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[12!] ─── 📁. After months of being private, you and your boyfriend finally decide to go public!
small smau, just fluff really anddd that’s it! nonidol!shota but u can just imagine whatever ngl :p OKI oh and wonbin cameo and minju cameo cuz i love them ok? ok.
A/N: him only posting her ok. reader being cat whisperer while shota is dog whisperer ok. SIGHHHHH HAI MIKA.
🏷️ @wonubug @endoll @chccnne @aesprn @wonwounds @kamxstar @cherryhazy @seonghwaswifeuuuu (want tags for any and all things p1harmony? email me!)
: ̗̀➛ piwon when you get your wisdom teeth removed.
: ̗̀➛ no warnings, just a lot of fluff! i also based each persons off tiktok and yt videos i found! not proofread pls stop.
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keeho
keeho is always gonna be there for you, no matter what. and despite you being nervous, he was actually looking forward to it.
hes seen so many videos on this, and they are always hilarious. and considering youre already a pretty funny person, he just knows he’ll enjoy this.
youre both in the car, keeho driving, you in the passenger seat, gauze in your mouth, filling your cheeks, eyes drooped low.
“stop.” he says, grabbing your hand, pulling it away from your cheek.
“i told you three times, you cant take them out, baby.” he says, holding onto your hand.
“but i want them out.” you say, at least try to say, making him laugh.
“well you cant take them out. doctor said no.”
you immediately groan, dropping your head to the side. “but i want them out now!” you say louder, to which he immediately shuts down.
“aht, lower your voice.” he warns, pulling into the drive thru smoothie place.
“i said i want them out now!” you yell again, and he lightly pops your hand.
“hey, you dont yell at me. you cant take them out, end of story. calm down.”
you whine, your head leaning against the window, pout on your face.
he smiles at you, calling you cute under his breath before rolling his window down to order.
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theo
theo already thinks youre the cutest thing in the world, so he already knew he was gonna have the time of his life with this.
“alright, look at you. all settled down, looking pretty.” he says, sitting down on the couch next to you after carrying you the whole way in.
“you think im cute?” you ask softly, hand reaching to grab his face.
he grabs your hand before it can reach his cheek, holding it in his.
“of course, sweetheart. i think youre beautiful. and i love you.”
he smiles as the pout forms on your face, and he scoots closer.
“crying again? whats wrong now?” he asks, wrapping an arm around you.
“because you love me.” you say, a soft sob escaping. he smiles softly, kissing the top of your head.
“of course i love you. i love you so much.”
you sob harder, mouth opening a little wider, the gauze starting to slip out. he carefully pushes it back in, kissing the top of your head again.
“do you love me too?” he asks softly, looking down at you.
“i love you too. so much, i love you.” you say, leaning into him.
he smiles again, letting out a soft laugh. “youre so cute.”
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jiung
jiung is the sweetest sweetheart to ever sweetheart. genuinely. he took you to the appointment, eased your nerves, and sat there the whole time until you were done.
he just got you in the car, buckled in safely before walking around and getting in the drivers seat.
“alright, you ready?” he asks, looking up at you. you turn your head towards him, and smile the best you can with your cheeks full.
“i love you.” you say softly, and he smiles back.
“i love you too, baby.” he replies, pressing a kiss to your hand.
“i want a kiss.” you say.
“i just gave you a kiss.”
“no. on the lips.” you clarify, to which he sighs, shifting the car into drive and beginning to drive out the parking lot.
“i cant. doctor said no.” he says softly, patting your thigh softly.
“the doctor said that?” you ask softly, a pout forming on your bottom lip.
“yes, baby. he said no kissing until your healed.”
he tries to contain his laughter as you start to whine and complain, moving to grab your hand.
“tell you what. first red light ill give you a forehead kiss. sound good?” he asks.
“cheek?”
“cheek kiss, sure.”
“okay then. sounds good.” you say, leaning your head against the window.
“perfect.”
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intak
intak gives jiung a run for his money with the sweetheart thing, its almost adorable.
he also dropped you off at your appointment, but wasnt able to stay as he had something to do. so instead, he asked keeho to pick you up and bring you back to his place.
so, he did. and god, you would not shut up.
you were complaining the whole drive to keeho about how much you missed intak, and when he said you were literally on the way to see him, you werent satisfied.
so when you finally pull up, and you see intak walking towards the car, a smile finally finds its way to your face.
“intak..” you say the best you can as he opens the door, hugging you from outside the car.
“hi, baby. you feel okay?” he asks, caressing your cheek softly.
you dont say anything, just drop your head on his shoulder, pulling him closer.
“youre my boyfriend.” you whisper, and he laughs, holding you tighter.
“i am! you wanna go inside? i got you some ice cream.” he says, helping you out the car.
“i love you so much.” you say, completely ignoring his previous statement, wrapping your arms around him.
“i know. say thank you to keeho for picking you up.” he says, lifting you in his arms.
“thank you, keeho.” you say, both of then laughing at your slurred words.
“youre welcome.” keeho says. “ill see you later.”
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soul
soul wasnt really worried. he knew youd be fine, its a common procedure.
theo drove you both there, soul stayed in the waiting room while you were in, then theo came back to get you both.
you were pretty quiet the whole drive, way too out of it to talk. they picked up food, got you a milkshake, then went back home.
youre now both sitting in souls room, your milkshake in hand, cheeks filled with gauze, eyes on his fries.
he didnt really think about how eating in front of you when you physically could not eat would make you feel, especially in this state, so when he looks up at you, and sees your face, he smiles a bit.
“you cant have this.” he says simply, and you pout again, dropping your head.
“but i want some.” you whisper, your voice shaking as tears fall down your cheeks.
“i know. but you cant have any. the doctor said—”
“i dont care what the doctor said. give me a fry sho..”
he smiles softly, taking a fry out his box, and holding up.
“stick your tongue out. you can lick the salt off.” he says, and you basically do a whole 360, going from crying to happy, sticking your tongue out best you can.
he spends the next 10 minutes rubbing fries on your tongue, then another eating the saltless fries while you sleep on his lap.
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jongseob
now, we all know jongseob cant drive yet, so jiung had to take you both, and he just stayed until you were done rather than leaving.
but you couldnt go get food because jiung had plans, and he had to take you straight home if he was gonna make them, so jongseob just ordered something instead.
“alright, one vanilla milkshake.” he says handing it to you, sitting down on the bed next to you.
you take a sip of your shake, then look over at him with wide eyes. “wheres yours?”
he tilts his head, slightly confused. “wheres my what?”
“your milkshake.”
he smiles, his hand patting your thigh softly. “i didnt get one, i ate earlier. im not that hungry.”
your face drops, and you look down at your milkshake before back at his empty hands.
“but i wanted you to eat with me.” you say softly, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“im not hungry though, baby. you just drink your milkshake.”
you shake your head, putting your cup down on the nightstand.
“no, not until we eat together.”
jongseob lets out a breath, then laughs a bit, standing up and patting the top of your head.
“okay. hold on.”
since you refused to eat if he didnt have anything, he ended up ordering another milkshake. you sat together on his bed, and he listened as you talked about absolutely nothing while you ate together.
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: ̗̀➛ a/n - hey guys, two posts in a row hello???? i had sm fun writing this so i hope you thought it was cute while reading! if you thought it was cringe thats cool too 😭 i hope you enjoyedd, baiiiii <333
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𓆩⟡𓆪 KEEHO uses his muscles for good. If you fall asleep on him, he’ll pick you up and put you on the couch or take you to bed because he doesn’t want you uncomfortable while you sleep. If that’s not available he’ll put you on his lap and cradle you. And if you start to stir he’ll just lull you right back to sleep with his silky voice.
𓆩⟡𓆪 THEO probably just falls asleep right with you. Jongseob has an entire album of photos on his phone of you two curled up against each other in precarious places. There’s one of you two under a coffee table that Theo sent to himself and made his lock-screen.
𓆩⟡𓆪 JIUNG absolutely will not move, he does not want to disturb your peace. He’ll adjust your head slightly so you don’t wake up with a cramp, order Intak to get you a blanket, or very slowly take off his own jacket to cover you. He never complains even when he’s getting a cramp from sitting in the same place for too long.
𓆩⟡𓆪 INTAK coos about you being adorable to whoever’s around or to himself if you’re alone but, like Theo, is probably likely to fall asleep with you. He’ll somehow always end up in your lap no matter what position you start off in.
