I Love It Fanfics

Wow. 1 whole year. I can’t believe it. 1 year ago, I created this page. 1 year ago, I asked 3 absolute strangers to help admin with me. 1 year ago, those 3 absolute strangers became 3 amazing friends of mine. It truly doesn’t even feel like it’s been a whole year. It feels longer than that. So much as happened this last year in my life. I turned 18. I played my last ever softball game. I sang at my last concert. I graduated. And now I’m starting off on a new path with a job interview this week. This past year has been so stressful and overwhelming I never had anytime to write (other than multiple 4 page essays, thanks Mr. Pierce). However, I had no doubt in my mind the other admins wouldn’t cover for what I lacked. They’re an amazing group of individuals and I couldn’t have asked for anyone else to get to know and grow to love over the past year. I hope we continue to soar across the endless skies with our newly sprouted wings. And I hope y’all continue to watch over us and support us on our journey of flight. Thank you so much! -Admin Cat

Hi guys!! Oh my gosh, it's already been one year! I've come to love and care for all of the admins. We may not talk often but when we do, it's still a good time. Although we may not update as often as we'd like, we're still so thankful for the people who are here and read what we write. So I'd like to say thank you. Thank you for everything. As for me, I'll try and get over this crappy writers block and think of more great things to post. Here's to more memories!! ^^

- Admin Moon

 ↳ i squinted my eyes as i sat up in bed, raising my hands above my head in a stretch while yawning. the sun was overpowering this morning, causing me to stand up to close the blinds.

 i stood back, watching the sunrise peeping up from behind the silhouette of the sky scrapers. my line of vision trailed to the beautiful boy sprawled out on my bed; his messy auburn hair flat against his face, his perfectly shaped lips parted ever so slightly as small breaths escaped from his mouth, his curled lashes brushing against the tops of his round cheeks.

 the whole sight made my heart swell, a smile weaving onto my lips. i carefully walked over towards his sleeping figure, standing over him as my shadow casted over his face. i gently removed the hair from his forehead, bending down and placing a soft kiss on the skin now exposed. 

 the smile didn't leave my cheeks as my feet made their way to the kitchen, beginning to make breakfast. it was jun's favorite meal of the day; he loved waking up to hot food to start his day off right.

 i didn't normally cook, especially not this early, but a certain something came over me. jun was usually the first to wake up, so it had been a while since i got to admire his innocent state. 

 my heart had swelled up with a sudden and overwhelming amount of love and affection for the sleeping boy, which pushed me to attempt to make him a nice breakfast.

 today was special, he had the day off and said all he wanted was to spend it with me. those words alone meant more than any gift or fancy date he could offer.

 my mind was brought back to present time when i heard the bacon on the stove top sizzle and i began to hum quietly as i finished preparing the rest of the breakfast. 

 jun had been singing various chinese lullabies to me before bed and the tunes had been stuck in my head. i couldn't remember the words, leaving me to just hum and sway my hips. i had begun to run my hands under the faucet, trying to rinse off the residue from cooking, when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. i recognized his touch instantly and reached for a towel to dry my hands before spinning around and burrying my face in his chest.

 his arms moved to my shoulders, locking me in a warm embrace. my hands were around his hips, fingers locked together. "good morning." i mumble as i play with the hem of his shirt. "you could've stayed in bed, i know you need the sleep."

 jun shrugs and lifts my head up, smiling down at me and peppering kisses on both of my cheeks. i giggle and close my eyes, trying to wiggle away.

 "don't worry about me", he mutters. "besides, if i slept any longer i wouldn't get more time to stare at your pretty face." 

 i roll my eyes at his cheesy comment and lightly shove him away, going back to cooking. i take the hair tie off my wrist and slip my hair into a pony tail on top of my head. i use one hand to flip the scrambled eggs and the other to push my baby hairs  out of my eyes and behind my ear. 

 jun snuggles up behind me again, this time kissing my neck. he trails his lips up to my jaw, kissing the space behind my ear.

 "how did you get so beautiful?" his words tickle my skin and send shivers down my spine. i try to ignore the heat building up in my face, trying to focus on the food cooking in front of me.

 "stop that." i whisper.

 "stop what? this?" he asks in a teasing manner, tightening his grip around my stomach and kissing my temple. "or this?" he ponders out loud as his hands slip under my shirt and his fingers trace against my skin.

 "junhui." my words intended to come off firm, but my voice wavers and cracks as his lips reattach to the sensitive skin of my neck.

 his deep chuckle rumbles out of his chest and he playfully places his chin on my neck. "you know i'm only teasing you, baby."

 "yeah, i know." i huff. he chuckles again, making me smile as well.

 "the foods ready." i state, changing the subject. jun unravels from me, heading over to our small round table. i long for his missing touch but follow his lead anyway.

 he assists me in carrying the plates of food, pretending to race me in who can carry more. after a few minutes, we finally sit down and begin to dig in.

 junhui takes a bite of sausage and then gasps, closing his eyes. "its so good!" i chuckle and roll my eyes as his childish ways, taking a nibble of toast. 

 the conversation ceases there, both of us too absorbed in eating to be bothered to make small talk. a few minutes pass before i look up, getting the feeling that he's watching me- which he was.

 "what?" i question, scooping some rice into my mouth. he remains silent, propping his head on his palm and just staring at me with a smile. 

 i awkwardly laugh, "seriously? what?"

 he shrugs, the same smug smile on his face. "i don't know, it just kind of hit me. a few months ago i was stressing about asking you out and here you are, eating breakfast in my sweater." 

 my eyebrows furrow together and i look down, not noticing until just now that i slept in one of his favorite sweaters. "is it that big of a deal?" i mumble.

 "i'm just happy i have you, that you're mine. it's the best feeling in the world."

You and Lu Han are recovering from a minor break in the relationship. You had been staying at Byun Baekhyun’s Grandmother’s house since you were closer to her rather than your own family, but Han misunderstands after images surface the internet of you hanging out with Baekhyun. One night, Lu Han can’t keep his hands to himself...and you don’t mind at all.

You can’t see or reach for anything. Han wanted to try something: blindfolding and light bondage. You didn’t want to let him know this is what you’ve been waiting for but were so thankful to hear him suggest it for you two to test out.

Now, his fingertips trace your lips before you open up and lick them into your mouth. His empty hand works its way up your side then caresses your breast and his thumb goes over your nipple, making you whine around his fingers. Releasing the digits, you say, “Please, no more teasing. I don’t know how much longer I can la--”

“Shh, Lea. It’s okay, you can do this,” Han whispers, kissing the spot between your brows before his hands resume roaming your body. His now wet fingers trail down your chin to your jaw to your neck to your chest to your untouched breast then over the nipple before his lips go to your neck, following the same pattern and hums as he listens to your whimpering. He’s been teasing you all night. Light touches at the dinner table, hands up your skirt in the elevator where anyone could walk in and catch you two. Here, he has you all wound up, begging for him to quit playing around.

“Han… Please.”

He rises, all his touch removed except for the press of his hips that are against your propped up knees. You hear a pop then a noise of a liquid. Getting even antsier, you twist yourself as you try to move closer to his heat until you feel a light lick where your body needs the most attention. A gasp slips from your lips, back arching off the bed as Han licks and sucks from your core. His mouth transitions to your sensitive nub as two fingers gingerly enter you. Moans echo throughout the room from Han’s fingers and lips, but right when you feel the uprising, he stops, removing himself from you once again before you feel exactly what you needed.

He enters you as he replaces his soaked digits in your mouth, making you taste yourself as grinds into you. You whine, sucking him clean before he leans down and whispers, “Did Baekhyun fuck you like this?”

You gasp, wanting to open your eyes but remember the blindfold. Han grinds again. “Did you moan for him like this? Was he even about to make you cum? Does he know all your sweet spots that make you keen, whimper, and cry for hours?”

You pull against the restraints, wanting to bring Han closer to you. He continues to thrust into you, your nipples brushing his chest. His fingers leave your mouth, hand moving to your neck as the fingers carefully wrap around your neck while his other hand moves to your nub, rubbing in circles. The digits around your neck tighten as he feels your legs shake, close to your completion.

The feeling of all of him all over you as he continues his actions becomes too much as you release. The thrill of not breathing and no sight still continue even after he removes his hands and the blindfold and pulls out of you, stroking himself until ropes of white decorate your chest.

