Kpop Addict BinBias (FYI I AM 35 >< Old bean)

The thunder rumbles, a deep, resonant sound that reverberates through your chest. Rain lashes against the expansive bay windows, obscuring the view of the dense forest beyond. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning illuminates the night sky, its brilliant flash revealing a chilling sight - a dark, looming figure standing just outside your windows. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize: he's always watching you.

Your body reacts instinctively to his presence. Your heart races, pounding against your ribcage as if trying to escape. Your breathing becomes rapid and shallow, each breath a struggle against the tightness in your chest. A cold sweat breaks out across your skin, your palms growing clammy. You clench your fists at your sides, desperately trying to control the trembling that courses through your body. It's a familiar reaction, one that overtakes you every time you catch a glimpse of him, no matter how many times you've seen him before.

But what truly unsettles you is not the fear - it's the conflicting emotions that surge through you:

Excitement..Arousal…

You know it's not normal, this liquid fire that courses through your veins at the mere sight of him. Your mind screams danger, but your body betrays you with every quickened heartbeat, every shallow breath. He's been a constant presence for months now, a shadow at the edge of your vision, never approaching, yet never truly absent. Always watching, always waiting. And despite every rational thought, a part of you wonders... what would happen if he finally decided to come closer?…

You've begun to put on little shows for him, teasing him, taunting him. Tonight, you're walking around in nothing but a tiny light blue thong and a black tank top that clings to your curves. Your nipples harden against the thin fabric as you imagine his eyes roaming over your body. It's like you're daring him to come closer, to finally make his move. But what would you really do if he did? The thought sends a jolt of fear through your already rapidly beating heart, but at the same time, you can feel the slickness growing between your folds, your body betraying your conflicted desires.

Your stalker has been in your house before, leaving little tokens of his obsession. A single red rose on your pillow, a handwritten note describing how beautiful you looked that day, always reminding you that he can come and go as he pleases. Yet, you've never seen him face to face. The thought both terrifies and thrills you, sending shivers down your spine. As your mind wanders, your feet seem to have a will of their own, carrying you towards the windows where you know he's waiting.

The man's face is shrouded in darkness, his black hood pulled low over his head. You can only make out the slight curve of his lips - full and sensual. An unbidden image flashes through your mind: those lips on yours, on your neck, trailing down your body. You imagine sucking on that bottom lip, hearing him groan with pleasure. The vivid fantasy snaps you out of your trance, heat rising to your cheeks.

When your stalker slowly smiles at you, a cocky grin spreading across his face, you force yourself to wrench your lips up in disgust. You flip him the bird, your heart pounding as you wonder if he can see through your act. With a deliberate sway of your hips, you saunter off to your bedroom, feeling his eyes burning into your back.

You may secretly revel in his attention, may crave the dangerous thrill he brings to your life, but he will never know that. Never. Or so you tell yourself, even as your body aches for his touch and your mind races with forbidden fantasies.

Later that night, your sleep is restless. You toss and turn, plagued by vivid nightmares of a faceless man pursuing you through endless dark corridors. In your dreams, his footsteps echo behind you, always getting closer no matter how fast you run. The terror feels suffocatingly real, your subconscious mind blurring the lines between nightmare and reality.

Suddenly, a rough sensation around your wrist begins to pull you from the depths of your nightmare. It's as if you're swimming up through murky waters, struggling to reach the surface of consciousness. The fog of sleep still clings to your mind as you feel a similar tightness encircle your other wrist. Your body tenses instinctively, a primal part of your brain recognizing danger before your conscious mind can fully process what's happening.

As awareness slowly seeps back into your body, you become acutely aware of several unsettling sensations. The cool air of your bedroom kisses your exposed skin, raising goosebumps along your arms and legs. You realize with a jolt that the comforting weight of your blanket is gone, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. A shiver runs through you, part cold and part fear.

Your face feels strangely tight, as if something is stretched across your mouth. When you try to open your eyes, they feel heavy, reluctant to obey your commands. It's then that you feel it - rough, calloused hands sliding along the sides of your torso. The touch is both foreign and intimately familiar, sending conflicting signals of fear and arousal through your body. Your nipples harden into painful little buds, a mixture of the cool air and unwanted stimulation.

That final sensation is what jolts you fully awake. Your eyes fly open, adjusting quickly to the darkness of your bedroom. The first thing you see is a dark figure looming over you, settled ominously between your spread legs. Panic surges through you like electricity, and you instinctively try to scream. But no sound comes out - your mouth is sealed shut, likely with tape based on the tightness you felt earlier.

As the fog of sleep finally clears, the horrifying reality of your situation becomes apparent. You're bound to your own headboard with thick, rough rope that bites into your wrists when you struggle. And the stalker who has haunted your thoughts for months is no longer just a shadow outside your window - he's here, in your room, his weight pressing down on you as he drinks in the sight of your restrained form.

He's kneeling between your legs, your eyes wide with panicked fear. You begin to struggle frantically, pulling harshly at the confining ropes. Your legs kick wildly, and you buck your hips in a desperate attempt to throw him off. But he's too strong, his muscular thighs easily pinning your legs down. You can feel the raw power in his body as he holds you in place, your efforts seemingly futile against his strength.

Despite your relentless fight, you only succeed in rubbing your skin raw against the coarse ropes. Your wrists burn from the friction, adding to your growing distress. "You're a persistent little thing," he says, his voice a deep, velvety rumble that sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. There's a slight accent to his words, one you can't quite place. It's exotic and alluring, and to your horror, you feel a treacherous clench in your pussy despite your fear. "Let me go!" you scream, but the tape muffles your words into an unintelligible plea.

Your stalker sits back slightly, his weight shifting on the bed. With deliberate slowness, he reaches up and removes his hood, finally revealing his face to you. In the dim light of your bedroom, his features come into sharp focus. His skin is smooth and tanned. His lips are full and pink, the bottom one slightly more prominent, giving him an almost pouty look. But it's his eyes that capture you - big and brown, they seem to glow with an inner light, filled with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

His hair is longer than you expected, falling in messy waves around his face. It softens his features, giving him an almost boyish charm that contrasts sharply with the dangerous situation. You're struck by the realization that he's beautiful - hauntingly, dangerously beautiful. A small, traitorous part of your mind whispers that if this man had approached you like a normal person and asked you out, you would have said yes without hesitation. The thought sends a confusing mix of emotions coursing through you.

He leans forward again, his large hands coming to rest on your hips. The warmth of his skin against yours sends a jolt through your body, like electricity arcing between you. His touch is firm but not painful, his rough palms creating a delicious friction against your sensitive skin. You tremble uncontrollably, your body's reaction a mix of fear and unwanted arousal. The weight of his hands seems to anchor you to the bed, making you acutely aware of your vulnerability and his control over you.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your thong, and a fresh wave of panic washed over you. You thrashed wildly, your body twisting and turning in a desperate attempt to escape. But your efforts were futile against his superior strength. With a sharp tug, he ripped the delicate fabric from your body, the sound of tearing material echoing in the quiet room.

Your chest heaved with ragged breaths as he forcefully spread your thighs wide, exposing your most intimate parts to his hungry gaze. The cool air hits your exposed flesh, making you acutely aware of your vulnerability. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears of fear and frustration leaking from the corners as you realized how powerless you were to stop what was happening.