𓆩⟡𓆪 If you fall asleep on SOUL’s lap, be prepared to wake up with a million braids in your hair. He’ll also just stare at you as you sleep and maybe trace his finger over your features; it’s a way to keep himself busy but also a way for him to map out your features just in case he ever goes blind so he’ll never forget what you look like.
𓆩⟡𓆪 JONGSEOB takes horrible pictures of you from all angles and all magnifications. He has a dedicated album for bad pictures of you sleeping and one of cute pictures of you sleeping. Like Jiung, he always stays still to not wake you up and face your wrath but he uses that time to make little photo boards of your pictures.
cw - suggestive, stalking, kissing, biting, blood, reader gets turned, desperate!james, james is so very sweet despite his contradictory actions :( ⟡ wc - 1.9k
overview - your fascination towards the forest was his only way of being able to see you, watch you do things from afar that he longed to do with you. his belief that he would be alone forever vanished the moment he saw you stumble upon his castle that was hidden far from anywhere you’ve ever explored in the sea of trees.
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it wasn’t natural for the townspeople to go into the woods. the most they did was stay at the opening, collecting herbs for their cooking and supply their water from the small river that flowed in between the trees.
the truth was that they were afraid of what lurked further down in the areas they didn’t dare to step foot near.
you thought it was silly.
since a young age, you were drawn to the scenery that seemed to terrify your friends and family around you. you never understood why they cowered behind fabricated stories and rumours.
anytime you were able to slip away from everybody, you would use it as an opportunity to sneak into the forest and explore the undiscovered beauty.
little did you know that when you were watching the eye-catching terrain, something else was watching you; a creature that had been considered extinct for centuries.
anytime you snuck into the forest, he was there. whether he was hidden in the treetops or ducked down behind bushes, he was there.
his eyes would trail over the way you walked, the way your eyes lit up at the sight of greenery you’ve never seen before, the way you hair fell over your eyes, the way your lips looked so endearing…
but that’s all he did; watch.
there were so many times where he got so close to showing himself to you, so many times where he could’ve touched your hair and smelled the lingering scent of your shampoo on your scalp.
there were many times where he could’ve reached out and let his cold hands contrast against your warm ones, so many times where he could’ve interlocked his fingers with your own while pressing gentle kisses to the back of your hand, letting them trail up your arm until he planted his lips against yours; but he didn’t. he couldn’t.
he didn’t want to scare you.
he was grateful to your curiosity of the forest, it was the only way he could keep his eyes on you.
he feared the town the same way the townspeople feared the forest. you were the outline that deviated against the standard.
you were the divine that brought light upon his dull life, so he decided to bring some to yours.
he experimented something. he began planting different flowers each week by the river that flowed extensively beneath the leafage.
when he saw the way your smile practically reached your eyes as you delicately picked each one, creating your own bouquet, he continued to execute his attempt to bring you joy.
it brought ache upon his heart that he wasn’t able to give you the flora himself, but your familiar beam managed to bandaged that wound.
it’d only last so long until his craving for you increased, but he couldn’t act upon this.
he didn’t want to scare you.
he was grateful to your curiosity of the forest, until it led you to a vine and plant covered castle buried deep within the trees, buried further than anywhere you’ve ever explored before.
panic rouse in his body as he observed you from the roof, watching as you pressed your palm flat against the concrete, running your fingers to feel every chip and crack etched into the surface before your eyes fell onto the gate.
no. you couldn’t.
he watched you slip through the gap in between the barbed gates.
stop right now.
your curiosity that he was once appreciative towards was now causing him to debate everything. what could he do to stop you? what could he do to make you stay away?
everything he built, the silent connection the two of you had would be ruined the moment you saw him, the moment you realise something like him still exists.
he watches your eyes widen in awe at the doors that stood before you. they were tall, arched at the top and made of a thick timber that had meticulous carvings sculpted into it.
your hands found the ringed door knobs and without a second thought, you pushed against them.
the hinges of the doors creaked as you pushed them open, revealing the gorgeous vestibule of the property.
the walls were high, covered by a regal wall paper and archaic paintings that undoubtedly dated back to hundreds, maybe even a thousand years ago.
your eyes lit up at the sight of the dual staircase leading up to the second floor. they were made out of the same material as the front doors, the handrails incorporating similar intricate engravings in the wood.
god, it was beautiful.
you couldn’t fathom how you managed to stay away from this for so long, he couldn’t fathom why you weren’t able to stay away longer.
he watched you meander around the concourse, unaware of the inaudible footsteps that followed behind you.
he didn’t want to scare you.
a sudden voice broke you out of your thoughts; ‘you shouldn’t be here.’
you were quick to turn around, but he was quicker. in a blur of movement too fast for human reflexes to track, he was suddenly across the room, standing directly infront of you, pressing your back against the wall as his fingers dug into your shoulders, keeping you still.
you were now able to clearly see his sharp features that were undeniably alluring, putting aside the frightening circumstances.
it was only then you noticed his eyes that were coloured crimson, and his piercing canines that shone in the dim lit room as he scowled down at you.
what the fuck is he?
his voice echoed in your head as you tried to organise your thoughts.
‘if i shouldn’t be here, then why are you?’
his brows furrowed at your words. he seemed almost frustrated that you weren’t fighting him, that you hadn’t told him to pull away. he seemed stunned at the fact that you spoke back rather than quiver in fear.
he was an immortal monster, dreaded by many, seen by none. why did your eyes hold more curiosity than terror? why is it always your curiosity?
there’s a reason he’s drawn to you.
‘you should be running,’ he murmured, his voice a quiet threat, ‘you should be screaming.’ his eyes narrowed down at you. ‘why aren’t you?’
‘i don’t think there’s any need for those.’ you retaliate, analysing his face, watching it fall into shock.
‘don’t you know what i am?’
‘of course i do,’ your voice lowers, as if you’re trying not to scare him away, ‘that’s why i wanna know more.’
you and your damn curiosity.
he bites his bottom lip so hard it draws blood, his canines digging into his skin as his mind races.
why aren’t you scared?
he doesn’t move when you trail your hands up to his face. he doesn’t move when your thumb wipes the blood dripping down his skin and you gaze at it closely as if it can explain why he is what he is, as if it hold the secret to why he’s still alive.
he doesn’t move when you lift up his bloodied lip to reveal his canines, his sharp fangs that are the cause of his injury. he doesn’t move, but the effect it has on him is clear with the way his breathing goes ragged and his eyes soften back into their natural brown state rather then the sharp red that would have anybody trembling in their boots, anybody but you.
you and your damn curiosity.
‘you’re pretty for a vampire.’
your voice snaps him out of his trance, and he can’t help but let a laugh slip past his lips, his blood staining his teeth. how could something meant to be scary be so beautiful?
‘pretty? is that what you call somebody who can take your life within a second?’ his smile doesn’t waver. his eyes narrow down at you, as if he’s challenging you to fire back.
‘if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done so already.’ you got him there. ‘so why haven’t you?’
‘maybe because i like you.’
you tried to ignore the butterflies that rose within your tummy, filling you with a warmth that soothed your head but made your heart practically burst out of your chest.
‘tell me something; when i bite you, do you want it to hurt?’ his hand found your throat, his fingers gently enclosing around it, giving a soft squeeze to test the waters.
another challenge.
‘when? you sound sure of yourself.’ your strike back only seemed to widen his smile.
‘i am.’ and with that, he kissed you. it was anything but gentle; his desperation seeped through the same way his tongue found its way into your mouth, clashing against yours as you tasted the irony flavour of his blood, the same blood that was now smeared on your lips.
for something that was meant to be cold and disconnected, he sure was needy.
his grip around your neck faltered for a moment as you kissed him back, before tightening again in an attempt to keep you still, an attempt to keep himself grounded. he wanted to make sure you were real, not just one of the many fantasies his mind created on his sleepless nights. he wanted to make sure you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
his body trembled with the effort to hold back as he deepened the kiss.
he didn’t want to scare you.
he broke the kiss with a heavy sigh, the breathe tickling your lips.
the proximity between you two was maddening. all his years of self-restraint and control began to crumble as he leaned close, ducking his head so the tip of his nose grazed the pulse point of your neck.
his eyes fluttered shut, a low growl erupting from his throat as he inhaled deeply. your scent was so strong, so sweet, so different. maybe that was what intrigued him.
he could hear, feel the rapid thrashing of your heartbeat - a dangerous, unhinged glint flashed behind his eyes that held so much emotion, so much tormentation from his years of loneliness.
a jagged gasp left your lips as his fangs sunk into your neck, the sharp bite piercing your skin.
the feeling of your pulse rippling against his teeth makes him groan, the sound vibrating against your skin in a way that tingles, in a way that makes you crave more.
his fingers gripped your hips, the tightness almost bruising as he finally takes what he’s been waiting for the moment he laid eyes on you.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mind hazy as you feel your heartbeat pulsating throughout your whole body.
why was something that you were taught was painful feel so good? why did it feel so right?
he lapped at the blood, his tongue cold against your neck as he licked you clean.
he allows you to catch your breath as your legs give out, your arms wrapping around his torso as he keeps you steady against him.
he presses his bloodied lips against your cheek, a gentle contrast from how he was handling you a few moments ago.
his voice was gruff, but it held a specific tenderness, a humanity that even he hasn’t seen in himself since he planted those flowers for you.