Han lays down next to you, untying your wrists then kisses your temple before he rolls off. You rub your wrists, feeling the creases of where the restraints were holding you down. Han comes back with an old t-shirt and carefully wipes down your chest before placing a kiss on your sternum. He throws the shirt into the laundry basket then lays down next to you, and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer before kissing him gently on the lips.

“I love you, Han. And no, Baekhyun didn’t fuck me like that because we didn’t do anything. I just stayed at his grandma’s place and slept on the couch; we’re family friends,” You explain yourself as you card your fingers through his hair.

Imagine having on a strapon and having Yixing ride you. He’s blissed as he goes up then down while you stroke him. He rocks back and forth, hoping to somehow make the toy go deeper. His jaw slacks and he moves in forward, inching closer to your chest. Yixing whimpers, repeating his actions. “P-Please, go faster. I’m s-so close.” Wanting to please him, you run your fingers quickly along his length as he bops on your lap, chasing completion. Just when you can feel his orgasm nearing, you pull your hand away. Yixing whines, reaching for his cock to try and finish himself off, but you slap his hand away, tsking.

“Good boys don’t touch themselves unless mommy says so,” you reminded him.

Carefully shifting his hips, he looks down with apologetic eyes. “It won’t happen again.”

You smile up at him as if saying good and gently grip his cock again, slowly pumping him. Yixing gasps and throws his head back, grinding down harder on the dildo. “Please, I want to be good for you. Let me be good for you,” he begs.

“You are being good, baby. Mommy loves you so much when you’re like this. Tell me how you feel.” You increase your speed a little, pumping a little quicker and watch as Yixing’s mouth falls agape and his eyes squeeze shut.

“I feel good for you, so, so good.”

You stop stroking him again—much to his dismay—and grip his hips, stopping him from his subtle efforts. You lift him off of you and start thrusting into him, watching his face as he appears to be shedding tears. Understanding what he needs, you wrap your fingers around him and start jerking him again, spreading more of his leaking precum onto his cock. Yixing twitches forward—trying to make you go faster—but it only makes the toy move in him, emitting whimpers. Instead of gentle touches on his cock, you tighten your grip a little to tug him toward completion. He starts humping the toy again, going up fast and coming down hard.

In no time, his cum is spurting onto your chest and his facial features display absolute euphoria as his actions stutter. Your movements continue uninterrupted until he tries rising from your lap, making you ask, “Where you going baby?”

“But, you have cum on your chest, let me clean you.” He rises off of you, breathing through his teeth as he feels the false cock leave him.

You shake your head. “I still have more for you; lay down.”

Yixing complies, laying on his back and displays his stretched hole before you. Quickly, you grab the lube and yours and his favorite vibrating toy. You cover your fingers in lube then work them into Yixing, make him all slick again on the inside. He holds up his legs for you, making it easier access, then you hastily coat the vibrator with lube and switch it on before wiggling it into his hole.

He gasps at the feeling, feet on the bed and hips toward you. Without hesitation, you work the strapon back into him and grab his half hard cock, pumping it along with the rhythm of your hips going into him.

Yixing is hissing and whimpering, whispering “t-too much” then bites his bottom lip and screws his eyes shut as you increase your speed in your hands and hips. You feel him twitching in your hand from the overstimulation and from nearing his end again. Leaning forward, you roll your hips into him and whisper, “Do you think you can cum for mommy again? Do you think you can cover your pretty skin with your own mess?”

Yixing moans, always appreciating your dirty talk. “Yes, yes. I-I can cum again.”

You smile, ministrations continuing. “You’re such a good boy for me, doing what I ask. Maybe I should have you go all day tomorrow with a plug in, keeping you ready and stretched out all for me. Would you like that baby?”

Tears slip from his closed eyelids as he nods that yes I would like that.

With one final roll of your hips and quick tugs, Yixing’s mouth slacks for the second time that night and comes onto his chest, the white liquid contrasting his skin as you milk him of whatever is left in him. He twitches from the stroking and the vibrator still within him.

“P-Please, i-it’s too much,” he whines, trying to wiggle away from you. Since he asked nicely, you remove your hand and carefully remove the toys from within him but pause.

“Do you want the plug in now or in the morning?”

Completely spent, he waves his hand. “In the morning, I just want to sleep.”

You nod, putting the toys aside to be cleaned later and retrieve a wet towel for the both of you, wiping away the dried cum off of you and the fresh cum from Yixing’s abdomen. You help him to the bathroom to shower so he can go to bed clean. Without him asking, you assist him on washing his body, being gentle with your touches and massaging his waist and shoulders to calm any tension left in his body.

He knocks on the door and you don’t respond at first because you know he will open the door right after, and sure enough he does. He pokes in his head, as if trying to be cute then slowly lets himself in and locks the door and turns to face you while barely whispering, “Hey (Y/N).”

“Jinyoung,” you respond with a dull tone as you stop chewing on your nail and pull your sweater sleeve down to cover your irritated thumb. “You wanted to talk?”

“Uh, yeah,” he moves away from the door and further into the living room to sit on a chair. “I’ve been thinking lately. About us, and hear me out, please.”

Before you go further into the living room, Jinyoung hears you sniffle and let out a long, shaky sigh then you sit on the coffee table opposite of him and motion with your hand for him to speak, “Go on.”

“We… We keep arguing over the worst things and calling each other by terrible names,” he starts off. “We don’t even talk normally to each other - we don’t do this! We don’t talk about our problems in this relationship… We don’t love each other like we used to… You’re so cold,” he finishes as tears start to well up in his eyes.

Your face heats up with anger from his words and tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you respond, “I have every reason to be cold. You lied to me about where you were going, who you were with, and what you were doing, then ignored me when I wanted to talk about it, isolating me.”

Looking into your eyes with a few tears falling and his brows furrowed, he says, “Your coldness hurt me and left me alone,” he stops for a moment to take a deep breath and you’re about to say something when he starts talking again. “I didn’t want to argue today because I realized how much I need you, no matter the amount of pain we cause each other. No matter how many times I swear that I hate you and that I want to leave, at the end of the day, I still am in love with you. It may not be the same as before, but I still care for you and I need you in my life.” A few more tears fall as reaches his hand to caress your irritated hand, and he continues to hold eye contact with you as he pulls your red thumb to his mouth to kiss it, thinking that what he said had brought you two back together.

You cool down and your face is no longer red, but you look away and pull your hand away from him saying, “After being lonely with you, I’m better off being lonely alone,” your words were like daggers to his heart. “This love isn’t even love, it’s hatred, and I want you gone.”

The hurt in Jinyoung’s eyes is obvious and he begs, “(Y/N), please, I love you and need you.”

Standing up to walk over to the front door, you unlock the door and turn back around to see that he followed you. Without the light shining on him, you’re able to see the bags under his eyes and how his body posture hangs with sleepless nights of being heartbroken and suffering from loneliness. You look at his teary eyes and say without any remorse, “I don’t need you,” you open the door, “I’m done with this,” you step out of the way to let him out.

“But (Y/N),” he begs, “I need you… I love you.”

“I hate you,” your voice almost cracks. “Go, get out. It’s over, Jinyoung.” More tears fall as he nods then moves his eyes away from your face and walks out into the hallway. Only then after you close the door and turn the lock, you dare to let the tears and sobs free.

Just being in his presence filled you with peace, warmth, and happiness.

Nonstop cuddling.

You are his sun and he is your moon.

Always together, never one without the other.

Staying at his house since it’s his turn this year to host your annual get-together.

Hot chocolate, with the tiny marshmallows, whipped cream and just a dash of rum to stay even warmer.

Sitting by the fireplace, all nestled closely together with your favorite knit blanket.

Watching each other’s favorite cheesy Christmas movies on his iPad.

But then there are those certain days, where you both just know what the other is thinking.

There’s never a questioning glance.

One soft caress leads to one passionate kiss.

And one passionate kiss leads to hot touches all over everywhere.

This was when you felt the warmest. No one else could make you feel this way.

Loving kisses spread all over your neck as you touch every inch of his body.

Moaning and groaning, skin glistening with sweat by the fire since you were just too into the moment to even bother getting up and taking things to the room.

But as you climax together, he presses his forehead to yours and smiles as he looks into your eyes.

The words, “I love you” is whispered against your lips and then it’s sealed with a soft, warm kiss.

