synop: meeting minho thanks to your shared fear of heights
now playing: fearless (taylor's version) - taylor swift
pairing: lee minho x reader
warnings: fear of heights, amusement parks
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a/n: self indulgent cuz i always get left behind at amusement parks lol
"we'll be quick, i promise!" jennie promised, already getting dragged towards the bustling line by mina.
"yeah, yeah." you sighed, plopping down at the bench in front of the rail. judging by the crowded line of sweaty people, they most certainly would not be quick.
you couldn't understand the appeal. why would you willingly choose to get on a hot, plastic seat a kilometre above the ground and be spun upside down for 10 minutes?
apparently there was a very high appeal to jennie, mina, and the other 100 or so people in line.
you exhaled, fanning yourself with the flimsy paper map of the amusement park given to you upon entering.
glancing sideways, you noticed a man sitting down on the opposite side of the bench, wiping sweat off his nose from underneath the rim of his sunglasses.
lucky man, you envied. you wished you had brought your sunglasses too.
he noticed your staring and stared back. at least, you thought he did. you couldn't really tell through his black shades. you quickly looked away, back to your friends chatting in line. his gaze followed yours.
"you don't like heights either?" he concluded, catching you off guard. you weren't expecting him to talk to you.
"no. your friends left you behind too?" you asked.
"yeah. they're still at the end of the line." he groaned. you looked towards the end of the line, where two men leaned against the railing right behind jennie and mina.
you nodded sympathetically. you knew the struggles.
"and your name is..?" he asked, taking off his glasses to reveal the sparkling eyes underneath.
you flustered for a second before regaining your composure. "y/n. and you?"
"minho."
"nice to meet you."
you both sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke again.
"so, y/n, it seems like we'll both be waiting here for a while. so would you join me to go get something to eat?"
you perked up. you were pretty hungry. plus, a great opportunity to talk to a hot guy. "sure." you said nonchalantly, hiding how excited you were inside.
"great." he stood up. "do you have a map? my friends took mine."
"oh, yeah." you unravelled your brochure out of the paper fan you had made out of it, handing it to him.
he smiled softly, taking it from you and leading you to the food stands.
after a few back and forth "no, you pick"s, you both finally decided on churros.
and he insisted on paying for it.
so he was hot and gentlemanly.
apparently you had taken much longer than it felt like, because by the time you made it back to the ride, jennie, mina and minho's friends were sitting on the bench that was previously occupied by you.
your girls raised their eyebrows and smirked at the sight of you with a fine stranger. you blushed and ignored them.
"where were you, man?" minho's blonde friend asked, grinning knowingly.
"went to eat something with y/n." minho gestured towards you. "y/n, these are felix and jisung."
the boy on the left, jisung, stared at you with wide eyes before smiling and wiggling his eyebrows at minho, who rolled his eyes.
you smiled politely at his mates, before introducing your own.
"well, we'd probably get going if we're gonna catch the bus home." minho decided. "before that, could i get your number?" he turned towards you. you and mina made eye contact, smiling excitedly.
you nodded coolly, handing him your phone. he typed in his contact before bidding the three of you goodbye and walking away with jisung and felix.
as soon as they were gone, jennie and mina squealed. "girl, we left for half an hour and you get yourself a boyfriend?!"
"he's not my boyfriend! he's just a nice guy..." you said, flushing.
"mm, sure. do you guys wanna get something to eat?" jennie offered.
"i already did." you bragged smugly. "and he paid!"
"omg!!!" they cried in unison.
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Let me ask you, can you make fake texts of Chan or OT8 freaking out because one of their friends asked for our number and, since he hadn't confessed yet, pretended he didn't care? Something like "please don't go out with him, i was crazy, go out with me"
Not angst just fluff/funny
đ˛ SKZ regretting giving their friend your phone number !
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a/n: thanks anon for this idea, it was fun to make!! hope you like it, mwaahh
warnings: explicit language (kindaaaa) in Jeongin's one
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inexperienced!felix who always stares at your tits and thinks that you donât notice
inexperienced!felix who literally cums in his pants after your makeout session because your hand brushed across his crotch
inexperienced!felix who thinks about what your mouth would feel like, as he showers, running his hand under the warm water and creating an âoâ shape with his hand, fisting his cock
inexperienced!felix who physically cannot stop himself from getting hard all the time around you - actually, not even just around you. he catches a whiff of your perfume in a store, he is getting hard right there and then
inexperienced!felix who accidentally (he promises it was an accident!!!) walks into the bathroom when youâre stepping out of the shower and his mind goes completely blank. the only words he can splutter out are sorryâs and ohâs.
inexperienced!felix who gets pinned down by you who is still damp from the shower, and he really, really likes it
inexperienced!felix who moans when he touches your body as if he is feeling the pleasure for you
inexperienced!felix who does not understand the pacing of foreplay, or of the actual act of fucking you and just ruts himself against you, and inside of you at uncontrollable speed
inexperienced!felix who is a whiner before a groaner - whimpering with his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes watering and red splotches appearing in his chest from all of the excitement
inexperienced!felix who cums so deep in you that you see stars, and instead of pulling out, he holds you there on top of him, his cock still throbbing with pent-up need
inexperienced!felix who flips you onto your back for round two, since he is no longer inexperienced and this man is still horny!!!!
a/n: iâm back!!! (jk i just decided to finish and edit a badly written draft đŤ) perverted/inexperienced felix just lived in my head rent free for so long i needed to share this with someone⌠but iâm sorry!! work has been kicking my ass and my creativity has been sucked out đŤ
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STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasnât unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Morning sunlight spilled through the wide windows of the staycation house, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. The sound of waves crashing gently against the shore mixed with sleepy laughter, footsteps echoing through the hallway, cabinet doors opening and closing, and someone complaining that another person had stolen their towel. The entire house buzzed with an excitement that seemed contagious.
Today was beach day.
Not sightseeing.
Not shopping.
Not schedules.
Just a whole day of doing absolutely nothing except enjoying each other's company.
"...Who's making coffee?"
"I am!"
"...Who burned the toast?"
"Not me!"
"Han.."
"...Okay, maybe me."
Laughter erupted from the kitchen.
You couldn't help giggling as you tied your apron behind your back before returning to cutting fresh fruit. Bowls of strawberries, grapes, melon, and sliced oranges were neatly arranged on the counter while Chan carefully packed sandwiches into containers.
Minho stood beside you seasoning fried chicken that had cooled overnight.
"It'll taste better cold," he explained when you tilted your head curiously.
"I trust you."
"You should."
He smirked.
"I've never let you down with food."
You nodded very seriously.
"That's true."
Hyunjin was in charge of drinks.
Well...
He volunteered.
Although "in charge" was generous considering he had already been distracted twice taking too so much time arranging the fruit inside the cooler.
Chan looked over his shoulder.
"...Hyunjin."
"Hm?"
"We're going to eat them."
"I know."
"You don't have to make them look like an art exhibition."
"...But they deserve to."
You burst into laughter.
Minho pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Leave him."
Chan sighed dramatically.
"I've accepted my fate."
The kitchen felt alive and comfortable. The kind of chaos only people who truly knew one another could create. Every now and then someone wandered in asking if they could steal a piece of fruit.
Or a snack.
Or simply bother whoever happened to be cooking.
Felix wandered in three separate times.
Each time he claimed he was "checking on the progress."
Each time he somehow left eating something.
"You know..."
Chan crossed his arms.
"You've stolen more food than you've packed."
Felix looked offended.
"I was quality testing."
"You ate five strawberries."
"They passed."
Everyone laughed.
Meanwhile, the living room looked like a sporting goods store had exploded.
"Who packed the volleyball?"
"I did."
"Where are the towels?"
"By the entrance."
"Who's bringing sunscreen?"
"..."
Silence.
Everyone froze. Then eight heads slowly turned toward you. You blinked.
"...I packed it yesterday."
The collective sigh of relief made you laugh.
Jeongin dramatically clutched his chest.
"See?"
"I told you."
"What would we do without Y/N-ah?"
Han nodded seriously.
"We'd probably die."
"You guys are dramatic."
"We're honest."
Soon enough, everything was packed neatly into large beach bags.
Portable speakers.
Beach towels.
Umbrellas.
Paint supplies.
Shell containers.
A volleyball.
Cards.
Books.
Picnic blankets.
Snacks.
Cold drinks.
It looked less like a beach trip and more like everyone planned to move there permanently.
One by one everyone disappeared upstairs to change. You carried your own beach bag into your room before closing the door softly.
Standing in front of the mirror again...
Your eyes drifted toward the black halter swimsuit folded neatly on the bed. The one everyone had chosen. You picked it up carefully.
"...Okay."
You whispered to encourage yourself.
"It would look good obviously."
Slowly you changed into it. The fabric hugged your figure comfortably without feeling restrictive.
You turned once.
Then twice.
Tilting your head.
It...
Actually looked nice. Really nice.
The black contrasted beautifully against your skin. Your fluffy ears looked even softer somehow.
You smiled. A proud but a little shy one.
Before putting an oversized white linen shirt, unbuttoning it, as an outer. Loose enough to flutter in the breeze. Then wrapped a short black beach skirt around your waist to pair it. You looked at yourself one final time. "wow.. dang.. I look good."
When you stepped downstairs...
Felix happened to be walking past you. He stopped immediately. His mouth opened slightly. Then closed. Heat rising up to his cheeks. "...Whoa."
You looked down instinctively. "What?"
"You..." He smiled so softly your heart melted. "...You look beautiful." Now heat climbed into your cheeks.
"Really?"
"So beautiful."
He nodded without hesitation.
âThank you, Lixie.â You twirled around showing off to him with a giggle. Then his eyes wandered toward your hair. "Wait." He suddenly snapped his fingers.
"Sit."
You blinked.
"Huh?"
"Come here."
Still confused, you followed him into the living room.
Felix sat comfortably on the sofa before patting the carpet between his legs.
"Sit."
Obediently, you lowered yourself onto the floor.
Cross-legged.
Your back resting lightly against the sofa between his legs. He reached for the brush lying nearby.
"I'll do your hair."
You smiled.
"Yes, please!"
Gentle fingers combed through your hair. The brush glided smoothly while the sea breeze drifting through the open windows danced around both of you. Neither of you spoke for a while.
The quiet felt nice.
Felix carefully gathered the top half of your hair.
Separating strands delicately around your fluffy ears.
"So pretty..."
He murmured almost to himself.
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
He smiled.
"I just like doing this."
You relaxed further.
Eyes slowly drifting closed.
His fingers were incredibly gentle.
Almost therapeutic.
"There."
He tied the half ponytail neatly before smoothing down a few loose strands framing your face.
"Done."
You reached for your phone to check the camera.
"...Lix."
"Hm?"
"It looks really nice!"
"I know."
He grinned proudly. His hands gently cupped your cheeks from behind. Tilting your head a little. Warm palms resting against your face. You looked upward, meeting his eyes. They looked impossibly soft. Filled with so much fondness that it almost embarrassed you. Felix smiled so bright that morning like the sunshine himself.
"So beautiful..."
You felt your ears twitch.
He leaned forward.
Placing the lightest kiss between your fluffy ears.
"So, so beautiful."
Another gentle kiss rested against your temple.
Then your forehead.
"I love seeing you smile."
His voice had dropped into that quiet tone only those sitting close enough could hear. "It makes everything brighter."
Your cheeks became impossibly warm.
"Lix..."
He chuckled softly. "I mean it."
His forehead rested briefly against the top of your head. "My sunshine."
Another kiss to your forehead.
"So pretty."
Another to your nose. Tilting your head a little more
"So precious."
Another to both of your cheeks. You couldnât help but squealing happily.
"I'm glad you're here with us." He kissed your lips now. Lingering longer, lips moving so softly. You kissed him back with equal tenderness. Your tail wrapped around one of his ankles unconsciously. He pulled back first searching for your eyes.
"...Thank you." Your voice barely rose above a whisper.
Felix simply smiled. "I should be thanking you."
The private beach was almost empty.
Only a handful of families wandered near the shoreline. Several children chased one another while laughing.
Otherwise...
Peace.
Morning waves rolled lazily toward the shore.
The sea glittered beneath the bright sky.
A cool breeze carried the scent of salt and summer.
The moment everyone stepped onto the sandâ
Chaos erupted.
"I'm first!"
Han sprinted toward the water.
Jeongin chased immediately after him.
Felix wasn't far behind.
The moment the cold waves splashed their feetâ
All three screamed dramatically.
"IT'S COLD!"
"I TOLD YOU!"
"WHY IS IT SO COLD?!"
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
"They're unbelievable..."
Chan shook his head beside you.
"You'd think they've never seen the ocean before."
You lifted your phone.
Immediately recording them.
Han slipped.
Recovered.
Then intentionally splashed Jeongin.
Felix retaliated.
Soon everyone near the shoreline had started a miniature water fight. Your laughter echoed across the beach.
You snapped photos. Recorded videos.
Captured every ridiculous moment.
Because these were the memories worth keeping.
Eventually everyone calmed down enough to begin their morning walk. The nine of you strolled side by side along the shoreline. Bare feet sinking into wet sand. Waves occasionally brushing your ankles. Conversation drifted naturally.
"What animal would you want to be?"
"A tiger."
"A puppy."
"A capybara."
"You already act like one."
"Excuse me?"
Hyunjin suddenly pointed toward you.
"What about Y/N?"
Everyone looked.
You thought for a moment. "...Still a cat."
Han laughed.
"Even if you weren't already one?"
"I think so."
"That's fair."
Another topic emerged.
Favorite foods.
Favorite seasons.
Dream travel destinations.
Someone mentioned comeback ideas.
Hyunjin stretched dramatically.
"I want something really artistic."
Changbin nodded.
"Powerful."
Han immediately added,
"Or something completely insane."
Jeongin looked toward Chan.
"Hyung."
"What?"
"We should put Y/N in the next music video!"
You blinked.
"What?"
Everyone looked toward you.
"Ooh I wouldn't mind."
The words slipped out before you could overthink them.
You scratched your cheeks shyly. "You really think so?"
"Absolutely."
Chan simply watched everyone. His smile growing wider with every passing second. A thoughtful look settled behind his eyes. Almost like...