Your stalker's eyes rake over your exposed body, his gaze lingering on the glistening folds of your pussy. A predatory smile spread across his face as he licked his lips, the sight sending a shiver of both fear and unwanted arousal through you.

"Such a pretty little pussy," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long. I can't wait to taste you, to feel you quivering against my tongue." His words sent a jolt of electricity through your core, your body betraying you with a rush of wetness. He noticed, his smile widening as he continued, "I'm going to make you crave my touch. You'll never be satisfied with anyone else after tonight."

You whimpered behind the tape, torn between fear and a growing, unwanted desire. Your mind raced with conflicting emotions as you realized this night was about to change everything.

As your struggles intensified, your stalker's grip on your legs tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh. With a forceful motion, he pushed your legs even wider apart, nearly folding you in half. The position left you completely exposed, your throbbing clit and glistening folds fully on display. You felt utterly vulnerable, your most intimate areas open to his hungry gaze.

His eyes darkened with a mix of lust and anger as he watched you squirm. "Listen carefully, little one," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "The more you fight me, the worse your punishment will be. I can make this night pleasurable for you, or I can make it exquisitely painful. The choice is yours."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, fear and unwanted arousal warring within you. You tried to still your movements, but your body trembled uncontrollably, torn between the instinct to flee and the growing heat pooling in your core.

Without warning, he leaned his head between your thighs, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive flesh. Your body tensed in anticipation, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement coursing through you. Then, with agonizing slowness, he dragged his tongue up between your folds, savoring your juices.

A muffled whimper escaped from behind the tape as the warmth of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that sinful touch despite your mind's protests. "Mmm," he hummed against your flesh, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensations. "You taste even better than I imagined. So sweet, so perfect."

His words, filled with dark desire, sent another rush of wetness to your core. To your horror and shame, you found your hips lifting slightly, silently begging for more of his touch. Your body was betraying you, craving the very thing your mind feared.

Jisung, your stalker smirked at your reaction, knowing just how much you secretly wanted this. His tongue expertly swirled around your clit before he began to suck relentlessly on it. Your eyes rolled back in your head, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. A muffled moan escaped from behind the tape as your body arched involuntarily. Your thighs trembled, caught between the urge to close around his head and the ropes keeping them spread wide. The conflicting sensations of fear and arousal intensified, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

Jisung's hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continued his merciless assault on your sensitive flesh. His tongue alternated between broad, flat strokes and quick, precise flicks, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. Despite your best efforts to resist, you found yourself grinding against his face, desperately seeking more friction.

Suddenly, Jisung reached up and ripped the tape off your mouth in one swift motion. The sharp sting made you gasp, your lips tingling as they were finally freed. "I want to hear every sound you make," he growled, his eyes dark. In that moment of newfound freedom, your survival instincts kicked in. You took a deep breath and screamed at the top of your lungs, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Your voice was hoarse and raw, but you poured all your desperation into the cry.

Jisung's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed dangerously. In a flash, his hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your screams. "That wasn't very smart, little one," he hissed, his voice low and threatening. "Now I'll have to punish you." You thrashed beneath him, trying to bite his hand, but his grip was too strong. Your heart raced as you realized your attempt at fighting back had only made things worse. Fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins as you wondered what punishment he had in store for you.

Jisung leaned back down, sucking your clit back into his mouth. But when he pulled back, he bit down on your throbbing clit - not hard, but enough to make you cry out in pain and pleasure. His teeth scraped against the sensitive bundle of nerves as he pulled back, letting it slip between his teeth.

The sudden mix of sharp pain and intense pleasure sent shockwaves through your body. Your hips bucked involuntarily, torn between trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and craving more. A strangled moan escaped your lips, muffled by Jisung's hand still clamped over your mouth.

Jisung's eyes glinted with dark satisfaction as he watched your reaction. "That's just a taste of what happens when you disobey me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Are you going to be a good girl now?"

You whimpered with a mixture of fear and arousal, nodding your head frantically. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, a testament to the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. Your body trembled, caught between the instinct to flee and the growing heat pooling in your core.

Satisfied with your compliance, Jisung removed his hand from your mouth. "Good girl," he purred, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down your spine. Without warning, he dipped his head back between your thighs, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive flesh.

His tongue resumed its relentless assault on your pussy, lapping at your folds with renewed vigor. The warmth of his mouth contrasted sharply with the cool air of the room, intensifying every sensation. Despite your fear, you couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips as he skillfully worked your most sensitive areas.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his sinful touch even as your mind reeled from the situation. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and fear left you dizzy, your body betraying your mind's protests with every passing moment.

You felt his teeth again, but much more gentle this time as he nibbled and sucked on your clit and folds. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure through your body, making you arch your back involuntarily. Suddenly, Jisung pushed your knees up further, exposing you even more. You gasped as you felt his tongue run over your sensitive asshole, the unexpected touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Without warning, Jisung drove his fingers into your pussy. You cried out loudly, the sudden intrusion both shocking and intensely pleasurable. His fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars. As he worked his fingers in and out of you at a merciless pace, his voice, low and husky, filled the air, "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he growled, his words dripping with dark desire. "Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind hasn't caught up yet.”

His words, combined with the relentless assault of his fingers and tongue, pushed you closer and closer to the edge. To your horror and shame, you realized you were starting to want more of him, your body betraying your mind's protests with every passing moment.

Jisung pressed his face deeper into your core, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you closer to the edge. His free hand gripped your thigh tightly, holding you in place as he devoured you completely. "My name is Jisung," he growled against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your body. "I want to hear you scream it when you cum. Let the whole world know who's making you feel this good."

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing you rapidly towards your climax. "Cum for me," Jisung demanded, his voice dark with desire. "Cum on my face, let me taste all of you."

Despite your initial resistance, your body betrayed you. The pressure built to an unbearable level, and with a cry of "Jisung!", you shattered. Your back arched off the bed as waves of intense pleasure crashed over you. Your thighs trembled, your pussy clenching around his fingers as your release gushed over his hand and face.

Jisung moaned in satisfaction, lapping up your juices eagerly as you rode out your orgasm. The sight of him between your legs, face glistening with your arousal, sent another jolt of unwanted pleasure through you. As the aftershocks subsided, shame and fear flooded back in. You lay there, panting and trembling, torn between the lingering pleasure and the horrifying reality of your situation.

Jisung sat up, releasing your thighs from his grip. They instantly snapped together, your body instinctively trying to shield itself. Your eyes were drawn to his face, where his lips and cheeks glistened with the evidence of your unwilling pleasure. Despite the fear and shame coursing through you, you couldn't help but notice how devastatingly attractive he looked in that moment, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire.

The realization sent a jolt of confusion through you. How could you find your captor, your tormentor, attractive? The conflicting emotions left you feeling dizzy and disoriented, your mind struggling to reconcile the fear and the lingering traces of pleasure still coursing through your body.

With no words spoken, Jisung leaned closer. You flinched, but he was only untying your hands. As soon as you were free, you pushed yourself up towards the headboard, trying to get as far away from him as possible. His voice low and husky, Jisung murmured, "Next time, I'll have you beneath me." Despite your fear, you couldn't help but feel a throbbing in your lower stomach at the thought.

He took one last look at you. Even though his actions were evil, all you saw in his deep brown eyes was caring, a gentle softness for you. The contradiction left you feeling confused and conflicted. And then he turned around and left through your bedroom door as if nothing had ever happened, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts and the lingering sensations on your skin.

