out of you, or just anything. So it was so weird to see him all quiet.
Was it because it's literally midnight? You doubt so, even when he's tired, he'll find a way to somehow annoy you.
Was it your outfit? Yes. Definitely yes.
You knew that it would somehow have an impact on him, but you didn't know that he was literally fighting demons in his mind, so he doesn't jump and throw himself all over you.
The relationship between the two of you was kinda complicated. You would do things that normal friends do— hangouts, drinking til sunrise, partying here and there.
But on some days, you guys are beyond friends— cuddling on his bed, countless times of almost kissing, straddling his lap after a tiring day, and falling asleep on him.
You two were so down for each other, but both were too dumb to even realize it.
You were shivering on the passenger's seat, arms clutching your body, chasing the warmth. Your legs were crossed, trying your best not to shake from the cold.
Ryul glanced at you, then silently placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it slowly, creating warmth from the friction.
You were taken aback. He didn't even say anything, and it should've been a normal thing for both of you. But the way the street lamps illuminate his face, Chase Atlantic's songs playing on the radio made it so hard not to lose yourself.
So sexy for what?
His focus was on the road, and somehow, that added a significant amount of attractiveness.
Oh boy, you were lost already.
You placed your hand on top of his, who was caressing your bare thigh, earning a glance from him. You glance back at him, your hands traveling from his arm to his shoulder.
"Stop that."
He demanded, his jaws clenched, trying to hold back from stopping there and fuck the shit out of you. But he couldn't do that, not yet at least.
"Stop what?"
You teased, your hand found its way to his nape, making slow circles on the soft surface. He let out a little grumble of protest, eyes furrowing as he tried to keep his focus on the road.
He could feel heat rising through his body, especially down there. His heart was thumping too fast beneath his chest. He ground the pedal, eager to get home fast.
You, on the other hand, were enjoying it. You somehow found it amusing, especially when he tried so hard to keep his composure, the way the veins on his hands popped out when he gripped the steering wheel too hard made you go crazy. It felt like you were winning against him.
You finally reached his workshop. Once he parked the truck, he immediately came down and walked to your side of the car, opening the door and pulling your wrist, leading you to sit on top of one of his vintage cars.
He placed himself between your thighs, pressing his body to you as he snuck his face into the crook of your neck.
You run your hair through his locks, your head tilting to the side so he'd have more room.
"You're going to regret this."
He whispered into your skin as he kissed your jaw down to your neck, his hands roaming your waist to your back as he nibbled the skin of your neck, earning a satisfied groan from you.
That sound only made him even more drunk in you, the desire to fully taste you, feeling his body collide with you, and take you all became unbearable.
He looked up at you, then smashed his lips into yours in a hungry manner, his hand held your nape, pulling you deeper into the messy kiss.
You taste just like how he'd imagined, sweet. So frickin' sweet, it got him addicted.
He placed his thumb on your chin, making you open your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to dance with yours.
A soft moan slips out of your mouth.
That's it, he couldn't hold it anymore.
"You'll have to stay the night." He mumbled into the kiss.
He picked you up without breaking the kiss, your legs instantly locked on his hips as he carried you to his office, which is also his bedroom.
He placed you on his bed as he hurriedly took off his white tank top, then leaned down, taking you back into a kiss.
This time it wasn't as rushed as the first one. His lips move slowly with yours, and your hands roam his toned body.
You guys stayed up all night, full of energy and desires, as the moonlight shone on your broken-down car in front of the workshop, fully neglected.
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The next morning, you woke up without Ryul by your side.
You were wearing an oversized hoodie with nothing underneath except for your underwear. Ryul must've put this on for you.
You made your way outside. Your legs felt like jelly, so you walked slowly, and there he was, in a black tank top that hugged his body perfectly, looking fully focused on your car. The hood was open as he examined the machine.
You walked up to him, hugging him from behind.
"Hey, how's your sleep?" He turned to face you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
"I can't stand." You shamelessly admitted.
Ryul laughed, picking you up yet once again so you wouldn't have to stand up with your wobbly legs.
"Wait for me inside, yeah? Your car should be done in no time." He kissed your nose.
"No, I wanna watch you." You snuggled into his neck.
He chuckled. He finally got to experience your clingy side after years of being a bully to each other.
"Alright, sit here and watch me work."
He sat you down on the hood of one of his cars, then winked at you before going back to work on your car.
Since then, everything shifts between the two of you. What was almost kissing turns into kissing every day. You'd spent most of the time in his workshop, making out, watching him work, or just cuddling.
You were thankful that your car broke down that night.
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(고르티스).ᐟ M.E x fem!reader
IN WHICH — Your boyfriend couldn't contain his excitement when he saw you in his pair of baggy jeans for the first time. He is down so bad.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. Kisses, swearing.
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ᢉ𐭩 Dressing up wasn't really your thing. On a usual day, you'd prefer putting on a random hoodie that's lying on the floor somewhere, some sweat pants, throw on a pair of white sneakers, and call it an outfit.
But today is not a usual day, you and your friends will be going to a music festival your university is hosting and has insisted that you dress 'hip-hop-y'. So here you are right now, checking yourself in the mirror.
You put on a little more makeup than you'd usually wear, style your hair, and wear a cropped red tank top that hugs your body, making your curves visible.
