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puppy!jake who follows you around without even realizing he’s doing it. you get up to grab a glass of water, and somehow thirty seconds later he’s wandered into the kitchen too, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. if you point it out, he’ll blink at you in confusion before looking around like he’s only just noticed where he ended up. “hm… i guess i did.” he’s not even trying to so blatantly trail after you, he just likes being wherever you are, and his feet seem to know that before his brain does :3
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PAIRING: Nishimura Riki x Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.3K
SUMMARY: Reader and Riki go through a harsh breakup, and after the reader's life seems to fall apart, things start to come back together.
NOTES: Hi guys! it took me forever to get this out because your girl has a job and needs to make bank, but anyway here it is sorry for the waaaiiiiiiit. Also, once again, this is NOT proofread.
P.S this is another idea from my best friend :3
When you get dumped, you think back on every hint, not just the relationship and all of the memories it held, but your whole life. What led up to the relationship, how it changed you, and how it'll continue to change you now that it's over.
Your relationship with Riki was perfect, if not better than perfect. You met in high school at a party. You both stood off to the side, away from all of the drunk teenagers and loud noises. You had been ditched that night by your friends. He didn't care for parties. His friends managed to convince him to go over to you. The two of you hit it off instantly. You had so much in common. Music taste, fashion sense, interests, and more. It was basically love at first sight.
From that night onward, you and Riki were dating. Sure, people said you guys moved fast, but it was never a problem. That's not what came between you two.
Years flew by. You and Riki shared precious moments. He basically lived in your apartment, staying there most days. Every corner you turned had something of his: a toothbrush, a shirt, shoes. He was everywhere.
During the last few months of your relationship, the air between you two seemed to shift. You had no clue why. When you'd ask if he was okay, he'd nod. No real answer. It worried you. It was eating away at you. That was till you finally confronted him.
It was a normal Tuesday evening. You both sat on the couch, but on opposite ends.
“Hey, Riki?” You say softly, trying to get his attention.
“Hm?” He hummed, his gaze shifting from his cell phone screen to your face. You couldn't help but notice the look in his eyes. It wasn't one of hatred or annoyance; they just didn't show the same love you remembered.
“What's going on? You've been acting… distant,” you muttered.
“Nothing,” he spits out, his tone just a hint sharp. His gaze fell back down to his phone.
You fall silent, debating if you actually wanted to force this answer out of him.
“I know you're lying. I just don't get why you're lying.”
He huffs, setting his phone down on the couch and looking back up at you. “You really want me to be honest?” he spat out.
“Yes! That is literally what I'm asking!”
“Fine! I can't stand to be around you anymore!”
Silence washed over the two of you once again, but this time, it felt heavier with the weight of his words pressing down on you.
“..what?” you mutter, looking at him in pure shock and disbelief.
“You heard me. Everything you do bugs me. I don't know why, but I just can't even bear 5 minutes with you anymore.”
Your heart shattered right then and there. His words instantly got into your head and made you wonder what you did wrong. Were you too clingy? Too loud? Too anxious? What did you do?
“Don't look at me like that.” He said.
You looked away. “What did I do?”
“Nothing. Everything. I don't know. It's like your personality just clashes with me now; like we're not as compatible as we thought.”
Tears slowly began to flood your vision, “Riki, don't say that, you know we are–”
“Do I? Do I know that? Because it doesn't feel like it, Y/n.” He says, shaking his head as he looks at you.
“So what are you trying to say, huh? That we aren't compatible? Are you about to dump me, too?” You spit out, the pain making your words harsher.
His silence answered your question. A tear slid down your cheek as you realized.
“Are you about to dump me?”You say, your voice more worried and pained.
“It's just not working anymore, Y/n–”
“Riki, I don't understand! What did I do wrong? I can fix it, please!”
His head shook one last time before he stood up.
“I'm sorry. I should go.” He says. His tone was remorseful.
You watched as he slid on his shoes and left without another word. Tears began to stream down your face. The love of your life had just spontaneously dumped you.
Months went by. You slowly recovered from the heartbreak. It wasn't easy, but with the support of your friends, it was manageable. You focused on your work and being happy with your friends, but the memory of Riki still crushed your soul every time you thought about him.
You’d see things that reminded you of him; a stuffed animal, a jacket, and so much more. It didn’t matter how much time had passed, you couldn’t get over him.
Your friends kept telling you, “Just go on a date!” “You’ll meet somebody new and realize that Riki was never worth it.” And such things. They eventually got through to you, but that didn’t mean you were ready.
