#deobidrabbles

Ironic, really. That you are proposing something as radical. But hey, what's life without a little fun?

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"I'll stay if you want to but honestly?" Your shoulders lift in a shrug, "I'm done playing main actress for the night."

His eyes sparkle, "then let's get out of here."

That's how you find yourself, white heels in hand and wedding train in the other, with your newly-wed husband's palm guiding your back as you make a subtle escape out onto the parking lot and safely manage to pull out without attracting too much attention.

Kevin's grin, despite the situation, is permanently stretched across his face as he asks you where you want to go. You ask him to surprise you, and are beyond delighted when he pulls up to a seafront a few miles away. You note that his free hand is permanently stitched onto your thigh, warm and safe and just there, and warmth bubbles through your chest.

"Waah," you let out a sigh as you slowly disentangle yourself from the car seat, allowing the gentle sea breeze rustle through your locks, caress your face as you walk up to the edge.

Kevin's arms are around you in an instant, leaving hot trails in his wake. You feel his lips pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Mrs. Moon?" He croons into your ear, making you giggle, "yeah?"

"How'd you find the wedding?" He murmurs, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head.

You turn to him, pretty sure that the smile has never left your lips once this evening, "it was chaos."

His laughter washes against your neck, "that's all you gotta say about it? That it was chaos?"

"It was chaos!"

You remember Chanhee and Changmin drunk dancing on the dance floor, Younghoon crying into the bread baskets because Kevin had adamantly told him off about not eating the decorations, Hyunjae and Sunwoo accidentally setting one of the tables on fire.

You don't even want to know how this one had manifested.

"You're right," Kevin agrees with a chuckle and tightens his grip, "it was chaos."

"Wouldn't have it any other way though."

His eyes hold yours for a long moment and though you've seen that similar spark in his eyes, there's something a little more magical about this particular moment that makes your heart swell twice its size.

Out of impulse, your hand lifts to cup his cheek. You marvel at the shades of moonlight gleaming along his skin, lingering along the gentle curve of his mouth before he quickly turns his head to kiss your palm.

"Tired?" His words are muffled against your skin. He turns back to gaze at you with a fondness that makes you wek at the knees.

"A little. My feet hurt."

"No wonder. Thank god you didn't step on me with those heels," you shove him playfully. He responds with another peck on your jaw, smiling against your neck, "wanna sit down?"

You don't though. Your omit these plans in favour of combing through the event that would forever mark a change in your life and walk down the beach with your hand entangled in his.

"Your mom is going to be so mad," you say out loud after a long moment of contemplation. The sea roars beside you as if in agreement and it tousles your hair, swirls through Kevin's. You can smell the salt rolling off its waves and the sensation is enough to make your body relax.

It had been fun. But tough. Weddings are stressful, you realise.

"Yeah," he tilts his head towards you, "but at least we can tell our grandkids how we ran away from our own wedding."

"Bold of you to assume we'll live to see them."

"Well you pessimist," he gasps in mock offense, "don't poop on my party."

Laughing at his pout before pushing his forehead with your forefinger, you turn towards the vast darkness of the ocean and breathe in slowly. Beautiful, you think to yourself. What more can you want really? When the man you love is at your side?

Nothing. Nothing can break you when love is there to hold you up with two hands. And that's what Kevin has been for all these years. A safe harbour, place that keeps you safe no matter how turbulent your life gets.

You sit down onto the sand at some point, cross-legged and nestled in Kevin's lap -- he'd pulled you onto him with a scowl that dared you to protest -- with his chin propped over your shoulder and his hair tickling your cheek every time you move a little closer.

"Six years," you sigh against him. "Wow. It's been long."

" 'twas," he murmurs, "and now you're stuck with me forever."

"Jeesh, sounds promising."

"You could at least try to act like you're a little excited."

Giggling, you steal a kiss from his mouth, "don't worry, I am."

He cups your jaw with a hand of his own, turning your face back to kiss you a little deeper, mouth slotting against yours and causing a soft sigh to escape your lips. His are plush and soft, perfect as they curve around your upper lip to suckle gently. Your own hand goes up to his head to pull him against you a little closer and he groans into your mouth, one kiss leading to the next like a rain of warmth that causes your chest to warm with each staggering breath lost.