He was already imagining it.
After returning to the picnic area, everyone naturally scattered into smaller groups. Changbin and Jeongin started a volleyball match with Han and Felix. Minho claimed one of the hammocks. Book already in hand.
Chan layed stretched on the long beach chair comfortably beneath the umbrella taking a nap apparently, with Seungmin watching the other four playing sitting cross leg on the other chair.
Watching everyone with quiet contentment. You looked around.
Then remembered something.
"Hyunjin!"
He turned immediately.
"Hm?"
"Our shells!"
His entire face brightened.
"The shells!"
He nearly jogged over.
"I almost forgot!"
You laughed.
"I didn't."
He held his hand out instinctively.
Without thinkingâ
You slipped your hand into his. Warm fingers intertwined naturally. Neither of you commented on it. Together, the two of you wandered farther down the shoreline.
Heads lowered. Searching patiently. Looking for the prettiest shells the ocean had decided to gift you that morning.
Behind youâ
The laughter of the other members blended effortlessly with the sound of waves.
Ahead of youâ
The endless shoreline stretched beneath the brilliant summer sky. For a little while... The whole world felt peaceful.
The shoreline had grown warmer beneath the late-morning sun.
The tide rolled in and out lazily, leaving behind glistening patches of wet sand littered with tiny treasures the sea had decided to return. Every wave seemed to reveal another shell, another smooth stone, another piece of driftwood polished by years of saltwater.
You and Hyunjin wandered slowly, fingers loosely intertwined.
Unlike you, Hyunjin barely looked down anymore.
At first, he'd genuinely searched alongside you, bending down whenever something caught your eye. But after a while...
He found himself searching for something else.
Or rather...
Someone.
Every few seconds his gaze drifted back to you.
The way your loose unbuttoned white shirt danced in the breeze. Showing your body fitted so perfectly in your two-piece bathing suit. The sway of your fluffy cream-colored tail brushing lightly against your calves. How your ears twitched whenever you heard the waves crash louder than before.
How your eyes sparkled with childlike curiosity every time you spotted something half-buried beneath the sand.
He smiled to himself.
How can someone find this much happiness in something so small...?
Thenâ
"Oh!"
Your delighted gasp pulled him out of his thoughts.
"There!"
Your hand slipped from his as you hurried forward.
You crouched down immediately, carefully brushing damp sand away with your fingertips.
"Aha!"
Your face lit up.
"So pretty..."
Hyunjin stopped beside you.
Looking down.
You lifted your hand triumphantly.
"Look!"
Nestled in your palm was a perfectly preserved scallop shell.
Its ridges fanned out beautifully, pale cream fading into soft peach around the edges.
"This one's perfect!" you beamed. "Look at the shape! It isn't chipped at all!"
You turned your head toward him, your smile impossibly bright.
Hyunjin...
Never looked at the shell. His eyes stayed on your face.
The sunlight caught the strands of your hair. Your cheeks had turned slightly pink from the warmth. Tiny grains of sand clung to your knees where you'd knelt.
Your smile...
It reminded him so much of the feeling standing on stage.
Of looking out across thousands of glowing light sticks.
The same overwhelming warmth.
The same feeling that made his chest ache in the gentlest way.
He couldn't help smiling back. Looking at you with that longing eyes. Oh, what a yearner type of lover Hyunjin is. Have you guys ever looked at how this man always has that kind of looks at his eyes when he looked at something he love the most. STAYS... The members⌠Y/nâŚ
"...It's beautiful."
You grinned even wider.
"I know!"
Completely misunderstanding what he meant. Hyunjin let out a quiet laugh under his breath.
Yeah...
It really is.
He crouched beside you this time, finally looking at the shell.
"It'll look nice painted."
"I think so too!"
You carefully tucked it into the small woven basket hanging from your arm.
Then immediately stood again.
"Let's find more!"
"You really aren't getting tired?"
"No!"
Your ears perked happily.
"We need different shapes!"
Hyunjin laughed.
"Then let's keep searching."
The next half hour passed peacefully.
Every few steps one of you discovered something new.
A spiral shell.
Tiny white clam shells.
Pieces of smooth sea glass washed ashore.
One shell shaped almost like a tiny heart.
You squealed every single time.
Without fail.
Each discovery earned the exact same excitement.
Hyunjin eventually stopped counting.
Instead...
He started collecting the ones he thought you would like.
Whenever he spotted something pretty before you did, he'd quietly pick it up.
Then walk over.
Holding it out proudly.
"What about this one?"
Your eyes always widened.
"Oh!"
"You found another one!"
He nodded proudly.
"Pretty?"
"So pretty!"
Without realizing it, you praised him every single time.
"Good job, Hyunnie! You're getting really good! This one's my favorite!"
He chuckled.
"...Really?"
"Mhm!"
Your approval somehow made him absurdly happy.
By the time both of you returned to the wooden picnic table...
The little basket was nearly overflowing.
You carefully poured everything onto the tabletop.
Shells clinked softly against one another.
Large.
Small.
Round.
Flat.
Spiral.
Scalloped.
Even tiny pieces of coral.
"We got so many!"
You clapped happily.
Hyunjin sat beside you. Much closer than necessary. His body angled toward yours naturally. One elbow rested on the tabletop while the other hand absentmindedly settled against the small of your back. "We really did."
He smiled.
"I didn't think we'd find this many."
You were already sorting them into little groups.
"This pile is for painting."
"This one's for decorating."
"And these little ones..."
You picked up three tiny shells.
"...Can go on the mini canvases!"
Hyunjin tilted his head.
"Mini canvases?"
Your eyes sparkled again.
"Oh!"
"I packed them!"
"You packed canvases?"
"Mhm!"
You nodded enthusiastically.
"I saw videos online."
"People paint tiny beaches on little canvases."
"And then glue shells around the edges!"
"And sometimes dried flowers!"
"I thought it'd be really fun if we made one together."
You rummaged through the beach bag before pulling out several postcard-sized canvases.
Acrylic paints.
Tiny brushes.
A palette.
Even little bottles of glue.
Hyunjin blinked.
Then laughed.
"...Love."
"Hm?"
"You really planned this huh ?"
You smiled sheepishly. "I just..."
Your fingers brushed over one of the blank canvases.
"...Thought it'd be nice."
"We're always busy."
"And I wanted us to make something."
"Something we could keep."
His expression softened almost instantly.
Without thinkingâ
You leaned lightly against his shoulder.
"I wanted us to have memories that aren't just pictures."
He slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
Pulling you just a little closer.
His thumb rubbed absentminded circles over your upper arm.
"...You're incredible."
"Hm?"
"The amount of thought you put into everyone."
You looked up.
Confused.
"I just wanted everyone to have fun."
"I know."
He smiled gently.
"That's exactly what I mean."
He leaned down.
Pressing a lingering kiss against your temple.
"So thoughtful."
"So kind."
"So... you."
Heat rushed into your cheeks immediately. âThank you!â you learned to received compliments more with genuine heart.
"You compliment too much."
"Not enough."
He answered without missing a beat.
You laughed, hiding your face against his shoulder.
He chuckled too.
"...I really would love to paint with you."
"I knew you would!" You start preparing the art supplies infront of you both.
A loud cheer suddenly echoed across the beach.
Both of you looked up.
The volleyball game had somehow become even noisier.
Changbin jumped high enough to spike the ball dramatically.
Han dove onto the sand trying to save it.
Only to completely miss.
Felix collapsed laughing before he'd even managed to stand again.
Jeongin pointed dramatically.
"Han-hyung!"
"You're terrible!"
"I slipped!"
"You weren't even moving!"
"I mentally slipped!"
The four burst into another fit of laughter.
Thenâ
Two tiny boys wandered shyly toward them.
They couldn't have been older than seven or eight.
One held a tiny plastic shovel.
The other hugged a beach ball almost as big as himself.
They stood several feet away.
Watching.
Waiting.
Curious.
Felix noticed them first.
He crouched immediately.
"Hi!"
The younger boy smiled nervously.
"...Can..."
He glanced toward his brother.
"...Can we play too?"
Han gasped dramatically.
"OF COURSE!"
Changbin immediately tossed the volleyball toward them.
"Come here!"
The older child caught it awkwardly before grinning.
Within seconds...
The game transformed completely.
Changbin purposely exaggerated every movement.
Pretending to lose dramatically whenever the boys hit the ball.
Han fell onto the sand after every point like he'd suffered a devastating defeat.
Felix celebrated every successful hit as though they'd just won an international championship.
Jeongin became the self-appointed referee.
"No!"
"That point counts!"
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
Everyone laughed.
Even the little boys.
Their laughter carried across the shoreline.
Bright.
Carefree.
Infectious.
A few minutes later, two adults hurried over.
Judging by the resemblance...
Their parents.
"We're so sorry!"
The mother bowed politely.
"They kept saying they wanted to play with you..."
"We hope they weren't botheringâ"
"Not at all."
Felix smiled immediately.
"They're adorable."
Changbin nodded.
"We're having fun too."
Han crouched beside one of the boys.
"He beat me three times."
"I absolutely didn't."
"You did."
The child giggled proudly.
"I won!"
"You destroyed me."
Han sighed dramatically.
"I'm retiring."
The parents laughed in relief.
"Thank you."
"It really made their morning."
As they walked away, the younger boy turned back.
Waving enthusiastically.
"Bye!"
All four members waved back just as enthusiastically.
"Bye!"
"See you!"
"Practice your spikes!"
The little boy saluted seriously before running after his family.
You watched the entire interaction quietly.
Your heart swelling with warmth.
"...They're really good with children."
Hyunjin followed your gaze.
A soft smile tugged at his lips.
"They've always been like that."
Your eyes lingered on the four of them still laughing together in the sand.
"They're going to make really wonderful fathers someday lol."
The words slipped out as a joke and compliment so naturally that you barely thought about them.
Hyunjin looked at you.
Then toward the members again.
His smile softened. Hyunjin pulled you up to his lap with ease, hugging you close on the waist "...Yeah."
"They will." Kissing your covered shoulder lovingly, enjoying his moments with you close to him.
For just a moment...
Everything felt beautifully ordinary.
The sea breeze.
The laughter.
The warmth of the sun.
The people you loved gathered beneath an endless blue sky. It felt like one of those memories that would stay with you foreverâ
The kind you never realize is precious until much later, when all you want is to return to it.
pairing: Felix x f!reader
wc: 30 ss
tags/warnings: fluff, minor angst, misunderstanding, cursing
part one // part two // part three
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Summary: When Felix needs a director of photography for his upcoming music video, Chan recommends you, his childhood friend and an aspiring cinematographer.
a/n: New little series! Three parts, mostly fluffy with a lil sprinkling of angst because I'm me.
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drabble â jisung and his habit of wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling your hair while he use you like fucktoy.
The tension had been building all eveningâJisungâs lingering touches, the way his eyes kept darkening every time they landed on you, the low, teasing promises heâd whispered against your neck while you tried to finish dinner. Now the dishes lay forgotten as he finally had you where he wanted.
Heâd stripped you down and positioned you on the bed without a word, guiding you onto all fours with firm hands. The cool sheets pressed against your palms and knees while heat pooled low in your belly. Jisung knelt behind you, his bare chest warm as he leaned in, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.
His hands roam your body with possessive hunger, sliding over the curve of your waist and gripping your hips tight enough to leave faint marks. Heâs already buried deep inside you, thick and throbbing, stretching you open with every slow, teasing roll of his hips.
âYou feel so fucking good like this,â he murmurs, voice low and rough, laced with that dangerous edge of dominance. âAll dripping and ready for me.â
You whimper softly, pushing back against him, craving more. Jisung chuckles darkly at your eagerness. Then his hand moves, slow, deliberate, up the smooth line of your spine until his fingers sink into your sleek black hair. The strands are still slightly damp and silky from earlier, slipping coolly between his fingers before he gathers a thick fistful.
He wraps your hair around his hand once, twice, until itâs snug like a leash. With a firm, controlled tug, he pulls your head back.
Your back arches sharply, a gasp tearing from your throat as the stretch ripples down your spine. The new angle forces your chest off the mattress, breasts swaying heavily with every breath. Jisung groans at the sight, his free hand pressing down on your lower back to keep that perfect, vulnerable curve.
âFuck⌠thatâs it,â he growls, voice thick with lust. âArch for me, baby. Just like that.â
Without warning, he snaps his hips forwardâhard. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as he starts pounding into you. Each thrust is deep, powerful, and merciless, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The grip on your hair keeps you locked in place, forcing you to take every brutal inch while your body trembles.
Pleasure and the sharp sting on your scalp blend together, sending sparks down your nerves. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, the flex of his abs against your ass with every savage thrust, the way his balls slap rhythmically against your soaked folds. Your slick coats his length, making every slide smoother, wetter, louder.
Jisung leans over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he keeps that tight hold on your wrapped hair. âHear how wet you are for me?â he rasps, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out. âSuch a good little slut, letting me use you like this.â
Your arms shake, fingers twisting into the sheets as he drives into you relentlessly. The pull on your hair keeps your head tilted back, exposing your throat, making every moan and whimper fall freely from your lips. Tears of overwhelming pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes, but you donât want him to stopâyou need more.
He shifts slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over. His pace becomes punishing, hips slamming forward with raw strength, the bed creaking beneath you. The hand in your hair tugs a little harder when he feels you clenching around him, drawing a broken moan from your throat.
âYouâre close, arenât you?â he breathes, voice strained with his own pleasure. âCome on, baby. Let go while Iâm buried so deep inside you.â
His words, the relentless pounding, and the firm, possessive pull on your hair push you right to the edge. Pleasure coils tight in your belly, then snapsâyour whole body shaking as you come hard around his cock, walls pulsing and fluttering. Jisung groans loudly, hips stuttering as he chases his own release, fucking you through every wave until he finally spills deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.
He holds you there for a momentâhair still wrapped around his fist, body pressed against yoursâboth of you breathing hard in the heated silence.
âđŚâ.Ë pairing : vampire!changbin x reader
âđŚâ.Ë summary : You are dying. Changbin knows he should love you enough to let you go. Instead, he loves you enough to become selfish. He asks you for forever, knowing it may cost the very humanity that made him fall in love with you.