You stand in your bathroom, adding the final touches to your makeup. your hands run through your hair to perfect it. Tonight you had a date; A date with a new man; a new man from Tinder. You hear your phone ping with a new notification. Your eyes glance down at the device, and you pick it up reading the message.
Your friends in a group chat hyping you up. You knew they were only trying to help you be happy again after Riki, but it felt like they were pressuring you to move on when you weren’t ready.
You let out a sigh and slide your phone in your purse. You give yourself one final once over in the mirror before walking out from the bathroom, grabbing your car keys, and leaving your place to head to your date.
As you drove, your mind drifted to Riki. It felt like you were betraying him. You could almost picture his hurt and disgusted face, but you knew that he wouldn’t react that way. You were broken up. He was probably going on dates as well; you were sure of it. As your car pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, you shook the thought out of your mind. You were moving on. You didn’t need him, right?
The restaurant was a semi- fancy Italian place. As you stepped in the front doors, the smell of red wine and food overwhelmed your nose. The restaurant was busy, but luckily you had a reservation. You were brought to your table and sat, waiting. You glanced at the watch on your wrist. 7:26 P.M. You were early. He’d be there soon. You let out a sigh, your thoughts swarming your brain. What if this was a bad idea? You weren’t ready, and now you’re about to lead somebody else on. Maybe you should leave.
Your thoughts were cut off by a server walking over. He asked what you wanted to drink. You ordered water, thinking it would be respectful to wait for your date before ordering. You couldn’t leave now. That would just be cruel.
Time ticked away, and your date hadn’t shown. You kept glancing at your watch, observing as the minutes ticked by. 7:31. 7:34. 7:41. 7:53. 8:02. Next thing you knew, it had been an hour, and he hadn’t come. You checked your phone, hoping he texted you that he couldn’t make it, but, of course, he didn’t. The same server as before came up to your table again, this time looking much more sympathetic.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but unfortunately we do need this table, and since the person you’re waiting on never showed, we were wondering if you’d be willing to give up the table.” He said, looking down at you like it physically pained him to kick you out of the table.
You nod, grabbing your purse. “Of course, sorry.” You say, your voice weaker than you intended it to be. You stand up and walk out of the restaurant. As you walk to your car, you feel tears slowly stinging your eyes. You unlock the driver's side door and get in. Tears began to pour down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Sobs wracked through your body. You leaned your head on the steering wheel, just sobbing your eyes out. The one time you tried to go on a date after your horrible breakup, you got stood up. Just your luck. Without thinking, you picked up your phone and called Riki. When the call began to ring, you froze, realizing what you had just done. You reached your hand over to click the hang up button, but he answered before you could do so.
“Y/n?” His voice said, sounding both confused and almost concerned.
At the sound of his voice, you instantly sobbed harder. You heard a small sigh come from your speaker before he spoke again. “Are you okay?”
Between choked-out sobs, you managed to mutter out “No.. I.. don’t know..”
“What’s wrong…?” He said, his voice becoming even softer at the sound of your broken sobs.
You sniffled, trying to hold back sobs so you could speak. “ I was trying to finally move on and.. and I got stood up on my first date…”
Once again, you heard him sigh, but this time it was a bit louder. “Y/n..” he muttered.
“I’m sorry, I.. I shouldn’t have called you. I.. I don’t even know why I did.” You say in a trembling, weak voice.
“Don’t apologize.” He said in that firm, yet comforting voice that used to always reassure you, though today it just made you sob harder.
For a minute the call was silent, as he just listened to the sound of your cries, that was until he spoke up again, saying words you didn’t expect.
“Come over.”
Your heart fell instantly as you froze. “..what?”
“I said come over, y/n” he repeated.
“But.. I.. okay..”
“Okay, I'll unlock the door.” He spoke in a soft voice, before hanging up.
You put your car in drive, feeling your whole body shaking. As you drove to his house, your heart was in your throat the whole time. Why did he invite you over? To be friendly? To help comfort you? Maybe something more? The thoughts consumed your mind, and between that and the tears, you barely could focus on driving.
You made it to his place around 15 minutes later. You sat in your car for roughly 5 minutes, and then stood at his door for a solid 5 minutes before you knocked. You knew he left the door open, but it felt wrong to let yourself into your ex's apartment. He opened the door and glanced over you. He saw the way your mascara had messily slid down your cheeks as you cried, the way your nose was red from sniffling, the way you picked at your fingers out of nervousness, and the worst of all, the broken look in your eyes.
Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. Your head instantly fell to his shoulder, where you broke down crying again. It felt both amazing and painful to be in his arms again. Your shaky hands slid around his waist, hugging him back.