"Mrs.Moon," he mumbles against your lips, breaths washing over your face and thumb stroking your cheekbone in adoration, "we should probably take this to the bedroom. Should we not?"

You hum and kiss him again, loving the way his own body seems to curl in pleasute with every trickle of your fingers through his hair, "I mean, I have no problem starting right here."

Kevin's eyes darken with a film of lust that makes your breath hitch. He tightens his grip on you, fingers digging into your waist with a firmness that has you gasp, "oh really?" He dips to your neck and you yelp softly upon feeling the warmth of his tongue on your neck, "I mean, I was just trying to be a gentleman. But if you insist..."

And with a sudden burst of movement he flips you onto his lap. His hands grip the back of your thighs and he pulls you to him so that there is no distance between your bodies.

Hands quickly settling over his chest, you look up into his deep simmering orbs as a troop of butterflies explode through your abdomen, your own pupils dilated with pleasant surprise.

"Come on then, Mrs.Moon," Kevin's smile spreads like a chesire cats and tilting his head to the side, eyes crinkling up in that adorable way of his, his hand trickles through your locks, pull you close and kisses your next breath away.

Hyunjae

kinda surprised when he sees it

never makes jokes with it because he knows it may hurt you.

but gets excited because you look way too cute

take pictures of you so he can use it as his lockscreen later

hugs you tightly "my baby is so adorable"

Juyeon

doesn't realize you're holding your plushies until he tries to hold your hand

gets confused for a second before realizing it's a plushie

shower your face with butterfly kisses

like younghoon, will ask why do you like holding it

tell you that you can hold him close whenever you need to feel safe and that he's there for you

Kevin

thinks "what is this?" to himself but never really brings it up until you tell him the reason you're doing it every night.

tries to make you laugh when he realizes you're actually embarrassed

"damn, can I have one tho?"

boops your nose "oof don't be embarrassed, there's nothing to be ashamed of, no one will judge you for that, we all have something that make us feel safe at night"

probably sings for you and hugs you tightly everytime you're spending the night away and forget to bring it with you

Chanhee / New

won't react much cause he thinks it's probably something you've done your entire life

if you're going to share the reason you're doing it with him or not is up to you, he won't even question it

if you do: the way he wants to protect you after telling that makes him realize how into you he actually is

sometimes will ask if you like it more or him just to annoy you

probably ended up hugging it while sleeping one night when you were out because he missed you

Changmin / Q

could feel his heart melting at the sight when he saw it for the first time 2/2

worried a lot when you told him because he thinks he's not helping to soothe these feeling and making you feel safe, but keeps it to himself

asks if there's any way he can make you feel safe too

but thinks you're the most cute human being when you do that, his dimples showing as his smile grows

actually, watching you sleep holding your plushie tightly helps to ease his mind when he's feeling down

whispers he's there to protect both of you when holds you close at night

Haknyeon

doesn't think much about it

thinks you look really innocent when you do this and let it slip once or twice

tbh I don't see him being curious about it or anything, he's happy if you're happy so if you do something to feel better and safe then it's okay

but obviously care for you and sometimes make sure you're still holding it while sleeping

Sunwoo

if you feel embarrassed while telling him that he'll just ask "so what?" in the most blank expression, but if you keep shying away he'll just be dramatic in that sunwoo™ way, telling you he's gonna buy every single plushie he sees and fight whoever try to make fun of you

whines and complain a lot when he wants to cuddle in the middle of the night but you're hugging plushies instead of him

can't hold back his smile every time he sees you doing that tho

Eric

heart eyes

can feel his heart fluttering everytime you fall asleep holding it

he's always curious about you so he'll ask the reason why, if you tell him he's going to make sure you're not feeling embarrassed, if you don't he's cool with it, telling you that you don't need to share the things you don't want to and that he'll be there whenever you change your mind

like hyunjae, have a pic of you holding it as his lockscreen

“Oh my god,” your lips go round as your eyes widen as big as saucers, gaze permanently fixed on the screen giving way to eight hot men dominating the stage with their fiery charisma and strong choreography, “Oh my-- holy shit I think I fell pregnant.” 