“Hyung, what are you planning?”

Youngjae suddenly stopped walking, looked to his friend, and pointed to the building standing in front of him. Yugyeom followed his finger and his mouth gaped open, surprise written all over his face. “A sex shop?!”

The slightly older boy didn’t say anything and just walked inside the shop, with a still shocked Yugyeom following a step behind. The bell to the shop ‘dinged’ as they opened the door. Youngjae had one thing in mind, but it didn’t exactly involve any sex toys. But rather a sexy costume and a couple of accessories. Looking around, he spotted the aisle sign that had the word “COSTUMES” on it.

They walked down the aisle until Youngjae laid his eyes on what he was looking for.

“A… sexy bunny?” Yugyeom questioned his older friend with a hesitating glance. Youngjae smiled at his friend and grabbed his size. It came with white ears, a white bra with a matching tutu, and white fluffy paws. There was one extra piece he desired; the tail. He walked to the other side of the store and Yugyeom followed along with a questioning stare.

“Hyung, BUTT PLUGS?!”

Youngjae turned a shade of red the younger has never seen him sport before.

“Y-yeah. How else will I have a t-tail?”

Youngjae scans the wall for the white bunny tail, and spots a big fluffy one. He thinks to himself, This’ll tickle … meh. Oh well. It’s for Jaebum. For … Jaebum. He had to keep reminding himself that this was his decision, and he was going to stick to it. He grabs the package and adds it to his little shopping basket, along with the costume. They walk around some more and he picks up some other necessities; lube and condoms. He grabs other random items he thought would be nice to add, like a choker and some handcuffs. He didn’t know how kinky things could get with Jaebum. Soon enough, they’re out of the store and on their way to their dorm.

Before they reach the door, Youngjae hides the black bags in his backpack. He knew some of the members were nosy so he had to try his best to conceal the contents of his bag. Yugyeom was the only one he told and he didn’t want anyone else finding out.

Thankfully, no one bugs Youngjae as he walks to his room. Though of course, he finds Mark laying in bed with Coco cuddled into said boy’s side. Youngjae smiles fondly at the sight. Mark looks up from his phone and motions for the younger boy to him. “How was your day out with Yugyeom?”

“Eh, we just window shopped. Nothing exciting.”

He saunters over to his bed and starts taking out the black bag only to shove it under his covers, hoping that Mark wouldn’t notice.

He noticed.

Mark slowly got up from his bed, so as to not wake Coco from her slumber, and walked over to his roommate’s bed. He peeked over Youngjae’s shoulder, trying to see what the younger was hiding. He poked him on the small of his back, causing Youngjae to yelp in surprise. “Yah, what are you hiding? You wouldn’t hide anything from me, would you?”

Youngjae shook his head and smiled nervously. He began scratching the back of his neck, and that’s when Mark knew something was up.

“Nothing hyung. It’s just some snacks that I’ve had in my backpack, y’know, that I don’t really wanna share,” Youngjae says as he looks up at Mark, trying to put on a calm face. “Hm, I guess. Well come out for dinner when you’re ready. Jinyoung just texted me saying that the food will be done soon.”

“Yeah I will.”

And with that, Mark left to the living room. Youngjae let out a sigh of relief. He stuffs the costume at the bottom of his underwear drawer, and hides the accessories in his pillow case.

He gets up to leave his room, taking one last look to see if anything looked obvious or out of the ordinary. Considering things okay, he leaves and makes his way to the living room. His eyes are instantly attracted to the one person he didn’t exactly want to see.

Jaebum.

He blushes at the thought of what he has planned and looks away, not wanting to think about that any longer than he already has to. They all eat Jinyoung’s delicious food. They don’t get home cooked food often, so they savored every bite.

Weeks have passed and Halloween has arrived.

The boys were all gonna go out to the movies and pick a new horror film to watch. Youngjae’s plan was now set in motion. He was going to pretend to be sick so Jaebum would escort him home to make sure he got back safely and wouldn’t be alone.

Jackson picked out that new “Ouija” movie. Youngjae didn’t like horror films much anyway, just the commercial alone gave him the chills.

He made sure everyone saw him eating something so they would believe that he was feeling ill. Just as they sat down, the previews began to show. Jaebum sat next to Youngjae, and Yugyeom next to him. Yugyeom also knew of the plan because after all, he helped Youngjae come up with it.

About 20 minutes into the movie, Youngjae decides that it’s time.

Youngjae begins to shake his leg and tap his knee. He starts to rub his forehead, and notices from his peripheral that Jaebum is glancing at him trying to figure out what’s wrong. Just then, Youngjae shoots up from his seat and rushes off to the restroom. He ignored that stares and gasps and just made his way to the restroom with his head hung low.

The brunette locks himself into a stall at the far end of the room. Not long after, he hears the door open and wonders if it’s who he hoped would follow.

“Youngjae-ah, are you okay?”

It was Jaebum. Perfect.

“Uh, I don’t know. I don’t really feel good. I think it was something I ate,” he said from his side of the stall. “Come out, let’s get you home.”

Youngjae smiled. It’s all going according to the plan.

He slowly opens up the stall, holding his stomach. Jaebum looks worried and pulls the younger into his embrace. He tells him to wait outside of the theater so he could tell the others that him and Youngjae would be leaving early. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He fished it out and unlocked it. Yugyeom texted him.

To: Youngjae

From: Gyeommie

Good luck hyung~

Sent 9:34 pm

The brunette smiled down at his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. He looked up just in time to catch Jaebum walking towards him. “You ready to go? Are you good to walk?”

Youngjae thought about it for a second.

If I say yes and he finds out afterwards that I was lying, he’ll definitely be upset. But that’ll make some nice angry sex. Yeah why not?

“Can you carry me? I’ll feel better if I can close my eyes for a bit.”

Upon the younger’s request, Jaebum got down to his knees and gestured for Youngjae to climb up onto his back. Youngjae did as he was supposed to and the raven haired male hooked his arms under the brunette’s legs to keep him up and steady. They began to make their way to the dorm. It wasn’t a long walk. The theater was just a couple of blocks away.

Youngjae began to think of the events that would ensue once they get to the dorm. He had his costume on underneath so he would already be ready. He was wearing sweats so no one could tell if he had the plug in or not. But right now, with his legs spread around Jaebum’s waist, he could feel how open he was now. He blushed and nuzzled his face into Jaebum’s neck. He pictured the raven haired boy’s reaction upon seeing the plug and the costume. Youngjae imagined Jaebum freezing up, seeing how delectable his dongsaeng looked in the costume.

The younger started to feel hot. All of these images were turning him on and making him hard. He’s gonna notice. He’s definitely gonna notice. Fuck. We’re barely half way home. Oh god.

Apparently Youngjae was slipping for Jaebum gave him a little boost to get him back up. The friction that that small movement caused Youngjae’s breath to hitch.

“Yah, are you okay back there?” Jaebum asked, trying to turn his head to look at the other. “U-uh, yeah. I’m okay. Just … having trouble staying up.”

Hearing what the younger said, Jaebum hiked him up again, causing even more friction. Youngjae is going crazy. He accidentally let a quiet moan slip but quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, hoping the boy carrying him didn’t hear.

“Uh, Youngjae? Are you sure?”

He stopped and put Youngjae down. He turned around to look at him and saw how red the boy was. Youngjae was looking down, his breathing still not quite under control. Jaebum grabbed his chin and tipped it up so he could look the younger in the eyes.

“Are … Youngjae, are you crying?” Said boy gasped and brought his hands to his eyes. They were indeed a little wet. He didn’t even know when that happened. The pleasure from the plug and the friction against Jaebum’s back was apparently too much for him. “Ah, no. I just wanna get home. Please, can we just go? I think I can walk from here.”

He turns around to walk in the direction of their dorm, and feels a little pat on his bum. He freezes as he notices that the hand is still there.

“Youngjae-ah, what is this?”

Shit. I’m screwed.

Youngjae didn’t think of anything else except for ‘run home’.

He grabbed onto Jaebum’s wrist and began running, dragging the confused leader behind him. It didn’t take long to reach their destination. They ascended the elevator to their floor in silence. Youngjae could feel Jaebum’s eyes on him.

The elevator dings and they’re out just as fast as they got in. Youngjae put in the passkey to their dorm and opened the door, still dragging the leader behind him. He finally let go of the older’s wrist, slamming the door shut behind them.