The two of you sat there for what felt like eternity. He eventually pulled you inside and led you to his familiar couch. You sat down, still trembling slightly. You watched as he suddenly dropped to his knees and took off your heels. You almost melted into a puddle. Once he gently slid off your shoes, he sat beside you.
“What do you need?” He muttered, looking at you.
You sniffled, “I don’t know..”
His hand slid behind you, pulling you into his side. “Just silence? That’s what you always wanted before, yeah?”
You nod. Of course, he remembered. Any time you were upset, you just wanted silence. It hurt knowing he still remembered the little things about you.
Silence washes over you; one that wasn’t tense, yet was filled with unspoken words. You could basically feel his eyes scanning over you as you leaned against his side. You could barely focus on it though. After months of holding onto hope, you finally sat in his arms again.
“Can I say something?” He whispered, breaking the silence between you.
You instinctively nodded, listening to what he had to say. You heard him sigh before beginning.
“I regret it.”
“..regret what..?” You said, but you knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Y/n, do I really need to say it? I regret leaving you. I regret breaking your heart. When I walked out that day, I felt disgusted with myself. I had pushed away the one person who made me feel loved. And I regret it so much.” He said, pouring out his heart to you.
You pulled away slightly, sitting up fully to look up at him. Your stomach was churning. Your mind was spinning. This didn’t feel real.
“You’re serious..?” You mutter, looking at him like he had just told you his deepest darkest secret.
“Dead serious. I can’t get you out of my head. When I saw you call me tonight I knew this was my chance to get my girl back.”
His words made you melt. All the memories of your past heartbreak had faded away, leaving you with the fresh memory of his heartwarming words. “My chance to get my girl back.”
You reached over and hugged him, squeezing him so hard you heard him let out a small ‘oomph’ noise. He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you. He leaned his head on top of yours, taking in the feeling of you, the girl he almost lost for good, in his arms.

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PAIRING: Martin Edwards Park x Makeup artist!reader
WORD COUNT: 2.3K
SUMMARY: Martin Edwards Park’s new makeup artist seems cold, but is really trying to remain professional after being ‘too friendly’ at her last job. He slowly chips away at her stern demeanor, causing a whirlwind of emotions in both of them.
NOTES: Hi guys!!! I hope u guys like this cause I love this idea hehe thank my best friend for that... also beware, this has not been proofread.
You stood between a large vanity and a chair. In the chair sat Martin Edwards Park, a new, yet extremely popular K-pop idol in the group CORTIS. The bright LED lights around the vanity’s mirror lit up the entire space, glowing around him almost like a halo. Whether you’d like to admit it or not, he was gorgeous. And somehow, you were his new makeup artist.
As you stood in front of him, doing his makeup for some interview you weren’t informed about, he suddenly opened his mouth and spoke.
“So, what’s your name?” He said, looking up at you as you brush some powder off his face.
“ Y/n.” You simply say, your ΅tone colder than necessary.
Silence fell over the two of you, tension slowly building in the air. That is, until Martin breaks the silence once again.
“…Well, I’m Martin.” He said, as if you didn't already know that.
“I know.” You state, continuing to work on his makeup.
As the room fell quiet once more, you noticed his eyes trailing over your face. It was subtle, but it seemed like he was looking over all of your facial features. Your stomach twisted in a knot. You found yourself wondering what he was thinking. Maybe he thought you were pretty, hot, or maybe you just had something on your face. You shook those ridiculous thoughts out of your head.
“Well, I guess you're not much of a talker, huh?” He said, disturbing the tense, silent atmosphere once again.
You simply shake your head. His eyes skimmed over you once more, this time trailing down from your head to your shoes.
“You're much different than my last makeup artist. He would just talk and talk and talk and talk.” He said, obviously trying to spark a conversation to keep the awkward silence away. You notice this and decide to respond at least a little. Small talk wouldn't destroy this job, right? It wouldn't end up like the last one.
“I try to remain professional.” You say, putting down a makeup brush and grabbing another.
“Why?” He questioned. He seemed very curious. Possibly even intrigued by you.
“Because…” You pause. Why did you stay professional? Other than the typical “I don't want to lose my job” bullshit. “Because I want to keep my job.”
“Wow, very original. Now, why do you really stay strictly professional?” He said, seeing through your vague response.
It's not like you lied; you did want to keep this new job, but being professional definitely wasn't the main reason you remained strictly professional.
“I already told you.” You said, keeping your firm professional tone. You watched as he rolled his eyes, not buying it one bit.
You set down the makeup brush and glance over his face. His makeup looked flawless, though it wasn't just the makeup; he was just so beautiful.
“Okay, I'm done.” You state, backing up from in front of him. You watch as he nods and glances in the mirror, showing signs of approval as he looks at his reflection.