‘for eternity.’
years of waiting, years of patience and his dedication towards you and your happiness finally paid off - you were finally his, forever.
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Summary: You agree to be Park Yeonjin's fling, only to keep your name safe. You’re forced to stick by her. Over time, you can’t help but take a liking to her. She’s cruel, yet so beautiful. It is hard to keep your morals.
Park Yeonjin squeezes your upper thigh, making your body jerk in surprise. You glare at her and she smiles sweetly, her eyes glossing with fake signs of innocence. She digs her fingertips into the softness of your thighs again. Now you understand why she asked you to wear a skirt. Your hand moves down to grip her wrist. Her hand is hidden under your skirt.
“Stop it,” You whisper a warning. She leans her lips to your ears.
“Be a good girl and listen to the pastor,” She instructs. Your heart pounds hard against your chest. You glance around the church hoping no one is watching. Words from the pastor's sermon continue in the background.
For a moment you did forget about her. You focus on the message til you feel her fingertips rub the middle of your panties. You accidentally jerk your legs, kicking the chair in front of you. People around you look at you worriedly. Even the pastor paused for a short second before continuing.
“Sorry,’ You whisper with a polite smile, ‘I need to use the bathroom.”
You hurry and excuse yourself, ignoring Yeonjin’s playful smirk. She leans back into her seat and ogles your bottom as you scoot past her. She bites her lips to stop herself from hitting it. Once you’re out of the row, she looks back at the pastor and acts like she’s paying close attention.
The stall doors slam shut and you place the toilet seat covers down. You take a seat and place your face into your hands. A deep frustrating sigh escapes your lip. With Yeonjin here, you feel like such a sinner. You couldn’t pay attention to the message. All you could think about was her.
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You didn’t even like her. You were just her play fling. Yeonjin held so much power that you couldn’t escape her grip. It all started because you caught her attention during school. You stood up against her bullying. No one had dared before. From there, you saw her eyes darken and her lips curl into a sinister smile. She shoved the poor victim to the side and rushed to you.
“Be mine,” She insisted. You chuckled in disgust. You point a finger at her.
“You? … Never. You’re not my type,” You replied. You start to walk away, but she grabs your arm. Next thing you knew she had multiple blackmails and threats hidden under her sleeve. You became her “girlfriend” the next day.
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A knock coming from the stall door makes you snap out of your thoughts. You pause in shock before glancing under the stall. Yeonjin’s shoes come into sight. You roll your eyes. She knocks again with more urgency.
“Wait,” You sigh. You fake a flush and unlock the stall. Before you could open the door, she pushed it. You stumble backward, your legs bumping into the toilet. She walks into the tight space with her arms crossed. Her face is stone cold.
“You took a long time,” She informs. You clench your hands into a fist.
“I was doing my business,” You grumble. She tilts her head. Her eyes are dark as void. She knew you were lying. Your frustrated look drops and you gulp nervously.
“I don’t like that tone,” She warns. You tilt your head down. Your hair falls in front of your face.
“Sorry,” You apologize to avoid further trouble. She smiles sweetly and brings her hands up to brush your hair behind your ears. Her sweet gestures end quickly. She runs her fingernail down to your chin and grips it. She tugs your face to look up. She begins to lean her face close to you. Your eyes flutter shut and your hand naturally moves to grip onto her bicep.
Suddenly the bathroom door swings open revealing a lady which causes you to let out a fake cough. Yeonjin is quick to act and she pats your back.
“There, there. You must have gotten a cold,” She lies with a perfect tone of concern. You continue letting out a few more coughs. The woman looks at you worriedly.
“Poor girl. I pray you get better soon,” She frowns. Yeonjin smiles innocently and you bow your head as a thank you. The woman walks into a different stall. Yeonjin makes eye contact with you and starts to laugh quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle along with her.
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Yeonjin takes a long drag of her cigarette. She blows it into the air. You sit beside her in silence like a perfectly trained pet. Her friends surround her, laughing amongst each other. One of them is busy curling her hair with an iron while another is on the side shooting basketball hoops. You couldn’t understand what they were talking about. The topic is very much what only privileged rich kids would get.
All you could do is analyze Yeonjin. She will laugh with her friends and then glance at you. Her dark black hair is perfectly brushed and styled. Her lips wrap around the cigarette and suck, her eyes never leaving yours. In the midst of staring at her, you didn’t realize she was leaning to blow smoke into your face. You grimace and wave your hands to get rid of the smell. She laughs and pats your head. Her fingers gently rub your scalp which causes you to glare up. Her touch was a sudden sweet gesture, you’re not used to it. She tilts her head and smiles. Your cheeks turn pink a little. She’s undeniably beautiful. It bugs you that her beauty makes you forget how evil she can be.
The doors of the gym open which steals everyone’s attention. A student whom they like to bully comes walking in. The same girl you protected by standing up against Yeonjin. She walks over with a stern face. You glance to look at Yeonjin. Her eyes started to darken, indicating she was having fun. Her lips curled up. All that dark, beautiful hair, that's what hatred looks like.
“Dongeun, I missed you!” Yeonjin gasps as she drops the cigarette onto the ground. She heads over to Dongeun, her steps light as a feather.
“Where have you been?” She chirps. Dongeun glares with such hatred. She raises her hand to slap, but Yeonjin is quick to catch her wrist. She grips and tugs Dongeun’s arm, dragging her along. She pushes Dongeun into a seat and signals her friends to lock her into place.
“I guess you haven’t learned your place. You need a little reminder,” Yeonjin hums as she touches the handle of the hot iron hair curler. She grabs onto the handle and starts walking over to Dongeun, who is thrashing against the friend's hold. You widen your eyes in fear. Yeonjin pushes up Dongeun’s sleeves and hovers the hot iron over her skin. You rush out of your seat and grab Yeonjin’s wrist. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration and disgust.
“Stop,” You warn. Yeonjin’s eyes twitch but her lips remain smiling.
“Let go,” She orders. You only grip her wrist harder and tug it away from Dongeun’s arm. She tries pulling back, but you never let go. Yeonjin takes her other hand and clenches it onto your hair. You yelp in pain as she tugs it harshly. She brings your face near hers and chuckles. You could see her eyes look down to your lips and back up. Eyes dilating like the night sky.
“I own you. I can do what I want. You can’t,” She whispers. She releases her grip and you fall onto the ground with a loud thud. Her friends start laughing. One of them comes over and places his foot on top of your soft stomach. You wince in pain and claw at his ankle. Yeonjin’s smile darkens and she stares at her friend.
“…What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is cold. The guy pauses and nervously backs away from your body. You grunt and clench your stomach. He raises his hands up defensively.
“Hey, I-I was just copying you. I’m trying to have fun too,” He explains. Yeonjin takes slow steps towards him. She brings her hands up and slaps his face hard. His face turns to the side and he brings his hands up to numb the pain. Before he could recover, she grips onto the collar of his shirt and tugs to make him look into her eyes. She smiles sinisterly.
“Only I can touch her. If I see you lay even one finger on her… I’ll kill you,” She swore before pushing him back. He grunts in pain, stumbling to gain balance. She drops the hair curler, finding you more important than what she was going to do. She walks over to you. She kneels and examines you worriedly.
“Are you okay?” She asks. You simply nod your head without a word. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. She wraps her arm around yours and helps you stand up. She spares one glance at Dongeun before wordlessly walking out of the gym with you.
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“One day you will get bored of me,” You say a couple of weeks after the hot iron incident. A part of you felt sad about the possibility that Yeonjin could easily toss you to the side. It’s realistic, considering you’re just her play toy.
“Why? Feel upset about that?” She laughs. You turn your head to the side to avoid her eyes.