âđŚâ.Ë warnings : RATED M. 18+ / Minors DNI. Vampire AU, established relationship, yearning, angst (happy ending), terminal illness, discussions of death and immortality, grief, emotional manipulation (well-intentioned), biting, penetrative sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, graphic depiction of death.
âđŚâ.Ë word count : 4.6k
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He lowered himself onto the floor before you, settling back on his heels. You remained seated at the edge of the bed, your bare feet resting against the cool wooden floor. With a tenderness that bordered on reverence, he gathered your hand in both of his, lifting it slowly until his lips found the pulse at your wrist. He lingered there, his thumb coming to rest over the steady beat beneath your skin, as though trying to commit its rhythm to memory.
âPlease,â he whispered, the word trembling apart in his throat. He rose from where he knelt, closing the little distance between you. His hand shifted against the mattress beside your hip, gently bracketing you. âLet me turn you before itâs too late.â
The first tear escaped before he could stop it. Another followed, then another, slipping hot and silent down his cheeks.
He hadnât met your eyes all night. His gaze drifted instead to the blanket gathered beneath your hands, then to the floorboards, finding refuge anywhere that wasnât your face. Only after a long, fragile silence did he finally force himself to look up. The grief in his eyes belonged to a man already standing beside your grave.
âI would sooner bury myself than stand beside your grave.â His voice came rough, stripped of everything except the truth. âSo donât ask that of me.â
He swallowed hard, âThis isnât how your story was meant to end. Life owed you years it never gave you. Iâm only asking you to take back what should have been yours all along.â
His voice broke on the last words. âPlease⌠let me return it to you.â
âIâm not afraid of dying, Changbin.â
Your thumb swept gently beneath his eyes, catching the tears before they could fall any farther. When your palm came to rest against his cheek, he leaned into the touch without thinking. His eyes fluttered shut for the briefest moment, as though he could still pretend your warmth alone was enough to keep the world from changing.
âIâm afraid of surviving it.â
His brows furrowed, but still he listened.
âIâm afraid Iâll wake up one day and stand before my motherâs grave,â Your voice faltered, the words growing smaller until they barely escaped your lips. Another tear slipped free despite your effort to hold it back. âand feel nothing.â
The silence that followed settled between you with unbearable weight.
âI donât want forever if forever asks me to stop being human.â
For a long moment, he simply looked at you. There was no panic in his expression now, only a grief so quiet it seemed to hollow him from within.
âYou think becoming like me means losing yourself.â His voice had softened into something almost reverent. âWhat if I made that impossible?â
Reluctantly, he let your hand slip from his cheek, only to cradle it once more between both of his. With infinite care, he guided your palm against the stillness beneath his ribs, where no heartbeat waited to greet it.
âI have watched centuries turn people into strangers.â His eyes never left yours. âI wonât let that happen to you.â
His fingers tightened around your hand, not enough to hurt, only enough to anchor himself. âIf one day you forget the sound of your motherâs laugh,â His voice caught briefly before steadying again. âIâll tell you every story youâve ever shared with me until you remember it yourself.â
He drew a careful breath. âIf your hands ever stop reaching for flowers, Iâll fill our home with gardens.â
The corner of his mouth trembled into the faintest, saddest smile. âIf grief ever grows so quiet that you can no longer hear it, Iâll sit beside you until it remembers how to speak again.â
Moisture gathered in his eyes once more, though he made no attempt to hide it.
âI am not asking you to become someone else.â The words came almost as a plea. âIâm asking you to stay exactly as you are, for longer than this cruel world ever intended.â
You couldnât answer him. At least not yet.
Your lips parted, only for the words to dissolve before they could take shape. You swallowed against the tightness in your throat and brushed away the tears that blurred your vision, drawing in a slow, weary breath that did little to steady you. You wanted to answer him.
Changbin understood your silence better than any reply, and you also understood why.
He had become strangely restless these past few weeks, more insistent than ever before, because he could smell what every doctor had only dared to imply. Death was drawing closer. Yours. Your death.
Your kidneys were failing. Years of dialysis had bought time, nothing more. Each treatment left your body a little weaker than before, as though life itself was slowly withdrawing from your bones. Yet the illness was never the heaviest burden you carried. That place belonged to the guilt that settled deeper inside your chest with every passing day.
Your father worked until exhaustion hollowed the lines of his face, chasing overtime simply to keep your treatments going. Your older brother, Chan, had quietly abandoned the future heâd dreamed of, giving up university without complaint so another monthâs hospital bill could be paid instead. Every pill you swallowed, every machine that kept your body going, felt as though it had been purchased with pieces of their lives.
You couldnât bear to ask for another sacrifice.
You had met Changbin eight months earlier, long before he learned to fear losing you.
It had happened on a night so ordinary that neither of you could have imagined it would alter the course of your lives. You had been lying beneath the stars in your small garden, absentmindedly counting constellations while the rest of the house slept, when a sharp crash shattered the silence. By the time you reached the hedges, you found a stranger collapsed among the flowers, bleeding so heavily the earth beneath him had turned black in the moonlight.
You hadnât known what he was. You only knew he was most likely dying.
So you dragged him, inch by inch, into the little garden shed behind your house, cleaned wounds no human should have survived, and stayed beside him until dawn. Only to learn later that he was a vampire.
He had been ambushed by a group of extremist vampires who saw his kind as a betrayal, and your quiet neighborhood had simply become collateral to the violence. At three in the morning, he had expected every light in the street to be dark.
Instead, he found you. Or, you found him in your garden.
From that night onward, falling in love with you was easy. Easier, and far quicker, than Changbin had ever allowed himself. Across centuries of living, loving humans had always ended in grief, so he had learned to keep his distance before his heart wandered too far.
But you were... different.
Your quiet courage toward both life and death fascinated him. Never, in all his years, had he met someone so accepting of a short life without ever surrendering to it.
He watched you kneel among your flowers every morning, tending each stem with patient hands. Even when disease claimed a blossom, you whispered an apology before trimming it away, promising it that it would bloom again when it returned to the compost.
He watched you spend lazy afternoons beneath the old tree with your aging cat asleep across your lap, talking to the sleepy creature until both of you dozed off. And your elderly neighbor always found you there at sunset, gently waking you before the evening grew cold, you always thanked her with the same bright smile before pressing fresh vegetables or flowers you harvest that day from your garden into her hands. Then you would disappear inside, humming softly while preparing dinner for your father and Chan, filling the little house with warmth that had nothing to do with the stove.
Your life was made of quiet rituals, stitched together by ordinary acts of love, and Changbin found himself hopelessly captivated by every one of them.
Nothing lived forever, yet you loved every form of life with the same gentle sincerity, never asking them to last longer than they were meant to. Changbin had lived for centuries, and somewhere along the way he had forgotten how to look at the world like that. He spent his lifetime crossing paths with people consumed by greed, ambition, or violence, but your quiet selflessness became the first thing in years that had brought him peace.
And now you had told him you intended to stop taking your medication. Not because you wanted to die, but because you believed your father and Chan deserved to spend what little they had on a future that would still exist after you were gone.
Changbin had never been angry with you. He couldnât be.
If there was anyone he blamed, it was fate itself. God, perhaps. Or the world. Or whatever merciless hand had decided that the person who cherished life most should be granted the least time to live.
Changbin settled back onto his heels once more before bowing his head between your thighs, pleading the same selfish plea. He would stay there until his knees bruised if that was what it took to hear you say yes. He had offered to pay for every treatment, every hospital visit, every medicine that money could buy, and every time, you refused. So his last desperate resort was to turn you into one of his kind.
It was the only future he could still offer you. As an immortal, your illness would finally stop. Your suffering would end, and the world would continue without ever having to lose your presence.
Centuries had sharpened his instincts, and lately, death clung more heavily to your scent than ever before. If his wealth could no longer buy back the years your illness had stolen, then perhaps his blood still could.
You didn't know much beyond this neighborhood and the little house you'd spent your whole life in. But you knew what people said about vampires. They said immortality wore away at the heart. That centuries dulled every feeling after witnessing one too many loved ones die, until love became little more than memory, grief an inconvenience, and kindness slowly gave way to indifference. They became cold. Detached. Ruthless. Not because they were born monsters, but because immortality had shaped them into people who could no longer afford to feel everything.
Yet nothing about the man kneeling before you resembled those stories.
But still, you couldnât bear the risk. You couldnât bear the thought of standing before your motherâs grave one day and feeling nothing.
And if Changbin loved you because you loved life more than anything, then what if immortality took that away? What if the person he fought so desperately to keep was the very person he lost?
âWhat ifâŚâ Your voice barely rose above the hush of the room. âWhat if fifty years from now you wish youâd let me die, Changbin?â
His head snapped up. He searched your face in utter disbelief, hoping to find even the smallest sign that you were teasing him. When he realized you werenât, he gave a disbelieving scoff, the hurt in it plain to hear.
âDo you know what youâve done to me?â
He opened his mouth, only to close it again, swallowing whatever irritation that had rushed to the surface. Instead, his gaze drifted toward the little garden beyond the window, where the last light of evening rested across the flowers you had spent months nursing back to health. He couldnât trust himself to look at you. Not after hearing the most devastating thing you had ever said to him. He feared that if he met your eyes now, the careful composure heâd been clinging to would come apart entirely.
Only after a long moment did a hollow laugh finally escape him.
âItâs absurd.â
His eyes lingered there, somewhere among the roses and climbing vines.
âIâve met people who hated their lives and somehow lived to ninety,â He laughed bitterly. âAnd Iâve known immortals who spent centuries who have all the time in the world, yet waste it on cruelty.â
âBut you,â His eyes finally met yours. âYou find reasons to smile in flowers that havenât even bloomed yet.â His thumb trembled against your hand. âYou make dinner for your family even after spending all day in the hospital.â
His voice broke. âYou love being alive more than anyone Iâve ever known.â He shook his head. âSo donât ask me to watch you die.â
His thumb brushed absentmindedly across your knuckles, as though grounding himself in the warmth still waiting there.
âIf life insists on wronging you, then let me be the one who sets it right.â Silence settled between you once more. Then, with a sadness so gentle it almost broke you, he smiled.
âYou taught an immortal how to love living things again.â
Fresh tears slipped down his cheeks. You reached up instinctively, catching them with your thumb before they could fall. He closed his eyes beneath your touch. When he spoke again, his voice was scarcely more than a breath.
âGive me forever,â His forehead leaned lightly against your hands on your thighs. ââŚand Iâll spend every day of it proving this world was always meant to have you in it.â
You looked at him for a long moment, letting every word settle into the silence between you while tears continued to trace down his face.
Then, at last, you nodded.
Changbin froze. Disbelief flickered across his face before it melted into quiet gratitude. He rose from his knees until he stood before you, cupped your face with trembling hands, and kissed you, his own wordless way of thanking you for choosing tomorrow.
Changbinâs hand slid gently behind your head, guiding you backward until your back met the mattress. The kiss never broke. He followed without hesitation, catching himself with both hands planted on either side of your head, hovering above you as though afraid his weight alone might hurt you.
âWill you let me do it tonight?â Changbin whispered against your lips. There was unmistakable urgency in his voice, and you understood why. Time was running out, and neither of you knew how much of it remained. You had already thought about this for a long time. Tonight had only reassured you that, whatever future awaited you, Changbin would stand beside you through all of it.
You answered with nothing more than a quiet hum and the faintest nod. Relief washed over his face before he kissed you again, slowly this time, savoring the fragile miracle of your answer, drowning in gratitude and the hope of a tomorrow he thought the world had stolen from you.
Changbin hovered above you, the old mattress sighing beneath him. His dark gaze, usually sharp as obsidian, held a softness that was almost painful as it traced the lines of your exhaustion.
His lips found the fluttering pulse at the base of your throat, a warm press that drew a shaky sigh from you. He lingered there, breathing you in, the fading scent of damp earth from your garden beneath the warmth of your skin, the fragile salt-sweetness of your skin. His lips moved lower. He kissed the delicate ridge of your collarbone, each press a silent apology, a whispered oath.
His knuckles brushed the worn hem of your nightgown where it pooled at your waist. He paused, lifting his eyes to yours.
You held his gaze for a long moment before answering with the smallest smile, a trust that tightened his throat. With excruciating slowness, he gathered the thin cotton, bunching it gently in his fist, revealing your body inch by vulnerable inch.
Moonlight washed over your bare skin, illuminating the stark reality. Yellow and purple bruises lingered where needles and IV lines had claimed your skin again and again. A thin, faded surgical scar lingered along your forearm, another silent testament to how many times your body had been asked to endure. He saw it all, the history of suffering written across skin that still felt impossibly soft beneath his hands. A low sound escaped him, part groan, part sigh. He loved your body fiercely, loved its resilience, the stubborn life still beating within it. Yet the evidence of you dying was a physical agony for him, a constant, vicious reminder of the clock ticking down to silence.
"So beautiful," he murmured, the words thick, brushing his lips against the vulnerable skin of your stomach. "Every part of you." The tremor in his voice betrayed him. Beneath every word of admiration, you heard the fear he could no longer hide.
His mouth found the swollen bud of your clit, tracing it with the broad, wet flat of his tongue. A sharp gasp tore from you as your back arched involuntarily from the mattress, not in pain but from the overwhelming rush of sensation. He murmured something against your hip, too low to decipher, a vibration that sent another shockwave through your belly. With careful hands, he coaxed your thighs wider, settling himself firmly between them. The world narrowed to this, filling his senses until nothing else existed. You. Only you.
His tongue parted your folds with reverence, seeking the slick heat hidden within. A low, appreciative hum vibrated against you as he tasted you deeply, his tongue licking broad stripes. He breathed you in, a deep, shuddering inhalation, your scent saturating him, a drug he craved beyond reason. "Changbin," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair, to anchor yourself against the tide building inside you.
His fingers followed his tongue, stretching your tender flesh. You gasped again, the intrusion both foreign and desperately welcome. His mouth returned to your clit, working it with devastating precision while his fingers began a rhythmic exploration within you, curling, stroking. He added a second finger, stretching you insistently. Your inner walls fluttered, trying to accommodate. He murmured encouragement against your skin, the words lost in the wet sounds of his ministrations. A third finger joined, stretching you with exquisite care, the burn a counterpoint to the relentless pleasure radiating from his mouth. He felt your body tense, the flutter around his fingers growing steadier. Your breath came in short, sharp pants.