“Thanks. It looks good.” He said, glancing at you. You give a small nod.
A few days later, you stand at the vanity, organizing the products as you wait for Martin to arrive to get his makeup done for a photo shoot. Ever since that first time doing his makeup, you couldn't help but recall how he saw right through your act to cover up why you acted so professional.
“Hey,” a voice suddenly cuts through the air. You glance behind you to see Martin taking a seat in the vanity chair behind you.
“Hey, Martin.” You greeted calmly.
“So, how’s it been?” He said, obviously trying to spark a conversation. He still seemed to be very intrigued by your extremely professional façade.
“Fine. Did you wash your face before you came in?” You respond. You had promised yourself to remain focused on only your job, not making friends.
“Mhm. Did you think over my question?”
You pause for a split second. You knew exactly what question he was talking about, but that didn’t mean you were going to act like it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you put on any skincare?”
“Just moisturizer, and come on, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb, y/n. Why are you so professional? You’re like a robot.”
You sigh, “Why should I even tell you? I don’t know you.”
He pauses for a moment before grinning slightly, “touché. I guess you’ll just have to get to know me then.” He said, his grin growing as each word slipped past his lips.
You couldn’t help but glance over at him. His smirk was contagious; one began to slowly slither onto your face as well.
On that day, you and Martin talked the entire time you were doing his makeup. He would ask you things, questions like “How old are you?” “What's your last name?” “Middle name?” “If you were an animal, what animal would you be?” and so many more. It got to the point where his questions became so funny and random, you couldn't help but let out an occasional laugh, and every single time you did, you watched his eyes light up as he began laughing as well.
Then, Martin asked a question that seemed to make you freeze up once more.
“So, what did you do before this job?”
You paused, the brush in your hand paused mid-stroke against his cheek.
“What, did I say something wrong?”
You sigh, “No, it's just… my last job ended on a bad note.”
“How come?” He said. The look in his eyes showed genuine interest, and something you couldn't quite pinpoint.
“There… was this big scandal.” You start, your hand softly sweeping the brush against his left cheekbone again.
“Scandal?” He repeated, his eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.
“Yeah,” You start, “ One of my clients, for attention, claimed I came onto him. I didn't, but it spread throughout the company, and I got fired. It ruined my reputation as a makeup artist for a year. Nobody would hire me. That was until I came here.” You explain, watching as his expression slowly morphs into one of pure confusion and shock.
“What? Somebody seriously diminished your entire reputation just for attention? Wouldn't that just attract the wrong type of attention anyway?”
“Mhm, it did. He ended up making a few more accusations, but the other women had proof against him, showing he would come onto them. This made him basically be exiled from Hollywood. Unfortunately for me, since I wasn't famous like the actresses who got him caught, nobody acknowledged the fact that he was lying about me as well.“
The look on his face was one of almost disgust. “I can't believe somebody would even do that in the first place. I mean, I feel bad when I forget to thank people for things!”He said, genuinely perplexed.
You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his comment. The chuckle was followed by a small sigh. “Yeah, it's pretty insane.”You say. You paused for a moment. Did you really just spill out a deep story to your client? “Sorry, I didn't mean to bombard you with that story.”You quickly say.
He shakes his head almost instantly, almost making you mess up his makeup. “Don't be sorry. I like that you opened up. I'd much rather you blabbering stories at me when doing my makeup instead of staring into my soul like some tense robot.”
That got a laugh out of you. One that had a few people turning their heads.
“Well, thanks, Martin.”You say, a small smile creeping on your face as you pull the brush off his cheeks.
He smiled back, a wide, warm, and welcoming smile that made your stomach wind up in a knot.
As time passed, you spent weeks doing Martin's makeup. All for events like concerts, music videos, or even just going to the airport. Every time he sat in that chair, you couldn't help but smile and laugh the whole time. He went out of his way to amuse you, whether that was corny dad jokes or crazy stories. It seemed that each time you two saw each other again, there was something in the air. Something that would make teenage girls say things like ‘Oooooooooh’.
It was a Tuesday, a Tuesday when Martin was sitting in front of you as you did his makeup. For an unknown reason, he seemed more silent this time; more observant. His eyes seemed to follow and scan over your every move, whether that be grabbing a product or even stretching your arms.
You turn your back to him to grab a product from the vanity, and when you turn back, you see his chocolatey brown eyes looking up at you with something that resembles both passion and possibly affection. When you spot this, you couldn't help but smile slightly.
“What's that look for?”
“Hm? What looks?”He muttered, his gaze on you not faltering even for a second.
“You're looking at me like you're..I don't know… feeling some deep emotions.”
