#notproofread

Mikey

Mikey is calling. You pick up the phone. “Hello?” “Hi, (Y/N)! I am here.” You sit up on your bed. “What do you mean you’re here?” “I am here as in I am in front of your house ready to take you on a date!” “A date?? Right now??” “Yes! Get dressed!” He hangs up and you look at your phone. Quickly you get up and walk to the closet. You decide on something more casual to wear.  Grabbing your bag you run outside seeing Mikey waiting for you on his bike. “Wow, (Y/N), you look stunning.” He gives you a cheeky grin as you get on his bike. “Mikey, where are we going?” He looks at you. “Getting some dorayaki.” He starts his bike and drives to Shibuya.  After a while of looking around he drags you to a shop and gets two dorayaki. Walking outside he takes you to sit down on a bench under a sakura tree. Mikey hands you the dorayaki. “Thank you!” “Anything for you. I love you.” He grins and gives you a peck on the cheek.

Hanma

It’s 2 am in the morning and the sound of some light tapping on your window wakes you. Looking to the window you see your boyfriend Hanma grinning devilishly. Walking up to the window you open it. “Han-” “Hey doll, what’s up?” He climbs inside your room and looks around. “First time being in your room, pretty cozy looking.” He turns to look at you. You have your arms crossed waiting for an explanation. Hanma chuckles as he embraces you in a hug. “Sorry, I forgot that.” He places a kiss on your forehead as he lays down on your bed making himself at home. “Shu, what the fuck are you doing here? It’s 2 am.”, you start. “Thanks, but I have a watch, so I know the time.” You roll your eyes. “No, like. What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” Hanma looks at you and extends his arms waiting for you to come up to him. “Spending time with my babygirl, what else?” He grins as you come up to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him turning on the TV.  “What do you want to watch, babygirl?”

Chifuyu

Chifuyu looks around his room. He just cleaned up because in a few minutes you will show up to spend some time at his place. He sighs satisfied as he hears the doorbell. Chifuyu jogs over opening the door. “(Y/N)!” He smiles at you hugging you tightly. “I was so excited for you to come over!” You grin at him. “Me too, Fufu!” He blushes at the nickname you have for him and leads you to his room.  You sit down on the edge of his bed as he strolls over. “I ordered us some food, it’ll arrive in a few.” He grins as he sits down next to you wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He looks at you with a dreamy look on his face as he pulls you in for a kiss. You smile kissing him back.  After a few seconds you pull away from the kiss and look at him. His expression softens and he plants another kiss on the top of your nose.  After the food arrived you sit down on Chifuyus bed. He does the same while munching on some snack. He starts the game “It takes Two”.  Just as you play the game Chifuyu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you while putting his head on yours. “Love you.”

"I will still always love you."

'I didn't say anything," you said, leaning against the brick wall. Your eyes were focused on the orange and red leaves that crunched under your shoes.

"I think I know how you feel. I know how I would feel."

You ignored the stinging in your eyes. How could he know when even you didn't know how you felt? There was a strange something bubbling in your chest. Why did you feel this way? Why did it feel as though your breath was knocked out of you when you saw the invitation with curly silver writing beautifully written on the white envelope. You were happy for him. He deserved the best the world had to offer and you always knew that this was bound to happen. After all, he was never yours to begin with.

"I'm happy for you." You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice and gave him a small smile. Suga walked over to lean against the wall beside you. His lips were pursed and you knew he saw right through you. After all, he was probably the only person who knew you inside out.

"You know, I imagined it before. Whenever you dated someone new, I thought about how it would feel if you got married." He exhaled.

"And it bothered me more than I thought it would. More than it should have. I think I would still mind, even now, in some awful, possessive way." He sighed and looked up at the night sky. "We've never been with each other in that way and it's not like we made any promises."

We both heard the 'but'.

"We knew this would happen," you finally said. "We chose different paths a long time ago."

There was silence. You thought about all the years Suga stood by your side. Always looking out for you, always supporting you. He was your first kiss, the shoulder you cried on many times, and the first face you looked for when you achieved something. He was your best friend and at one point in your life, he was home.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

Pairing(s): Alpha!Joshua X Omega!Seungkwan

Contents: Oral (Seungkwan Receiving), fingering, breeding kink (I can’t write ABO without my breeding kink XD), Josh is a whipped man y'all

Warnings: ABO AU, Breeding kink, Pure romantic smut

MASTERLIST

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seungkwan knew what he was doing was against the rules on any normal day, but he wasn't having a normal day. He woke up to a deep burn inside of him, alerting him that his heat was here and his body needed to be fucked or he would be in a world of hurt. So that's what lead to what he was doing now. Four in the morning and he was shamelessly grinding against his alpha, Joshua's, leg.