He lifted his head, lips glistening. His thumb replaced his mouth on your clit, rubbing firm, relentless circles while his fingers continued their deep, curling thrusts inside you, pressing insistently against that hidden, swollen place. He met your dazed eyes. "Come for me, love," he commanded, his voice a dark rasp that vibrated through your bones, pure and undeniable. "Let go."
It wasn't a request, it was a threshold crossed. Your cry was ragged, tearing from your chest as your body seized, contracting wildly around his invading fingers. Pleasure detonated, white-hot and shocking, radiating out from your core in waves that left you trembling. He didn't stop, his thumb relentless. His fingers holding deep within you as you pulsed and clenched, drawing out the convulsions until your whimpers became a ragged plea for mercy. Only then did he slow, easing the pressure, letting you ride the high while his fingers remained buried within your warmth. He watched you, the flush high on your cheekbones, your chest heaving, utterly ravished. Beautiful.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, holding your gaze as he lifted his glistening hand to his lips. He cleaned them, his tongue swirling over each digit, savoring your taste. The intimacy of the act was profoundly vulgar, profoundly possessive. You watched as he rose onto his knees. His eyes never left yours as his hands went to the buttons of his white silk shirt. He undressed with a deliberate, unhurried grace that was pure theatre. The slow reveal of powerful shoulders, the sculpted planes of his chest defined by moonlight and shadow, the stark ridges of his abdomen. He lowered the silk trousers next, revealing the thick, straining length of his cock, flushed dark red and rigid, veins standing out like cords. It twitched against his stomach, heavy with need. The contrast between his restraint and raw need was utterly devastating.
He crawled back over you, the heat radiating from his bare skin enveloping you. He settled between your trembling thighs again, one hand guiding himself to your slick, swollen entrance. The broad, velvety head nudged against you, still sensitive and wet from his earlier doing. He paused, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any flicker of discomfort.
âEasy now,â he murmured before pressing forward, sinking into you with infinite slowness. Your nails bit into his biceps, the stretch still significant despite his careful preparation. His jaw clenched, the cords in his neck standing out, every ounce of his control focused on holding back, on not hurting you. Changbin studied your face, your slight gasp, the flutter of your eyelids. When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt in your tight, welcoming heat, a shudder ran through his body.
His forehead pressed against yours for a brief, sweat-dampened moment. "Can I move?" he whispered raggedly. At your shaky nod, he began to move. Shallow pulls and gentle rolls of his hips that allowed your body to stretch further, to accept him completely. Gradually, the slow drags deepened. Each thrust gliding deep within your slick channel, the delicious friction sparking along your nerves despite the earlier climax. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you, a slow, insistent build this time. He felt it too, the renewed fluttering tension gripping his cock.
"I love you," he murmured against your temple, his hips snapping forward a little harder, drawing a cry from your lips. Tears blurred your vision as your hand found his cheek once more. "I know," you whispered, your thumb brushing away another tear. "And I love you too, Changbin."
"I'm not afraid if it's you." You smiled between unsteady breaths, the confession leaving your lips with surprising ease. Changbin's own smile trembled in return.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for everything."
The pressure mounted, undeniable. You were climbing again, your nails digging slightly into the powerful muscles of his back. "Changbin," you gasped out, âIâm close.â
He leaned forward, whispering into your mouth âIâm here. Iâve got you.â, He captured your mouth then, his kiss deep, slow, and final. A wordless goodbye to the fragile human warmth he cherished. When he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours again. His lips trailed down to the vulnerable column of your neck, his tongue swiping over the frantic pulse there in a silent plea, an apology. A tremor wracked his frame.
Beneath his skin, you felt it, the subtle, terrifying descent of his fangs, sharp points pressing against his lower lip. The air crackled. He turned his face, burying it against your neck, his breathing ragged. "I'm sorry," he choked out, the words thick with unshed tears. "God, I'm so sorry."
But he didnât move.
His canines were already grazing the skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps. His hips slowed down. His breath trembled against your skin, warm and uneven, as though his body itself was begging him to stop. His eyes slipped shut.
One more heartbeat. That was all that remained of the life you had always known.
His hand tightened where it cradled the back of your head, not to keep you still, but because he feared he might lose the strength to do what you had asked of him.
Sensing his hesitation, your fingers tightened around his hand. "I'm still here," you breathed. "I'm not changing my mind."
âIâm sorry, love,â he whispered again, the words barely more than a broken breath. âFor what this will take from you, and how selfish I am to still want to save you.â
His forehead rested against your neck for one last fleeting moment, committing your warmth, your pulse, your fragile humanity to memory before he finally made the irreversible choice.
At last, he surrendered to the impossible choice. His canines finally sank in.
For a single heartbeat, there was only the sharp puncture of skin giving way. Venom flooded from his fangs, racing into your bloodstream. The pain was unbearable. White-hot and jagged, far sharper than any needle, any scalpel, any ache your human body had endured.
The venom spread like acid beneath your skin. You felt it descend from your neck into your chest, then your stomach, before spilling through your limbs until pain eclipsed every other sensation. Your eyes stung. Your throat tightened with every ragged breath, each inhale scraping through your lungs like sand dragged across raw flesh. Even your tongue ached, heavy and unresponsive, stealing every word from your mouth.
Then, just as suddenly, everything went numb. Sound became distant, as though the world had slipped beneath deep water. Somewhere beyond the roaring in your ears, you finally heard him. Through the haze of pain, his voice reached you, âCome with me.â
You forced yourself to cling to it, to focus on that voice and nothing else. Everything around you dissolved into darkness and distant noise until Changbin became the only thing you could still hear. His voice rough with agony and need, his thrusts relentless, driving into your wet heat even as he lapped frantically at the bite on your neck, his tongue cool against the searing wound. âStay with me, love. Donât leave me.â
You couldn't make another sound. Tears slipped silently down your cheeks instead, your body suspended between unbearable pain and blinding pleasure. Your inner walls clamped down on him as you reached your second climax in rhythmic spasms, while the slow, terrifying reality of your human body shutting down eclipsed every other sensation. He roared his own release, his cock pulsing violently as he emptied himself deep inside you, his hips grinding against yours, prolonging the convulsive pleasure-pain that rocked them both.
He kept moving through your climax, through his own, his tongue still working feverishly at the bite, sealing the wound as the venom coursed through you. The transformation burned, but he held you through it, his arms the only thing keeping you together.
Your heartbeat began to slow. Each beat arriving a fraction later than the last. Then the spaces between them stretched wider still, until the frantic rhythm that had accompanied your entire life started slipping quietly into silence.
Your breathing followed. Every inhale grew shallower, every exhale weaker, as though your human body had reached the end of the journey it had fought so hard to survive.
Changbin felt it. His tears spilled freely down his cheeks. He had dreamed of this moment for weeks, begged for it, prayed for it, yet nothing had prepared him for the terrible contradiction of watching you die even as he knew you would live. Grief and hope crashed together inside him until he could no longer tell them apart.
He brushed the damp hair from your forehead with trembling fingers.
âIâm here,â he whispered, his voice breaking. âYou donât have to be afraid.â
Your gaze found his through the haze of pain. Even as your vision blurred and the strength left your body, you never looked away. The corners of your mouth lifted into the faintest, trembling smile, fragile enough that it seemed it might disappear with your next breath. It wasnât reassurance for yourself. It was for him.
He counted each fading heartbeat, mourning the last moments of the woman heâd fallen in love with while waiting, with equal desperation, for the immortal who would open her eyes again.
He would be there. Through this burning, through the coming darkness, through the eternity he had just condemned them both to share. He held you, buried deep within your shaking body, as the old life burned away.
And when the time came, he would be there to welcome the first breath of your new one.
Š dose-of-changbin 2026. Feedbacks are appreciated! <3
hiii, so i really loved the innocent!han who... headcon. and i was wondering if u could do hyunjin..? if u don't want to or smth like thats its totally okay ik u might be busy with life and all. love ur work btw <3
INNOCENT!HYUNJIN WHO...
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innocent Hyunjin who⌠fucks you slow and sensual for hours, rolling his hips deep while staring into your eyes with that angelic face, filling your pussy with load after load until itâs leaking out and soaking the sheets. Afterwards he pulls you into his arms, plays with your hair gently and whispers âDid you sleep well, love?â like he wasnât just breeding you all night
innocent Hyunjin who⌠bends you over the studio couch after practice and rails your tight pussy from behind, slapping your ass red and pulling your hair while moaning softly, cumming deep inside you twice. When the members come back heâs already sitting calmly sketching in his notebook, glancing up at you with the softest, most innocent smile.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠makes you ride his cock while he paints, holding your hips and guiding you up and down until your pussy is creamed and swollen, then fills you again while still holding the brush. Afterwards he kisses your forehead and asks if you want to see the new painting he made of you.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠eats your pussy like itâs art, licking and sucking your clit for so long that his pretty face is drenched, then fucks you missionary while whispering how beautiful you look falling apart for him. After you cum he cleans you up with warm towels and cuddles you like youâre made of glass.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠wakes you up by sliding his long cock into your soaked pussy and fucks you deep and lazy, cumming inside you before youâre even fully awake. In the morning he brings you coffee in bed with those big sparkling eyes and asks sweetly, âWhy do you look so tired, baby? Did you have a bad dream?â
innocent Hyunjin who⌠throat-fucks you gently but deep until youâre gagging and drooling all over his cock, then flips you over and breeds your pussy until youâre shaking and overflowing with his cum. Afterwards he wipes your tears, kisses your swollen lips and hums a soft melody while holding you.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠gets obsessed with marking you â leaving hickeys all over your neck, breasts and inner thighs while pounding into you, then the next day lends you one of his oversized sweaters and acts surprised when you try to hide the marks.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠fucks you against the big mirror in the dance practice room, making you watch how his cock disappears inside your dripping pussy, filling you until cum runs down your legs. When heâs done he hugs you from behind, rests his chin on your shoulder and says innocently âWe should practice more often, right?â
innocent Hyunjin who⌠spends the whole night destroying your pussy in every position, choking you lightly and calling you his pretty muse while pumping you full. The next morning heâs back to being the softest boyfriend, making you breakfast and drawing little hearts on your hand with his finger.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠shares you with Minho, fucking your pussy slow and deep while Minho uses your mouth, both of them filling you until youâre a trembling, cum-covered mess. Afterwards Hyunjin pulls you into his lap, strokes your hair gently and offers you water like nothing filthy happened at all.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠fucks you for hours in his studio, painting slow sensual strokes with his hips while his long cock buries deep inside your dripping pussy, making you cum over and over until your legs are shaking and his cum is leaking out of you in thick rivers. Afterwards he wraps you in his soft cardigan, kisses every inch of your face and whispers âYouâre my favorite masterpiece, babyâ like he didnât just breed you senseless on the floor.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠wakes you up by gently pushing your thighs apart and sliding his cock into your warm pussy, fucking you slow and deep while youâre still sleepy, filling you with two loads before the sun is even up. In the morning he brings you breakfast in bed with those big sparkling eyes and asks softly âWhy are you glowing so much today, love? You look so tired and pretty.â
innocent Hyunjin who⌠bends you over the dance practice room mirror after everyone leaves, pounding your tight pussy from behind while making you watch how beautifully you take him, slapping your ass and leaving red handprints as he cums deep inside you multiple times until itâs running down your thighs. When the members return heâs calmly stretching in the corner, pulling you into a gentle hug and resting his chin on your shoulder like nothing happened.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠shares you with Minho, holding your legs wide open while Minho rails your pussy hard and fast, then switching so Hyunjin can fuck you slow and artistic while Minho fucks your throat. Both of them fill every hole until youâre overflowing with their cum. Afterwards Hyunjin cuddles you on his lap, stroking your hair and humming a soft melody while Minho casually brings water, both acting completely innocent.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠gets addicted to eating your pussy, spending entire afternoons between your legs licking, sucking and tongue-fucking you until you squirt all over his angelic face, then slides his cock back in and breeds you while whispering how perfect and wet you are for him. He cleans you up with warm towels and draws little hearts on your stomach with his finger.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠throat-fucks you with that long pretty cock until youâre gagging, drooling and crying, holding your head gently while he moans your name, then flips you over and destroys your pussy until itâs swollen and leaking. Afterwards he wipes your tears, kisses your swollen lips and says âYouâre so beautiful when you cry for me, my muse.â
innocent Hyunjin who⌠fucks you against the big window of the dorm at night, your tits pressed on the glass while he rails you deep, filling you repeatedly as city lights shine below. When heâs done he pulls you into bed, covers you with blankets and cuddles you like the softest boyfriend in the world.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠shares you with Felix and Changbin, letting them use your mouth and ass while he fucks your pussy slow and deep, all three of them filling you until cum is dripping from every hole. Afterwards Hyunjin carries you to the bath, washes your body gently with his long fingers and kisses your shoulders, acting like he didnât just watch his members ruin you.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠makes you ride him while heâs painting, gripping your hips and guiding you up and down on his cock until your pussy creams all over him, then stands up and fucks you against the canvas, leaving your juices and his cum on the painting. Later he shows you the finished artwork with the sweetest smile.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠spends the whole night marking your body â dark hickeys on your neck, breasts, thighs and even your pussy lips â while pounding you in every position, cumming inside you until youâre a trembling mess. The next day he lends you his oversized hoodie, adjusts it carefully to âhelp cover youâ and acts surprised when you limp.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠shares you with Han, fucking your pussy while Han fucks your ass at the same time, both of them moaning and filling you until youâre double stuffed and leaking. Afterwards Hyunjin pulls you into his arms, plays with your hair and offers to draw a portrait of you while Han brings snacks, both pretending it was the most normal thing ever.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠fingers you for hours, scissoring your pussy open and rubbing your g-spot until you squirt everywhere, then fucks you through the overstimulation while staring into your eyes with that innocent gaze. He brings you water, massages your sore thighs and tells you how much he loves making you feel good.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠fucks you in the dorm while the others are home, covering your mouth with his hand as he breeds you deep and slow on the couch, filling you quietly. When someone walks in he simply pulls a blanket over you both and smiles angelically, asking if anyone wants to watch a movie.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠becomes obsessed with your body, kissing and licking every inch before sliding his cock between your tits, in your mouth, and finally deep in your pussy, cumming in multiple places. Afterwards he gives you the longest, most loving aftercare â bathing you, brushing your hair, and whispering sweet praises.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠shares you with Seungmin and Jeongin, letting them take turns in your pussy and mouth while he directs the scene like itâs art, fucking you last and filling you the most. When itâs over he holds you close, kisses your forehead and says softly âYou were perfect for us, babyâ with the most innocent expression.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠rails you so hard in the back of the van after a schedule that the car shakes, choking you lightly and pumping you full of cum until itâs everywhere. Back at the dorm he acts like the perfect gentleman, helping you walk inside and bringing you tea.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠wakes you up by eating your pussy until you cum, then fucks you lazy and deep in spooning position, filling you again before falling back asleep still inside you. In the morning he nuzzles your neck and asks cutely âDid you sleep well, my love?â
innocent Hyunjin who⌠loves public teasing â fingering you under the table at dinner with the members, rubbing your clit while keeping a straight innocent face, then later dragging you to the bathroom to fuck you quick and dirty, filling you before going back to eat like nothing happened.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠destroys your pussy all night long with his long cock, making you take him in every angle until youâre hoarse from moaning, then wakes up the next day and makes you pancakes, feeding you bites while looking at you with pure adoration.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠shares you with the whole group on special nights, watching and joining as they use all your holes, filling you with cum from everyone, but always being the one to hold you afterwards, cleaning you gently and telling you how much he loves his perfect muse.
innocent Hyunjin who⌠fucks you so beautifully and filthily that youâre left marked, sore, leaking and completely ruined, but always ends it by pulling you into his chest, wrapping his long arms around you and whispering âI love you more than art, more than dance⌠youâre everything to meâ with that angelic, innocent smile.