He chuckled slightly, his eyes finally shifting down to his shoes. “No reason.”
You may have been many things, but you were not blind.
“Whatever you say.” You mumble, proceeding with his makeup.
By the time you're finished, you feel almost exposed. His eyes were on you nearly the whole time. A storm was brewing in his eyes; one that almost worried you.
“Alright. I'm done, Martin.” You said, moving out from in front of him so he could look in the mirror.
His eyes followed you for a moment before shifting towards the mirror, where he paused. His eyebrows furrowed together as he leaned forward in the seat to get a better look.
You notice this, asking, “Hey, what's wrong?”
His eyes stay plastered on his reflection as he speaks, “Why did you put so much blush on me..?”
What? You were confused. “What do you mean?”
“Y/n. Look at my face, I'm like a tomato!” He said, his voice raising ever-so-slightly.
“Martin, I didn't put any blush on you; I never do.” You say.
He freezes. You watch as his face turns even redder. “What?”
“I'm serious.” You ensure.
His face shifts from irritation to embarrassment. He stood up from the chair. “I gotta go. I'm running late for the photoshoot.” He mumbled before rushing off. The time was 2:02. He was supposed to be there for photos at 2:30.
The next day, you wait for him at the vanity. You had to ask what yesterday was about. Was it what you were thinking? You hoped, but you also didn't. You were emotionally confused.
Soon, he walks in and plops down in the chair. He was acting casual, but the way his foot tapped against the floor told you a different story.
“Morning.” You greet, “So, how was your shoot yesterday?”
“Good. Just a standard shoot. It wasn't anything too crazy this time.” He said.
You nod, grabbing a few products and setting them out. “So, can I ask what happened yesterday?”
Silence suddenly swarms the area. You glance at him and notice the way he held himself; tense as hell.
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, do I seriously need to quote you now? Don’t play dumb, Martin.”You said, quoting his earlier words to you. This made him sigh.
“I was just a little nervous, okay?”He said, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.
“Why?”
“Because I just was.” He quipped back a bit too fast.
“Martin.” You said in a stern tone.
He let out a huff. “You're just pretty okay? I couldn't help but really look at you yesterday, and I noticed things, like your eyes. They're just so gorgeous, and they really say who you are. The glimmer in them, the way you squint when you're focused, it's so… captivating.”
Silence falls over you two again, this time much more tense. You stared down at him in pure shock. You felt your stomach doing that weird flip again. It almost made you nauseous.
“What?” You said, your voice barely audible.
“Y/n, I think I'm falling for you.” He spit out, his voice growing weaker, like he was unsure of what he should and shouldn't tell you.
Your world felt like it had stopped spinning, as it had imploded.
“Martin, I can't, I- I work for you.”
“No, don't say that. I know you're scared because of your last job, but think about it. That wasn't real. He lied. I'm dead serious, and even if the world learned about us, I would never let your career be destroyed again. I'm serious, Y/n.”
His words were so obviously genuine, and it made your heart stutter. The way he looked up at you, his eyes pleading, no yearning for you to give him a chance, made it nearly impossible to even consider saying no. You felt his warm hand reach out and grab your own, squeezing it just enough to grab your attention once more.
“Give me a chance; Just one date.” He said, his eyes begging you more than words could.
You sigh. He knew just how to break you down and win you over.
“One date.” You said, agreeing.
You watched as his face lit up like a child on its birthday. He smiled, showing more teeth than you had ever seen him show.
“Okay, one date.” He repeats. “That's all it'll take to prove that you're falling for me too.”
“If you say so, Martin.” You say, a grin spreading across your face.
What began as awkward, fresh coworker interactions became something that no other person had ever made you feel before. It's not fear, or anger, or even despair. It was genuine affection.
FOR YOU? ON THE HOUSE.
PAIRING: Plug!Ryul x Inexperienced!reader
WORD COUNT: 2.8K
SUMMARY: Where the reader smokes marijuana for the first time with plug!Ryul. Both of them get bold and partake in certain activities.
WARNINGS: smoking, drinking mentioned, cursing, fingering, eating kitty, a little bit of pet names... maybe more?
NOTES: Hi guys.... this is my first time ever writing fanfic on this account AND my first time writing about a K-pop idol, gulp. Hopefully, the people who see this like it... plus credits to my best friend for the ideaaaaaa :3
God… why did you let him drag you places…
Your childhood best friend, Ohyul, convinced you to go to a party with him. You… were not the type of person to go to parties. Though it sounds very stereotypical, you were an introvert. Dealing with a bunch of drunk college kids is not what you wanted to do on a Saturday night, but Ohyul basically dragged you by the feet to this hellhole of a party.