“No, I just want to know how far you’re going to drag this thing on,” You reply, fidgeting with your fingers. She snaps her phone shut and leans back into her chair. She hums deep in thought.
“Let me think,” She ponders. A playful glint sparks in her eyes. She flips her hair to the side and leans forward, resting against her elbow on the table.
“Til you say you had enough,” She says. You widen your eyes in shock.
“What?” You blurt out. She laughs again and tilts her head.
“I will stop when you tell me to,” She repeats slowly. You blink your eyes before gulping. She knew the game she was playing. She was confident that you wouldn’t be able to leave her side anymore. As much as she had power over you, she gave you a slight chance to own some. Like a little treat. Your very own decision on whether or not you want to continue being with her.
“I…”
“-Before you decide. Spend one full day with me,” She beams.
-
You stare at yourself in the mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. It was picked out by Yeonjin. You touch the edge of your skirt. Of course, it’s a skirt. Your phone buzzes and you rush to read the message. A simple ‘I’m here’ from Yeonjin. You quickly gather your things and rush out to her.
She’s in her fancy rich car, gifted by her parents. The sound of the car unlocking clicks. You give her a quick wave and open the door. Yeonjin smiles in excitement when she sees you in the outfit she picked out. You take a seat and wait patiently.
“You look beautiful,” She smiles. You feel your cheeks warm up.
“Thank you… you do too,” You reply. She smirks and places one hand on the wheel. She places her other hand on the place she enjoys most. Your thighs. Her cold fingers grip the warm squishy skin of your inner thigh. You nibble your bottom lip. She starts driving, paying attention to the road.
Spending the day with Yeonjin was like being treated like royalty. Every store and restaurant knew her. You’ve never seen someone receive so much favor and respect all because of their name. They gave her extra food. Limited items were suddenly available to her. She didn’t bother looking at the price tags when she bought you clothes. All she needed to know was that it looked good on you and she'd tell the staff to add it to her card. Three bags of clothes became seven. Neither of you even held the bag. A staff member held it for you til they placed it in the trunk of her car.
When it was time for dinner, she got a place where there was a front view of the whole city. She orders multiple entrees, each worth the same as a regular person's paycheck. When you thought the day was ending, Yeonjin drives you to her house.
-
The sky is dark and you shift comfortably on the coach. She sits next to you while playing a game on her phone. The game sound beeps happily. She hums in deep concentration.
“Thank you,” You say. You truly meant it. No one has treated you this way before. Yeonjin was different. She giggles and grabs ahold of your hand without looking up from her phone.
“Of course. You’re mine, remember,” She reminds you. Her hand stays wrapped around yours. She has a sweet smile on her lips. You bite back a smile. She continues playing the game til she is satisfied. She snaps her phone shut and averts her attention fully on you. She places her hands on your thighs and leans forward. She places a small kiss on your neck. It tickles, making you giggle.
“I want to do one more thing with you before you make your decision,” She requests, pulling away. You slow down your chuckle. You place a hand on top of hers. Your fingers gently rub her soft skin.
“What is it?” You question, licking your bottom lip. Her eyes darken and her breathing slows. She suddenly stands up to her feet.
“Follow me.”
-
You’re in her room, sitting at the edge of her bed. She stands in front of you, brushing her hand against your cheek. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She tilts her head playfully and lowers her hand til it reaches your neck. She suddenly grips it causing you to gasp. Your hands claw at her wrist. She darkly smiles as she watches your face turn scrunch in pain. It turns her on. She pushes you deeper into the middle of the bed. Your head rests on her pillow and she towers above you. She holds on to your throat a little longer until she lets go. You gasp for air. She doesn’t let you catch your breath long before she starts kissing you again. Her lips move slowly against yours, digging her fingers into your inner thigh. You moan into her mouth and she smirks. She starts to touch the edge of your shirt and naturally pulls it off. You urgently reach to take off hers, but she stops you.
“In a hurry?” She jokes. She starts kissing you again. She slides her hand under your skirt. The sides of your panties loop around her fingers. She tugs it and you can feel the cold air touching your core. You sink into the kiss feverishly and she laughs. You pull away, blushing. She smiles and pecks your lips again before disappearing to the side. You're left alone breathless and shirtless. You nervously glance around. Analyzing her decorations.
Yeonjin appears in front of you, wearing just a bra and panties with two large red string ribbons around her hands. Her long black hair drapes over her shoulder. Her nipples visibly harden against the fabric of her bra.
“You trust me?” She asks.
“Yes. I do,” You answer. She smiles in satisfaction and gestures to you to bring your hands up. She starts wrapping the red ribbon around your wrist. She tightens and tugs it hard. You can barely move your hands. You look at her worriedly to which she responds by kissing you sweetly. Suddenly your vision gets covered by the last red string. You feel her push your tied hands up above your head. The sound of a metal click reaches your ears. Your heart rate quickens. Your chest moves up and down fast. All your other senses seem to heighten.
“You look scared,” She purrs in your ear. You twitch and attempt to reach out, but something stops your arms from moving. She chuckles darkly. You feel her lips suddenly kissing and sucking your neck. Her teeth grind against the skin. Her lips move down to your chest. She grabs your boobs hard, twisting your nub. You grunt and pull onto the tie. She chuckles and continues touching your boobs. A hot wet feeling starts touching your nipple. You moan, tilting your head back. In contrast, you can also feel her teeth occasionally biting down.
“I know this is making you wet,” She purrs as she moves her free hand under your skirt. She tests by rubbing the tip of her finger on your folds. She chuckles at the silky mess under her finger.
“Dirty girl,” She hums. She moves up to touch your needy clit. She rubs it slowly, causing you to jerk.
“Please. Go faster,” You beg. She listens and starts to quicken her tempo. You cuss and grip the ties. Your lower stomach clenches. Wet noises from the movement of her fingers on your cunt become louder. You bite your lower lip while your back arches.
“You feel wet enough,” She notes. She removes her fingers and you whine. She examines the silky juice on her fingers.
“Please don’t stop! Go faster and harder please!” You cry out. You feel the bed dip and lift. You’re alone again. Your lower stomach begins to slow down in pleasure. You use your ears to listen to what is happening. Sounds of shuffling can be heard.
Yeonjin is looking through her toy collection. She sings and hums as she scans which one she wants to use on you. A decent large d!|dō catches her attention. She picks it up and feels the heavy girth on her hands.
The bed dips again and you get butterflies. She moves her body to the slit of your legs.
“As much as I love this skirt on you. I need to see,” She chirps. She pulls the shirt off your body and tosses it to the side. Your cunt glistens so sweetly. She bites her bottom lip as she places the toy on top of your core. You feel a large object move up and down your slit slowly.
“Yeonjin, what is that?” You pant. She shushes you, gently rubbing your lower stomach. She moves and rotates the toy until it is glistening with your juice. She leans the tip of the toy into your core. She slowly starts shoving it into you. She doesn’t go fast, allowing you to adjust. Your breathing hicks and you cry in pain. Her cunt pulses watching your core being forcefully open.
“Fuck!” You cuss.
“Does it hurt?” She hums. She slows down and starts pulling the toy out. You buckle your hips. The red blind ribbons feel stuffy and sweat starts to form on your forehead. You shake your head no. It hurt, but it also felt so good. It stirs something in you knowing that she’s using your body for her pleasure.
She pushes the toy back in and you sob out a moan. Your legs start to shake. Your wrist is starting to bruise and turn red by how hard you tug the ribbon. You tilt your head back, sobbing into the ribbon. She presses her hand harder on your lower stomach. The girth of the toy fills you deeper. You start to thrash your body uncontrollably.
“S-slow down,” You choke. She laughs light heartedly.
“I thought you wanted me to go faster and harder,” She teases as she pulls the toy out only to shove it back in. From how much you’re moving, the ribbon on your head starts to shift. Your head tilts to the side and the ribbon begins sliding down to your neck. You grimace at the sudden exposure to light. Yeonjin lifts her eyebrow in amusement. You peer down to see her resting comfortably between your legs. One hand holding the end of the toy. You can see it disappearing in you. She pauses to let you soak in the sight.
“See it? You’re taking it so well like a good girl,” She hums. She moves her hand quickly. Letting you watch the toy shove deep within you and out. Your hips jerk and start to chase after it. Tears start to escape the edge of your eye. You bit your lip, enjoying the pleasure. Yeonjin watches your tears roll down your cheeks. It turns her on even more. She angles the toy til she hears you moan louder. She found your spot.