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summary: there are some things you should never do such as: having a crush on the owner of your gym, accidentally discovering said gym owner is a camboy, and touching yourself to said camboy and his livestreams. unfortunately for you, youâve already failed all three
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âyouâre cheatingâ
you roll your eyes, tightening your grip around the barbell resting across your shoulders. the metal feels cold against the back of your neck and the plates are so heavy that they make your legs tremble after the fourth set.
âiâm not cheatingâ, you say.
âthen your form sucksâ, changbin says as he lets out a scoff behind you.Â
âit only sucks because youâre distracting meâ
he grins and there it is, that stupid grin. the one that makes his eyes disappear and the corner of his mouth tilt up just a little more on one side.
âexcusesâ, he says.
âyou know what? fine, i donât need your helpâ
he snorts, âyou say that every timeâ
you hate that heâs right, mostly becauseâŚwell, because heâs always right. you roll your eyes again and take a breath before you squat again, your knees wobbling.
âuh-â, he starts, his hands settling lightly at your waist, ânopeâ
âiâve got itâ
âyou absolutely donâtâ, he says.
changbin stands so close to you that you can feel his body heat through your t-shirt. his hands donât grip your body too hard, they just guide you, one hovering near your side and the other lightly pressing your lower back now.
âchest upâ, he says.
âit is upâ
âno, it isnâtâ
âyes it is!â
ây/n, you look like a shrimpâ
you nearly choke, âwhat did you just call me?â
you push back up to standing and whip around to glare at him, but he just bursts out laughing, the sound bouncing off the mostly empty gym. itâs late, almost eleven, your favourite time to come - no crowds, no waiting for machines, no people filming themselves in front of mirrors, itâs just you and the music playing quietly through the speakers as changbin acts like your personal trainer despite insisting he isnât.
âi hate youâ, you tell him.Â
he pretends to be offended, gasping as he put his hand on his chest, âthatâs so meanâ
âmean and trueâ
âyeah, whateverâ, he says, laughing now, which makes you laugh in return.
youâve known each other for almost a year, ever since you started coming to the gym, absolutely terrified and having no clue of what to do here. you had spent ten minutes pretending to understand a machine as he watched you from afar before he gave up and came to your rescue, and the rest is history as they say.
over the next few days, you found out he was the owner of the gym, well, him and his friend bang chan, the other guy who was always there and would help you whenever changbin wasnât working. youâve been coming to the gym almost daily for a year, and here you are now, still getting bullied by changbin whenever you donât do something right.
âagainâ, changbin says.
you groan, âIâm deadâ
ânopeâ
âchangbin-â
ânoâ
âmy legs are going to fallâ
he folds his arms, âno, theyâre notâ
you glare at him, âyouâre evilâ
âget lowerâ
âi hate youâ, you say again.
âget lowerâ
you sigh and then do it, and it takes everything in you not to collapse there and then.
he laughs and then you hand the bar back to him. your legs feel like jelly so you shuffle towards the bench nearby and almost flop onto it.
âthatâs it, iâm never doing this again. iâm too old for thisâ, you say, trying to catch your breath again.
âyouâre ridiculousâ, he says, laughing at you.
âthis is your faultâ, you say, pointing at him.
âhow is it my fault?â, he says.
âyou make me do thisâ
âyou come here voluntarilyâ
you open your mouth and then close it.
damn him.
he smirks, âthought soâ
you groan and tip your head back, the ceiling lights blurring slightly above you. youâre sweaty and exhausted, you just wanna go home and relax, eat something while you-
âiâm leaving!â
you sit up and look at chan who is standing near the entrance with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.
âyou two donât stay too lateâ, he says.
âdrive safe, chanâ, changbin says.Â
âyou tooâ, he says and then looks at you, âand donât let him bully you, y/n!â
you sigh, âtoo late for thatâ
âhey!â, changbin protests.
chan grins and then disappears out the door, letting the silence settle over the gym. you look around - the treadmills are off, the stretching area is empty, thereâs no chatter or weights clanking, thereâs no music either now.
itâs just you and changbin.
âgo home, y/nâ, you hear him say suddenly.Â
âiâll help you clean upâ, you say as you stand up.
âitâs fine, you donât have to do itâ, he says, laughing softly.
âlet me help you, pleaseâ
he shakes his head, the hair at his forehead bouncing slightly, âno, go home, itâs lateâ
he walks away and starts stacking weights. you follow him and then you hear him sigh, but you hand him plates anyway, and then he sighs again, louder this time. you grin and then he turns to look at you and points towards the door.
âoutâ
ânoâ
âoutâ
âyou canât kick me outâ, you say as you cross your arms.
âyes i can, iâm the ownerâ, he says, mirroring your actions and crossing his arms too.
a staring contest begins then, but you lose after four seconds, because you're weak like that.
âokay, fine, iâm leavingâ
âthank youâ, he says, grinning at you.Â
you make a face at him and then he laughs. you feel your cheeks turning red because you love that sound, and you hate that you love that sound. you grab your bag and start walking towards the door before you embarrass yourself any further.
âokayâ, you say, âiâm leavingâ, you say again.
âgoodâ
âyouâre so rudeâ, you say laughing.
âyouâll surviveâ, he says laughing too.
you stop by the door and turn to look at changbin, who is standing in the middle of the gym with his hands on his hips, watching you, waiting until you leave - he always does that and it makes your chest feel warm.
âsee you tomorrow?â, you ask, like you donât already know the answer.
he smiles at you, âof courseâ
you smile too, âgood night, binnieâ
he wrinkles his nose at the nickname and you grin wider.
âgood night, y/nâ
as soon as you entered your apartment, you went straight to the bathroom, desperate for a shower and then once you were done, you ate some leftovers while you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. now itâs past midnight and you are lying on your bed with your hands folded over your stomach as you stare at the ceiling, wide awake.Â
you turn onto your side, then onto your back again, then onto your other side and then you groan into your pillow. you reach for your phone and open instagram then close it and open tiktok instead, but nothing catches your attention. you think about reading or watching a movie, but even those ideas seem boring at the moment too.
but then, you remember something your friend told you once, just over a month ago, during one dinner with too many beers.
âiâm seriousâ, she said as she leant over the table with flushed cheeks and a mischievous grin.
âoh my god, you watch random guys⌠what, jerking off online?â, you said, laughing as she rolled her eyes.
âyou make it sound like iâm some kind of perv or somethingâ, she said, leaning closer to hit you playfully, âi just do it from time to time, just, you know⌠when iâm stressed and i need to relax or somethingâ
you nearly choked on your drink, âoh my godâ
she only laughed harder and then took your phone, writing a website on your notes.
âone day youâll thank meâ, she said.
you had forgotten about it, until now. you open your notes and find the website she had written there. you look at it, biting your lip as you wonder whether you should do it or not. itâs not like anyone will know⌠right?Â
you feel your cheeks warm but then, you search the website, the page loading as you lie on your bed looking at your phone.Â
âoh my godâ, you whisper, to no one in particular.Â
there are so many people, rows and rows of thumbnails, some more professional than others, others clearly filmed in their bedrooms with their phones and thatâs it. you feel like an intruder and you almost close the page but then, curiosity wins and you click one.Â
the boy starts the video stroking his cock, right to it, and you panic and shut the video immediately. you click another one and then another, and you do the same thing with four or five more videos.
âthis is stupidâ, you say.
you turn onto your back again and sigh, then you stare at the screen again, your eyes catching a tab at the top.
LIVE.Â
okay, maybe this is more fun. you press it and then page refreshes, lots of livestreams appearing then. you blink and start scrolling, the thumbnails blurring together and not one of them really catching your eye. you continue scrolling for a couple of minutes, not paying much attention, and youâre close to giving up when you stop, your thumb freezing over one of the livestreams.
he seems familiar.Â
you canât see the boy properly, but something about his posture, something about the clothes heâs wearing makes you stop, youâre sure youâve seen him before. you look at the username but it doesnât ring a bell. you open his livestream, trying to get a better look, see if you can recognise him and when you see him, the world stops.Â
itâs changbin.Â
the same changbin you were with just a couple of hours ago.
now heâs sitting there, smiling and talking as loads of comments and donations fill his livestream.
you lie on your bed, looking at him, you donât even breath, you canât. there has to be an explanation, this canât be your changbin - not that the changbin you know is yours anyway but this canât be that guy - it must be someone that really looks like him, or maybe he has a brother or a cousin that looks a lot like him, maybe he-
he laughs then and the sound shoots straight through you. you know that laugh, you could recognise it anywhere.
it is changbin.
âno fucking wayâ, you say as you keep looking at him, for some reason itâs impossible for you to take your eyes off him.Â
you keep looking at your phone, your heart beating so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs. changbin leans back in his chair, one of his ankles resting on the opposite knee, looking completely at ease with whatâs going on, which makes you wonder how many times heâs done this.
cumslut: fuck yes finally
edgequeen: been waiting all day for this
princessonline: you look so good tonight i might just come from seeing youÂ
changbin looks at his screen as he reads the message with a lazy smirk, his tongue pressing against his cheek before he laughs.
âeveryoneâs eager tonight, huh?â, his voice is low, a little raspy, a tone you had never heard, âyou guys must be really worked up. what? did you miss me that much?â
he laughs again, the sound vibrating through your phone speaker and straight between your legs, your thighs pressing together on instinct.Â
user69: take everything off now
edgequeen: stroke your dick for us
âalright, alrightâ, he says, dragging the word out like heâs doing all of you a favor, âsince youâre all so fucking desperate tonightâŚâ
he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and takes it off, the fabric catching on his pecs before it comes free, revealing the smooth and thick muscle there and the sharp cut of his abs. he tosses the t-shirt aside and leans back again, letting everyone see his body.
you gasp out loud in your bedroom, your eyes tracing every line of him. heat floods between your legs, so fast it makes you dizzy. youâre soaked already and he hasnât even touched himself yet, and you know you shouldnât be watching this either.Â
user69: iâm so wet for you
princessonline: more more
cumslut: fuck youâre so hotÂ
changbinâs eyes flick over the chat, clearly enjoying the attention, âthis is what you all wanted, isnât it?â, he says as he runs his hands down his chest, his thumbs brushing his nipples before sliding lower, âyouâre all such greedy little freaks. i love itâÂ
his fingers hook into the waistband of his pants and boxers and he lifts his hips just enough to shove them down in one go, stopping right below his balls so his cock springs free. itâs thick, already hard and shiny with precum. it rests against his lower abs for a second before he wraps one of his hands around the base and gives it a slow stroke.
you donât even think, your hand dives straight under the waistband of your shorts and panties and your fingers find your clit instantly, rubbing it as you match the rhythm of his hand on your screen.
he reaches for a bottle of lube and then squirts a generous amount into his palm. he wraps his hand around his cock again and starts stroking properly, twisting his wrist on every stroke, the lube making everything easier.
âfuck, that feels goodâ, he groans, his eyes half lidded as he looks straight into the camera, âyou guys are really making me work for it tonight. keep those comments coming and maybe iâll give you a showâ
edgequeen: faster please
princessonline: stroke that cock for us
cumslut: edge us
he speeds up a little and his thighs tense, the precum leaking more now, mixing with the lube and dripping down his cock onto his balls. youâre panting now, one finger sliding through your soaked folds before you push it inside. you imagine itâs his finger instead, stretching you open. then, you enter another finger and you imagine itâs his cock now. your thumb moves to your clit while your other hand grips your phone so hard your knuckles ache.Â
âall of you here⌠watching me jerk off⌠youâre such filthy people, i bet half of you are touching yourselves right now, arenât you?â, he says as he squeezes his cock harder, âgo on then, watch me while you fuck yourselvesâ
your fingers move faster and your hips roll up to meet your hand. every time changbin moans or speaks, another rush of slick coats your fingers and a new moan escapes your lips.Â
heâs getting close, you can tell by the way his abs tighten and his strokes become shorter, more urgent. his free hand moves to grip the armrest of the chair, the veins standing out along his forearm.