Joshua wasn't stupid. He knew what was happening the moment Seungkwan locked Joshua's leg between his own legs, but he knew that, at the moment, his baby boy just couldn't help himself. On normal days, this would have called for a punishment, but just by hearing Seungkwan's needy whimpers as he tried desperately to rid his body of the painful need was enough to reduce Joshua into a love sick dog.

"My poor Prince." He cooed, heart melting as Seungkwan jumped away from him instantly, "It's okay, Prince, I’m not mad at you, you can't help it."

Joshua kept his gentle smile as he moved to hover over his mate, his nose eagerly inhaling the scent of the slick that was pouring from Seungkwan's hole, and he chuckles lowly as Seungkwan instantly wrapped his legs around his waist. Seungkwan let his needy whines grow louder as Joshua leaned down to press soft kisses down his neck, tongue flicking over his mating mark.

"Please Alpha...make the pain go away..."

Seungkwan whined, hips rolling up into nothing in search of friction

Joshua chuckled, "Be patient, baby, good omegas are patient, aren't they?" He asked, reaching down to tug Seungkwans boxers down his legs, not having to worry about a shirt because Seungkwan took it off before he started his grinding.

He couldn't lie to himself, the sight of his love naked on his back, cock red and angry, bucking up into nothing certainly got his instincts acting up. He could feel his rut screaming at him to bury himself into Seungkwan's leaking hole but he wanted to take his time with his baby, show him how much he loved his omega. Seungkwan's heats last for two weeks, there would be plenty of opportunities to fuck him into the mattress but for now, he would make love to his baby.

Seungkwan let out a loud moan once Joshua wrapped his hand around his cock, instantly starting to fuck up into his fist. He needed more but he knew that he was in good hands with his alpha, he always was. "That's it, baby, let those pretty noises out for me." Joshua whispered, kissing down to Seungkwan's nipples, latching his lips around his left nub.

Seungkwan listened to his words, instantly letting everything go as he arched up into Joshua's hand, unexpectedly cumming into Joshua's hand. Joshua chuckled softly, "Aww, my needy baby, you came so quick." He cooed, kissing down his stomach, "You think you can give me a couple more?” He asked him, smiling as a teary eyed Seungkwan nodded his head. Joshua kissed all the way down Seungkwan’s stomach, stopping just above his cock.

“Please…Don’t tease me…” Seungkwan whined, hips squirming around to gain any kind of touch to his cock. Joshua chuckles and wraps his lips around Seungkwan’s cock, not bothering to scold him for immediately thrusting further into his mouth. Seungkwan was sobbing, hips bucking up further into Joshua’s mouth to relieve himself of the overwhelming need to release. Joshua wasn’t new to receiving blowjobs when he met Seungkwan, however, he was new to giving them. Joshua swore to Seungkwan, up and down, that he had never given someone a blowjob before, but Seungkwan never believed him. He decided that Joshua was too skilled with his mouth to be a natural and with the way a simple blowjob had his body writhing in pleasure certainly added to his theories.

As Seungkwan was distracted by the feeling of Joshua’s mouth, Joshua brought his hand up, rubbing the pad of his finger against Seungkwan’s slicked hole. He could feel his own cock twitching in his sweatpants as he pushed two of his fingers into Seungkwan’s hole, groaning in his throat as his needy hole clenched over the welcomed intrusion. Joshua didn’t have the thickest hands but his fingers were certainly long, just enough so that they could subtly brush against Seungkwan’s prostate every thrust and that was enough to edge Seungkwan on enough until he was bucking up, spilling into Joshua’s mouth with a cry.