Kevin’s voice permeates through the hot summer air, “What you watching?” 

“Stray Kids,” you say absentmindedly as your eyes follow one particular member’s every moves. While you had fallen out of touch with the kpop world -- and you blame this on the concept of having a job and actually now going through adult life like anyone should be -- that doesn’t mean that you don’t get your phases, especially with one of your favourite groups you’ve been following since their debut.

“Stray Kids?”

“Yeah, jesus christ Kev-- Chan’s arms are to die for.” 

Admittedly, you wouldn’t have been so vocal about admiring other men if it’s not for your silent experiment of whether Kevin Moon will finally bite at the bait jiggling before his face. He’d be an idiot not to. 

But considering he is never even aware when other men look at you, you doubt that this time is going to be different. So you continue on:

“He’s not even my type of guy you know? I usually go for the tall skinny ones but somehow--he’s just so charismatic onstage. And did I tell you he’s Australian? I mean I’m not fond of Aussie accents but I don’t know I find it really sexy on him--”

“Woah Y/N, look at you. Talking as if you don’t have a boyfriend,” sarcasm drips from Kevin’s alto, causing your head to slowly turn with surprise, an eyebrow arching slowly at the way he seems hunched and rigid over his blank piece of paper, pen held so tightly in his grip it might snap in two.

“Kevin,” you draw out slowly as you try to hide your grin, “is that...jealousy I hear?” 

He scoffs, “I don’t get jealous."

"Sure could've proved me wrong."

Reverting your attention back to the screen just in time to catch a glimpse of Bang Chan's smile, you sighed in bliss, "his abs, though."

There is silence from Kevin's part, causing your lips to tilt into a small smirk of victory as you click on the next video that follows. You know him all too well that you assume he will probably sulk for the next hour that follows, and you're content with that, considering that you're not at fault.

You're too engrossed in your video that you barely realize that a shadow hangs behind your shoulder, before an arm shoots out to close your laptop.

You whip around with a scowl, "hey! What--"

But no sooner are you protesting that you feel Kevin's arms haul you up, turning so quickly you can barely register anything but the soft mattress welcoming your figure as you are plopped onto it, Kevin's frame hovering over yours. His face is all but amused.

Laughter bubbles up your throat, "what the --"

It cuts off into a gasp upon feeling his arms hooking around the back of your thighs to pull you closer, lips mere inches above yours and dark orbs gazing down at you with a thunderous depth. It halts any further comment you are about to make, takes your breath away.

Something warm coils within your stomach.

You are a little breathless when you say, "y-yes?"

"You want me to be jealous?" His lips curl slightly, eyes narrowing down at you while fingers ghost over your thighs, his touch igniting a series of sparks in his wake, "I'll show you jealous."

And then he's kissing you. Hard mouth on yours, intense. Demanding.

That's not the Kevin you know but somehow desire pools through you. He's never been this...aggressive.

He is holding your frame against his, fingers so firm and pressing on the back of your thighs before slowly slipping up to cup your ass. You gasp in response, hands automatically lifting to grab his shoulders only for his to grab them instead and pin them down by your face. His head tilts, lips moving to your rhythm and dominating your tongue the moment you gasp into his mouth.

The softest grunts rumbles up his throat when your hips buck up on instinct. He murmurs against your mouth, "not so chatty now, are we?"

"I--"

And then his mouth is latching onto your jaw, peppering a trail of warm kisses that makes your heart beat twice as hard, your body writhing with the delicious sensation of wanting him. He devours your neck, growling with satisfaction when he urges your fingers down onto the mattress to stop any attempts of escape. That's hot.

You're practically seeing stars at this point, the sounds of his soft suckling evocating a sensation of heat deep within your belly that your legs wrap around his waist on their own accord to pull him closer. And the moment his firm length presses onto your heat, he lets out a moan that has you trembling.

"If I knew how you'd react--" you stop to moan softly as he grinds his hips into yours. Lord, "I would've done it more often."

"What, that's your kink?" His breath ghosts over your skin at your collarbone now. You struggle against him wanting nothing more than to run your hands through his glossy raven locks and to scratch your nails down his back. But his fingers squeeze firmly nibbling at the skin of your shoulder, "you like seeing me jealous?"