“Youngjae, what is going on-”

“Stay here.”

He left Jaebum standing in the middle of their living room, looking confused as hell.

He scurried off to his room, wasting no time and began stripping. In seconds, he was clad in his bunny costume. He added some white thigh highs because he knows how much everyone loves his thighs. Especially Jaebum. He put on the ears and the paws, and took one last look in his mirror.

Okay. You’re ready Youngjae. There’s no backing out now.

He opened his door, just enough to peek out and see that Jaebum sat down on the couch. “H-hyung. Can you close your eyes please?”

“I don’t know what you’re doing, Youngjae, but you need to explain right now,” Jaebum said as he huffed out a deep sigh. He closed his eyes, just as the younger asked him to do.

The brunette took a deep breath and made his way into the living room. The older still sat there with his eyes closed so Youngjae just let his body move on its own.

He slowly walked up to the raven haired male and swung a leg on either side of him, sitting himself in the older’s lap. He was still a little hard from earlier, so when his panty clad hard on rubbed slightly against Jaebum, he let out a breathy moan. Upon hearing that sinful noise, Jaebum opened an eye and his jaw dropped.

“Y-Youngjae… What is this?”

“It’s for you silly,” he said with a small smile. “All for you.”

Jaebum took a second, drinking in the sight of Youngjae’s attire. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The Youngjae he knew wouldn’t have been down to do this. Maybe this was a side of the younger he didn’t want Jaebum to know about.

Jaebum placed his hands on the brunette’s hips and took a deep breath. He met the younger’s eyes and smirked. If this was his treat for the night, he was gonna take every single bite he could get. “All for me? Don’t mind if I do.”

Youngjae smiled and nodded, while cutely poking at his cheeks. “Mmm, hyung. Can I have a treat now? Since, you know, I tricked you?” Youngjae let his nerves fly out of the window. He wasn’t gonna be shy. It was just him and Jaebum right now. No one else to bother them or hear of their activities.

The older male looked up into the younger’s eyes and leaned in, placing a chaste kiss to his soft, plump lips. Strawberry flavored chapstick?

“You can have anything you want Youngjae-ah.”

Upon hearing this, Youngjae climbed off of his lap and onto his knees on the floor. He slowly started rubbing Jaebum’s thighs, taking his time to drag this out and tease for as long as he can. He made his way up to the older’s lap, ghosting his hands slightly over his obvious bulge. The action caused an airy moan to slip from Jaebum’s lips and this made Youngjae smile even bigger than before. “Get on with it Youngjae.”

He’s already being demanding and I haven’t even done anything yet.

Deciding to just get on with it, as Jaebum had so nicely asked, he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down a little as Jaebum had lifted his hips. He started to rub him through his boxers and he heard Jaebum’s breath hitch again. The older placed his hand onto Youngjae’s and guided him into his boxers, making the younger grip his shaft. He sighed, the cool touch of Youngjae’s hand felt just right mixed with how hot he felt.

Youngjae began to pump his hand up and down. He leaned in and licked the head of Jaebum’s cock. Hearing yet another moan slip past his lips, Youngjae decided to stop teasing his poor hyung. He engulfed his cock, and went down as far as he could go. Jaebum wasn’t too big, but he sure was thick. Youngjae swallowed around his girth and Jaebum let out a loud moan. He set a slow pace at first. He felt one of Jaebum’s hands snake into his hair and grip a handful of his soft, brown locks.

Youngjae picked up his pace little by little. He felt Jaebum begin to buck his hips, so he gripped onto his sides to hold him down. Jaebum groaned but stopped anyway. He started sucking faster, hollowing out his cheeks. He stopped for a second, taking this time to prepare himself. He slowly started to take in as much as he could, deepthroating Jaebum. Youngjae felt Jaebum clench harder on the grip he had in his hair and the younger moaned. Suddenly, Jaebum is pushing Youngjae off. The brunette looked at him with teary eyes, only because he had just taken him so deep. He coughed a little and looked at Jaebum, confused.

“A-ah, I didn’t want to finish yet.”

Youngjae smiled at this.

“What other treat do you want?”

“Hmm… I want your cock inside of me,” he said with a grin. Jaebum almost choked at how easy it was for the younger to just outright say it like that.

“O-okay. Um, how about you prepare yourself for me then?” Jaebum suggested. He was still kinda shaky from the amazing blowjob he had just been gifted with.

Again, Youngjae had smiled but this time, a faint blush dusted over his cheeks. He turned around and stuck his ass in the air, a full view for Jaebum. His little tutu didn’t quite cover his ass in this position so Jaebum immediately saw the little tuft of white fur. His jaw dropped for the second time that night, watching as Youngjae slowly began to tug on the tail. He was moaning as he was pulling out the plug and when he got to the tip, it came out with a ‘pop’. Jaebum reached forward and caressed Youngjae’s ass. Right before his eyes, he saw the younger stick two fingers in his own hole and he decided that had been the hottest thing he had ever seen (right after Youngjae in this bunny costume).

Youngjae started to moan as he worked his two fingers in and out of his hole. Jaebum could do nothing but stare in awe. The brunette had never done anything like this before, so to say he was just shocked would be an understatement. “Hyung, please… touch me. Touch your bunny.”

Touch your bunny. Oh I’ll touch you alright.

Jaebum pulled Youngjae’s hand away and leaned in close to the younger’s hole, giving it a teasing lick. Youngjae squirmed at the feeling of his hyung’s tongue lapping at his gaping hole. He could hear the sounds and he was making him feel hot. He could feel his member twitch in his underwear with every lick Jaebum did.

“Hyung… please…. I want your cock inside of m-me.”

Jaebum paused.

“Hmm, show me that you want it.”

Youngjae turned over and pushed Jaebum onto his back. He pulled his pants down a little more and sat above Jaebum.

He wasted no time and began bouncing lightly at first. He was a moaning mess already. Jaebum gripped onto the younger’s hips. Youngjae was sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow.

“Hyung, I feel so good.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Let the whole neighborhood know who is the only one who can make you feel this good.”

Jaebum began thrusting up into the younger, meeting him every time he descended onto his member. He was angling his thrusts, trying to find-

“Oh! There! Yes hyung! Please.. That spot, harder, please.”

Youngjae was screaming at this point. Jaebum abused his prostate from down below. He looked up at the younger’s face and saw pure bliss. The brunette had his head thrown back, and was slightly drooling from having his mouth hung open for so long. Youngjae was chanting ‘yes’ over and over.

“Hyung, I’m close…”

Jaebum just realized that he had not touched Youngjae’s member at all.

“Can you cum without hyung touching you?”

Youngjae shook his head and looked down at Jaebum, locking eyes with him.

“Hyung please, touch me. I need to cum… It hurts.”

“Try to cum without touching it.”

Jaebum flipped them over so he was on top now. He took control. He began relentlessly pounding into the younger, hitting his prostate every single time. The tutu and underwear were long gone, he didn’t know when the younger took them off but he was glad he did. Jaebum could see the precum glistening and dripping off of Youngjae’s member. Youngjae was fisting the sheets beside his head, and moaning things between Jaebum’s name and curse words.

Hearing Youngjae moan his name and curse words was tipping Jaebum over the edge.

“Ah hyung, I’m gonna cum..” and with that, Youngjae came whilst belting Jaebum’s name at the top of his lungs.

Feeling Youngjae clench around him sent him tipping over the edge as well. He came inside of the younger with a groan. Youngjae felt Jaebum’s member twitching inside of him and moaned at the feeling of being filled with the older’s seed.

Jaebum slowly pulled out and looked around for the plug the younger had in earlier. Once found, he picked it up and slowly pushed it into Youngjae’s hole, keeping his cum inside. “H-hyung? What are you-”

“Shh Youngjae-ah, let’s just get some rest hm?”

Jaebum carried Youngjae to his room and gently laid him down onto the bed. He left to the bathroom but soon returned with a wet washcloth and began cleaning the younger up. He felt bad for putting the plug back in so he slowly pulled it out and felt Youngjae shudder underneath his touch. He wiped him clean, threw the dirty cloth in his dirty clothes bin, and got into bed next to the brunette. Immediately, the younger snuggled into his side in search of some warmth. Jaebum pulled the covers over them and soon he heard Youngjae soft snores.