Roughly an hour into the party, you were standing around, sipping on a cup of water. Either you were talking to Ohyul or glancing around the room, bored, when he left you to flirt with drunk college girls. What a fun night…
After standing alone for maybe 7 or so minutes, you see Ohyul emerge from a crowd of people, holding a red solo cup in his left hand.
“Yooo y/n, you wanna come smoke with me and this guy I know?”
“Ohyul, why would I want to do that. You know that I don't–”
“Oh come on, y/n. You're always so tense. This shit can level you out.” He says, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence
You open your mouth to protest further, when he grabs your wrist and pulls you off to god knows where.
After pushing through a bunch of plastered college dorks, you finally enter a room. The air was dense with smoke and reeked of skunk. The room was somewhat small, like a person's bedroom. There was a coffee table, a loveseat, and a recliner. On the wall, there was a medium-sized TV playing an episode of Attack on Titan. On the loveseat was a guy who you assumed was the guy Ohyul mentioned.
Ohyul finally lets go of your wrist and sits in the recliner. Since it was the only other seat other than the floor, you sit on the other end of the loveseat. The guy, who was now beside you, glances up at you, then at Ohyul, then back at you.
“Who are you?” He said.
“This is my friend, y/n. She’s never smoked before, so I wanted to introduce her to weed.” Ohyul said.
The guy nodded slightly, looking you over one more time. “I’m Ryul.”He said as if he didn't have a care in the world.
You give a small, tense smile before glancing at Ohyul.
“So… you said it levels you out…?” you say, a skeptical tone obvious in your voice.
“Yeah. I mean, it can level you out. It has different effects on everybody. It makes some people more open, and some it makes them super paranoid.” Ohyul replied, shrugging his shoulders as if he wasn't making you feel worse.
“Yeah, like that's going to convince me to smoke with you.” You mutter.
Ohyul chuckled before digging in his pocket and pulling out a joint and a lighter. He lit up the joint and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing out a large cloud of smoke, adding more smoke to the already polluted air in that room. He then hands the joint ot Ryul, who does the same thing. He then holds out the joint to you.
“Go on, take a hit,” Ryul said, a smirk creeping onto his face.
You took the joint from him, your fingers brushing ever-so-slightly. You look down at the joint. Why were herbs wrapped in paper so intimidating…?
“Y/n, it's fine. It's not gonna kill you.” Ohyul says, trying to ease your nerves, but it wasn't working too well.
“You know what, I can't do this.” You mutter out before handing the joint back to Ryul.
“Aw, come on, it's not even dangerous. It literally comes from the ground.” Ryul said in a faux sad tone, his smirk widening even more. “But hey, if you ever change your mind, call me.” He pulls out a paper and grabs a pen from the coffee table. He wrote what you assumed to be his number before wedging it in the front pocket of your jeans.
“I'm gonna just Uber home.. Bye.” You mutter, mainly to Ohyul, before standing up and walking out of the room.
8 days had passed since that party. Each of those 8 days, you held that paper he gave you, reading over his phone number and debating whether to text him. The idea of smoking sounded cool, but you were just a bit… chicken. Finally, you gathered the courage to shoot him a text. You type his phone number into your phone and send a text.
“Hey”
You hit send and felt a pang in your chest. A mix of regret, fear, and anticipation coursed through you. After what felt like a lifetime, yet was probably about 3 minutes, you got a reply.
“whos this??”
That… wasn't a great start.
“Y/n. Ohyul’s friend.” You reply. If he didn't remember you after this, you were definitely going to have to block him.
“ohhhhhh I remember u. what u wanna smoke now?”
“I think yeah.
“cool. send me your addy ill come by,” He responded.
You had to reread that message roughly 4 times before being able to even think of a response. Your mind was just not able to process the fact that he's asking for your address. You only met once. You didn't even say a word to him!
You eventually managed totype out your address and text it to him. You waited for a response… but never got one. Then, you heard a knock on your door.
Great. He’s here. The plug whose name you barely remember is at your apartment to smoke marijuana with you. And to think you were ever called a good kid.
You walk over and open the door. You've met with him. Ryul was wearing a white beanie, a plain white tank top with a baggy black zip-up, with some baggy blue jeans that were basically showing his ass because of how much he was sagging.
“Hey…” You mutter awkwardly before opening your door more to let him in.
He doesn't respond; he just gives you a once-over and smirks. A smirk that didn't necessarily make you uncomfortable, but definitely sent a shiver down your spine.
He walks in and makes himself at home. He walks over to your small sofa and sits down on it before digging in his pockets. He pulls out a small glass pipe and a small bag of weed.