"Hm, I won't say the contrary," you breathe out.

Ensuring that one of his hands cage your wrists together, his other slips down to trace your neck, the dip of your breasts, ghosting over your side before trickling down the inner side of your thigh. You take a shaky inhale. Waiting.

He's looking at you now, gauging every reaction that you gift him with like you're a fascination he can't quite make out and the intensity makes you squirm.

Slowly, oh so slowly that it makes your toes curl, Kevin starts a slow, sensual path of kisses down the middle of your chest and air gets stuck in your throat the more you watch him, practically holding back a whimper with every searing touch he imprints upon your skin.

He kisses down your navel, nipping and biting as he does while his heated breaths send waves of heat up your spine. At some point he releases your hands to grasp your waist and they instantly tangle in his hair, emitting a grunt from the said man.

He continues his sensual search using his mouth, hot breath fanning against your skin down the sides of your thighs, landing on final peck to your knee, before rearing back up to hover above your pelvis and finally tilting his face up to yours.

And that makes your breath catch in your throat. For in Kevin's eyes you read the dark desire, the craving he holds for you, the longing.

Your heart jolts to a stop. You swear you stop breathing as your gazes lock.

A beat passes. You swallow hard. Suddenly vulnerable under his hooded stare.

Then, before your brain can scramble for coherence, the raven-haired man leans over. He presses a kiss.

Right on your sex.

A sound between a mewl and a whimper escapes your lips.

You gape at him. He smirks back, thoroughly satisfied.

Slowly, he hoists up until his lips hover yours once more and at this point, you're pretty sure you're dead. What with the speed of your heart rate practically vaulting out of your chest.

"Well," he murmurs while one of his hands keep tracing up and down your side, "I guess I can leave you to ogle at your kpop boys--"

His words are interrupted by you shooting out to grab his t-shirt, pulling him down to kiss him. And oh, does he kiss back like a starved man, grunting and growling as your fingers tangle up in his locks to pull him even closer as your teeth sink upon his bottom lip. He gasps.

You pull away slowly then --merely coming up for air -- and gaze into his dark, bottomless orbs, "the only one I'm gonna ogle tonight is you."

His breath halts for a minute. He stares at you, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

And then, a crooked grin spreads across his face.

Everything has been so hard. 

Your work. Your social life. Your eating habits. Your entire life. 

You’ve carved yourself into a hole that keeps on crumbling upon you, piles and piles of responsibility that keep getting thrust in your face the more you try struggling. Work has turned into a boring, monotonous routine of getting to the office, spending eight hours straight staring at your screen, then going back home and collapsing onto your bed with no energy left. You haven’t seen your friends since forever and your phone which usually blew up with messages is now silent and empty, void of any human interaction that you crave for. 

It’s harder these days because of the pandemic and you know that this will pass eventually. You just can’t seem to figure out how.

Which is why you find yourself drowning in a bottle of wine by the time Friday evening rolls around. Sitting outside upon your porch and letting its bittersweet aftertaste drip down your throat like medicine, you’re not quite sure what you’re aiming for really -- whether it be to throw up or pass out -- until there’s a soft knock at your door.

Groggily opening up with a confused frown, you see none other than Sangyeon’s face and immediately reel back with shock. 

“What are you doing here?!” you screech out. If you had known, you would’ve tried making an effort with your appearance! Unconsciously, your hand finds its way to your hair in an attempt to detangle its knots.

“You look terrible,” is his response. He doesn’t wait before blundering past you into the kitchen and settling down what looks like a bunch of takeaway containers, “Why have you been avoiding my calls?” 

You flinch out of impulse. He’s right; you have been avoiding your maybe-boyfriend most of all, merely due to the fact that you can’t help feeling like a failure and wondering how lowly he must think of you. 

Sangyeon is the epitome of a hard worker, starting out as a mere waiter in a quaint noodle shop and toiling hard for two years before he got promoted as a sous-chef. Then, his manager has seen so much potential in him that Sangyeon got appointed as the head chef a year later. 

You know all this because you’ve seen him go through it and grow through every single obstacle sent his way, circulating in the same friend group and sharing the same passion for food. However, it hasn’t been long since this friendship has slowly budded into something you’d like to believe is a start of a romance.