âshit⌠iâm g-gonna comeâ, he says, his voice strained, âyou want it? wanna watch me make a mess?â
edgequeen: yes yes
cumslut: make a mess on my pls
user69: i wanna suck your cock
changbinâs head tips back against the chair and then with a loud and broken groan, he starts to come, his cum shooting across his abs and chest. he keeps stroking through it until his cock twitches and softens slightly in his grip, his cum dripping down his torso in shiny streaks.Â
the sight pushes you over the edge, your own climax taking hold of you as your thighs shake and your back arches off your bed. you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud but a broken whimper still escapes you.
changbin catches his breath, his chest heaving, and then he looks back at the camera with that same cocky smile.
âfuck⌠that was good. thanks for being here, you little freaks. iâll do this again soon if you keep being so⌠generousâ, he says as he wipes some of the cum off his chest with his fingers and then licks them clean, before he leans closer to the screen, âgood night everyoneâ, he says, still grinning, and ends the livestream.
your screen goes black and you continue lying there, with your phone still clutched in your hand and your other hand still between your legs. your thighs are trembling and your panties and shorts are soaked through, and youâre sure even the sheets are wet.
you canât believe you just came to changbin - your changbin - jerking off live for hundreds of strangers and you donât know how youâre going to pretend that nothing has happened.Â
the next evening, you stand outside the gym and contemplate changing to a completely different one. youâre scared to face changbin today, not because of him, but because of you and how you may react, because if you had to be honest with yourself, you donât trust yourself one bit. it was one thing to have a crush on him, but itâs something completely different to have watched him stroke his cock during a livestream while your fingers were buried inside you.
you pull your sleeves over your hands and take a deep breath. you can do this, nothing has happened, you saw nothing, you did nothing, you definitely didnât watch him as you-
ânoâ, you say to yourself, shaking your head.
youâre going to act normal, thatâs what you tell yourself, so you push the door open and enter the gym and as soon as you do-
âhey!â
your soul leaves your body and you whip your head up - changbin is behind the front desk, already smiling at you, like he always does. you feel your cheeks warm and immediately guilt fills you, because even though his livestream was public, you feel like you invaded something private, like you peeked behind a curtain you were never supposed to seeÂ
you donât respond and he tilts his head, âyou okay?â
âyeahâ, you say, too fast and too loud, even for him, âi mean- yeah, iâm o-okayâ
thank god you were gonna act normal today, apparently your brain resigned the second you saw him.
he narrows his eyes, âyou sure?â
you donât trust your voice so you just nod your head and he watches you for a moment longer before he shrugs.
âokayâ
thatâs it, no suspicion or weird looks, no sign that his life imploded overnight, even though yours absolutely did.
you hurry towards the locker room before you say something stupid or do something embarrassing⌠again. and when you leave the locker room, you avoid him for the first fifteen minutes, hoping itâs not too obvious, but it is, at least for him.Â
you stretch longer than usual, spend extra time on cardio, look at yourself in the mirror whenever he passes by, but still, you can feel him moving around the gym, heâs everywhere - you can see him talking with other people, spotting someone on bench press, talking with chan about protein powder, cleaning some of the machines so he doesnât have to do it later.Â
and even though heâs acting completely normal, this makes it so much worse for you because when you hear him laughing, all your hear is his laugh last night when he was teasing you - on camera that is - and when you see him wiping sweat from his forehead, all you see is him stroking his cock with his precum and the lube.Â
you nearly trip over your own feet at the thought and he looks at you, his eyebrows raised.
focus, y/n.
you are here to work out, so you grab some dumbbells and start your set - one, two, three, four, easy. you can do this. five, six-
âyour elbowâs too highâ
you jump, not having heard him getting close to you.
âoh my godâ, you say as you turn around to look at him, âyou scared me!â
âi didnât do anythingâ, he says, raising his hands and laughing at your reaction.
âi didnât hear youâ, you say laughing nervously.
changbin keeps looking at you, like he can tell thereâs something youâre not telling him, but you just avoid eye contact again.Â
he steps closer to you, âyou sure youâre okay?â
yes.
no.
not even close.
but you nod your head, âyeah, iâm goodâ
you look at him and thatâs a big mistake, because all you can see is his smirk and his hands stroking his cock, those same hands you wished were on your body instead, that cock you wished-
â... okayâ, he says, and then walks away, obviously not believing you but deciding not to push you any further right now.Â
you let out the breath you were holding and then shake your head. this is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. youâve known changbin for almost a year and yet, it only took one livestream, one stupid livestream, for you not to know how to act around him anymore.Â
get it together please.
you pick up your dumbbells again and do one set, then a couple more. you focus on the burn in your muscles, on your breathing, on counting your reps, on anything except him. and for a while, it works, but itâs mostly because changbin stays busy and doesnât stay close to you again.
you hear him talking and laughing with chan and you refuse to look but chan notices, because he has seen you walking around each other today for a while and this is so not like you. he squints his eyes at you, then at changbin when he isnât looking, and he knows that something has happened, but he doesnât know what.Â
you continue working out as the time passes and the gym slowly empties. the music gets quieter and the lights dim slightly, the people saying goodbye as they leave the gym and then, you see chan, waving at you.Â
âsee you tomorrow, y/n!â
you wave back, âbye chan!â
but then, you realise.
wait.
chan is leaving?
already?
you look around and see that the treadmills are empty, the stretching mats abandoned. thereâs no one near the squat racks, no one near the benches.Â
itâs just you and-Â
oh no.
you freeze and turn around, only to find changbin at the front desk, already looking at you, with his arms folded, and for once, heâs not smiling at you.Â
oh oh.
you immediately look away and turn around again, pretending to be very interested in wiping down your equipment. you hear movement behind you and you close your eyes, hoping that itâs not changbin walking to you, hoping that he wonât wanna talk, hoping that-
âyouâve been avoiding meâ
of course, no such luck.
you sigh and then turn around slowly, only to find changbin standing a few feet away from you, with his arms still crossed and still not smiling.Â
you laugh nervously, âno, i havenâtâ
he raises and eyebrow, âi donât believe youâ
you donât reply and he takes this opportunity to take another step closer to you.
âdid i do something?â, he asks you.
ânoâ
âthen why are you acting so weird today?â
âiâm not acting weirdâ, you lie, looking at the floor.
âyes, you areâ
âno, iâm notâ
ây/n, you canât even look me in the eye right nowâ
you open your mouth to say something but then close it because heâs right. you canât look at him because every time you do, you remember last night and you feel a million things at the same time - you feel guilty, embarrassed, hot and weirdly⌠jealous? which makes absolutely no sense.
you groan and changbin blinks.
âwhy are you groaning?â, he says.
you cover your face with your hands, âugh, i canât do thisâ
âdo what?â
you start pacing and he just follows you, trying to keep up.
âchangbin, you donât understand-â
âthen help me understandâ
âi canât!â
âwhy not?â
âbecause itâs embarrassing!â
changbin blinks then.Â
embarrassing?Â
what do you mean?Â
he looks genuinely baffled now and you only groan louder and walk faster. changbin continues to follow you, walking faster so he can step closer to you, concern replacing annoyance now.
âyou knowâ, he says, âyou can tell me anything, right?â
you stop and turn to look at him, almost colliding with him because of how close he is, and then you canât take it anymore.
âwell, i canât exactly tell you i watched you with your cock out last night, can i?â
everything stops, both of you completely silent now, you swear that you could hear a hair pin drop if it fell at that moment. he blinks and then you realise what youâve said, the colour draining from your face instantly, and you regret everything - watching the live, going to the gym, talking to him, hell you regret even existing right now.
âw-what?â, he says.
you cover your face again, âoh my godâ
changbin doesnât move, he doesnât even blink. you sigh and squeeze your eyes shut.
âi found your⌠account yesterday and i⌠i-i watched your livestream last nightâ, you say, your voice muffled behind your hands.Â
his mouth falls open and suddenly the pieces click together, why you avoided him and why you refused to meet his eyes, why you were acting weird today and stepping away from him. he starts laughing then, not a small chuckle, but a full and loud laugh that fills the gym.
âoh my god, thatâs why youâve been acting like this today?â, he says.
you drop your hands, your cheeks burning as you stare at him in stunned embarrassment. his laughter only makes it worse and somehow hotter at the same time.
ây/n, itâs nothing to be ashamed of. iâm not ashamed of doing it and i never said anything about it but i donât hide it either. but what i wanna know isâŚâ, he says, walking closer to you, that cocky smirk from last night returning, âwhy did you watch it, huh? you needed to relieve some tension? or were you just looking for a fun time, sweetheart?â
you canât talk, no matter how hard you try, your words wonât leave your lips, no sounds will come out. he keeps walking towards you and you step back until your spine meets the cool surface of the mirror on the wall. he doesnât stop walking, crowding into your space until his chest nearly brushed yours.
âis that why you kept stepping away from me today? because you couldnât stop thinking about me? about what i did with my hands? about my cock? or is it because you couldnât stop thinking about what my cock might feel like inside you?â
your brain short circuits and you feel yourself getting wet, embarrassingly fast. youâre not even listening to what heâs saying anymore, your eyes are locked on his mouth and the curve of his lips, and changbin is not oblivious, not anymore.
âof course you were, sweetheartâ, he says and then he dives in.
his mouth captures yours in a hard and hungry kiss, one of his hands sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other braces against the mirror beside your head. his tongue pushes past your lips, tasting you and the heat thatâs been simmering inside you since last night explodes into something consuming.
his mouth is still locked on yours when he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you off the floor. you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist, your arms flying around his neck. he laughs against your lips and then carries you across the room. your back hits the open stretch of the floor near the centre of the room, the carpet soft under your spine as he lowers you down and follows immediately, his body settling between your spread thighs. he breaks the kiss only long enough to smirk down at you, his eyes dark and hungry.
âlook at you, already clinging to me like youâre starving for it... you spent all day running away from me and now you canât keep yourself away from meâ, he says.
his hands start working at your clothes, yanking your top up and over your head, tossing it aside without even looking. he drags your shorts down next, and your underwear too, leaving you completely naked under him. the cool air kisses your skin but it's nothing compared to the heat rolling off his body.
changbin doesnât waste another second. he drops lower, his shoulders forcing your thighs wider and he buries his face straight between your legs. his tongue drags a thick and wet stripe up your slit before he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard, ripping a scream from your throat, because nothing has ever felt like this. your hips buck up against his mouth on their own, chasing whatever he is giving you, your fingers fisting into his hair and tugging hard enough to make him groan into your cunt.
you canât stop rocking your hips against his face, grinding down on that wicked mouth while he eats you out like heâs been waiting for this exact moment since the day you first met. your head lolls to the side and thatâs when you see the full length mirror reflecting everything - changbinâs broad shoulders between your thighs, his head moving as he licks and sucks, your own flushed face twisted in pleasure, your legs spread wide and open for him. the sight punches the air from your lungs and another broken scream tears out of you, louder than the first one.Â
changbin feels the sudden clench of your thighs and lifts his head just enough to follow your gaze. when he spots the mirror and realises youâre staring at your own reflection, watching him eating you out, he lets out a dark laugh against your folds.
âoh fuck, look at that. youâre getting even wetter just from seeing you like thisâ, he says as he slides two fingers into you without warning, curling them deep while his tongue returns to your clit, âi didnât know you had this in you, sweetheart. getting off on watching me tongue-fuck you in the mirror. thatâs such a fucking turn onâ
his fingers move steadily, scissoring and twisting while he sucks your clit again. you keep grinding down on his mouth and hand, your hips rolling shamelessly as the wet sounds grow louder. you try to talk, to say anything, but you canât, every time you open your mouth a scream comes out.
every time your eyes flick back to the mirror you see his tongue moving against you, see his fingers disappearing inside you and your own body shaking and desperate, begging for him. it pushes you higher and higher, until the coil in your stomach snaps without warning.
âc-changbin!â, thatâs the only thing you can say and when he groans against your cunt, you finally collapse.
your orgasm crashes through you in a rush of heat and pulsing pleasure, your thighs clamping around his head as you scream his name again and again and flood his tongue with your arousal.
he doesnât stop licking until youâre trembling and whimpering, still watching the mirror because you canât look away. he finally pulls his mouth away from your soaked cunt but stays between your thighs, his lips shiny with your release as he watches you with that cocky little smirk.Â
âeasy, sweetheartâ, he says, âbreathe for meâ
his fingers start tracing your skin, calming your body and the waves inside you. he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another higher up. each press of his lips feels tender, almost sweet after how hard he just made you come.Â
youâre still floating, your chest heaving, as if youâre somewhere far away and not in the gym with him. you move your head and your eyes focus on him again and then you notice the thick and obvious bulge straining against the front of his pants. your gaze locks on it and something hungry flickers back to life inside you.Â
before he can say anything else, you push up on shaky arms, grab his shoulders and then shove him backwards until heâs sitting on the floor. he laughs when he sees you manhandle him, but he lets you have your fun, at least for now.
âfuck, look at youâ, he says as you kneel between his spread legs, âso desperate to get your mouth on me. my sweet girl really canât wait another second, can you?â
ân-noâ, you say, your voice hoarse from all your moaning and screaming.
your hands move to the waistband of his pants, dragging them and his underwear down, letting his cock free. changbin just watches you with that same teasing grin, taking his t-shirt off before one of his hands comes up to stroke your cheek.
âyouâve been thinking about this since you watched me yesterday, havenât you? or maybe youâve thought about this before, huh?â, he says, teasing you, âwell, i guess that now that you are here on your knees it doesnât really matterâ
you wrap your fingers around his cock and then lean in, dragging your tongue from the base to the tip. changbinâs head tips back with a groan as you take him into your mouth and start sucking him. his hand moves to your hair, tightening just a bit.
âthatâs it, sweetheart. fuck⌠your mouth feels so g-good. such a good girl for meâ
you moan around his cock at his words, the vibration making his body tremble. he keeps talking, his voice getting rougher as you bob your head, taking him deeper and deeper each time.
âfuck⌠iâm gonna come down your throat if you keep going like that. you want it? want me to fill that pretty mouth?â
you hum around his cock and then hollow your cheeks around it. changbin curses, his thighs flexing, and then he comes hard, his cum flooding your mouth.