“I’m so close!” You moan. She moves her hand a few more times til she pulls out the toy completely. Your core squeezes around nothing, sending a painful throb in your stomach. You pant hard while tugging on the ribbon
“No, please don’t stop,” You cry. Yeonjin tilts her head with a joyful glint in her eyes.
“You can only come… if you decide to be mine. If you don't want to, I can stop,” She explains. She eyes the toy playfully before placing the tip on her tongue. She makes sure you’re looking at her before she licks the tip of the toy. Your juice coats her tongue and she moans. She wraps her lips around the toy and sucks it before pulling it out with a ‘pop’. She places the tip back into you. You let out a soft moan of need.
“So… what’s your answer?” She smiles. Before you could say anything she shoves the wet toy into you. Her pace is brutal. Your body twitches feverishly. Your cheeks are red and wet with tears. She’s already bringing you back to your high.
“Fuck!” You grunt. She doesn’t slow down. You can hear her giggling sinisterly.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” You cry, your body moving along with the hard thrust.
“Say it,” She reminds you. Her hands move the toy up and down fast at an angle. Her other hand moves to squeeze your sensitive clit. The pleasure is near and it feels too good to stop.
“I’m yours!” You confess. Your words slurs in with moans. Yeonjin smiles, her core pulsing as she watches you chase your high. She clenches her legs together.
“Come for me,” She moans. You moan loudly, back arching. Your body twitches. You feel your juice rolling down and onto the bed sheets. She leaves the toy in you and she moves up to kiss you. Her wet tongue slides against your mouth. Your brain is foggy, unable to think.
synopsis IF YOU LET ME STAY THE NIGHT, I THINK I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO STAY FOREVER ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ in which you spend 7 days in cebu, and the fellow tourist you meet by chance makes it difficult for you to stomach the thought of leaving.
pairing choi soobin x (f) reader
genre fluff, smut, reader and soobin are both tourists, strangers to friends to lovers
a/n first fic on this blog kinda nervous :3 been feeling sososo much for my soobie doobie these days, my love couldn't help but spill all over tumblr. hi, new friends! ♡
It seems as though the whole universe has conspired against you.
Standing under the scorching heat, you could not help but think that you should have stayed in the confines of your sweet, humble abode. If only Karina hadn’t convinced you to, in her words, “Step out of your comfort zone, you homebody!”, then maybe you would have been 12 episodes deep in a new drama, or even getting your rank rating up in League of Legends.
It’s hard to gaslight yourself that your trip to Cebu is supposed to be a cathartic experience when it’s all starting so horribly already. Not when you are fresh off a miserable flight with the person in front of you reclining their chair all the way. Not when some businessman spilt their coffee all over your pristinely white hoodie, mumbling that you should have stayed out of the way because he has a flight to catch. Not when you are all alone while everyone else seems to be having the time of their lives raving about the beaches and parties this place has to offer. Not when you couldn’t even shoot a message to Karina complaining about how this was such a dumb idea for a raging introvert like you, because your stupid phone is betraying you and it can’t catch a stupid signal.
And while you are easily irritated, it’s also easy for you to come to terms with the fact that you will be stuck on this island by yourself for 7 days. You tried your best to convince Karina to come with you, but she kept insisting that it was time for you to attempt solo traveling just for the experience. Easy to say for someone as outgoing as her. You huff, feeling defeated as you slump to sit on your luggage, waiting for a cab to take you to your hotel, when you catch sight of a man bickering with… a cab driver?
“What do you mean I have to pay a thousand pesos? My hotel is 15 minutes away!”
If you thought you were already the epitome of irritation, this guy was far worse. He looks like he just clawed his way out of hell with how messy his hair is and how much sweat he’s drenched in. Not to mention the bags under his eyes and how flushed his skin looks from how hard he’s keeping his annoyance within and oh god, he’s beautiful.
He drags his feet to walk away from the cab, eyebrows still furrowed, and you had to begrudgingly stop yourself from checking this stranger out because you do not want embarrassment to lace all the exasperation you’re feeling right now. You feel your cheeks heat up when you realize he stopped to stand beside your slumped form, sulking like you’ve lost all your will to live.
“Jesus, it’s so hot…” you hear him groan as he types away on his phone. You assume he’s complaining to a friend because it’s what you would have done. That is, if you could catch a signal.
You giggle to yourself and he snaps his head to look at you, expression softening.
“Tourist?”
He’s talking to you. What the hell are you supposed to do when a man (who looks like he stepped out of a typical romance drama) strikes a conversation with you? You choose to face him, avoiding eye contact, and nod meekly.
He immediately whines. A behavior such a stark contrast to a man whose figure towers over you, “Can you believe that cab driver tried to charge me 1000 pesos for a 15-minute ride? My friend told me they overcharge tourists like crazy, so I should just act angry, but I guess I’m not scaring them off..?”
You finally make eye contact with him, skimming over his features. He’s handsome, but not in a way that suffocates you. He’s… cute. Makes you feel fuzzy inside with his soft features. Round, wide eyes, nose slightly scrunched, and the way his front teeth sit on his bottom lip makes him look like a bunny who wasn’t given enough carrot treats. What the fuck are you even saying at this point? He’s just some guy. Okay, a gorgeous one, at that.
You clear your throat, “Maybe you should try an Uber?”
“Ubers aren’t available in the Philippines…”
You nod, not knowing what to say. You’ve proven yet again that you are physically incapable of talking to cute guys.
“Shit. Now my phone is at 1%.”
You snort, “I’d offer mine, but this dumb fuck cannot catch a signal.”
He sighs defeatedly, now sitting on his luggage as well, “Aren’t you going to try and get a cab?”
“I was going to, but after seeing you with that cab driver, I might as well just take a flight back home already…”
He chuckles. Even his laugh is pretty.
“Maybe you’re better at haggling than I am?”
He seems to be right, because the first cab driver you hailed instantly agreed to drive you for 300 pesos. You nod at the stranger while loading your luggage in the back, and he smiles at you in return. You’re probably never going to see each other again. So much for a short-lived airport crush.
You fall back onto the expanse of your bed once you’ve checked in, relishing in the comfort after a pain-staking flight. Stretching your back, you’re relieved to find that the hotel wi-fi works like magic, finally satiating your need for chronically online personal time. After a few moments of scrolling through your feed to see what you’ve missed, you grew bored, pressing the call button beside Karina’s contact name. Her face lights up your screen immediately.
“Yah! Why are you on your phone instead of the beach? I just saw you repost a Tiktok 5 minutes ago!”
You roll your eyes, “Can’t a girl replenish her social battery before going out and about all alone?” She simply chuckles, giving you an avenue to start complaining to her about all the mishaps that have happened so far. You drone on and on until you’ve lost track of all the time you spent just grumbling over every inconvenience, and she reassures you that maybe you used up all your bad luck, and from hereon, everything will fall into place smoothly. You aspire to be as optimistic as she is. Soon enough, she yawns, saying that it’s time for her afternoon nap, and you’re left to scurry over to the bathroom to freshen up.
It’s 4PM when you step out of your hotel room, padding over to the lobby to ask for the pathway to the beach, when you catch sight of a familiar tall figure hunched over the receptionist desk. He seems to feel your presence, because he snaps his head towards you.
“Huh? Oh!”
It’s the cute guy from the airport. You swear you’re going to get a heart attack.
“O-oh? Hey,” you try to muster out. You really, really suck at talking to cute guys.
He smiles, “Didn’t know you booked the same hotel! We could have shared a cab, then.”
“Would be weird to tell a complete stranger which hotel I booked, right?” You didn’t mean for the words to trail off your mouth quite harshly, really, but your realization hits you too late when his face flushes in panic as he responds. “A-ah! Yeah! I suppose it would be really weird. Sorry…”
You glance over at the receptionist desk to see that there was no one manning. Great. Now you can’t weasel your way out of this awkward situation.
“Uh… I was going to ask the receptionist where the pathway leading directly to the beach was, but I guess there’s nobody here?”
He’s shocked. It’s almost animated how his expressions are painted on his face. “I was going to ask them too! I’ve been waiting for about 10 minutes now, but I have no idea where the receptionist has gone, so…” He trails off, and maybe it’s the impatience getting to your head, so you ask,
“You want to just fuck it and find it ourselves?”
He looks at you, and for just a moment, you’re terrified. What if he thinks you’re hitting on him? Wanting to spend time alone with a hot guy? You almost think you’re fucked until he flashes a grin.
“I’m already itching to get my feet in the sand.”