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Coffee & Cigarettes ft. Park Chanyeol - Angst, PG, Admin Cat

BTS

KIM SEOKJIN (JIN)

Jin Eats - Fluff, PG, Admin Izzle Smoothies - Fluff, PG, Admin T

MIN YOONGI (SUGA)

When Realization Hits - Angst, PG, Admin A

KIM TAEHYUNG (V)

Halloween Moodboard: The Joker - Admin Cat

GOT7

IM JAEBUM (JB)

Netflix & Chill?: Pt. 1, Pt. 2 - Boyxboy, Fluff, PG, Admin Moon Care to Explain? - Boyxboy, Smut, Fluff, M, Admin Moon

CHOI YOUNGJAE

Netflix & Chill?: Pt. 1, Pt. 2 - Boyxboy, Fluff, PG, Admin Moon Care to Explain? - Boyxboy, Smut, Fluff, M, Admin Moon

JACKSON WANG

Letter - Fluff, PG, Admin T R²: Rumor, Revenge - Fluff, Angst, PG-13, Admin T

PARK JINYOUNG

“I Don’t Need You” - Angst, PG, Admin T

BLOCK B

WOO JIHO (ZICO)

Crossed Lines - Angst, PG, Admin Izzle

SEVENTEEN

YOON JEONGHAN

Promises At Dawn - Fluff, PG, Admin A Peonies - Boyxboy, Fluff, PG, Admin A

JOSHUA HONG

Peonies - Boyxboy, Fluff, PG, Admin A 

WEN JUNHUI

Sunshine, Sweaters + You - Fluff, PG, Admin A

B.A.P

JUNG DAEHYUN

Sunset - Fluff, PG, Admin Moon

MOON JONGUP

Warm - Romance, PG, Admin Moon

EXO

ZHANG YIXING (LAY)

Pegging For You - Smut, NC-17, Admin T

SOLOISTS

LU HAN (LUHAN)

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Admin T: hiii, i stan many groups (like moon lol) and a few are exo, sf9, vixx, seventeen, fiestar, wonder girls, and many other girl groups. i also like solo artists like heize, luhan, ztao, and others. i mainly write angst drabbles/scenarios but i sometimes write fluff (and sometimes smut but only for certain pairings/group members)! i can also write girlxgirl/boyxboy, so yeah! if you want to talk to me you can dm me on twitter! (ps: i tend to use lapslock when i’m not writing)

Admin Moon: Moon here~! Been a kpop fan for about 5 years now. I like a lot of groups (trust me when I say a lot lol). But my mains are B.A.P, GOT7, Seventeen, Topp Dogg, and iKON. Oh, and Mamamoo! I can give you fluffy or angsty oneshots, there really is no in-between. Don’t be afraid to make requests! 🌙 Twitter

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“Dammit! I’ve got nothing!”

A low whistle was heard behind you, “What’s with you?”

You turned your head to the side to get a glance of your housemate. You replied with another unpleasant sound, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“Even after all these years I still don’t know what the hell you’re trying say,” Iwaizumi sighed, “Seriously. What’s bugging you all of a sudden?”

Groaning, you dramatically pointed your head at the electronic screen opposite of you. Iwaizumi scrunched his eyebrows and made his way towards your desk. He stopped just short of the edge, leaning over with his arm balancing him against the wooden frame to get a better view of what your laptop read.

His face contorted into frustration, “I don’t get it. You’re writing like you normally do. What’s wrong with it? Do you not like it?”

“It’s not that,” you sighed, letting your legs dangle off your office chair.

The male gave you a look before straightening up and walking past you. Most people would’ve taken that as a sign of disinterest and would’ve dropped the subject. But, like I said, most people would’ve. You, on the other hand…

You spun around in your swivel chair to face the brunette. He now spat on the end of your bed and started to untie his court shoes. Even though he neglected to look at you, you carried on knowing full well that he was listening whether he wanted to or not.

“I’m bored with it,” you complained. Spinning back around to your desk, you clicked the ‘Back’ button and scrolled through an endless number of documents you created but never really started, “I have no motivation whatsoever anymore. I have all these great ideas that I’m so thrilled about, but as soon as I start writing them I get bored and abandon it.”

You paused, still scrolling down until you reached the bottom of the page, and when you did, you scrolled back up to the top. This continued for a full 60 seconds–well, except for the 5 second interval where Iwaizumi tossed his sweaty gym socks into the dirty clothes hamper beside your closet, other than that it was a solid minute of silence. No words. Just silence.

“I’m not that good of a writer.”

After those words left your lips, your companion moved frantically about and in a split second a large, calloused hand engulfed your slimmer one on top of the mouse, halting your actions.

“Stop doing that. It’s driving me ballistic,” he muttered, referring to your constant page scrolling.

Your apology was muffled by more quick movement. His hands gripped the chair’s armrests and he flipped you around so your attention was no longer on your screen, but on him.

“I don’t know where that notion came from, but it’s wrong. You’re a fantastic writer. Whatever, or whoever, got that idea stuck in your head doesn’t know what they’re talking about-” you opened your mouth to say something, but was shot down immediately, “-and I’m not just saying that because I’m your boyfriend. I’m being honest.

If you’re a terrible writer then all those awards for your essays are a complete faux. You were played by some low life that gets off by falsely nominating aspiring students, having them assume they’ve achieved something worth bragging about. (Y/n), if you weren’t a good writer, you wouldn’t even have any certificates to boast about, fake or not.”

As much as you hated to admit, he was right. Your (e/c) orbs trailed over to the corner of your room where your achievements hung. Official scholastic certificates littered a section of the wall, while two shelves and a shadow box displayed a handful of medals and trophies for other activities you were involved in. Your mother had every last one of your certificates framed, growing up she took pride in them by hanging them in the main hallway for everyone to see–it really rubbed your aunt the wrong way, everything was always a competition with those two. When you graduated you inherited a few of them, only collecting the ones that made you feel the most accomplished.

You realized then, that you hadn’t taken a meaningful look at that wall in a good while. If it wasn’t for the teenage boy glowering in your face, you probably would’ve continued to disregard its existence.

A defeated sigh erupted from your esophagus, “Sorry, Hajime. I’ve just been in a prolonged state of writer’s block lately,” you finally revealed, “I haven’t finished a story that I’m fully satisfied with in over 9 months. I guess I’ve been getting antsy about it recently.”

Said wing spiker hummed in acknowledgement and took a few short minutes to contemplate a solution. After deciding on a course of action, his toned arm reached up and his forefinger poked the tip of your nose; a barely audible ‘boop’ hid beneath his breath.

“You idiot, the only thing you’re going to get from staring at a bright screen all day is terrible vision,” you pouted at his snide remark. He only chuckled, “Go change into something more publicly acceptable. It seems you need a break.”

“What do you mean a ‘break’?” You poorly attempted to imitate his deep voice; and if that wasn’t an insult in itself, you further mocked, “What would you know about taking a break?”

The nonverbal answer to your rhetorical question was a painful thump to the head.

“Ow!”

“I’m trying to be a considerate boyfriend and this is what I get in return? If 20 years of putting up with that trash bag wasn’t enough as it is, I had to go and fuck it up by dating his (sister/brother),” retorted the male, rolling his eyes at the mention of your older sibling and his childhood best friend.

You were left speechless, a gasp being your only response. A tiny, itty bitty, minuscule twitch at the corner of his lips went unnoticed as your lover absorbed the offended look painted upon your visage.

When you finally organized your thoughts and composed yourself for another snarky comment, you were suddenly attacked. It came as a shock to you when you comprehended the fact that your, rarely affectionate, boyfriend had taken the liberty to initiate any type of physical contact. It made you question if any unplanned events happened throughout his day that would make him do something out of the ordinary.

Before you could elaborate any further though, his lips parted from your own, his fading presence replaced by a chilly draft. His athletic figure was already halfway out the bedroom door as he called back, “Hurry up and change, dork.”

You leaped from the leather chair and rapidly threw on a decent set of clothes before zooming out of your room to chase after the spiky haired male, all the while screeching, “IWAIZUMI HAJIME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

A few days after the beginning of planning and the cuddle session, you had a USB with a virus on it and a cinder block. It wasn’t even time to go, but you were so pumped on adrenaline and couldn’t sit still. You were hanging out with Bambam and Jackson, eating meat and your leg kept bouncing.

Bambam was to your left and looked down at your leg as he filled his mouth with steak and rice. “Are you okay?” He asked you with a full mouth.