You walk over and sit beside him, being sure to keep enough space between you two. He leans back on the couch and glances over at you.
“So, how much am I going to owe you?” you finally say, breaking the silence between you two.
“Don't worry. It's on the house.” He says casually.
“Oh, okay.” You say.
The room fell into another tense silence, though it was mainly tense because he couldn't seem to get his eyes off of you or drop that smirk.
“So, you ready?” He finally says. You nod.
His smirk widens. He opens the small bag in his hands and puts some of the broken-up weed into the bowl of the pipe. He pulled out a lighter and helped with the pipe.
“Oh, I'm going first..?” You said, glancing at him nervously.
“Well, yeah, you're the one who's never done this before.” He replied.
You take the pipe and pause. It seemed obvious what to do from here, but you were second-guessing yourself. For some reason, Ryul made you nervous. You couldn't bear the idea of embarrassing yourself in front of him.
“Here, I'll light it up for you. Just put your lips there and suck the smoke in.” He said casually, as if it was the most normal and easy thing in the whole world.
You nod and watch as he lights the bowl. You suck in the smoke and nearly choke instantly. You blow out the smoke and start coughing before you can take another breath in.
As you cough up a lung, you feel his hand move to your back.
“Hey, just try to take in some deep breaths.” He said, but without his typical confident tone.
After roughly 30 seconds, you manage to catch your breath and stop coughing. You glance over at him, noticing not only how his hand is still gently resting on your back, but how good he looks. The look of almost concern in his eyes really did a number on you.
“You good now?” He said, looking at you.
You nod. “I don't know if I feel anything, though. Does it take long?”
He laughs. A genuine laugh. “It won't take long. Give it another minute or so, baby” His response made your heart drop. You tried to brush it off, but you knew he could sense your nervous energy by the way his smirk snuck back on his face.
Silence fell over both of you until suddenly you felt it.
Time felt like it had slowed down. Everything seemed almost fuzzy, like you were in a dream. It felt like there wasn't a problem in the world. You glance back over at Ryul to see him smiling at you.
“You feelin’ it?”
“Yeah..definitely.” You said, still trying to comprehend just what was going on around you.
“How's it feel?”
“Amazing… I think…” You muttered, which made him laugh
The weed seemed to make you more open. More talkative. You and Ryul talk for what feels like hours, just laughing and talking about random bullshit.
You felt relaxed, confident, like nothing could bother you, as if you and Ryul were in an unburstable bubble. You told me about yourself. The little things. The bigger things. Things you wouldn't even tell Ohyul, which was saying a lot, since you told him everything.
He seemed to listen, like actually listen. He would add input, but mostly led you to ramble on. That was until he added a question into the mix.
“Hey, can I ask you something real quick?” He said, casually looking at you as you both leaned against the back of the couch.
“Yeah, of course. What's up?”
“Well, if you haven't even smoked weed till now, does that mean you haven't really done anything else?
“Well, what do you mean by ‘anything else’?” You replied, curious.
“You know, like drinking, partying, sex. That shit.”
You pause. While the weed was definitely making you more open, this was a bit of a sensitive topic.
“Well, I mean… no.” You mutter
“Really? Nothing?” He said, with genuine disbelief in his tone.
“Nope. nothing at all.”
“That's crazy. I don't know how you live like that.” He replied, glancing up at the ceiling.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I just can't imagine somebody not having any sexual interactions.”
“Maybe it's just because I'm inexperienced, but I don't even really see the appeal in sex.” You said with a small shoulder shrug.
Silence. He glances over at you. “ Yeah, that's the inexperience talking. If you had sex, that thought wouldn't ever cross your mind again.” He said with a small laugh, almost like he was flabbergasted by what you just said
Suddenly, a wave of awkwardness crashes over you two. Your eyes lock for seconds that feel like hours, until you break eye contact. He smirks.
“What was that?” He said.
“What do you mean?? You reply a bit too fast.
“That look. You just looked me up and down.”
“What? No, I didn't.”
“Oh, you most definitely did, sweetheart. Don't even try to play it off. Don't tell me you're considering me as an option in your little ‘lack of sex’ sexual fantasy.” He said, leaning closer.
“Ryul I'm not.” You mutter, but you couldn't even make eye contact with him.”
“I hope you know I'm not stupid. I know you're lying. You don't have to lie. Just admit it. Maybe I can help.” He said, a smirk spreading on his face.
The sight of his smirk made your stomach twist. God, were you that obvious?
“Well, even if I was, what would you do about it..?” You mutter.
Oh, the look in his eyes when you said that spoke more words than his mouth ever could. He scooted closer, so close your thighs weren't just touching, but full on pressed together.