âf-fuck, y/n!â
you swallow as he keeps coming, your throat working as he fills your mouth more and more, some of it spilling from the corner of your lips. when he stops twitching, you pull off and climb up into his lap, grabbing his face with both of your hands before you kiss him, letting him taste some of his cum that you havenât swallowed in your mouth. he groans into the kiss, his hands moving to your waist as he licks into your mouth, both of you moaning as he tastes his own release.Â
his hands slide down to grip your hips and then he moves you until youâre sitting on top of him, with the head of his cock right against your entrance. both of you groan at the contact and he rocks his hips once, dragging the tip through your wetness and coating himself before he starts to push inside.
âfuck, youâre so wet againâ, he says, âlook at you, dripping all over my cock already. you want it that bad, sweetheart? want me to stretch this tight pussy open?â
you nod your head, your fingers digging into his shoulder as you sink down slowly until your ass meets his thighs when youâre fully seated on his cock.
âthatâs itâ, he says as a broken moan rips out of you, âsuch a good girl for me. iâve thought about this since i first met you. i knew youâd be this tight, i knew youâd squeeze me so fucking goodâ
you start to move, rolling your hips as you feel him throb inside you which pulls more whimpers from your throat. changbin watches your face the whole time, his eyes dark and hungry.
âfaster, sweetheart. ride me, show me how bad you need itâ, his hands guide you, lifting and dropping you onto his cock, âso fucking messy. youâre soaking my cock... such a needy girl for meâ
you moan louder, bouncing harder, âplease, more, i- i need moreâ, you gasp.
âyeah? my sweet girl begging for more already? you want me to fuck you until you canât think straight?â
you nod your head and then his hips snap up to meet every drop of your body, his cock hitting your spot.
âevery time i had my hand around my cock, i pictured you like this. every time, i imagined filling your cunt⌠and now youâre taking it like you were born for meâ
you clench around him at his words, a fresh wave of your arousal coating his cock and he groans, his fingers digging bruises into your hips, but you donât fucking care, you never wanna stop.
âthatâs right. f-fuck, you feel so good. keep riding me, sweetheart, use my cockâ, he moans.
your movements grow frantic, your thighs burning as you slam down again and again. you whimper, too far gone to form full sentences now.
âp-please⌠changbin⌠fuck me h-harderâ
he growls and then flips you both. your back hits the floor again with a soft thud and heâs on top of you again, shoving your thighs wide apart. he lines up and slams back inside in one thrust. you scream, your back arching off the floor as he starts pounding into you without mercy.
âf-fuck, yesâ, you moan as his hips snap against yours.
âthis is what you wanted isnât it? getting fucked stupid, as you scream for me, begging for moreâ
you canât stop the sounds pouring out of you, high and broken moans and desperate pleas, âplease, please, donât stop- harder, fuck me harderâ
your nails rake down his back, your legs locking around his waist as he thrusts into you over and over again. he leans down and kisses you hard, swallowing your cries. when he pulls back, his lips are shiny and his voice is completely wrecked.
âthatâs my girl. so fucking loud for meâ, he says and then he angles his hips, grinding deep on every thrust, âiâm gonna make you come again. iâm gonna make you scream my name again. you want that, sweetheart?â
you nod your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.
âyes- fuck, yesâ
his pace turns savage, his hips slamming into you with bruising force, every thrust making you scream much louder than before. youâre right on the edge, your body wound tight and then changbin reaches between your bodies and rubs your swollen clit, completely shattering you. you come with a broken scream, your walls clenching his cock, which makes changbin curse and then come with you, his cum filling you, pushing his release as deep as he can while you both shake and moan against each otherâs mouths.Â
he stays buried inside you, his forehead pressed to yours as you both pant hard. his cock twitches with the last weak pulses and then he kisses you again, tasting the salt on your skin from how much youâre both sweating.
âfuckâ, he says against your lips, âyouâre incredibleâ
you slowly pull away from him to look at him properly - his hair is a mess and youâre pretty sure yours is worse, but heâs smiling at you, not the cocky smirk from before, but a soft and genuine smile and then he brushes damp strands of hair from your forehead.
he leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding against yours like heâs savouring every second. when he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brush yours with every word.
âso⌠youâve got a little crush on me, huh? watched my livestream like a good girl and got yourself off while i stroked my cock for strangersâ
you groan, your face burning, and you try to hide against his neck but he just chuckles and leans down again to kiss the corner of your mouth.
âdonât hide now, sweetheart. i like knowing you were touching this pretty pussy while you watched me. makes me feel specialâ, he says as his hand slides down to squeeze your hip, his thumb stroking circles over your skin, âand every single time i jerked off? not only on screen? it was you i was thinking about. your face and your mouth. and this tight pussy iâm still buried inâ
the filthy confession makes your walls clench around him again and the only thing you can do is grab his face with your hands and drag him back down into another kiss, desperate and messy as you moan into his mouth, your tongues sliding together one more time. he groans, his hips twitching and humping again, and he kisses you just as hungrily, sucking on your lower lip before he nips it lightly.
he pulls away a bit, breathing hard, his eyes bright and big as he looks at you.
âwe should probably talk about this new⌠discovery over some late night dinner tonight, my treat. what do you say, sweetheart? youâre gonna let me take you out?â
âyeahâ, you say, nodding your head without hesitation, still panting, and your lips still swollen from his kisses.
changbin grins, wide and bright, and then he pulls out of you with a wet sound that makes you both hiss. before you can protest the sudden emptiness, he stands up and scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. your arms loop around his neck and your fingers move to his hair, while his hands stay under your thighs and across your back.Â
he starts walking towards the showers, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and down your throat.
âiâve got to get you cleaned up firstâ, he says against your skin, his voice warm and teasing, âcanât take my girl out for dinner when sheâs still leaking my cum down her thighsâ, he nips at your earlobe, chuckling when you shiver.
you hide your face in his neck, your body already humming with fresh arousal at his words. changbin kicks the bathroom door open with his foot, still carrying you and then he turns the shower on, its sounds echoing in the room as he keeps murmuring filthy words against your skin.
a/n: the second part of live: unfiltered is up!! thank you for all of your love and i hope you like this one as much as the first one! next up: our sweet and innocent seungmin đ
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you were supposed to be working.
the heavy textbook was still sitting open on the corner of your desk, its pages completely ignored. instead of highlighting important sentences, you were laying face down, hips arched high off the mattress of your bed, while the quiet guy from your lecture series single-handedly ruined your ability to think straight.
hwang hyunjin had always been an unreadable fixture in the back row of your lecture hall. with his dark hair falling across his eyes, sharp jawline, and an aloof aura that kept everyone at a distance, you had taken a quiet, intense liking to him from day oneâalthough your friends never really understood what you saw in him. to everyone else he was a total weirdo, but you never thought so.
so when your professor paired you two up together to work on a projectâyou decided this was going to be your chance to make your move on him.
you never expected to find out what he was like behind closed doorsâunderneath that nonchalantness he always moved around with. now, you knew exactly how he could be.
he rammed his thick length relentlessly in and out of you. every deep thrust drove his metal barbell piercing straight through your hyper-sensitive walls. the sensation was delicious torture, the freezing metal offering a sharp, shocking contrast to the suffocating, white-hot heat of your sopping wet core.
hot tears streamed down your face, your throat catching on a ragged sob each time his hips slammed home against your backside.
âhyun- ah! wait,â you slurred your words, completely drunk on the intoxicating pleasure rolling through your veins.
his large hands ran possessively up and down your bare back. whenever he leaned down to press a wet, lingering kiss onto your shoulder blades, you could feel the biting coolness of his lip piercing against your flushed skin.
"wait?" he murmured against your neck "is it too much for you, sweetheart, hm?"
though the question sounded gentle, he made absolutely no effort to slow down. in fact, he redoubled the force of his thrusts, his long fingers sliding down between your thighs to rub circles over your aching clit. you stared down through your tear-blurred vision at his handâthe exact same fingers you had been daydreaming about while sitting next to him at your desk earlier that day. they were painted a glossy black with intricate nail art, and through the haze of your pleasure, you made a frantic mental note to ask him to paint yours exactly like that later.
"nooo- fuck," you babbled incoherently, barely aware of what was coming out of your mouth. "itâs just... wan' you to never stop. feels s'good..."
you weren't even sure if he understood your rambling. you didn't care much anyway; you were far too busy trying to fight back the impending wave of your orgasm, desperately not wanting to cum so embarrassingly quick.
through the haze of your pleasure, you registered a chuckle behind you. you turned your head around to glance back at him through your tear-blurred vision. he was looking down at you, his eyes hooded, his lips parted as he took in the ruin he was making of you.
âyouâre gonna cum already? fuck, thatâs hot,â he groaned.
you let out a high-pitched, pathetic whine as he shifted his angle, the heavy metal of his piercing hitting your sweet spot so flawlessly it made your brain go entirely blank.
âyes- mmph, shit! fucking me so good,â you sobbed, a fresh wave of tears gathering and running freely down your flushed cheeks.
suddenly, he pulled completely out of you. before you could even let out a single sound of protest at the sudden emptiness, his hands locked onto your hips. he flipped your body around onto your back with effortless control and immediately slammed back into you, bottoming out instantly. the abundance of your wetness made the impact produce an embarrassingly loud, squelching sound that echoed through the quiet room.
it was as if he had never left at all. his hips picked up the same brutal, relentless pace, but the new face-to-face angle made you approach your orgasm all the quicker. your eyelids fluttered, starting to shut on their own as the overwhelming friction dragged you over the edge.
before you could even warn him, you were coming. you gushed hard around him, your tight walls clenching down on his dick so violently that he completely stopped, momentarily trapped by the intense, pulsing suction of your climax.
âfuck, youâre a sight,â hyunjin panted, his voice completely breathless as he stared down at you.
and you definitely were. your face was completely wrecked with pleasure, your cheeks glistening with tears, your chest heaving frantically up and down while your thighs trembled so hard around his waist it seemed your body couldn't decide whether it wanted him locked inside or pushed out.
your mind quickly decided on the latter, your hips rolling up to chase his warmth.
hyunjin let out a strained groan, the violent clenching of your walls pushing him right past his own limit. realizing he couldn't hold back any longer, he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling himself out of your tight heat at the absolute last second. he grunted, his upper body tensing as he came heavily all over the outside of your pussy, the thick, white heat of his release coating your puffy cunt.
he collapsed down beside you on the tangled sheets, both of your chests heaving in the quiet room as your heartbeats slowly tried to sync back down to a normal rhythm.
you blinked through the fading haze, the cool air hitting your damp skin. the empty ache inside you returned almost instantly, the lingering phantom sensation of his metal piercing making you twitch restlessly.
âhyunjin,â you whined, reaching out blindly to tug at the hem of his dark graphic tee, your voice small and needy. âmore. please. need moreâ
hyunjin let out a breathy, exhausted chuckle, rolling onto his side to look at you. he ran his fingers through his messy dark hair, a lazy, incredibly fond smirk pulling at his lips. âsweetheart, i just fucked you. you want more, already?â
âuh-huhâ
âinsatiable little thing,â he murmured, leaning over to kiss your forehead before pulling you right back into his chest.
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summary ; jeongin knows you want him. and he wants you too. now he's just waiting for how long you'll stay loyal until you break up with his friend.
word count ; 2.66k+ words
ss count ; 3 pictures
tags ; bf'sfriend!jeongin, friend'sgf!reader, lingering tension, y/n has a shitty boyfriend, make outs, slight hair tugging, suggestive texts, friends to secret lovers, no use of y/n or (name)
mieu's note ; chan was right, drinking does give u motivation lol, for example: this fic! playing you right by doja nd the weeknd while writing is making me feel things wahsdadj
part 1 ; green-eyed monster.
Life went on.
You continued living normally, surviving day by day as you had an incessant thorn on your side (aka your current boyfriend), with Jeongin's also continuing like nothing ever happened to the both of you on that one night.
Like you had never almost kissed.
You acted like nothing happened, of course. It seemed like you were pretty good at that, given your current situation with your boyfriend being still with you, your body numb as you kept tagging along with him when he drank with his friends.
And whenever you did, Jeongin was also there. He used to rarely attend these, but after everything, you seemed to be the only one who noticed that he had started attending them religiously.
His friends didn't suspect a thing, merely overjoyed that he was hanging out more with them, never really looking into why he did.
The why in question being you.
He'd always sit across from you as you always sit next to your lovely (that definition is pushing it) boyfriend, and whenever you tried had initiating any sort of intimate PDA with him, he seemed to busy laughing at another thing someone said to pay you any attention, subconsciously pulling away from you.
Every time it happened, your gaze would lock onto his figure, only to see his staring directly at you, his glass in his hand as his eyes were dark, yet he had a grin on his face.
You thought it was to just gawk at you, taunt you silently, like he was thinking of some joke.
An inside joke that only the two of you could share, yet he would be the only one laughing.
"Ahâ sorry, what were you saying, baby?" a voice suddenly called out to you.
Ahh, right.
Your mind was filled with Jeongin, that you completely forgot you were trying to get your boyfriend's attention.
You observed him as your boyfriend turned to look at you. He was clearly drunk by now, the tinge of pink on his ears and cheeks prominent, paired with his slurred speech.
"Oh, it's nothing, babe," you smile at him, shaking your head. "I think I just wanna go home now."
You're a few bottles in, and you knew better than to go past your limit, but it seems like your boyfriend begged to disagree.
"What? No. . ." he immediately shut you down, "I thought you tagged along because you wanted to have fun. . ."
His voice seemed to get louder; you look around to see that everyone had their attention now to you.
"Jagiya, keep it down." you try to calm him as you look at the others in apology, them trying not to eavesdrop (even when it was so easy to).
". . . Bear with it for a few more hours, okay? It's irritating me how you don't realize you're ruining the fun, jagiya." he finished.
That stung.
Especially with the pet name. Like he had tried to slap on a faulty band-aid after launching a nuclear missile of words at you. It just made it worse.
Too focused on yourself, you didn't notice how hard Jeongin was glaring into his friend. If he didn't know any better, he would have already had him on the ground, forcing him to apologize to your innocent self.
But he had a reputation as an idol to uphold, so he kept silent, trying to keep his anger satiated.
You stood up, calling his name, grabbing his arm to try and tug him up, "You're drunk. Let me take you home, okay?"
"We'll talk about this in the morniâ" you were suddenly cut off by him swatting your grip on his arm.
"Let go!" he slurred, "Aish, you're ruining my night." he mumbled under his breath.