Joshua pulled off his cock, swallowing what he could of Seungkwan’s release before he went right back to Seungkwans twitching cock, moaning at the yelp Seungkwan gave as his overstimulated cock was encased in warmth once again. Josh was sure the neighbors would be pissed at them with how loud Seungkwan was being, but did he care? Not at all. His baby had the prettiest noises and one of his main rules to Seungkwan was to be as loud as he possibly can. Joshua wrapped his arms around Seungkwan’s thighs, sucking a bit faster. He knew that Seungkwans orgasms wouldn’t be spread out with how needy he was. Joshua would be surprised if he lasted longer than 7 minutes each one. He wasn’t complaining, though. He adored the first night of Seungkwans heat, he was always the neediest and so fucked out on the first night even without being touched. They were nights where Joshua could completely wreck him, orgasm after orgasm, tease after tease, he could do it all and it would just be enough to satisfy his need for the night. He paused momentarily as he watched Seungkwan dig his nails into the bed, waiting to see if he would safeword. When he didn’t, Joshua was reassured to continue his attention to Seungkwan’s cock. Seungkwan felt his need diminish for a little while, his breath calming down until he felt it return a little while after he calmed down, burning more than it had the entire night. Seungkwan needed to be filled.

“Alpha…I..I need more…I need your knot..please…” Seungkwan pleaded, needing his alpha inside him. Joshua hummed softly, pulling off of Seungkwans cock. He sat up on his knees, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to pull his cock out, not bothering to take them off the entire way. He leaned back over Seungkwans sweaty body, pressing a deep kiss to his lips, wrapping his hand around his own cock. He aligned himself with Seungkwans hole, their kiss muffling Seungkwans loud moan as he slowly pushed into him, groaning as he was engulfed with warmth. Without  moment’s hesitation, Joshua set a deep and quick pace, knowing he could get at least two orgasms from Seungkwan just from fucking into him and he wanted to drag it out as long as he could.

“Fuck, baby…you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He moaned out, leaning down to add more marks to the collection on Seungkwan’s neck, hips snapping a bit faster as he tugged on Joshua’s hair. His body felt like it was on steroids with how it still kept needing. He’s had a total of two orgasms so far, and he knew his body could most likely produce a few more before he started to feel the exhaustion.

“You’re so big…I need to be filled, Alpha please…breed me..” Seungkwan moaned into Joshua’s ear, biting softly at his earlobe. As Joshua heard those words, it was like a switch was flipped inside of him. His thrusts became animalistic and he growled lowly at the thought of Seungkwan being filled with his pups. “Yeah? You want me to breed you? Fill your tiny body with my pups?” He growled as he sat up, hands gripping Seungkwans hips hard enough to bruise them. Seungkwan let his mouth hang open in a silent scream, nodding his head quickly since he was unable to form words due to the overwhelming pleasure his body was in. His hands were resting against Joshua’s chest, his nails scratching occasionally, providing more motivation for Joshua to thrust harder. With another cry, Seungkwan’s cock spilled onto his chest, tears flowing down his cheeks. Joshua chuckled at the sight. He looked like a god, skin coated in a sheen of sweat, eyes spilling tears as he whined for more, not yet rid of the need. “Come on, baby. You can give me one more, can’t you? Give me one more and I’ll breed you, I promise.” Joshua cooed to him, one of his hands wiping away Seungkwan’s tears, leaning down to press a deep kiss to his lips, shivering slightly as Seungkwan’s nails scratched into his back. Seungkwan let his head bury into Joshua’s neck, small whimpers escaping his lips as he felt his stomach quickly tighten into the oh so familiar coil. Seungkwan felt like his senses were on overdrive with the way they picked up on things. The sound of both of their moans, the smell of sweat and sex that lingered in the air, the feeling of Joshua’s back flexing underneath his hands every time he thrusted back into Seungkwan, the sensitive marks that Joshua sucked into Seungkwan’s neck. He sensed it all. His brain was laxed, constantly repeating to him that he’s with his alpha, his alpha is touching him, loving him and his body reacted in ways it never has. Seungkwan was a virgin when he met Joshua, so he never experienced what it was like to be filled by something other than his fingers. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t fooled around; he’s been touched before and his body never gave the reactions it does with Josh. It was like every time Joshua and him had sex, it was like the first time again. His body never grew used to the sex because Joshua never did the same things in a row. He always changed his pace or tone, or he changed the things he did to Seungkwan’s body, wanting to give him every experience and more. It was something new to Seungkwan, and he was obsessed with the feelings it gave him.

Josh could feel himself growing closer, the need to knot his mate growing as well. He controlled himself, holding off his release as he wrapped his hand around Seungkwan’s cock, eyes focusing on the way he arched into his hand, chest heaving with every breath he took. As Joshua whispered words of encouragement and praise into Seungkwan’s ear, the crying man finally gave his last orgasm, clenching around Joshua’s cock as his cock spilled the last of his cum onto both their chests. Joshua leaned into Seungkwan’s neck, biting at their mating mark as he pushed his swollen knot into his hole, cum releasing deep into Seungkwan with a deep growl.