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You’re eating those words now as you run through the streets in your nice, newly-soaked, professional heels. Your slacks are sticking to your legs, making the fabric ten times heavier. With your bag held over your head, you look around frantically for the bank.

It doesn’t help that it’s close to 10 PM and visibility is already horrible at this time. Yes, you should have gone earlier, but you were distracted!

Where is it? Where is it?

There!

You spot the glass doors and practically sprint up to them, grab the handle, and rip the door open.

A giant sigh of relief comes out of your lips as you step inside the tiny vestibule.

The only other man inside the place jumps a bit at your noise. He glances over his shoulder at you, but immediately turns back to what he’s doing at the ATM. You pay him no mind as you shake the rainwater off of your bag.

It’s after hours at the bank, meaning the only thing open and available is one ATM inside the room between the bank itself and the streets of Seoul.

Soft beeping comes from the ATM as the other man presses a few buttons. There’s an umbrella on the floor at his feet.

After brushing the water off your jacket, you bring your bag in front of you and start fishing out your card. Countless items inside your bag are now completely soaked.

Ugh, there goes all those business cards you collected at the meeting. Most of the ink is bleeding off the cardstock. Maybe, if you try really hard, you can make out the phone numbers on the cards.

Is that a 6 or an 8?

Or maybe the email addresses will be easier to understand. Surely, it just their names and their company’s–

There’s a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by a booming clap of thunder at the same time the lights in the ATM vestibule flicker and go out completely.

You fight the yelp that bubbles in your throat. The man in front of you seems to lose the fight against his reactions and lets out a tiny yip.

His shoulders come up and he seems to bristle like a cat.

“You’re kidding,” you mumble, looking up at the lights. It was almost pitch black inside now, save for the tiny emergency lights that kick on on either side of the glowing Exit sign.

The man lets out a grumble and a sigh.

You look over and see that the ATM has completely shut off. Figures.

The storm must’ve triggered some sort of power outage. Great. Now you’ll have to find some other ATM.

Why, oh why, did the restaurant that your boss wanted to take you to tomorrow morning have to be cash only?

Whatever, there should be a bank a few blocks from here.

Your heels click on the tile as you make your way to the door. When you grab the handle and pull, it doesn’t budge.

There’s a beat.

You try again, really putting your back into it this time.

“Am I stupid or what?” you whisper to yourself, trying the other door and pulling equally as hard.

“They’re not going to open,” the man behind you says. “The fail-safe locks probably kicked in once the power went out. It’s a security measure.”

You turn around and look at him with a blank look on your face. “Oh, ah, um… s-sorry, no… no Korean.”

The man blinks at you. “You don’t speak Korean?”

You blink right back at him. “Um…” All you can do is shake your head with wide eyes and a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry,” you repeat.

Another series of blinks are exchanged.

“No… Korean?” he asks slowly. His English sounds so unsure.

You nod. “No… no Korean.”

A tiny, exasperated sigh comes from his lips and he looks around, as if anything inside this tiny little room would be able to help him communicate with you. Meanwhile, you turn back to the door and give it another sharp tug to no avail.

“No,” he says firmly, drawing your attention back to him. He motions down to the door handles and then shakes his head.

“No?” you repeat, a bit confused.

“No.”

Honestly, the primitive conversation between the two of you would be somewhat laughable if you didn’t feel frustrated beyond belief.

“Why?” you ask, becoming annoyed. Obviously, he knows something that you don’t.

The man blinks at you and shifts around nervously on his feet. His hands motion around as he tries to conjure up a sentence in English. “N… No. Closed?... Closed.” He nods, saying the word rather confidently.

Yes, you know the door is closed. But, why?

After a second, he sees that whatever he said evidently isn’t good enough, so he points back to the ATM, to the light that is now off due to no power, and then to the locks. You follow his pointing and the cogs in your brain start turning slowly.

“Fail-safe locks,” you state and then finally release the door handles.

“Fail… Fail-safe locks,” he repeats slowly. “Fail-safe locks.”

“Fail-safe locks?” you parrot his Korean back to him and he nods.

A small hum comes from your chest and you take a step back from the door finally. “How long do you think–” you cut yourself off when you look over at him. The man is staring at you, not following a word you’re saying.

Your hand comes up and you brush some wet hair off your forehead and then scratch the back of your head as a nervous tick. There’s no point in even asking the question, he won’t be able to understand anything you’re saying.

If you were in his shoes, you’d probably be a bit annoyed too. But at the same time, he’s already been kinder than most would be in this situation.

He’s locked in an ATM vestibule with someone who doesn’t speak the same language as him– in his own country. He’s been more than kind. Most people would just wave you off and forget trying to communicate at all.

But here he was, talking slowly and making sure you can understand what he’s saying. He’s going so far as to point around the room to make sure you understand.

The man notices you give up and he lets out a tiny sigh, turning to then peer out the glass doors at the streets of Seoul. There’s basically no one out there, everyone has taken shelter from the squall.

“We’ll have to wait until the police come to open the door.” He pats at his pockets, searching for his phone.

Even with how terrible your Korean is, you still pick up on a few words. “Police?” A beat. “Police?”

“Yes,” he answers in English, taking his phone out and tapping the screen a few times before holding it up to his ear. The man continues to look through the glass doors, watching all the different cars drive by, none of them police cars.

You decide to turn around, walking around the tiny room.

All of the lights are off except for the emergency lights. They cast a dull glow through the entirety of the vestibule. There's barely enough light to see from one side of the room to the other.

Rain starts hammering against the glass as the man speaks into his phone. “Yes, hi, hello. I am currently trapped with another woman inside the ATM vestibule of Metrobank Seoul… Namdaemunno… Yes, that one.”

Your ears perk up when he mentions the name of the bank and the address. Ah, he must have called the police. His face pulls into a slightly annoyed look, but he doesn’t speak with a hint of it through the phone, at least, not that you’re really able to tell.

The man says a few more words into the phone before he hangs up with a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and then down his face in an exasperated fashion before turning to look at you. His mouth opens to say something, but he thinks better of it and he grimaces even more.

Your own features pull into a sympathetic expression and you look away, slightly embarrassed. Should you have learned more of the language before coming here? Absolutely. But at the same time, you didn’t have much time to prepare once you were told you had to travel here for business.

He shuffles from foot to foot and looks around, shoving his hands in his pockets and desperately trying to remember every English class he took in school.

“Police…” he says slowly, thinking through every word he wants to try and say. “Police are… busy.”

“Busy?”

“Yes. Busy. Busy with… car…” He brings both of his hands together and claps and then makes an explosion noise with his hands.

“A car accident?”

He snaps his fingers and points to you, as if you’re a team during a game of charades.

“Car accident,” he says in Korean.

“Car accident,” you repeat and he nods.

Despite the reality of the situation, you smile. The humor in all of this does not escape you. You decide to try and meet him halfway, even with your butchered pronunciation.

“Police… time… long?” Your head cocks to the side and you point to your watch. He shakes his head and shrugs in exaggerated movements.

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. The accident was that bad, huh? No wonder the power went out then, the car must have smashed into electrical lines after that loud clap of thunder. This probably means all of the traffic lights and such are out too.