Even if he was reluctant to you, he listened anyway, walking away, grumbling something between the lines of your name and 'always ruining his fun'.
You gather your things, bowing to the others quickly as they assure you it was fine and apologize to you as well for handling the situation well.
All but one.
You didn't know why, but you were subconsciously gauging his reaction while the whole thing had happened, yet you could only observe from the surface that he held the same uninterested stare at your boyfriend the whole time until he was out of sight.
But you tuck that away for later, you had a very cranky boyfriend to deal with right now.
Why. . . for fuck's sake, why am I still staying? is what you ask yourself, but then you remember all the good memories with him, refusing you to have a clear mind on what to do.
You see your boyfriend leaning on a lone light post outside, the cold air biting at your cheeks as you push the glass door to walk out.
His head seemed to ache from the sudden change of temperature, you notice as he looked at you and winced from the sudden whiplash.
"Yah," he mumbled, his head tucked into his chest. Not even your name, or a pathetic pet name.
Just a 'hey'.
Like you weren't anything else but a plain character in his life. Like you weren't his girlfriend.
"Call me a taxi. . ." the boy grumbled. You sighed, begrudgingly pulling out your phone, already clicking on an app to book him a car.
The predicament was odd to you.
Back then, you'd be the one shitfaced, drunk beyond the point of normal motor function, and he'd be the one helping. Well, helping in the sense that he'd force you to go home, no help in calling a taxi, just a demand.
Now? you're the one helping him, only thing different you suppose is the distance.
The coldness you've gotten used to as he seemed less interested in having you romantically, and more focused on having you as a title.
Doing the bare minimum to keep you in check.
Looking at everything in retrospect, you laugh to yourself.
This relationship is so stupid. So very stupid.
Maybe you giggled a little too much, your boyfriend gazing at you peculiarly.
"What's so funny?"
"Huh? Nothing. The car's coming in a minute, it's about to turn the street."
It arrived, the taxi's lights cutting through the early morning darkness.
He couldn't even locate the door handle, for God's sake. Once again, when you stepped in to help, your boyfriend stepped in to mumble something as you opened the door.
"I almost had it," he whispered under his musky breath, the alcohol burning smell evident as you helped him sit down. "I don't need you here to help me always. . . so annoying."
You paused your movement to put his seatbelt on.
That seemed to be your last straw.
Because as soon as you pulled away, before closing the car door, you say his name loud and clear.
"Yah." you call.
"What?" he replies.
"Let's break up."
Seemingly not having enough cognitive function to understand the lengths of your statement, he waved you off, visibly annoyed at your voice making his head churn.
"Whatever, fine. I'll call you tomorrow. . ." he hissed.
You slam the door a little harder, bowing to the driver through the car's tinted window, before it sped off, leaving you alone in the cold of the night.
That was it. You finally ended it.
Maybe because the moment was still fresh, but you didn't know how to process it.
Your fingers itched.
Fuck, I want a smoke.
Turning back to a familiar alley, you walk into its dim lighting, leaning on the wall, the cold concrete pressing through your clothes.
You take in a deep breath, your eyes closed as you try to ground yourself.
This night couldn't get any more crazy, padding yourself down, you try searching for your cigarettes.
"Yah," someone called, the tone making your ears perk, your body tensing at the break of quiet.
"I thought I told you to stop smoking."
You sigh out, closing your eyes in lethargy. You knew that voice.
That low, demanding inflection in tone. And as much as you didn't want it to, it made your heart beat faster.
Blinking your eyes open, you see Jeongin once more, walking up to you.
He still looked his same self, hands in his jacket pockets as he nonchalantly existed.
"I'm not. I'm just. . . gathering myself."
He leaned against the wall next to you, closer than before, your shoulders bumping against one another.
"Yeah, right." he scoffed, unconvinced as he looked away. "But you were thinking about it."
â. . . Did you hear the whole thing?â you suddenly asked, Jeongin only giving you a small smile as he shrugged.
Yep, he definitely heard everything that happened.
The constant buzz of the lamp post filled the quiet of your conversation, the boy doing nothing but keeping you silent company.
"What are you even still doing here?" you ignore his comment, looking at him, observing his flushed ears and cheeks. "Last time you were here, you. . ."
You hesitated, even more so when he looked down at you now, his height making his shadow loom.
"I. . .?" his tone was teasing, a sly smirk appearing on his face as his eyes glazed across your face, assessing how you seemed to be trying (keyword: trying) to keep your composure.
"You crossed a line."
"I almost crossed a line."
"You practically kissing me wasn't crossing the line?"
"That wasnât a kiss. Even if I did," he shrugged, confidently saying, "I didn't hear any complaints from you."
"You liked it." he simply stated.
His grin never left his face as he observed what you would do next after what he had said, gauging you.
You didn't answer. You didn't know how to, you only bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself grounded.
He looked at you with a gaze, one that told you that he knew, he knew you enjoyed it. No matter how much you deny, deep down he knew, no words from you needed.
He stood up straight as he leaned away from the wall, then leaned into your space.
"What even is the line?" he mused, leaning into your personal space, "The 'don't want your friend's girlfriend', line?"
"Does it even exist if it's obvious that you want me just as much as I want you?"
You scoff, "And where did you hear that? Did you hit your head, Innie? Youâre hearing things."
"I don't need to hear it from anyone," now he was inches away from your face. "I can tell."
He tugged his hands out of his pockets, one arm taking refuge to cage you in, as another one slinked it on your waist.
You didn't speak. You didn't need to. Because he was right.
Looking up at you for any sign of rejection, he continued his actions, leaning into the crook of your neck.
You tensed as he leaned it, then you felt it.
A slight touch. A small kiss on the side of your neck, before leaving another one on the underside of your jaw, this one longer than the other.
It was just a kiss, God damn it.
And it wasn't even on the lips, yet somehowâhis small actions felt a million times more intimate, more personal than whatever you and what's his name ever had in those years of being together.
"I could be sooo,â he drawled the last word out, âSo so good to you. You know that.â
âWow, you really like praising yourself. High and mighty Jeongin, always such a goody two-shoes idol.â you smile, trying to retort, as if your voice didn't waver mid-sentence from how nervous you were.
âOh,â he says your name, pulling away to look at you, âYou donât know how cruel I can be, baby.â
The sudden pet name gave you a chill down you spine, one you tried your best to hide visibly. It gave you more of a thrill than whatever your now ex had always called you.
âAll I need is for you to be with me instead,â pushing himself off the hand he was leaning on, he kept himself close as he tucked a stray hair away from your face. âAnd you can find out yourself.â
âWe both know you arenât allowed to date, Jeongin.â
He smirked.
So you were thinking of it, then?
âThereâs no clause about it in my contract, though.â
You deadpan at him, âIâd be putting myself in danger, Jeongin-ah. . .â
âYâknow, for someone so opposed to it, I donât hear a no.â
The silence was palpable. You didnât know how to retort. An insult about how arrogant he could be died in your throat, replaced with a soft sigh.
The only thing you could say was, âIf I told you then that I want you to cross the line right now, what would you do?â
His gaze into you was dark, like he was a predator looking at his next meal. You should be ashamed, because you fiund it exciting.
âHmm, then Iâd do this,â
His hands cradled your face, pulling you into his space now, before he dipped into you.
Your lips intermingled with each other, the movement slow and exhilarating. It was clumsy, teeth knocking into each other as hands wandered.
Yours crumpled the front of his jacket, while his pushed you to the wall, his hand cradling your head.
This should feel wrong, you should feel guilty, shameful. He was your boyfriend's exâs friend, someone he trusted like his own brother.
Not anymore, you suppose.
And yet, shame never felt more pleasurable as you listen to his sudden whimper when you snaked your hand up the nape of his hairt to tug a little.
âWe canât,â you pull away, his lips chasing after you for another deep kiss, before you get the chance to speak, âCanât let anyone know about this.â
âOf course. Itâll just be our little secret. . . right?â his voice is low and raspy, and you couldnât blame him. After a heated make out session, whoâs voice wouldnât be?
"Mmm," his voice vibrated in your ears, your body reacting by making your legs squeeze. "My little secret. . ."
You nod, your eyes hooded from the sudden heated kisses, before you smile once more as he dipped into your neck again, leaving a slew of open mouth kissed, flinching as you felt a sudden bite.
âJeongin!â you yelp, before he pulls away.
âSorry,â his face smug, definitely not sincere on his apology.
Before anything more could happen, you both could hear a sudden flurry of footsteps, before the sound of the glass door of the bar being pushed open reaches your ears.
The voices register in your mind that it was your friends, seemingly done with tonight, about to go home.
One of them suggests they go for a smoke break in the alley. The same one you both were in.
You panic a little in your mind, before gathering a plan.
Tugging at his wrist, you walk him over to your friends, out of the alley.
They quickly recognize you as they turn at the sound of you, calling out your name in drunken joy.
You intermingle with their socialization quickly, Jeongin also acting like nothing had happened.
But as you both went your separate ways, with you calling a taxi with your friends because you lived close togetherâas he drove home through the night, you could only think of what you had done.
What sick and twisted pandora's box had you just opened by letting your feelings get in the way by kissing him tonight, and what would be entailed by it.
You didn't know. But you were sure as hell that it made your stomach flip thinking about it, thinking about what could and would happen.
Because now that Jeongin's had a taste of you?
He's never letting you go.
BONUS ENDING ;
i don't support getting w your friend's ex guys (trust me as a person who experienced that shi firsthand, dude it hurts alot) but if my ex's friend is jeongin, i'm jumping at the chance like a fnaf jump scare no matter how long me nd his friend have been tgt idcâźď¸
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Bang Chan has spent his entire life being the oldest member.
So when heâs with you?
He acts like the youngest despite being historic age.
You mentioned needing groceries one afternoon and he immediately wanted to come with you. You even made a little shopping list because this time you were determined not to overspend.
Everything was going perfectlyâŚ
Until you looked down into your cart.
ââŚWhen did these get here?â
Two pints of ice cream.
A family-sized bag of chips.
Cookies.
Frozen dumplings.
You slowly turned toward him.
âBang ChanâŚâ
âYesss?â
âWhy is there two pints of ice cream in my cart?â
He just smiled.
âWell babe⌠what if we binge-watch a show tonight?â
âAnd what if we want ice cream?â
âAnd what if we want two flavors?â
âAnd what if weâre celebrating something?â
âAnd what if weâre sad?â
Every single thing he put into the cart somehow came with its own little scenario.
By the end of shopping your list had been completely abandoned and somehow you walked out with three bags full of âjust in caseâ food.
đ° lee know
Lee Know is such a wanderer.
You literally cannot take your eyes off him.
At first you thought he wandered off to go find something for his cats.
Reasonable.
Then you found himâŚ
Standing in front of the salt.
Just staring at it.
ââŚWhat are you doing?â
âI donât know.â
Five minutes later he disappeared again.
This time he was standing in the water aisle.
The next time you found him he was somehow in gardening.
After multiple strikes you decided enough was enough.
You grabbed onto the back of his hoodie.
âNo.â
âI wasnât going anywhere.â
âYou were literally in gardening.â
Eventually you just kept him attached to you the whole shopping trip like Bang Chan did on the red carpet when he wouldnât stop running around screaming about Beijing duck.
đŞ changbin
Youâve made a mistake.
The original plan was grocery shoppingâŚ
Then lunch.
That was the first mistake.
Never grocery shop on an empty stomach.
Especially not with Changbin.
All of a sudden every single thing in the store looks delicious.
âBabe look at these chips.â
âHm.â
âOoo this drink looks so good.â
âWe have drinks at home.â
âBut not this one.â
âOh wait these cookies.â
âBinâŚâ
âWhat?â
âYouâve said that about everything weâve walked past.â
By the time you made it to checkout your cart was overflowing with things you absolutely did not need.
You went in for groceries.
You left with half the store.
đ¨ hyunjin
Oh dearyâŚ
The king of aesthetics.
Hyunjin refuses to buy ugly fruit.
Every strawberry has to be perfect.
Every apple has to be spotless.
Every vegetable has to look like it belongs in a magazine.
It sounds sweetâŚ
Until you realize youâve been standing in the produce aisle for thirty-seven minutes.
Four employees have already asked if you needed help.
Meanwhile heâs still judging oranges.
Eventually you looked at him.
âYou know whatâŚâ
âWhat?â
âIâm choosing my own destiny.â
Then you grabbed whatever fruit you wanted and practically ran away before he could stop you.
đż han
Han keeps trying to put you onto snacks.
Every.
Single.
Aisle.
âBabe you HAVE to try this.â
âWe have snacks.â
âBut not this snack.â
Then he somehow starts giving you a whole presentation on why one flavor of Milkis is better than every other flavor.
âNo listen.â
âHan.â
âYou donât understand.â
âHan.â
âThis one changed my life.â
You honestly considered leaving him in the snack aisle.
But he looked way too excited.
So you stood there and let him finish his five-minute speech.
âď¸ felix
Felix notices every cute thing in the store.
New displays.
Seasonal decorations.
Limited edition snacks.
Donât even get started on Halloween.
You walked past one of those little displays that jumps out and screams.
It activated.
You jumped a little.
Felix?
That man absolutely flung himself across the store.
Like genuinely ran.
You were actually surprised someone could run that fast.
Meanwhile you still had groceries to buy so you just kept shopping.
He eventually came back pretending absolutely nothing happened.
đś seungmin
You and Seungmin are actually such bullies.
Not to peopleâŚ
To groceries.
Comparing cereal brands?
âInteresting choice.â
âWouldnât have been mine.â
Neither of you mean any harm.
Youâre just dramatic.
The two of you spend the entire trip pretending to be professional grocery critics judging everyoneâs shopping decisions.
đŚ i.n
Jeongin is such a menace.
Heâs definitely the kid who runs the shopping cart into the back of their parentâs ankles.
ExceptâŚ
Youâre the parent.
Every shopping trip he begs to push the cart.
Every shopping trip you say yes.
Every shopping tripâŚ
Bump.
âOw!â
âIâm sorry!â
Thirty seconds laterâŚ
Bump.
âJeongin.â
âI didnât mean to!â
Eventually you sigh.
âCart privileges have officially been revoked.â