“Yeah, yeah. I just watched a scary movie the other night and I’m still spooked about it.” You weren’t lying; you did watch a scary movie, but you weren’t freaked out about it anymore. It wasn’t even that scary, you thought to yourself.

“Maybe if you eat you’ll stop thinking about it,” Jackson said across from you as he gave you the eye, making it seem like he actually knew why you were so jittery. You glared at him as you reached for the chopsticks and Bambam randomly yelped.

“Why’d you kick me?! I’m eating!” Bambam leaned down and rubbed his bruised leg while Jackson pretended he did no such thing. You didn’t know if you were more sorry or thankful that Bambam got kicked instead of you.

You grabbed some meat for yourself, carefully bringing your legs onto your chair to not end up like Bambam. You hadn’t informed Jackson on which two pranks you’ve decided on so he wouldn’t… Overreact. You looked over at Bambam, who was still unaware of the situation and was just glad to be hanging out with his old and current friends.

After parting ways with Bambam, Jackson walked you back to your dorm building and on the way there was mostly silence. He kicked random rocks as you both neared your building so you looked at him. “I picked the pranks that I want to do.”

He looked up at you with a small amount of shock. “Really? That fast?”

You scoffed. “I only chose two.”

“That’s fine, which ones did you choose?” He asked as he looked ahead.

“The cinder block one and USB with the virus.”

“I didn’t expect the cinder block one.”

“I chose that one for you.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned toward you. “Why would you choose one for me?”

“For the way she treated you for so long, you didn’t deserve it.” Your words made you think back to when Jackson said she deserved her house being covered in toilet paper.

A corners of his mouth tugged into a smile and he grabbed you by the shoulders. “You care about me,” he said before pulling you into a tight and warm hug.

“Aish, get off of me,” you said as you shoved him off and tried to carefully cover your tinted cheeks. “Why wouldn’t I care? You’re my friend and friends are supposed to care about each other.”

“I know, but I just wanted to tease you.” Jackson ran his fingers through your hair before bring his hand to where yours were and proceeded to gently pull them away. “Awe, you’re blushing!”

“No, I’m n—”

He cut you off by pinching your cheeks and slightly wiggling them. “You’re so cute.”

“JACKSON!” You tried to yell, but it came out as jah-sin. He giggled as he released your cheeks from his hold. “You have no filter whatsoever! Don’t you ever get embarrassed?”

“Of course I do, I am human.” Jackson turned sideways before wrapping his arm around your waist and continuing to walk toward your building. “But with you getting embarrassed, I feel completely fine.”

Engrossed in an essay due within the next hour, you furiously typed out every thought you had relating to the topic your paper was about then your phone’s ringing disrupted the silence. Still typing with your good hand, you reached over to where your phone rested then answered the call and wedged it between your shoulder and ear. “What’s up?”

“Noona~” Bambam’s voice vibrated through the call. “Can I ask you something?”

You stopped typing and thought of the last time he asked that. What are feces? You cringed and laughed at the thought before you told him to continue.

“There’s this party this weekend, but I need a girl to get in. Do you know anyone that’d be willing to come with me?”

You stopped typing so you wouldn’t accidentally type in your response to Bambam. “There’s this one girl, her name is Tzuyu. I think you’ll get along with her—” Bambam made a small noise like ah, possibly recognizing the name. “—but you have to ask her yourself. It’s the polite thing to do.”

“What happens if she says no?”

“Sucks to be you then.” You carefully typed out some words into your essay and checked the word count, noticing that your were more than almost done.

“Noona! Ugh. Why can’t you come along with?”

“Because I have other assignments to take care of and have to practice for cheer! Besides, where is this party?” You continued typing away on your keyboard and waited for Bambam to respond.

“At a sorority house. I think it’s held by someone named with a S. Wait, let me just check the paper.”

Partially stunned, you looked ahead. Sana’s name starts with a S.

“It says right here… Hosted by everyone’s favorite sisters Sana, Jungyeon and Momo… I’m not sure if they’re my favorite… Who even are they?”

“It’s, uh,” you spoke but stopped to try a focus a little. “Wait, you didn’t say where the party is.” You tried to pretend you didn’t already know.

“Sorry, it’s down the street from your building according to the paper.” He said the street name and house numbers.

You thought about the pranks then about your assignments then the pranks again. “Um, Bam? How do you get into the party, like do you need a ticket or something?”

He laughed on the other side of the line. “No, you just need the paper like the one I have and a girl. Well, if you were to come, you’d need a guy.”

You nodded along to his words. “Huh, all right. I’ll text you Tzuyu’s number, be sure to let her know it’s from me and not a bathroom stall.” You ended the call and sent the number before hastily typing away on your laptop to hurry up and finish the essay; you spent about twenty minutes on the phone with Bambam and the deadline was drawing closer.

After adding in two paragraphs, you checked the word count and saw you had enough then sent in your assignment. You sighed in relief when you noticed you sent it in right before it was due. About to roll off your computer chair and onto the floor, you heard light taps on your door but it wasn’t as if someone was knocking. You glared at the door, wondering who was doing the action and why they were doing it. Then you noticed the noise and it clicked that it was someone vacuuming the hall floor.

Grabbing your phone, you rose from your chair and proceeded to check out the hall to find that no one was vacuuming by your door, they were far down the hall and the electrical cord was just hitting your door. You looked up at the bulletin board that hung by your door and glanced over the papers pinned to it then remembered the party flier. Quicker than you typed the last of your essay, you texted Bambam to send you a picture of the flier. Your phone immediately vibrated with an image of a hot pink paper and large black lettering.

Holding up your phone, you searched the board to find the matching paper but you found no copy of the image. You thought that maybe you could print the image Bambam sent then you were distracted by a floor mate leaving their room and holding what looked like the hot pink paper. Carefully watching them, you saw they crumbled it up and tossed it in the hall trash bin before descending down the stairs.

Waiting for them to be out of sight, you ran to the bin and carefully pulled out the crumbled up paper. You compared it the one on your phone and smiled to yourself when you realized that they are the same thing. You were about to message Jackson about all your plans when Bambam sent you a message: She said she’d love to come with me! :D Thank you for the help, Noona

You sent your thanks then told Jackson everything: the details of the plans, the party, the flier, and about how you were a matchmaker. He had a snarky comment about what did playing matchmaker have to do with revenge and you told him it doesn’t, but you were proud of your accomplishment. He told you whatever and said he’d pick you up thirty minutes before the party started.

Dressed in a loose fitting white T-shirt and jeans, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about your outfit. The flier said casual, and you always dressed casual, but you were going with Jackson. The little shithead made you feel butterflies and you only felt those for your favorite idol, so you were annoyed with yourself and nervous about how Jackson would act.

Another thing that kept bothering you was the cinder block. How am I supposed to carry that going unnoticed? Then you thought that maybe Jackson could carry it and it brought you to how his arms flexed when he’d carry something heavy and how they looked with he hit the ball with the bat the day you first met him. You mentally scolded yourself as you slid the USB into your front pocket and checked your phone for any messages. There were none so you laid on your bed and waited for some sort of alert, or maybe a monster to grab you and pull you into darkness so you’d forget about being nervous about what now seemed like everything.

Should we actually do this? What if we get caught? What will—

Knocking on your door distracted you from your sour thoughts. You didn’t have to ask who it was; who else would it be? You grabbed your phone then looked at the cinder block sitting on the floor at the end of your bed and opened the door, about to ask Jackson what to do with it but his appearance made your heart ache.

Jackson was wearing a knit sweater and jeans. His outfit was so simple, but it still caused your heart to cry. His hair was parted a little and he wasn’t wearing a baseball cap, making him look more approachable. In his hand he was holding his baseball jersey. It made you furrow your eyebrows but Jackson’s voice got your attention.

“Are you going to let me in?  I got here a little too early and according to Google Maps, the sorority house isn’t far so we don’t have to leave just yet.”

“Oh, sorry.” You moved aside and he entered before plopping down on your bed. He placed his jersey next to him. You were going to ask him why he had it, but you looked at your plain outfit and back at his jersey. Building up some confidence you asked him for the jersey.

He willingly handed it to you and you walked into the small bathroom before shrugging it on. In your opinion, it made your outfit look better. You turned a little and noticed WANG stitched onto the back and sighed a little. Does he have his name on everything?