The police are most likely directing traffic and making sure no one gets injured; two idiots stranded in an ATM vestibule are the least of their concerns. Honestly, you can’t be in a safer place. Well, unless this guy is a murderer, but you haven’t gotten a harsh vibe yet.

You sigh and lean against the wall near the corner across from the ATM. Your body slides down to the floor and you stare straight ahead. It seems like you’re going to be in here for a while then.

The man takes one last look outside the doors before walking in your direction. He leans against the adjacent wall and takes a seat on the floor with you. His shoes almost touch the side of yours. It’s at this time that you let yourself take a moment to really look at him.

He has to be around your age; older than a college graduate but younger than someone settled into their career. Something that definitely doesn’t escape your attention is how… pretty he is. His skin is near perfect and so is his hair. Everything, down to the clothes he’s wearing, is absolutely flawless– and he’s only in sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie!

Next to him, especially in your current drowned rat state, you probably look like something worse than a hot mess. You quickly comb your hair off your forehead once more and pull at your soaking wet clothes sticking to your skin.

The man’s lips purse for a moment and he opens his mouth as if to say something, then promptly stops, opting for a grumble of frustration.

After a moment, an idea flickers through your mind and you hold up one finger to him to say ‘one moment’. You reach down into your pocket for your phone and take it out, tapping at a few screens and bringing up the Translate app.

‘What’s your name?’ you type into the phone and it immediately translates it into Korean below it. You turn your phone around and hold it up to him.

The man looks at you, then your phone, and his eyes light up. If you’re not mistaken, you even see a little bit of relief flash over his features. A tiny smirk pulls at one corner of his lips before he looks back at you.

“Minho,” he answers and motions to you.

“Y/N,” you reply. “Nice to meet you, Minho.” You hold your hand out for a handshake.

Minho looks at your hand and his smirk gets wider before he grabs your hand and shakes it gently. The skin on his palm is so soft. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

After shaking his hand, you bring your phone back up to your face and type another sentence into the translate app.

‘I’m very sorry for not knowing Korean, I’m here on business.’

Minho looks at your phone, reading the statement before shaking his head and pulling out his own phone. He types away and then holds it up for you to read.

‘No need to apologize. With my line of work, my English should be better. It’s a very hard language to learn.’

A little laugh huffs from your nose and you nod and type.

‘Try learning Korean.’

Minho laughs with you and his smirk grows into a playful smile. Jesus Christ, this man is gorgeous. He looks down and taps a bit on his phone and then he holds it up to you. With the way his smirk pulls at his lips, it almost reminds you of a devious little cat.

‘I could tell you were a foreigner when you first came into the bank.’

Your eyebrow raises. “Oh, really?”

He’s chuckling when he brings his phone back to type more and then hold it up for you to read.

‘You don’t have an umbrella.’

Laughter leaves your lips when you read that and your head tilts back to rest against the wall. The wetness from your clothes is beginning to seep into your bones. Plus, the feeling of the fabric sticking to your skin is starting to become overstimulating.

But, you try and keep it together. You don’t really have another option at the moment.

You type a message back to Minho.

‘People tried to warn me about the Monsoon Season. As you can see, I didn’t listen.’

He reads your message and sucks his teeth with a smirk. Minho shakes his head and motions to the glass doors, as if to say ‘Look!’.

“I know, I know!” you laugh and look outside at the sheets of rain pouring from the sky. Puddles have turned into small ravines flowing down the sides of the road. Any car that passes by creates a huge splash as they pass through them.

Every once in a while, the sky will light up and thunder will follow it quickly.

Minho laughs with you. “Next time… you listen.” He nudges your leg with his foot.

You look over at him. “I will, trust me.”

A long look is shared between the two of you. There’s this tiny nagging feeling at the back of your mind, it’s that same feeling you get when you see someone in public that you swear you’ve seen before. Maybe he just has one of those faces?

No, you definitely haven’t met him before. You would remember if he was someone you shook hands with in the last few days. A man that gorgeous would never slip under your radar, you’re certain.

Minho stares back at you, eyes flitting about at your soaking wet hair matting to your skin. It looks like his one hand twitches for a moment and then he shifts in his seat.

Back to the app.

The two of you type away on your phones and hold them up at the same time with the exact same question on them.

‘What do you do for work?’

‘What do you do for work?’

Again, the two of you let out little huffs of laughter and he motions to you as if to tell you to go first.

So you do, you type down on your phone a little answer for him.

‘Right now, I’m only the assistant to a CEO for a huge company. Wherever he goes, I go. I write all his contracts; everything he does goes through me first. I’m more of an administrator than an assistant, though.’

Minho reads your answer carefully and then types out a small response with a tiny crease in between his brows.

‘Why do you say ‘right now’?’

A sad smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone to type out a response.

‘I studied hard and have a Mathematics degree. But no matter where I apply, they say I don’t have enough experience. Back in America, the job market is absolutely horrible. So, I’m stuck.’

Minho’s eyes scan through your message and a frown pulls at his lips. He looks back up at you, meeting your eyes and then back to your phone before he begins to type his own message.

Your silent communication warms your heart a little bit. The glow from his phone lights up his features and you study him carefully. His teeth poke out from his top lip– it’s absolutely adorable.

He seems to think for a long moment before his thumbs fly over his screen.

Rain is coming down in sheets outside the door, it’s the only other sound inside the room besides the light clicking of the haptics on his phone.

You reach back and once more run your fingers through your hair– it seems to be drying now, but not in a good way. The humidity of the rain is apparent in the way it's starting to frizz up.

Minho turns his phone around after a moment of typing.

‘I’ve heard about how hard it is to get a job in America, I’m very sorry it’s so unfair. For what it’s worth, I think there’s nothing wrong with the job you have now. Hard work is hard work no matter if it's an assistant or a scientist.’

His words strike a chord within your heart, they tug at your chest and at the corner of your lips which twitch into a wistful smile on your face.

“Thank you,” you say to him in Korean, looking directly into his eyes. Minho smiles back at you when he hears it.

“You are welcome,” he answers in English.

His smile seems so warm for a stranger. He looks at you as if you’re an old friend, not like a woman, still soaking wet from the rain, sitting on the floor with him inside an ATM vestibule. He’s so genuine.

After a few seconds of just looking at him, you bring your phone up to type once more.

‘Your turn. What do you do?’

Minho stares at your phone for a long time, seemingly reading the sentence over and over again. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth and he seems to weigh something in his mind.

His brown eyes flick to yours, then back to the phone, then back to you again before he looks down at his phone.

You never realized how much just body language alone can convey.

He types slower, his thumbs not moving as quickly as before. Why does he seem so apprehensive?

Eventually, he turns the phone around.

‘I’m an idol.’

“Oh,” you say softly. Your shoulders shrug a bit and you cock your head to the side. “Like a K-pop idol?”

Minho nods in response. “Stray Kids.”

The name rings a bell, it’s just one you’ve heard floating around for a few months now. You think one of your friends is into them, but you can’t remember. She’s into so many different groups, it’s hard to keep track anymore.

You type in your phone.

‘I’ve heard the name before. Weren’t you guys at the MET Gala?’

With a breathy chuckle, he nods. A smile spreads across your face.

‘Wow, I’m trapped in a room with a celebrity then. You know, people write stories like this.’