This is O14 little fic if you can even call it. I am terrible with writing any type of fic. Also this was done out of sheer boredom and I REPEAT SHEER BOREDOM! Also not beta tested because I know I ain’t no good anyway. To whatever this whole situation is.

The father kicked him from the tower out of envious jealousy. The one who stole the attention of his son. When the opportunity arose he did not hesitate to attack the opposed. As much as the unwanted bastard was defended. He the father in the end won and had the him banished but too late. His son's heart had already been taken by the fiend. Years after the son ran to look for the exiled one that still held his heart, but never returned. The father waited and waited but feared the worse. His son was gone and it was all the exiled one's fault. He would see his son nevermore. He died unknowing of his son's fate. But the son had returned with a little help but he returned to find his father and some friends long dead and gone. His world had changed without him. His love promised to one day come home to him, but the time was not right, his love had said. He would wait, he has waited this long even if he had to die once and then be saved before coming home. He would wait an eternity if that's what it took to hold hid love in his arms once more. Qouth his beloved phoenix, "Yours in time."

Not proofread, TODAY WE DIE LIKE MEN. (This is high key my new catchphrase)

Also, thanks tumblr for not showing the gifs I want so idk who the original poster was

District 9 AU ~ Same AU as my Seungmin one, you don’t need to read it to understand this, but it gives out more information about District 9

Genre: Angst

ALSO THIS HAS TRIGGERING TOPICS SO BE WARNED WHEN READING

I wanted to keep it gender neutral, but I’m not that great of a writer to write it in a POV to keep it gender neutral so... yea. I left it at Noona/Hyung, to cater to both audiences? 

~

In this world, after the fall after the world fell apart, all natural life have suffered and waned. Mere grass was a rarity and the people were all herded and separated into different districts. Some districts are insufferable and practically unliveable. People would rather die than live there, there were also districts where the people would just get killed off. 

The sorting always happens from people gathered from outside the walls or just plucking people from preexisting overcrowding districts. You were fortunate enough to manage to change lines during the sorting. The sorting was chaos as more and more people are herded into the small crowded checkpoint. 

"Noona/Hyung?" a small voice squeaked, the boy held onto the fabric of your white hoodie tightly. Even though he towered over you, Yang Jeongin was your precious baby brother.

You both were originally sorted into the line for District 9. You heard horror stories about District 9. That particular district was hell on earth. Many of those got sent there, none returned to tell the tale. Rumors had it that it was one of the purging districts where the people will just get killed off with no prior notice, but no one can say for sure. Only god knew.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when both you and Jeongin were sorted out into the District 9 line. You could not let your precious baby brother live through that hell. You promised him a better life after your parents died during the fall. 

The checkpoint was jam packed with people who still had a hold of their agency. When a large mass of people who still had the ability to feel for themselves knew they were herded towards certain death, certain chaos would arise. Amidst all the screaming, the protests, the pushing and pulling, all the violence and chaos, you managed to slip yourself and Jeongin into a different line to a more favorable district. Any district would be better than District 9. 

“Keep holding onto me, Innie,” you ordered. The boy nodded following your command as he pressed his body closer to yours, his hands gripping your hoodie tightly.

You both find yourselves near the front of the line as a man stood before you. His face was fully covered by a mask and transparent goggles so only his eyes were shown. On the top of his head, he was wearing a white helmet that matched the rest of his clothing. You gulped when you made notice of the stun baton he had in his hand with his arms crossed. 

“Name?” he asked. His gruff voice was muffled and muted by his mask.

Putting your hand on the small of Jeongin’s back you pushed him forward gently. Jeongin audibly gulped as he side stepped your hand to cower his body further behind you.

“Yang Jeongin,” you stated for your brother grabbing his sleeve to pull him forward. You could see the man’s eyes looking at Jeongin’s cowering body as if he’s scrutinizing every nitty bitty details. 

“Please,” his eyes landed back on you. “Let my baby brother in.”

The man didn’t respond. He merely nodded to the two similarly dressed men behind him. The two men pushed forward and grabbed Jeongin by both his arms. Jeongin wailed in fear and panic as he try to wretch his arms free from the harsh grip.

“Noona/Hyung!” Jeongin wailed, crying out to you.

“It’s ok, Innie,” you murmured trying to consolidate your baby brother. “Noona/Hyung will be right behind you, ok?”

Jeongin sniffled and nodded as he was pulled forward and thrown past the fence gate, the gate closing behind him.