“That looks good on you.”

You slightly jumped and Jackson was leaning on the door frame, admiring you in his jersey. His words made you blush on your cheeks and neck so you pushed passed him while mumbling a thanks and walked back into your room to grab your phone to find out that you two should leave. You glanced at the cinder block and decided to drop that side of the prank. Tugging Jackson out the dorm room, you told him your change of plans and he pouted.

“I was excited for that one,” he mumbled as you locked the door.

“In all honesty, I was too.” You hooked your arm around his and proceeded to leave the building.

Once you got to the sorority house, you didn’t even need the hot pink paper because there was no one there to check if you had it. Everyone was either outside or in the house so you and Jackson walked in holding onto each other to keep away from others trying to latch on to you both. Instead of jumping right into the schemes, you two decided to just make it seem like you were looking for friends and you remembered Bambam should be there.

You were about to search for him when you felt someone grab onto your hand then entwine your fingers. The action surprised you, making you yank your hand away from the person, but when you turned to see who it was and saw Tzuyu standing next to you with a shy smile. Behind her was Bambam and you noticed they were holding hands to keep from getting lost.

You smiled before letting go of Jackson and hugging Tzuyu then bringing in Bambam. “I’m glad to see you both here,” you slightly shouted. The music wasn’t too loud, it was just everyone was screaming, laughing and maybe crying if you listened hard enough.

The two smiled at you then Bambam leaned in so Tzuyu couldn’t hear him. “She’s not allowed to drink, right?”

You nodded.

“Okay, just wanted to make sure because others would try to give her drinks even after she said no.”

Your heart swelled at how Bambam was taking care of Tzuyu and turned to say something to Jackson, but you saw his head bob out into the backyard. Instead of going after him, you messaged him saying you’re going to install the virus. You looked around the living room that everyone was hanging and saw Sana talking to a group of people, most likely entertaining them with a story.

Ever so carefully, you made your way to the stairs and up to the second floor. The first door was unmarked and you cursed to yourself; are all the doors unmarked? You looked down the hall and found that the doors were indeed unmarked, so looking into each room, checking if any of them seemed to scream Sana. Of course, none of them did because all you did was scan over the items of the room. Then in the third room, you noticed a laptop nicely decorated in stickers.

Since it was the first thing that alerted you, you went over to it and opened it in case you’d find some little tab to signify that the laptop belonged to Sana, or anyone. The tabs had recipes open instead of social media, what you were hoping for, so you typed in Facebook and Twitter in hopes for the name, but the laptop didn’t even recognize the website names. In annoyance, you closed out the tabs and cursed at yourself for realizing that the owner of the laptop would notice the window tab being closed. About to shut the laptop, you saw the background that had a picture of a blonde girl and Sana.

This belongs to one of them…

You looked around the room to find another laptop, but you found a computer on a desk instead that had pictures of both girls on the desk. Taking the risk, you started uploading the virus to both the laptop and the computer. You took out your phone and checked to see if Jackson had tried to alert you for anything, but he sent an attachment and said, “I found some cinder blocks in the back.”

You messaged him back saying you’d find the laundry room after you’re finished in the room. You then moved the USB to the computer after it finished on the laptop and closed it. While waiting for the computer to process the virus, you heard the door handle jiggle. In panic, you unplugged the USB from the computer as you ran to the window, opening it and looking down. The ground wasn’t far and there were brushes to soften your landing. You threw out one leg and slid the USB into your pocket. The door knob stopped jiggling but the person behind the door said, “Wait, let me get my laptop.”

Getting the rest of your body out the window, you quickly climbed out and jumped down. The wind whipped through your hair then you not so gracefully landed in the bushes and the leaves engulfed you, hiding you from the person that entered the bedroom and had their head poking out the window to find what made the noise of a bunch of twigs snapping. Once they went back into the room and closed the window, you sat up in the bushes.

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN THE BUSHES?!”

You jumped from the outburst and turned toward Jackson, realizing that you were in the backyard. You glared at him as he had a look of concern and annoyance on his face.

“I’m here because someone entered the room. We’re not supposed to get caught, remember?” You said as you climbed out the bushes, dusting off dirt and leaves. “Now, where are the cinder blocks? Let’s try to finish this before they realize there was actually someone in the room.”

“But where’s the laundry room?” Jackson asked as he led you to the pile of cinder blocks that were near a makeshift garden. You stopped then turned toward the sorority house and started walking around before you spotted window to the basement, where the dryer would most likely be in. You looked back at Jackson before pointing at the dark window.

“Do you need help carrying the block or do you got it?” You hesitated walking toward the laundry room.

“I got it, go get the window open.” He walked to the garden to retrieve one block. You watched as he bent down and carefully picked up the block. His arms flexed as he gripped and carried it over to where you were.

“Um,” his spoke with a strained voice. “Are you going to open the window?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, sorry.” You rushed over to the window, sliding it open then telling Jackson to give you the block and that he should go in first. He agreed, handing you the heavy thing and crawling into the laundry room. He pulled out his phone, turning on the flashlight and placing the phone in his mouth then motioned for you to hand him the block.

The flashlight blinded you so you placed the block on the ledge for him to grab. Bending down, you watched as he carried it over to the empty dryer and placed it in. Jackson closed the dryer door and stopped his actions as he looked at the control panel.

He looked back at you and took the phone out his mouth. “How do you start a dryer?”

Your first response was a cross between a laugh and a sigh. “There should be a knob, set it to an hour or more and press the start button.”

He nodded and followed your instructions. Immediately the dryer started making loud noises and Jackson ran for the window you were watching from. You moved out the way then he grabbed onto your arm as you both started running and laughing. You two hopped a fence and hid in the neighboring house, watching from afar. He quickly turned off the flashlight and slid his phone into his pocket then he started giggling as you two waited for something to happen.

After what seemed like more than half an hour, you two concluded that no one came down because the party noise over powered the noise of the dryer. So Jackson decided to walk you back to your dorm room since it was so late. Once you both got there and you opened your door, you realized how tired you were by just looking at your comfy bed.

Lazily, you started peeling off Jackson’s jersey and when you finally got it off, you handed it to him. However, he pushed it back towards you.

“You can hold on to it, it looks really good on you.”

Slightly blushing, you nodded. Too tired to talk. Jackson smiled and raised his hand to your face, pushing some hair out the way then leaned forward. You froze a little when you felt his lips touch your forehead and you watched as he pulled away still smiling.

“Goodnight, sleep well.”

After the hectic weekend, you went back to classes as if nothing happened. You even forgot a little bit about what you and Jackson did, but Bambam had messaged you the next day asking where you disappeared to and you told him you got tired and went home, which is partially true. You sighed and then you saw a red faced Sana coming right at you with what looked like her lunch. She pulled her arm back, launching the meal in your direction but you easily avoided it and saw birds flocking toward the abused food.

“I knew it was you!”

You almost choked; how did she…?

“You thought you were slick as shit, didn’t you?” She yelled at you. Others that were standing around whipped their hands to find who was causing the noise. You started getting a little nervous. She’s causing a scene.

“I saw you go upstairs, I knew something was going on because you weren’t even invited!”

I needed a direct invitation?

“Then when I got my laptop, you installed a damn virus, and not only did you put it in my laptop, you put it in Momo’s computer!” Slowly a crowd of people gathered around to watch Sana expose you.

“And the next morning when I went to do my laundry, I found the dryer destroyed with fucking cinder block pieces in and around it,” she seethed. If her face wasn’t red enough before, she looked like a tomato with hair now. “Now, my question is why the fuck would do this?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but then she grabbed your cheer bag the hung from your shoulder and started laughing.

“Oh, so you’re on the cheer team and got butt hurt over a damn rumor? Pathetic.”

Glaring, you stopped caring about causing a scene because so many people already gathered around, so you pushed her away from you. Your bag fell to the ground, but you could care less.

“Says the one that starts rumors about Jackson Wang because you can’t get over him!” Her face fell as collective whispers started around you. “Yeah, we both knew it was you.”

“Y-You’re lying!” She shouted to get you to shush. “Jackson wouldn’t do something like this to me, he cares about—”

“Sana, stop lying to yourself and move the fuck on.”

You whipped around to find Jackson looking annoyed with the current situation. Sana stopped for a second, her mouth opening and closing, trying to think of something to say.