You look hot, especially after putting on some accessories to complete the look.
But just like any other girl, the more you look at yourself, the more you feel that something isn't quite right. You feel like you need to change something, and that's when you decide it's the black sweatpants that don't fit the aesthetics.
So you look around your room, as the speaker hums in the background playing 'Lover, you should've come over' by Jeff Buckley. Your boyfriend is sleeping soundly on your bed, snuggling with your giant teddy bear.
You chuckle at the sight— it's funny to see Martin, who's taller than a skyscraper in your mind, cuddling like a toddler with a giant teddy bear, who looks a lot smaller when he holds it.
Martin is different— he took fashion as a full-time job. His wardrobe is filled with a bunch of different items.
You? Your wardrobe is just filled with a lot of different colored hoodies and t-shirts, maybe some dresses here and there, but that's about it.
You carefully open your wardrobe to look for something to fit, but nothing seems to catch your eye.
I really need to buy new clothes...
You just realized how basic you are, and you don't have any other option than whatever things you have in your wardrobe.
You sigh, closing it carefully. You were hopeless, thinking maybe the sweatpants were not too bad. But it looks like heaven is on your side today, because you saw Martin's jorts lying peacefully on the couch as if it's calling your name, asking to be worn.
You beam when you see it, quickly grab it, and head back to the bathroom to put it on. And once you did, the outfit finally feels complete now.
It's slightly bigger, making it look a little baggy on you, hanging loosely on your hip. It's perfect.
You tiptoe back into your room, sitting on the edge of the bed beside your boyfriend's sleeping figure as you tap on his pinkish cheeks.
"Martin, I'll be going now, okay?"
You whisper into his ear, kissing his soft cheeks.
He lets out a little sound, letting you know that he's listening but still wants to sleep a little longer.
You ruffle his hair, then cover his body with a blanket. You make your way to the front door, your boots making soft thumps as you walk on the wooden floor.
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The festival was crowded— most of the people there looked like they had spent the whole night picking an outfit. You were very thankful for your friend who was literally begging you to dress up, or else, you'd get mistaken for the festival's staff if you wore your usual fit.
It was a fun festival, and most artists you knew came as guests. You and your group went food hunting, took a bunch of selfies with random people, and sang your hearts out.
Until evening greets the festival.
By the end of it, you were exhausted from all the dancing and singing, and your friends were too. You all said goodbye, then parted ways, heading to your own homes.
It was 8 AM by the time you arrived at your apartment, your hair wasn't as styled as before, and your makeup was slightly smudged from the heat.
You opened the front door and were immediately greeted by the smell of fresh pizza. You make your way to the living room, looking for your boyfriend, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a slice of pizza in his hand.
"You're hom—"
Martin couldn't finish his sentence when he saw what you were wearing, his jaw hanging as his mouth agape. He was flabbergasted at the sight.
"Hey tin-ie."
You casually said, as if you didn't just send his soul above to heaven.
It took a second before you noticed him perceiving you. He was eyeing you up and down thoroughly, especially the jorts hanging loosely on your hips, revealing the soft skin of your waist.
You looked back at him dumbfounded.
"...What?"
"Is that my jorts?"
He questioned while still gawking at you, as if the sight in front of him would fade away if he took his eyes off it.
"Oh, yeah. I didn't know what to wear, then I saw yours just lying on the couch. So I wore it." You said matter-of-factly.
You make your way to him, but just as you were about to sit, Martin held your waist, keeping you standing in front of his sitting figure.
"No, No. Stay like this."
He examined you, the way his jorts somehow looked more ravishing when you wore them, the way your tank top hugged your upper body, making you look more stunning.
Then he looked down your hips again.
Other dudes probably gawked at her... The whole day... without me...
He disliked the idea of other men looking at what's his. He'd imagined you got flirted with way too much with this fit, when in fact nobody even dared to come up to you.
"How many guys came up to you today?" He shamelessly asked that question.
You laughed at that question because nobody came up to you, you were too busy having fun with your friends, maybe a couple of photos with other groups of friends, but nothing else besides that.
"Nobody?" You giggled.
"What... But look at you, damn..."
The only one who's gawking right now is him— he probably gawks more than the other dudes at the festival.
You could only giggle at him. He pulled you closer by your waist, hugging your hips as you ruffled his hair.
You can't help it, he's so cute when he's jealous. He's more physical with you when it happens, and you love nothing more than that.
"C'mere"
He pulled you to sit on his lap, then kissed your whole face once you did, earning ticklish giggles from you.
"You really like this fit that much?"
You cupped his jaw, kissing the corner of his lips, resulting in him holding you tighter in place.
"Is it that obvious?" He teased.
You chuckled as he leaned in, kissing your forehead, then your eyelids, then the curve of your nose, both of your cheeks, your jaws, before finally leaning in to kiss your lips.
He gave your lips a bunch of pecks before kissing you properly.
His soft lips danced with yours in a slow, intimate pace. His hands are still holding your waist, making slow circles on the soft surface of your skin. Your arms embraced his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss before pulling apart, your noses touching.
"Please wear my clothes every day." He whispered.
Since then, he insisted on dressing you up, even when there's no occasion whatsoever. He loves how your scent slowly invaded his clothes, how small and cute you looked in his T-shirt.
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