Your joke definitely lands because he snorts a huff of laughter as you type on your phone a little bit more after that.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t take pictures and post them all over Twitter or anything. This will just be a funny story for me to tell my friends when I get back home to America.’

“Thank you,” Minho says softly with genuine gratitude in his voice. God, you can’t even imagine what it’s like being an idol. There probably wasn’t a single place he felt safe going to anymore. There are always cameras just waiting to take his picture.

‘When do you go back to America?’

‘In a few days. My boss loves to extend his business trips at the last minute. So, I could be here three more days or seven more days. It’s very hard to pack to come on these trips.’

A bittersweet expression settles on his handsome face.

You think for a long moment before typing away at your phone and showing it to him.

‘Have you ever been to New Jersey? That’s the state I’m from.’

Minho’s lips purse as he thinks for a long few moments. Very slowly, he nods, almost unsure. He types in his phone, then thinks for a moment, then types again.

‘I think we’ve been there twice. Is Newark in New Jersey?’

Excitedly, you nod. “Yes, that’s up in North Jersey!” You’re so excited that you forget to type down on your phone. “Oh!” you say with a laugh, looking back down at your phone.

‘Yes, that’s in the northern part of the state, about an hour or so from my hometown. I grew up in the central region, right on the beach. It only takes ten minutes to get to the beach from my house.’

Minho’s smile widens and he looks at you with a slightly envious look in his eyes. You giggle in response.

‘Two other members love the beach, but they’re from Australia.’

‘Australian beaches are probably not that different from American beaches. But I’ve never been to Australia. Have you?’

Minho nods and you see him close his translation app and switch over to his camera roll. His fingers quickly begin scrolling up through the countless amount of photos he has on his phone.

Not wanting to invade his privacy, you look away from his phone and out the doors in the vestibule once more. Not a single soul is walking– or running– along the sidewalks anymore.

Due to the power outage, there’s not even street lights illuminating in the puddles, it’s almost eerie looking. But, surprisingly, you don’t feel uneasy at all. Especially not with Minho sitting at your side.

Said man hums to get your attention, shuffling closer to you, and you look down at his phone. The picture is absolutely gorgeous.

It’s a photo of the beach, you’re assuming in Australia. The red sun is peeking above the horizon and painting the sky a beautiful wash of reds, pinks, and purples, all of the colors melting into one another. The clouds are wispy and glow in the morning sun.

The ocean seems so beautifully blue, even the foam at the crash of the waves is beautiful.

In front of the ocean is a gaggle of boys, it looks like there’s about seven of them. Each of them have bright, beautiful smiles on their faces reaching their eyes.

You’ve never been able to feel joy radiating from a photo like this, it seems to be contagious since you find a smile pulling at your own lips.

“This photo is beautiful,” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of it.

Minho hums, maybe he understood what you said. His thumb moves and he scrolls to the next picture where two of the boys have taken one of the others by his legs and arms and seem to be pretending to toss him into the surf.

A soft giggle comes from your lips and you find yourself leaning towards him a bit to get a better look at the photo. Truly, you didn’t even notice your shoulders brushing against each other, and by his lack of reaction, it seems Minho didn’t either.

“Friends?” you ask him in your choppy Korean.

Minho looks over at you, his face closer to you than before. His eyes widen a bit at your proximity, but he doesn’t back up at all.

“Family,” he corrects you in his soft English.

An even warmer feeling spreads through your chest and you look back down at the photo. They must be his band members, but they just look so much closer than that. It reminds you of all of your friends back home.

Before you can even think twice, you’re opening your own camera roll, scrolling through an endless sea of memories before finding one specific morning you woke up to go watch the sunrise on the beach.

A tiny, awe-struck noise comes from Minho when he looks down at it.

“Sunrise,” you say and then think for a moment. You’re not sure of the Korean you want to say. “Favorite… time.”

He’s so patient when you speak, it absolutely melts your heart. There’s a different air about his softness with you too. He’s not treating you like a child just learning how to speak, no, he’s just being… nice. He’s being sweet and genuine and it speaks volumes about his character.

“Sunrise,” he says in Korean.

“Sunrise,” you repeat, looking up at him. His eyes were already trained on your face by the time you looked up. A tiny dusting of pink covers your cheeks. How long has he been looking at you?

A happy smile spreads over his lips, the edges curl up playfully. He nods. “Sunrise. Sunrise.”

“Sunrise.” Your voice says softly once more before looking back down at your phone.

Swiping through a few more pictures, you show him the boardwalk that runs down the beaches by your house. Everything from shops, to amusement park rides, to lemonade and ice cream stands litter the entirety of the shore.

He points down at the ferris wheel and shakes his head. “No,” he says simply.

“No?” you ask with a laugh. “Why not?”

“No… no high,” he shakes his head and motions his hands around to emphasize his point.

“Best picture,” you giggle holding your hand up in the air to emphasize the height aspect, then you’re swiping to the next picture taken from the top of the ferris wheel. This time, it was sunset. “Sunset.”

“Sunset.” A pause. “My… My… favorite time.”

A soft hum bubbles up in your throat. He loves sunset whereas you love sunrise. How cute.

“Sunset is beautiful,” you say slowly. Your eyes are still on your phone when you swipe to another photo.

“Beautiful,” Minho whispers softly.

Humming, you nod. “Yes, beautiful.”

A soft puff of air comes out of his nose and fans out over your cheek. When did he get this close? You look up at him and almost bump his nose with yours.

Minho’s head flinches back a bit at your sudden movement, but he makes no move to get further away from you.

He sighs softly, his eyes flitting all over your face, taking in every one of your features. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.

Your eyes widen, that pink blush making its way back to your face. You can’t even help the tiny, giddy giggle that bubbles in your throat. You look down shyly, biting your bottom lip.

Tender, gentle fingers lift your chin back up. Truly, you didn’t notice how cold your skin was until his warm touch spread on your skin.

Is this really happening?

A shiver races down your spine and a soft shudder comes out of your lips. Minho’s eyes look down at your lips and then down at your arm where goosebumps begin to raise.

He pulls away gently, making your brows furrow. Did you do something wrong? Maybe you misread his–

He’s shrugging off his hoodie.

Oh, he thinks you're cold.

Before you can even think to tell him you’re okay, he’s pulling your shoulder forward a bit so he can drape it over your back, bundling you up in such a pleasant, soft warmth. With small, fussy movements, he’s closing the hoodie around your body.

Perhaps you didn’t even notice how cold you were until you were suddenly surrounded in a warmth that can be compared to the fuzziest blanket you own. Not to mention the absolutely delightful scent that wafts upwards into your nose from the fabric.

It’s such a clean, cozy, calming scent. It’s like you buried your nose into the Mahogany Teakwood candle at Bath and Body Works.

Your eyes stay trained on his face while he bundles you up tightly. His hands gently grab your arms and rub up and down a few times to create even more warmth.

“Better,” he murmurs, finally looking up to meet your eyes.

How is it that a stranger has wormed himself into your heart like this? His tender gaze makes your soul feel calm, like those pictures of the morning surf under the sunrise.

“Thank you,” you whisper back to him. Your hands come up to grab at the hoodie, curling into the fabric.

Minho smiles back at you, you can see how his smile grows as he watches you relax into his clothing. There’s no space between your shoulders as you rest against adjacent walls, your two bodies have melted into the corner.