Jackson sighed. “Why can’t you just grow up already?” He walked away, the crowd dispersing to make room for him, but then he stopped half-way. “And I fucking dare you to call Y/N pathetic again.”

After Jackson left, you picked up your bag and rushed to your class. You could feel how hot your face and neck was as you sat down for the lesson and tried to pretend that that all didn’t just happen.

A week later, you were leaving your last class of the day when you got a text from a classmate.

1 Attachment: Look who’s leaving campus !!!

You opened it and the attachment was a picture of Sana loading a car as she cried with Momo. You felt a little bad, but thought of the words you and Jackson kept saying: She deserved it.

You decided to tell Jackson the news and got an immediate response about how he also felt a little bad, and he said, “but no fucks were given.”

You kicked a rock as you adjusted your bag strap and listened to Bambam gush about Tzuyu. walked around campus. Your last class of the day got canceled so you offered to walk Bambam to his practice for the upcoming game.

“She likes to play—wait, are you even listening to me?”

“Of course.”

“Then what did I just say?”

“You said she likes to play, and you were probably going to say Mortal Kombat or Pokemon Go.”

“Those are two completely different games.”

You gave him the eye.

“She likes to play both…” He mumbled as he kicked the rock you were messing with because it went in his direction. You giggled to yourself then looked up, realizing that the field was right in front of you two now.

Already practicing, you could see Jackson in his jersey and Bambam ran to the field to catch up with the team.

You felt terrible for the way you returned his jersey: giving it to Bambam which followed up with a question of, “I thought you two were together?”

You wanted to be together, but you and Jackson hadn’t said a word to each other since Sana left campus, which was six weeks ago.

You wanted to apologize for how you hadn’t attempted to interact with him.

Jackson walked up to bat and glanced up, seeing Bambam then you. He kind of froze, surprised to see you after so long.

Hesitantly, you waved, and with a small smile on his lips, he waved back.

“Y-you what?”

Youngjae finally met Jaebum’s eyes and saw that he was smiling at him with sincere eyes.

“I like you too.” Jaebum reached out for the younger’s hand and took it into his own. He started to rub his thumb in circles on the back of Youngjae’s hand. “But, since when? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“The same reason you didn’t say anything.” Jaebum let out a soft chuckle. “Youngjae-ah, I’ve actually like you since the first day we met. I just knew there was something about you that I was drawn to. I don’t know how to explain it.” He looked at the blank tv screen and smiled.

“When Mark accidentally told me that you liked me, I was so surprised. I didn’t think it was possible, to like a guy like me.”

Youngjae laughed, “What do you mean ‘a guy like you’?”

Jaebum looked away, a very faint blush ghosting over his cheeks. “Everyone labels me as the basketball team’s star, the captain. I’m a jock.” Youngjae noticed Jaebum making a face, as if he was sad but trying not to show it.

“I don’t like you because you’re a jock or because you’re their star or whatever. I don’t like the captain of the basketball team. I like y-you, for who you are.”

I am literally losing my mind. I’m saying things I would never admit to anyone, but here I am! Telling the guy I LIKE my deepest secrets. God Youngjae, when will you learn to shut up?! Youngjae was mentally arguing with himself when he noticed Jaebum looking at him.

Jaebum slowly lifted his hand to rest it on Youngjae’s cheek, the younger automatically leaning in to his touch. Youngjae was looking at him with wide eyes as the older moved closer. He could feel his breathe. Jaebum began to rub his thumb across the latter’s cheek softly, “How much do you trust me? Like on a scale from 1 to 10.”

Youngjae was slightly taken back by the sudden question. Why did Jaebum want to know that? It was out of nowhere, but the younger answered it anyway.

“U-uh, like an 8 I guess. Why do you ask-”

And before he knew it, Jaebum’s lips were pressed against his. They were soft and fit nicely against Youngjae’s own lips. It didn’t go any farther than just a peck, Jaebum not wanting to scare the younger male away. He was the first to pull away, leaving Youngjae frozen in his seat. He slowly brushed his fingertips against his lips, not completely believing what just happened. Jaebum waved his hand in front of the younger’s face, “Youngjae-ah, are you there?”

“T-that was my first kiss.”

“A-ah I am so sorry! I didn’t know!”

“No, don’t apologize. I’m actually glad it was you who took my first kiss.”

Jaebum looked at him with such care, Youngjae could feel it.

“Um, I should get going. It’s getting late, my mom’s probably wondering where I’m at.”

They both got up, walking to the front door. It was a bit awkward, neither of them knowing how to say good bye now. They had just kissed, but what were they? Still friends? Boyfriends? Jaebum was the first to speak, finding the silence uncomfortable. “You sure you don’t want me to walk you home? I mean, you live right up the street. I don’t mind.”

The younger shook his head, “Nah it’s okay. I’ll text you when I get home though, so you know I got there safely.” Youngjae smiled and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Before he knew it, Jaebum had snatched his phone out of his hand. “H-hey what are you doing? Give it back, you can’t get in it anyways without the code.”

He saw Jaebum pull his phone out as well, handing it to him.

“Unlock yours please? I wanna do something.” Throwing a questioning glance his way, Youngjae did what the other asked and unlocked his phone. He peeked over to see what Jaebum was doing. He was in his contacts, but why? Then he began taking a selfie. Seriously, what is this guy doing? “Take a selfie for me please? On my phone.”

Again, he did what the older asked of him. Once he was satisfied with one, he deleted the rest and handed the phone back to its owner and getting his in return. “Okay, don’t forget to text me then. I’ll stay up all night worried if you don’t text me,” Jaebum said, a big smile plastered on his face. “Yeah, I will. Don’t worry.”

Jaebum planted a chaste kiss on Youngjae’s cheek, surprising him.

“Good night Jae-ah. Get home safely.”

He touched his cheek, “Mm, I will. Night hyung.”

As he was making his way home, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Fishing it out, he looked at the notification on his screen and blushed.

There, in bold black letters read “Bummie ♡”

From: Bummie ♡

I hope you like what I did ;) What do you want your name to be?

Youngjae contemplated it for a second, and then replied.

From: Youngjae

Idk surprise me? You can show me what you come up with when I see you at school tomorrow

By the way, I’m home now ^^

And with that, him and Jaebum texted all night long.

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At lunch the next day, Youngjae and Mark, along with Jinyoung, met up with Jaebum at their usual table. Mark noticed that the two were sitting awfully closer than usual.

“Yah, did something happen last night between you two?” He gave them a mischievous glare, knowing they were up to something.

“Actually, yeah,” Jaebum said with a smirk.

Youngjae blushed and Jinyoung did not let him slide. “Are you two a thing now?!”

Youngjae was about to say no when Jaebum placed his arm around his shoulder. “As a matter of fact, yes. We are a thing now. If you’ll excuse me, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Jaebum got up to leave and Mark followed after him, yelling “Yah! Im Jaebum! We need to have a talk! Get back here!”

Youngjae pulled out his phone to text the older and warn him not to say anything to Mark yet, letting him know that he’ll explain everything later. As soon as he hit send though, he felt his side of the bench vibrate. He looked down to where Jaebum was just sitting, and noticed that he left his phone. Grabbing it, Youngjae let the screen light up and saw his message. But more importantly, he saw the name Jaebum had picked.

“♡♡Baby Jae♡♡”

Youngjae smiled. It was official.

Not only was he dating his classmate, not only was he dating his lab partner, not only was he dating the basketball team’s star, he was finally dating his long-time crush;

 A shadow cast over his face and he curiously opened his eyes, his perfectly groomed eyebrows creasing together. 

 "This must be yours, yes?" A boy, around the same age of him, questioned.

 "Huh?" He sat up in confusion. The mysterious man crouched down to his level, holding a white peony up to his eye level. 

 "Why would you assume it's mine?" Jeonghan pondered aloud, his head lolling to the side as he gazed. "A flower so pretty must belong to a boy so pretty." He couldn't help the blush that spread onto his cheeks, and he gave the flirty man a cheesy smile. "Why, thank you."

 A silence fell between them as they locked gazes, absorbed in each other's presence. "I'm Joshua", the boy introduced. "Jeonghan." Joshua nodded, "As expected, a beautiful name." Jeonghan shyly tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, looking down at the ground. "Would you like to take a walk?" "What?" "A walk", Joshua stated simply. "With me, would you like to?" 

 "What for?"