And that’s how you find yourself walking side by side with him. You learn that his name is Soobin, and that he’s from South Korea, working in corporate like you. Soobin tells you about his friend that was supposed to come with him, but he booked his flight incorrectly in an absentminded haze, thus he was traveling solo. You tell him that your friend practically had to bribe you into going on this vacation because of all the stress you have bottled up from your miserable job. He lets out a giggle, saying that he needed to get away from his laptop screen given that even typing was giving him a migraine.
Despite your closed off nature, it was surprisingly easy to fall into a conversation with Soobin. Maybe you enjoyed the conversation a little too much, because it’s only then that you realize you’ve been going around in circles, still not finding the beachside.
“Do you think we’re lost?”
He turns over to you and stops in his tracks, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe?”
And then it hits you. You’re lost. God knows where you are, and you’re stuck navigating your way back with someone you met less than 5 hours ago. Did you really put your guard down for a stranger?
“Shit,” you pull out your phone, only to be reminded that it’s practically useless. It doesn’t help that you’re in a dead zone. You see him fiddling with his phone, seemingly to find a way to map yourselves out of this, but he was met with disappointment upon reading the words “no cellular service”.
You groan, wanting nothing but to go back to your hotel room to curl up in your bed, but Soobin was still adamant on finding the beachside. Unfortunately for you and your aching legs, you had to choose between dragging yourself sluggishly or having a tantrum in the middle of nowhere. The latter was a no-go, obviously, unless you had a death wish?
The fatigue and anxiety were catching up to the both of you as dead silence remained in the air, save from the small huffs you were letting out occasionally. Soobin glances at you from time to time, seemingly to check on your pathetic state. The sun was starting to set, and you’re certain you were going to make it to the headlines as the 25 year-old woman who (a) perished in extreme fatigue and irritation, or; (b) got brutally murdered by a bunny-looking stranger twice her size.
You don’t notice that you were looking at the ground, questioning every life decision that has led you to this absurdity, when Soobin’s awed gasp snaps you back into reality.
“Heol…”
You look up to see a breathtaking view, all yours to behold. The sun was setting in the horizon, etched in the apricot sky. Palm trees breezed through the path, and the salt in the air barely grazed your tongue. Soobin has his mouth agape, eyes full of wonder. Okay, maybe he’s not a serial killer out to murder you if he brought you to such a beautiful part of the seaside. Unless this is all part of his grand scheme to let your guard down? But he looks clueless as he can be, perhaps you were more likely to be the murderer in this situation.
“Come! There’s no one around!” Soobin hurriedly waddles over to a spot just below the trees, inviting you to join him. Once you’re sat beside him in the sand, he stretches the entirety of his legs, letting out a hum of relief. He has a stupid smile on his face as his eyes glaze to take in the golden hour.
“I’m sorry I got us lost. I’ve never been good at directions,” Soobin smiles apologetically. “But hey, this view is nice. We have this all to ourselves.”
No one was around. Okay. Maybe this is the part where he brutally murd-
“I hope you’re not too tired. I… kinda heard you huffing a lot earlier and I figured you were getting antsy. Also it was probably because you were lost in god knows where with a dude you just met, so that must have been scary for you? I can’t convince you that I’m completely harmless because that would make me more suspicious, right? And oh god why am I rambling?” He’s melting into a puddle of embarrassment. Usually, you liked it when men learned to shut the fuck up, but you tolerated his rambling. He was quite… endearing, actually.
You let out a small chuckle, “Soobin, it’s fine. We’re chill. I was just tired of walking in circles, that’s all.” He sighs in response, fingers tracing shapes in the sand.
“The view is beautiful though. I’m kinda glad we got lost. We can gatekeep this experience,” you add, shooting a reassuring smile. Now you feel bad for ever thinking ill of him, because the way he perks up and grins at you just seals the deal that he was never a threat. Soobin turns away to continue watching the sunset, basking in the way the sun’s rays kiss his skin.
Time flew by too fast, and now you’re left with the problem of how you’re supposed to go back to the hotel, when a light suddenly beams at the two of you.
“Hey! This is private property!” Fuck. No wonder there weren’t any people around. The two of you get escorted out, with the security guard huffing about how “kids these days just fool around everywhere”, to which you and Soobin turn crimson profusely. You had no choice but to push your luck, asking him the way to your hotel no matter how embarrassed the pair of you were.
“Okay… that was humiliating,” you cringe and glance over at Soobin, who was not faring any better than you. His cheeks were still puffed out, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip.
“Kinda feels like we’re trauma bonded now,” he mutters, praying that this time around, you were going the right way. “Trauma bonded over a humiliation ritual…. today felt too long.”
You hum, “Yep. Might have to skip dinner. I just want to sleep and stock up on social battery for the next 6 days.”
His eyes widened, “Wow. We have the exact same hotel and trip duration.”
You nod, not knowing what to make of this new knowledge, but all the rummaging in your brain was instantly cut off by him.
“Do you, perhaps…” His voice turns small. “Perhaps you’d like to stick together?”
“A whole week together? You might get sick of me.”
He grins, “Well, if by chance I do, it would be totally fine. We’re most likely never going to cross paths with each other again anyway.”
You don’t know what compels you to, but you agree.
You hope Karina would be proud of you stepping outside of your comfort zone (and trusting that some guy doesn’t offer you as human sacrifice.)
The next few days went by like a dream.
On the second and third day, Soobin took you ziplining and leaping off waterfalls despite your protests. You remember how your heart skipped a beat at his proud, child-like grin when he got you to admit that facing your fear of heights ended up rather enjoyable. The day after, the pair of you decided to take a break from the adrenaline and wandered off to the cultural spots Cebu had to offer. You didn’t expect him to take such good shots of you, worthy enough to be posted on your wilting Instagram account. Karina had even bombarded you with question marks, asking if you’ve finally made a new friend. Imagine her shock when you sent her a selfie you had taken of the two of you, and she found out your new “friend” looks like he stepped out of a manhwa.
By the end of the fifth day of your escapades with Soobin, you had suggested trying out the beachside bars your Tiktok algorithm was raging about. It seems like Karina had magic senses, because your phone suddenly chirped with a text notification while you added finishing touches to your makeup.
rina<3: u crack cebu boy yet?
You furrow your eyebrows at this.
: huh
: we’re FRIENDS
rina<3: and he’s ur exact type
: well yes
: but it would be weird to get in a random stranger’s pants
rina<3: dude that’s exactly why
: u can just leave it behind
: what happens in cebu stays in cebu type shit
: esp if hes bad in bed 💀
: you are so…
: what if i catch something from him
rina<3: feelings?
: oh u meant an std
: i snooped through his instagram and mans looks bitchless anyway
: his following list consists of league gameplay accounts and 4 of his friends
: ugh idk man
: i just
: hes hot but
: i’d rather not put weird thoughts in my head about a dude i’m spending the remaining days with
rina<3: LMAO it’s okay i’m playing
: just sayin u only live once
: and i’ve prayed hard for u to finally get laid again
: especially after ur ugly ass ex
: and don’t tell me u haven’t snooped through his ig either
: ?
: i have but
: just out of pure curiosity
rina<3: love when u get defensive
: u in bed alrdy? do u wanna call and catch up
: im yearning for my best friend
: awww i’m going out
: trying the beachside bars
rina<3: oh? 👀
: enjoy <3
: hoping u break ur vow of abstinence
: ????
: love you
: i’ll call u tomorrow evening maybe
Karina sends a heart and a wink in response, making you smile and shake your head
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you adjust a strand of your hair and suddenly become antsy. All those talks about Soobin suddenly made you feel hauntingly self-aware. You hate to admit that you wanted to look pretty to him. Life has a way of making things fall into place so perfectly, because not long after your frustrated fussing, you hear three knocks on your door. Soobin.
You pad over, opening your door to see Soobin standing in true, awkward, painfully endearing Soobin fashion.
His eyes fall on your face, drifting just a millisecond to your bikini-clad and sheer covered body. You barely miss the way his cheeks burn despite the cold air from your room.
“You look-” he starts, but cuts himself off. Alarms blare in your head. Look horrible? A mess? You look like you tried to get all pretty for me but absolutely failed?
“Look what?” you squeak out, voice small. He scratches his neck, as if debating what words to say. You’re painfully fretting over every possible response until he eventually mumbles something after a few beats.
“You look beautiful.”