There’s a clap of thunder outside, but neither of you move. Your feet shuffle on the floor as you bring your knees closer to your chest. His legs adjust around yours, feeding them under your bent knees and tangling your limbs up further.

It’s so hard to break Minho’s eye contact, but you do it slowly, looking down at your phone and opening up the translate app once more. His soft breathing hits your cheek with every exhale.

‘You’re too nice to a stranger.’

Minho hums, almost in agreement. He picks up his phone and types back.

‘I’m usually not.’

You read the statement and then look at him, your head cocked to the side. Your brows furrow in confusion, but he types more before you can even ask another question.

‘I don’t know why I feel drawn to you.’

The text looks right back at you. Your heart flutters in your chest and you know that your cheeks get redder and redder by the second. Still, you can’t contain the giddy laugh that makes its way past your lips.

You bite the inside of your cheek to try and hide the smile, but it only makes Minho smile wider. His hand slowly comes up towards your cheek. Right before he’s able to make contact, he stops, hovering over your skin and gazing into your eyes.

A silent question is asked through his eyes. It’s a language that you don’t need any sort of app for. An answer is communicated right back.

Soft, tender warmth spreads over your cheek, radiating all throughout your body in the most gentle glow. His thumb caresses over your cheek bone, swiping gentle strokes back and forth.

You feel the same as him, that’s the strange part. There’s something so alluring about him that you just can’t put your finger on it. He’s pulling you in like a magnet and you don’t even want to fight against it.

There’s so many words sitting on the tip of your tongue, but you know that each and every one of them would fall on deaf ears. Nothing that you can say in the moment would make sense to him.

Exhales are shared and mingled together in the minimal space between your faces,

“Beautiful,” he whispers for your ears only. Not like there’s anyone else to hear it except the ATM sitting dormant in the corner of the vestibule. Not even the mice in the walls would have been able to hear his murmur.

Love at first sight was something you always gawked and scoffed at. You always thought that it was such a Hallmark invention, that there was no way you would be able to just look at someone once and immediately fall head over heels for them.

But here you were, sitting on a dirty floor, feeling your heart beating faster and faster in your chest. Letting your face be cradled by a man you didn’t know two hours ago. By the man who patiently worked with you to communicate.

How is this even possible?

You can count on one hand the amount of things you know about one another.

Minho, who is a famous idol in Korea, who loves sunset and hates heights, who has the most expressive brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

Minho, who did whatever he could just to talk to you when he could have just as easily sat in silence on the other side of the vestibule.

His hand slowly drags down your cheek, each finger gliding down your skin towards your jawline to lift under your chin.

Another silent question passes through both of you in the one language you seem to both be fluent in.

Your eyes flick down to his lips and he hears you loud and clear.

Minho leans in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight touch. But, despite how soft the kiss is, heat spreads through your body in a grand wave, rushing through your fingertips and into your toes.

The first press is long and sweet, the two of you simply melting into the sensation of being locked together.

He pulls away only for a moment, his eyes gazing down at your lips before he swoops in again, this time his movements a bit quicker.

His hand returns to your cheek, guiding your head to tilt to the side to gain better access to your lips.

A soft sigh leaves your nose and your own hand travels up to grab at his shirt gently, just needing to hold onto him in any way possible.

Minho responds to your sigh, his lips moving a bit faster against yours. Both of your lips part and close, moving like mirror images of one another. Every few kisses, your noses brush against one another, but it doesn’t deter you from your actions at all.

Slowly, your hand travels from his shirt up to his neck, running up the side of his flushed skin. He feels feverish to the touch and it only spurs you on to keep moving. At the contact on his own body, Minho lets out a tiny grunt against your lips, his kisses stutter for a moment but he’s back to kissing you after just a moment.

Up, up, up, your hand travels over his moving jaw, to his cheek, then moving back to thread in his soft, brown trusses of hair. God, everything about him is just so perfect. It’s like you’re combing your fingers through the softest of cotton.

His kisses are getting deeper, little sighs come from both of your mouths as the passion continues on. Minho’s body turns towards yours a bit more, his knees canting up and almost forcing your legs onto his lap.

Tentatively, you feel his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking gently at your lower lip. You don’t even hesitate to give him access to your mouth. A gentle moan claws its way up your throat as his tongue licks into your mouth.

The hand on your cheek grips you a bit tighter, holding your face to his– as if you would want to try and move away from Minho and his addicting kisses.

“I just can’t help it,” he whispers in Korean against your spit, soaked lips before capturing them once more. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”

All you catch is your name and it sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t even need to know what else he said, his tone says it all. The way it comes out in a breathy exhale is enough to send your mind reeling.

“Please,” you murmur into his mouth before he presses his lips to yours once more with the same amount of passion and need in his actions.

More and more rain hits the glass doors, becoming the only sound that can be heard in the room except for your shared exhales, pants, and breathy moans.

Slowly, the kisses begin to calm down. Minho pulls away for a moment to take a long breath. His thumb moves to brush against your lower lip like a butterfly landing on a flower.

His eyes open just a crack, gazing down at your mouth with a hazy look in his eye. As he slowly catches his breath, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers brushing along the heated skin on your face.

“Forgive me, I didn’t do things in order,” he whispers. “I should’ve taken you out first.”

Your eyes open and you look at him in confusion. “Hm?”

His jaw clenches before he swallows and he takes another long moment to look over your face, his features soft and welcoming.

There’s some movement as his other hand blindly pats around his lap for his phone. He can’t physically tear himself away from you long enough to even look down.

Another tiny laugh comes from your lips.

Your fingers move out of his hair to come around and gently run over his features, brushing against his jawline, to then trace up to his lips and up the length of his nose, memorizing each and every detail.

Minho melts into your touch, his face moving closer to your touch, seeking you out.

His hand finally finds his phone and he grabs it blindly, flipping it around in his lap and tearing his gaze away from your face to glance down at it.

Thumbs are flying across the screen to type at his translate app. He’s typing so quickly on his phone that you can't help but laugh a bit.

Before he’s able to turn the phone around, there are a few sharp knocks against the glass of the vestibule. The two of you practically jump out of your skin and your heads whip over to the doors.

Red and blue lights are flashing outside and it looks like two police officers are standing outside, peering in at you both. They wave when they see they’ve caught your attention.

Minho looks at the police officers, then to you, then back to the officers, and then back to you once more. His mouth opens and closes a few times and he tries to form a few words but you’re untangling your limbs from one another.

In a moment, you’re both on your feet as the officers work on unlocking the doors from the outside.

Minho gently grabs at your arm and you look down where he’s touching and your heart sinks a little. His eyes look a little questioning and desperate.

“Oh,” you say sadly. You shrug off his jacket, and hand it back to him. Minho’s eyebrows pull together and his lips part. He looks down at the jacket and then up at you.

“No,” he says firmly.

“Are you two alright?” The police officer calls inside in Korean.

“We’re okay,” Minho responds without breaking eye contact with you. He puts a hand on his jacket still dangling over your arm and pushes it back towards you.

“Minho?” you ask, looking at him and then at the officer approaching you both.

“We apologize for the delay, but we knew you two were safe, so we had to prioritize,” the officer says.

You blink at him blankly for a moment before then looking back at Minho.

“She’s a foreigner,” he says to the officer, finally looking away from you. “She doesn’t know Korean.”

“Ah,” the officer responds. “My apologies. You can tell her that she’s free to go.” He nods at the two of you and motions towards the door. You take his hint and slowly begin follow him.