Not that either of you made it clear. It’s something, but what? You’re not quite sure yourself. 

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N!” 

“Huh?” you snap back to reality, blushing upon realizing the lack of distance between your faces, “oh--sorry. What did you say?” 

“I asked you why you’ve been avoiding my calls,” there’s a tone of exasperation in his voice. But a little more than that. You’d like to believe that it’s concern, “are you okay, Y/N? You really look like--” 

“I’m fine,” you cut him off, turning away before he can spot the slight tremble in your lip, the slow tears building at the corner of your eyes. 

A warm hand grasps your forearm, “tell me.” 

It’s an order. One that you can’t help to oblige. You swivel around slowly, embarrassed that he -- your biggest crush -- gets to see you like this, in such a horrible, vulnerable state. 

You hate it. Yet, once the tears start silently carving silvery paths down your cheeks, there’s no stopping them. 

Sangyeon pulls you into his chest with a soft sigh, allowing his arms to encircle your waist while one of his hands comb through your hair. You cry silently in his shoulder, fully aware of the growing wetness seeping through his shirt, but his grip doesn’t lessen when you try tugging back. 

Instead, he holds you a little tighter, murmuring into your ear, “come on, let it out.” 

You’ve never been a fan of loud crying. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so used to keeping in your sobs, stuffing your blanket into your mouth in order to restrain the tears, the pain, the suffering. But Sangyeon stays even so, hand continuously smoothing along your head and down your back in a way that renders you soft and mellow against him.

When you have no tears left to cry, he does the job of pulling away slightly so that his face hovers just millimetres from your own. You hope you don’t look like shit.

“I brought you some pasta,” he murmurs, “cooked by yours truly.” 

And you swear it’s the best fucking pasta you’ve ever eaten in your life. You’re not entirely sure how you manage to finish a whole plate -- considering you’d barely had any appetite these days -- but you have to admit that you feel much, much better after finally leaning back into your cheek with a full stomach.

Sangyeon eyes you from his side of the table, chuckling at the look of satisfaction on your face. 

“What?” you’re about to scowl, but then remember that you shouldn’t put your walls up so high. It’s only Sangyeon. Only Sangyeon.

"Should’ve started by giving you the pasta,” his eyes, warm and tender and just so fucking beautiful, sparkle in the dim light of the kitchen, “maybe then you wouldn’t have cried over my shirt.” 

“Oh shut up,” you snap back half-heartedly. He knows there’s no bite to your tone. 

His leg nudges yours underneath the table and, prompted to gaze up at him, he asks, “what’s going on, Y/N?” 

You bite your lower lip. Eyes fixing onto the table top before you, you decide to spill everything. Everything.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sangyeon’s voice is rough wth concern, annoyance that permeates through. But you’re adamant on not making eye contact, so adamant that you hear his chair scrape back, then the soft pad of his feet over to your side of the table.

Warm fingers cup your chin, leaving you with no choice but to face him as your eyes quickly slip downwards.

"I didn't want to trouble you," is what spills from your lips in a soft murmur, "I'm not used to people worrying about me and I guess...I just got used to it. Dealing with that shit on my own."

You don't have to look at him to know that his gaze is soft and warm. It makes you want to curl up in his lap and burrow your face into hid chest, away from the world.

As if reading your mind, Sangyeon tugs you closer so that he can hug you properly, "I got you," his murmur brushes against your ear, "I got your back Y/N. And you can tell me anything. I don't care if you think it's none of my business. I want to know."

He holds you in silence for a while, the only sound echoing through your ears being his heartbeat. A soft thumping against his chest, vibrating with every breath taken.

It's almost like a miracle, the way your body softens underneath his touch like it has been waiting for him all along. With Sangyeon there, it feels easier to breathe, not to think so much.

"Thank you," you whisper, clearing your throat. You repeat yourself once more for good measure, to which he chuckles and presses the lightest of kisses atop your head.

"Next time, you'll tell me. Right?" He cocks his head to look at you.

You pull back slightly to gaze up at him in the dim back light of the dining room. It's crappy lighting and yet, it curves along his features so nicely.

"Fine," you mumble after realizing you hadn't answered him yet, "I'll try."