He says it so sincerely it makes your head spin. But alas, Soobin is Soobin…
“Not in a creepy way! The color of your outfit just fits you really well. And the way you did your hair and makeup is pretty cool. And-”
You shush him, trying to calm your heart that is about to beat out of your chest, “It’s fine, Soobin. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Awkward silence then envelopes you in the warmly lit hotel hallway, both of you not daring to meet each other’s eyes.
You were the one to break the stillness, “Let’s go?”, to which he hums in response. He looked like he had much more to say, but you don’t dare to pry him on his thoughts in fear of further straining the situation.
One thing you liked about spending time with Soobin is how the two of you go well together. Platonically, you swear. It isn’t even five minutes deep into the walk together when you’re back to telling each other mundane stories about your lives back home. Soobin whines about how he misses his dog, Tori, to which you reply “so she’s far better company than me?”, causing him to ramble in panic. You, in turn, tell him about how you don’t want to come back to office paperwork when you’ve been having the time of your life getting your feet in the sand all day.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” he sighs, seemingly in a haze as the night breeze grazes his hair. “It’s been really fun just doing anything and everything with you.”
You take the chance to finally, actually look at Soobin. He towers over you, looking you straight in the eye like he doesn’t know your heart is about to beat out of your chest every time he does so. His hair is messy from the wind, the outline of his face perfectly chiseled by the moonlight gracing his skin.
In that moment, you know something starts shifting between your feelings and your ever-so rational mind. You can’t help it. Not when he’s looking at you like you hung up the moon. Not when his beauty is one you would only find once in a lifetime.
You’re done for.
Despite this, you push your thoughts down your throat, managing to whisper, “I’ll really miss you when we go our separate ways, you know?”
He chuckles, “Because I’m the only male friend you have that actually takes good photos of you?”
“Your words, not mine.”
He beams teasingly before adding, “I’ll miss you too. A lot.”
Suddenly confronted with the vulnerability of your words, you tear your eyes away from him and start kicking sand beneath your feet, “I don’t know why I got sappy, sorry. I still have 2 days with you.”
“It’s cute,” Soobin reassures you. As a friend would, right? You don’t want to overthink it. “I never would have thought we’d warm up to each other so fast, but maybe I was meant to meet you on this trip.”
“Just so you have someone to buy you vinegar for your jellyfish stings?”
“That, and we make quite a good pair for people who only met at the start of this week.” Your heart feels like it’s being tugged from all sides, painfully reminded of the fact that you’ve grown attached to him in such a short period of time.
Right. You really shouldn’t get too attached to someone who will be an ocean away by the following week.
Your forlorn musings are interrupted by the chants of people that cut through the bubble you and Soobin have placed yourselves in. He flashes an ever so sweet smile at you, taking your hand in his.
“You ready to get absolutely shitfaced?”
The world is spinning before your eyes.
“Sooooobieeee” you slur out, arm snugly wrapped around his. “Let’s drink more!”
You don’t know how much alcohol is flowing through your bloodstream, but it was enough for you to cling into Soobin like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Literally. If it weren’t for him, you would have fallen face flat into the ground.
He squeaks, “No more! You’re red all over!”
“And you’re not!” you pout, “It’s like I’m the only one having fun!”
You would have thought he was starting to get sick of you if it weren’t for his grip tightening before he says, “I’m having fun. But-”
“Soobin. Soobin. I’m going to throw up.”
He mutters a profanity in his native language, dragging you up so gently and guiding you somewhere your inebriated mind couldn’t fathom. It’s only when you breathe in the stench that you piece out that he had taken you to the bathroom (more specifically, the line of people leading to it.)
“Don’t barf on me, please,” Soobin practically begs, rubbing circles on your back as you lean further into his grip, dopey smile plastered on your face as you admire him from the angle below.
“You’re really, really, reallyyyy cute, Soobie,” you squeeze the bicep you’re clinging onto, making the man shriek in surprise. “How are you even real?”
He chooses to look away from your eyes that keep raking all over him, cheeks now a carmine red.
“I told you earlier that you didn’t look too bad yourself, but I wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely fucking beautiful. Far prettier than me. Even though I spent so long trying to look cute for you,” you stumble over your words as he keeps his hold on your waist. You don’t even notice that it was your turn to enter the bathroom when he sighs and escorts you inside, oblivious to the stares you got from stepping inside together.
He positions you so that you’re hunched over the toilet, his annoyingly long legs folded to keep you at eye level while he bunches your hair up. As your drunkenness wills, you expel the intoxication out of your system as Soobin wipes the sweat off your face and neck. When all is done, you look at him and weakly ask for toilet paper to wipe your face with, to which he takes it upon himself to do it for you, gingerly padding over your mouth and tear-stained cheeks.
“All okay?” Soobin asks as he throws the toilet paper away and tidies up the bathroom the best he could.
“Mhm,” you purr, latching onto his arm as he opens the door, receiving pointed stares from the people witnessing you step outside together. You were all oblivious to it, wanting nothing but to curl up into the heat his body tenders. He’s silent as you stumble over your feet, and yet he traces his arm back around your waist once more.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you back.”
“But you haven’t even drank that much yet!”
“I’m not a heavy drinker.”
You sulk as he maneuvers you all the way back to your hotel room.
When he sets you down on the bed, your frown only gets deeper. He’s immediately rummaging through your bathroom, hurriedly asking where your cleansing wipes are before you succumb to slumber, and returns to your side albeit not telling him where it was. It’s funny, really, the way you could see yourselves falling into this routine in the future. A future that seems so out of reach, if only you wouldn’t be miles away from each other when all this is done.
“Stay still,” Soobin whispers, as if terrified of breaking through the air of tenderness sifting through your hotel room. He holds your face so delicately as he drags the makeup off of your lethargic state. He’s merely inches away and yet he seems so far from your reach.
“Soobin,” you let out, almost a pained, yearning whimper. You feel his fingers tremble against your cheek before he resumes his ministrations with a simple hum. “You’re even prettier up close.”
Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Maybe it’s all those talks with Karina. Maybe it’s the rare occurrence of you acting according to impulse– but you close the distance between the two of you, letting out a contented sigh as you feel his plump lips against yours.
The problem is Soobin stays unmoving.
You pull away, shame overcoming the entirety of your system.
“Soobin, I’m sor-”
“Good night,” he replies curtly.
All inebriety has fallen out of the window as you lay down, pulling the sheets all over yourself. You pray this was all just a dream. That you had actually dozed off as he was busying himself on tidying the makeup off your face.
The last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you are his faint footsteps and the clicking of your door.
page.soobin: let me know if you’re awake
: i bought painkillers for you
: i’ll come by then
It’s half past 3 in the afternoon when you awake from your slumber, groaning as you curse yourself for drinking like a maniac the previous night. You simply blink at Soobin’s texts, about to reply when you recall all the humiliation you put yourself in.
Fuck. Fuck. You’re fucked.
page.soobin: you awake?
: you have read receipts on by the way
Great.
: i just woke up
: it’s fine i can manage
: you don’t have to come over
page.soobin: stop
: at least let me take care of you
: i’m okay, soobin
: i swear
page.soobin: i’m still dropping by
: elevator rn
It all happens so quickly. One second you’re grimacing at the thought of seeing him in your disheveled and oh-so dreadfully humiliated state, and the next you’re opening the door for him. He’s dressed in a baggy shirt and shorts, hair disheveled as if he’s been running his hands through it the whole while.
“You should have gone out instead of worrying about my hungover,” you grumble under your breath, eyes not daring to land on him.
“Go out? Without you?” He says it like nothing significant happened between the two of you just hours ago.
“Yeah, I don’t know about that…”
Soobin puffs out a breath he’s been keeping for God knows how long.
“Listen-”
“We don’t have to talk about it, Soobin. I’m really sorry. We should just forget that ever happened and just go our separate ways for the rest of our days here.”
Your mind is in shambles as he stares blankly, debating what to say next.
“Please look at me.”
You can’t deny his request when his voice sounds like it’s about to break. When your eyes meet for the first time since last night, everything just comes crashing out on you. He’s staring so intently, you fear you’ll break upon his gaze.
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“That you find me beautiful,” he pauses before adding, “That you tried to look pretty for me.”
You grimace at his prodding. “Why would I not mean it?”
“You were drunk.”
“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m lying.”
Just like that, another awkward silence falls upon you. You could only hear his shallow breaths, like he was holding himself back. You pray he doesn’t hear the buzzing in your brain.
“I wanted to kiss you,” he professes matter-of-factly.
“You didn’t kiss me back.”
“I didn’t want our first kiss to be of us being drunk.”
You’re dumbfounded as you took in his feverish appearance.