Once again, Minho tugs on your arm and you pause, turning around to look at him. He’s holding his phone up to your face with a pleading look in his eye.

‘Can I please buy you a drink?’

A wide smile spreads across your cheeks and you can’t deny the relief that you feel inside your chest. The moment your lips twitch upwards, Minho immediately mirrors it.

“Yes,” you respond. “I love to go.”

He chuckles at your choppy Korean once more before taking his jacket out of your hands and wrapping you inside it once more. This time, he grabs the hood and pulls it up over your head.

With a satisfied hum, he nods and laces your fingers together.

“Come,” he says confidently.

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

thought his eyes were deceiving him; surely you would wear underwear with a skirt that short. he didn't say anything until you slid into the booth and he could see your ass poking from under the skirt , he slid right in making sure no one saw you. “what the fuck?” he sat down next to your. “where are your fucking panties babygirl?” he gritted through his teeth , just as the waiter was about to make his way over to your table. “i didn't wear any.” he could see that , what he couldn't figure is why the fuck were you trying to turn him on in this restaurant right now. “you're we already paid for the reservations.” he said , kissing your temples because the server was close. “what can I do for you guys?” he waited for the boy to leave before turning back to you.

“daddy is gonna ruin you when we get home , trust baby.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

he knew you were up to something , the fact that you were a little too excited to get out of the car and into the restaurant. “you must be really hungry huh?” you didn't say anything though , but that glint in your eye and that smirk he swore he saw made him curious. “what are you up to?” he said. “nothing” you smiled “innocently” and he damn sure wasn't buying it. “i have to go to the bathroom.” you got up leaving the boy alone , not even 2 moments later his phone buzzed , he picked it up , your plans becoming evident. “i fucking knew it.” he cursed. you sat back down to a seething lee know. “fucking slut you aren't wearing any underwear.” you giggled , knowing he wouldn't do anything in public , but you knew you were also done for after the date , he leaned over so you could only hear him.

“let's see if you find it later when your pussy is battered from cock and you still haven't came.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew changbin couldn't resist praising you. “binnie , binnie look at my new shoes.” he genuinely wanted to see the shoes , looking under the table , only to be met with your legs widened. his head shot up looking at you with wide eyes. “b-baby.” he was flustered , it made you giggle. “where are your panties?” he whispered , you shrugged. “didn't feel like wearing any.” he was bewildered honestly , turned on but bewildered , he didn't even give a fuck about those shoes anymore not the food. “give me a minute , gonna pay the bill.” he stood up. “wait what about the food?”

“I'll ask them to wrap it up to go , no way im gonna sit through dinner knowing how wet you are sitting across from me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew your man loved to take pictures of you during your dates , so it was perfect. you waited for him to get up from the seat to “use the bathroom” you knew he was just going to pay the bill so you wouldn't try and pay , but you let it be — quickly slipping into his seat , taking your panties off , looking around before slipping them into his jacket pocket. you smiled as you slipped back into your seat as he came back down. “how was the bathroom?” he smiled , knowing he was caught. “let me take a few photos baby.” he reached into his jacket , furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled out the lacy material. he smiled, shoving the panties back into his jacket. “you little minx.” you giggled. “my favorite pair too.”

“we should skip dessert so we can get home and i can take some photos of you laid out in bed all pretty for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

you purposely dropped the fork on to the floor, and the poor boy just trying to be a good boyfriend crawled under the table to get it for you — only to be met with your legs wide open , your bare pussy on display. a small “fuck” leaving his mouth making you smirk as he came back from under the table , his face red as he sat the fork down. “yo-you're not wearing any panties.” he whispered , his hands coming up to his cock , fixing himself. “wh-why.” he whined , upset because he was unable to do anything because you had already denied his request to leave. “i want dessert , don't be selfish sungie.”

“why would you show me if you were just gonna torture me like this baby , im gonna cum just sitting here thinking about it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix﹚ .ᐟ

“i think i left my lipstick in the car.” know felix kept a spare always in his pocket for you. “don't worry baby i go it.” he reached into his jacket pocket next to him. “what is this?” he innocently took out the lace , eyes widened as he shoved it back inside. “baby when did you do that?” he said , he was sure you were wearing them when you left the house , he was in the room when you were getting dressed. “i took the off when you went to pay the bill.” he gulped adams apple bobbing. “baby fuck it's hard enough to see you dressed so pretty for me , but knowing you're pussy is probably dripping on to the seat is painful love.”

“let's skip dessert tonight , i got something else sweet i want to eat and i don't think i can wait until we get home.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew it would piss him off — that's why it was perfect to do it to him. your heart was racing as you hit send on your phone , your legs shaking as you watched him pick up his phone to read the message , his eye lifting up to yours , filled with a lust filled angry glare. he didn't say anything , lifting up the table cloth looking under , quietly coming up. “can't take a mutt like you anywhere can i?” he growled , you were dripping for him. “i want to go home.” you whined , needing him. “no , you're gonna sit there until the date is over.” he said , you rolled your eyes. “don't think because we're in public i won't embarrass you , i'll make you kneel right here.” you immediately stopped unsure if he was serious, but you weren't about to test that theory.

“act like a bad dog and i’ll treat you like one , let's see how funny you think this stunt is later.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

was he already looking at your ass? yes , yes he was — but that was besides the point , he could easily tell you were missing your panties through the dress. “sit the fuck down.” he hissed , you pretended to be confused , tilting your head in fake innocence. “are you fucking joking?” he growled , leaning over the table. “you aren't wearing any fucking panties.” he wanted to wipe that smile clean off your face. “didn't want panty lines.” you shrugged him off. “waitress is coming.” he could care less about the waitress. “then you wear a thong or something , i don't know.” but you wave him off. “this look is much better.” the waitress coming closer , he leaned over whispering one final threat.

“laugh now baby , shit won't be funny when your ass is sore and pussy is begging for my cock and you don't get it.”

Chris:

He forgot he was going to meet up with you after he was done at the studio.

Glancing at the time he jolted out of his seat, seeing it was late and he had already missed the time he said he was going to meet you.

So he rushed back to the dorm, guilt washing over him the entire time.

He tried texting you the whole way back but his messages went unread.

When he arrived back at the dorm, he was sure you would have given up on and him and left.

The living room was empty, but he saw the light in his bedroom still on.

Quickly entering his bedroom, an apology was out of his mouth before he came to a halt.

You were on top of his bed cuddled up to his pillow, fast asleep, phone in hand. He could see the unread notifications of the messages he sent apologizing blinking on your screen.

He let out a soft sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, watching you. He felt guilty for accidentally standing you up for movie night, but he was glad he could see you like this. So peaceful and at ease, though he was afraid to wake you, fearing you would be angry.

As he adjusted the blanket, covering your legs, your eyes fluttered open, landing on him immediately.

You glared sleepily at him as your soft sleepy voice came out. "You forgot me."

Chris pouted, "I'm sorry baby, I really am."

"Did you finish the song at least?"

He nodded and you smiled softly making his heart skip a beat. "Good." Adjusting your body, you laid your head on his legs as you looked up at him. "You owe me a movie night though."

Chris's chest exploded with adoration as he looked down at you with a smile. Leaning down he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "I'll make it up to you I promise."