“What would I do?” He started, looking you up and down. “I can't tell you, but I can show you.”
The air in the room was charged, like it knew shit was about to go down. The fiery look in his eyes, the way his gaze would occasionally fall to your lips, it was all making you melt.
“So show me.”
That's all you had to say. Within a second, he moved and crashed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. His arms snaked around you, one going to the small of your back, the other to the back of your neck. You instinctively move your arms around his neck.
As the two of you kiss, you feel his hand on the small of your back shift down to grab your ass. His tongue makes its way past your lips and into your mouth. He lets out a soft groan as the kiss grows more heated, his hand squeezing your ass once again.
He then breaks the kiss, only to start trailing kisses down your jawline and neck. You subconsciously tilt your head up, allowing him more space. His tongue trails down your neck all the way down to your collarbone. He then looks up at you and talks.
“Take off your shirt and lie back.” He said in a dead serious tone that could've seriously sent your underwear flying off of you.
You immediately listen, pulling your shirt off over your head and lying back on the couch. He grins and moves so he's on top of you. He continues his trail of hot, wet kisses down your body. You feel his hand trail up from your ass to your waistband, where he begins to unbutton your jeans and slide them off.
“Lift your hips for me, yeah?” He said, and you complied instantly. He yanks down your pants, leaving them on the floor. He glances down and notices just how sopping wet your panties were. He grins at the sight. He uses two fingers to slide them off of you, tossing the panties over his shoulder, and on ot the floor. His hand swipes between your folds, slowly tracing up before making a small circle on your sensitive nub. “Feels good, hmm? And to think you thought sex wasn't appealing.” He teased, tilting his head.
You felt his fingers slowly move down to your cunt and nod, already feeling your eyes threatening to roll back in your skull. Ryul sees this and practically melts.
“Fuck you’re so cute.” He lowers his body down, kissing down your chest until his body rests between your already spread legs, his face now eye level with your cunt.
His lips wrap around your clit, slowly circling his tongue around it. He places a couple of open-mouthed kisses, making your whole body tremble. A single finger slowly tracing the opening of your pussy, tracing the edge so lightly it could've made you moan then and there.
Your back arches ever-so-slightly, yearning for Ryul to pick up the pace. He grinned and proceeded on his slow, teasing pace.
He began to pick up the pace, his finger beginning to pump in and out of your cunt slowly, but reaching deep as his tongue slurped down on your clit.
Your hand manages to find his hair, gripping the root and tugging. He lets out a slight hiss before continuing his assault on your cunt. He suddenly picks up the pace, making you break. His tongue rapidly moving against your pussy, and a second finger slipping in your whole. Your back arches, and the sudden change in pace causes you to spill right onto his face.
“Holy shit–” You moan out, unable to hold back any further noises. You cum hard, vision nearly going hazy as your legs buckle and close. Ryul’s hand grips your thigh, forcing your legs back open as he continues to eat your cunt.. His tongue moves even faster, so fast you have to grip both his hair and the edge of the couch. His two fingers are pounding deeper within you as every second passes. His fingers begin to curl, hitting your G-spot, overstimulating you.
“Ryul, I can't–” You manage to spit out between heavy pants.
His mouth pulls off of you, the bottom of his face covered in your mess.
“How was that for a first time?” he said, his smirk widening as he wiped his face with his hoodie sleeve.
You finally come down from the high of the orgasm and look at him, in both shock and awe. He laughs.
He stands up and walks off before coming back with a paper towel. He once again pushes your legs apart, but this time he wipes you clean. When finished, he tosses the disposable rag on the small coffee table before pulling your hand to get you to sit up.
“You good?” He then says, as if he were genuinely asking.
You nod, glancing at him. “Yeah. I'm good. Better than good, actually…”
He let out a chuckle at that. His arm moves around your shoulders, and he pulls you against him.
“I'm glad I could give you a first time. That is for weed and getting eaten out.” “Me too.” You mutter.
“If you ever want to do this again, you got my number, okay?”
You nod, feeling nothing but bliss from not just the marijuana, but the thought of Ryul being willing for another day like this.
if no one got me ik the law of assumption got me

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my boyfriend look good asf that’s all i’m gonna say.
im so excited to see enhypen & also jay park w/ lngshot like ugh i love concerts cries
bring my apple back bruhhhhh
being an engene and atiny on twt always feels like the picture of that sad wolf between his fighting parents
The thought of never seeing them on stage like this together ever again makes me sick.

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im genuinely sick to my stomach over heeseung leaving enhypen. like. it makes no sense.
this enha comeback actually has me insane
im not ok