“So, if you’ll let me,” he murmurs, “I’d like to have a do-over.”
This time, it wasn’t you who closed the distance between your lips. In a matter of seconds, all of you is filled with him. Soobin. Soobin, who didn’t want to make a move in fear of you not reciprocating. Soobin, who was patient enough to care for you in the most minuscule of ways. Soobin, who you have at the palm of your hand, giving you himself wholeheartedly. Soobin, who has yearned for you all this time.
His soft lips glide against yours so smoothly, his hands eventually slotting around the curve of your waist to pull you in closer. Kissing him felt like coming home. Pressed up against him is where you wanted to be forever.
Soobin pushes you to lay on the bed, with him following suit. He’s careful not to put his whole weight on you, but even so, you feel suffocated by the affection bubbling within you. He’s all yours, albeit just for this moment.
“Soob,” you manage to mewl out against the kisses he is peppering all over your collarbone.
“You alright, baby?” The endearment is enough to make your legs buckle around his waist, wanting to pull him in closer.
“More than alright,” you gasp as he grazes his teeth against your neck, leaving love bites. “I just can’t believe you’re mine today.”
He furrows his eyebrows, halting his actions, “Today?”
“Today,” you frown. “Last full day together and we’re back to our old lives.”
His eyes soften immediately, brushing the strands of hair from your face before he speaks, “It doesn’t have to be just today. I’m yours evermore.”
“But-”
“I’ll visit you every now and then. You can show me around your hometown, and I’ll fly you out to mine,” he traces his finger against your cheek, “And then you’ll meet Tori. I swear you’ll fall in love with her. And we’ll have all the time to ourselves.”
You snicker, “Do you say that to the girls back home too?”
Soobin chuckles in response, a low humming in his chest, “Home is with you.”
You feel like you’re going insane as you pull him in once more, so overwhelmed with the infatuation. Your kisses escalate from shy smacks to a full-blown makeout session, eliciting soft groans from the man looming above you. The way you touch each other feels as though you’re trying to memorize the feel of your bodies, your hands making their way to the skin of his chest under his shirt.
“Take it off if you want to, baby,” he prompts, half-teasing and half-desperate. You catch your breath before tugging on it, motioning for him to help you in pulling it over his head. Every part of him looks like it was sculpted by the gods so intricately. You really can’t believe he’s yours for the taking.
“You look like you’re about to devour me,” he teases.
“I am about to devour you.”
He moans at your words, taking you aback.
“You’re into that?”
“Only if it’s you.”
You don’t know how much time passes– all you know is that your clothes ended up on the floor and he’s inching his long fingers into your heat. His eyebrows are knit as he presses each knuckle to your walls, while you are left to whimper helplessly. His pace picks up, making your face scrunch up from the pleasure.
“Soo- baby, no,” you have a death grip on his arm, trying to stop him.
“Hurts?”
“No, good,” you swivel your hips, “Just want you inside.”
He gulps, a rush of heat going straight to his groin. “Condom?”
It’s irresponsible, really. Despite having previous experiences, you’ve never done it without. You don’t know why, but your brain compels you to heave in response, “No. I want all of you.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Death by dick seems pleasurable.”
Soobin almost can’t believe the humor laced in your words when he’s about to fuck the living daylights out of you, “Don’t die on me.”
He pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking himself. He’s achingly hard, and it took everything in you not to shoot up and beg him to let you have a taste.
“Soobin, you’re huge.”
“More surface area for me to love you with.”
You were about to shoot him a cringed out look when he guided his tip to your entrance. Both your faces scrunch up in pleasure despite the lack of penetration.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Baby,” your chest heaves, “I need you. I thought I made that clear.”
He beams, a stark contrast to him starting to inch through your insides. He’s biting his lip as he holds your hips down, “You’re- fuck.”
Your brain has officially melted into a puddle when he manages to fit everything inside. He gives you time to adjust to the intrusion, pecking your face all over. You swear this is the closest thing to paradise.
And he’s not far off. You notice how his knuckles are turning white from gripping your hips so tautly, trying to ground himself.
When you give him the signal to move, Soobin swears he could almost finish from the first thrust. He’s almost whining from the all-consuming pleasure, thrusts going from the softest brushes against your walls to calculated presses against the deepest parts of you. Soon enough, you’re babbling against his collarbone, leaving your own marks on his ivory skin. He’s yours, yours, yours.
“Fuck,” Soobin sobs, “I just want to stay like this forever.”
You can’t even bring yourself to respond verbally, resorting to clenching around him. His sobs grow even louder, hips unrelenting against yours. You wish you had met back in your hometown. You wish he was easily within your reach. You wish you had the liberty of being tangled up with him for the rest of your life. You don’t want to let him go. What can you do when the only person you’ve allowed yourself to feel everything and anything for lives oceans away?
“Baby,” your voice is weak as you scratch up his back, tugging on his nape. “About to cum.”
This only eggs him on faster, now slamming his hips roughly as he chases your orgasm. “F-fuck. I-inside?”
You hum, locking your legs tighter around his waist, “Nowhere else. N-need to have a piece of you with- in me before we fly back tomorrow.”
Your words seem to do wonders for Soobin. Your orgasm hits you at the same time he spills his warmth deep inside. You would’ve teased him about how he came so much if you weren’t twitching from the aftershocks of your release. He stays inside as the two of you unwind, him drawing circles against your hips, trying to soothe it from his death grip from earlier.
“You alright?” he mumbles against your neck, lapping at it gently. You hum in response, running your fingers through his tousled hair. You lay in silence, relishing in each other’s body warmth under the covers. He kisses the top of your head from time to time, breathing in your scent.
“I smell like vomit,” you grimace.
“You smell like sex.”
You roll your eyes, “That too. But I’m too lazy to take a shower. Just want to be with you.”
He taps your thigh, smirking, “Just say you want to take a shower with me.”
And that, you did. He takes his time with you, locking you in his embrace as the water simmers through your bare bodies. Mundane as it is, you bask in the feel of his body pressed against yours. You’d do anything to live in this moment eternally.
When it was time to fly back home, it took everything in you not to lock yourself inside Soobin’s luggage. You had walked hand in hand, waiting for each other’s flights back home. He kept kissing your knuckles, hushing sweet nothings. When your flight had been announced for boarding, you had cried in his arms, desperately wanting to take him with you. Soobin, ever the mediator, kisses the top of your head, promising to be by your side in a few months’ time. You don’t dare to look back when you enter the gate. You’re scared you’ll fall into another fit of sobs.
It’s been 5 months since, and you’re lounging on your couch, waiting for Soobin’s daily good morning message. He had been consistent in giving you even the smallest details of his life, the highlight of each of your days being the video call you hop on for your debriefings until you fall asleep.
soob ♡: good morning
: the heat is killing me
Your face lights up as his name pops up on your screen.
: good morning <3
: it’s 17° in seoul though?
soob ♡: wanna see something funny?
: baby it’s too early for your league of legends gameplay
soob ♡: heyyy :(
: but please say yes
: this isn’t related to league i swear
: ?
: okay yes i wanna know something funny
soob ♡: okay maybe this is borderline creepy instead of funny
: [Sent a photo attachment.]
You shriek as you open the photo, feet immediately waddling over to your front door.
There he is.
Soobin has a large grin on his face when his eyes land on you, a bouquet of lilies in his hand extended towards you. Even so, your favorite flowers dull in comparison to your favorite boy. The bouquet is all forgotten on the ground when you run to his embrace, one that you’ve been longing for. You don’t care if the neighbors could hear your squealing throughout the apartment hallway. He’s here. He’s here. He’s here, and he’s finally all yours.
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BFB! (MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER) ⋆.𐙚 ̊. huening kai
♪ best friend’s brother — victorious
IN WHICH your roommate (and best friend)’s older brother comes to visit, interfering with your personal space and your feelings — but sneaking around isnt easy in a shared apartment
# bestfriendsbrother!huening kai x sistersbestfriend(fem)!reader
text au non idol crack oneshot ₊˚⊹⋆ PART 1 / 2
WARNINGS suggestive (references to/implied sex) , kys jokes , swearing , mentions of drinking , really bad humour probably
NOTES not exactly sure how i feel about this but i had fun and its something sweet for the people while i try and find motivation to update my soobin smau . this was so fun that i was considering just making it a full smau/written fic but only if its what the people want
split into two parts solely because i went crazy and had too many photos ….. my bad :/
for my wonderful beautiful hyuka bias best friend cass i love you lady
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