You nodded sleepily as you threatened to fall back asleep. Chris gently patted your head as he moved you back to your original position. "Just sleep for now baby."

Your fist grabbed his jacket softly as you didn't want to let him go. He grinned as he gradually pulled away from you. Getting himself ready for bed, he held you in his arms until he fell asleep beside you.

Lee Know:

You had been cat-sitting for him while he and his family were away.

He came back a few days before them, arriving late in the evening to surprise you and the cats.

As he snuck in, his heart nearly stopped as he found you in the living room, asleep on the couch, and all the cats sleeping around you peacefully.

Lee Know knew he had developed feelings for you a while ago, but in this moment he really understood just how much he adored you.

He stared at you for a few moments before snapping a few photos on his phone.

Sneaking over to the couch, he crouched down and looked at your peacefully sleeping face. Dori, upon waking up at his presence mewed softly before stretching.

Lee Know pet them softly before looking back at you. He got lost, staring at your face, reaching up, he found himself gently caressing your cheek. His heart leapt when your eyes slowly opened, meeting his as you stared at him silently for a moment.

A soft smile crept onto your face and Lee Know felt his chest clench. "You're back."

He nodded and he spoke softly, "Yeah. I didn't want to wake you."

You stretched, waking up the other cats as they all began to greet Lee Know.

You smiled at the sight. "They missed you."

He grinned, "I missed them too." He looked up at you, "And you."

You rose your brow at his sudden affection, "Me?"

He chuckled softly, "Of course."

Your heart was still racing from waking to find Lee Know gently touching your cheek, now it felt as though it might escape from your chest.

"I missed you too." You admitted, wondering if your feelings for your friend were showing.

He smiled at you for a minute before he rose, "Stay here."

You hummed in curiosity as he left. Coming back a short time later, he was now in his pajamas. Watching him with wide eyes as he adjusted the blanket over you and climbed onto the couch behind you.

You stared at him over your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you from behind pulling you into his chest.

Meeting your gaze he smiled, "Let's sleep."

Both of you were aware of how hard the other's heart's were racing. Silently understanding you both felt the same thing in that moment, lying together in the darkened living room.

Getting comfortable in his arms, he smiled into your shoulder as he held you against him. You felt him press a soft kiss to your shoulder before he pressed his face into your neck and let out a long content breath as he held you in his arms for the first, and definitely not last time.

Changbin:

Changbin was coming home from tour, and you hadn't seen each other for over a month.

His mood was already sour because his flights continuously got delayed. He was supposed to be home hours ago, but luck was not on his side.

All he wanted was to see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you.

By the time they got back to the dorm, he was sure he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you since it was already so late in the night.

Entering into his bedroom, he came to a halt when he saw the best thing in the world.

His eyes grazed over your figure as you slept on his bed. Your phone was lying half-way in your palm, his pillow curled underneath you. You were wearing one of his shirts, and dead-asleep.

Changbin set down his bags, repressing the guttural sound that threatened to escape at the sight of you. The cuteness aggression he was feeling was almost overwhelming as he crouched down beside the bed and stared at your slumbering face.

Unable to resist, he reached towards your face and gently poked your cheek, causing your eyes to shoot open. He felt guilty, but it faded quickly as your sleepy face quickly became more animated as you set eyes on Changbin.

You grinned as you suddenly leapt forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you were now hanging half-way on the bed, your other half in his arms.

He giggled as he held you, all of the stress of his trip back home fading as he finally held you in his arms.

He squeezed you with a groan, "God I missed you."

You mumbled into his shoulder, "I missed you too. You're not allowed to leave again."

Standing up, he laid you on the bed on your back as he leaned over you. "Okay. I wont leave."

He caressed your cheek as he noticed your still tired eyes. "It's late let's sleep, okay? We'll talk more tomorrow."

You nodded with a soft smile before climbing under the sheets and waiting for him. You almost drifted back off before he climbed into the bed himself. Wrapping you in his arms he held you close.

"Thank you for waiting here for me."

Cuddling yourself as close as you could, you breathed in his scent, feeling yourself drifting back to sleep as you mumbled. "I missed you too much to leave."

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin often hung out in silence.

Both of you drawing, writing, playing games on your phone, listening to music, etc. Just finding comfort in each others company

There was an unspoken feeling between you that neither of you acted on, always afraid it would ruin your friendship.

So you just spent as much time together as you could, each hoping the other silently new how you both felt.

One evening when Hyunjin was engrossed in a sketch, he hadn't noticed you had gone completely still.

Eventually turning to you to ask about his sketch, he froze as he found you slumbering on the bed.

He stared at you for a few moments, admiring you as his heart ached with the feelings he had been repressing.

Flipping the page of his sketch book, he turned to face you, quickly outlining your figure on paper. He could take a photo of you in your peaceful sleep, but it felt more...intimate, to draw you.

His hands moved swiftly as he sketched, feeling more inspiration than he had in a while. He smiled to himself, realizing that he often drew or painted more when you were around.

Eventually, you found yourself waking up, eyes fluttering open. You saw Hyunjin sitting in front of you, sketching in his book.

You smiled at the sight, the soft smile on his face as he was engrossed in his art.

"What are you drawing?"

Hyunjin's eyes shot up, seeing you staring at him with a soft, tired gaze. He grinned as he continued to sketch. "I'll show you when I'm done."

You nodded softly as your eyes drifted closed again. You didn't fall back asleep, but you lied still, listening to the scribbling of his pencil on paper. Smiling at the occasional hum or annoyed grunt that escaped him.

After a while Hyunjin sighed happily, "Finished."

Opening your eyes, you sat up, stretching as you faced him. Reaching out your hands you motioned your fingers for him to pass it over. "Let me see."

Nervously, Hyunjin gave you the sketchbook. Seeing the way your eyes lit up in surprise as you saw your own sleeping figure on the paper.

You let out a soft chuckle, "You drew me?"

He nodded, "How could I not, you were so cute and peaceful."

You giggled softly, feeling your neck and cheeks grow warm. Seeing something written under his signature at the bottom you felt your heart skip a beat.

"My Muse?"

Looking up you met his gaze as he looked at you softly before nodding. "You are. You always have been."

You bit the inside of your lip as you stared at the words. From your peripheral, you saw Hyunjin lean closer. You assumed he was looking at the picture. Freezing as you looked up, you met his eyes as he stared at you, his face only an inch from yours.

Your voice came out in a whisper. "What are you doing?"

He smiled softly as his eyes glanced to your lips briefly. "Just taking a closer look. Can I draw you more often?"

Nodding mutely, his smile widened as he took the sketchbook from your hands, but kept his eyes locked with yours. Leaning in, he pressed a quick, almost hesitate kiss to your lips.

Your eyes widened a bit as he pulled away. You didn't speak or pull away, so Hyunjin did it again. And then again, before you pulled away with a giggle you couldn't contain.

Hyunjin grinned as he scooted closer to you, this time placing his hands on your face. He pressed the tip of his nose to yours as he stared at you. He caressed your cheek with his thumb before he kissed you again, and as you kissed him back, he deepened the kiss.

When he pulled away he let out an excited noise that made you laugh as he pushed you back onto the bed and lied beside you. You stared at each other for a few moments in silence as he gently held your hands.

"Stay with me?"

You nodded softly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. Lying in silence together for a while, your pounding hearts eventually calmed as you fell asleep in each other's arms.

xx End xx

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