“Noona/Hyung!” Jeongin called out, turning back and reaching for the chain link fence gate that separated the two of you. 

“Move!” one of the men bellowed out, bringing the stun baton to the fence. It created a loud CRACK due to the electric shock. Jeongin yelped and jumped backward. 

“Keep going, Innie,” you tried to calm him down. “It’s ok, I’m going to be right behind you.”

“Keep moving,” another man on Jeongin’s side commanded as he shoved Jeongin forward. 

Jeongin hesitantly nodded as walked down the path created by stacks of large metal storage crates on either side. He occasionally looked back at you, but the man kept shoving him forward. His heart beat rapidly as his chest constricted painfully from fear and a lump formed in his throat. 

Jeongin finds himself before a large and wooden gate, a dark oak of sorts that contrasted the various shades of gray surrounding it. The door looked extremely heavy, but the man pulled it open with little effort with one arm and the other gripping Jeongin’s upper arm harshly probably bruising the soft flesh. The man threw Jeongin past the gate as Jeongin fell on the dirt floor with the gate closing behind him. Jeongin fell ungracefully on the floor, his hood fell off during the fall as his white hoodie became brown and dusty from the dirt. 

Jeongin looked up remaining on the ground. He finds himself at a second checkpoint of sorts. He noticed several people pushing up against each other as the overseers and guards come and attempt further separation to only allow in the most useful. The useless gets discarded. It so cramped and chaotic with all the pushing and pulling that someone actually tripped over Jeongin’s sprawled body. Jeongin quickly stood up and repeatedly bowed, apologizing profusely. 

“Stupid kid,” the fallen man growled out.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongin squeaked as the man trudged away with a disapproving and disgusted grunt.  

Jeongin quickly backed off to an empty spot along the wall. Jeongin hid his face within his hood as he looked down fiddling with his sweater paws. Jeongin had a tight grip on his bottom lip in between his teeth as he tried to hold back his tears. His heart dropped down to his stomach as panic wracked his body. He was alone in a strange place full of scary people and violence. He wanted, no he needed you as he whimpered. Being in your arms was like medicine, your warmth chased all his maladies away and it felt like the world was disappearing around him as he felt safe and secure in your warm embrace.

His thoughts of you were interrupted by a hand firmly latching on his forearm. Reflexively, Jeongin burst into screams as the dam he put up to hold back his tears burst open and tears flowed down his face freely. Jeongin struggled against the grip as his free hand attempted to pray away the fingers that was holding onto him. 

“Innie! Innie, Innie. It’s ok. Innie, it’s me,” the voice called out soothing the frightened boy. 

“Noona/Hyung?” Jeongin whimpered sniffling as he looked up to the familiar voice.

“I’m here, Innie,” you smiled gently. “I’m right here.”

Jeongin ran into your outstretched arms wrapping his around your frame as he sobbed into your neck. You rubbed circles on his back to calm down your baby brother. You pulled back slightly to cup Jeongin’s face. You looked deep into his glossy red puffy eyes,

“Stay strong, baby, ok?” you whispered. “We’re almost there, Innie, ok?”

Jeongin sniffled nodding into your hands as he wiped his snot away with his sleeve. 

“Come on, we need to head through that gate,” you reached out for his hand intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m scared.”

“I know, baby,” you caressed his cheek.

“I don’t want to die.”

“I’m not going to let that happen, Innie,” you lifted up your pinky. “I promise.”

Jeongin nodded linking his pinky with yours.

“There,” you pointed out to the open gate where they’re allowing people in.

“Lead the way, Jeongin,” you whispered to him.

Jeongin nodded in understanding. His tall figure could easily push past people while your smaller frame can stay close behind him. Jeongin gulped as he began pushing past the people. His ears felt clogged as the loud screaming and protest seemed so far away as the open gate leading into the district seemed to glow as if it’s the gates of heaven. 

“Keep going, Innie,” your voice called out. “I’m right behind you.”

Jeongin could single out your voice from the crowd as it calmed his racing heart. Jeongin yelped in fear as a gunshot rang throughout the air, Jeongin froze at the sight of the overseers who were pulling aside people at random and shooting them between the eyes.

“Don’t look, Innie! Just keep going,” you pushed him forward towards the gate away from the scene.

His heart was racing once more as adrenaline pulsed through his veins. He grabbed and pulled at the people before him and shoving them out of the way as Jeongin continue to press forward towards the gate. He ignored their cries, the gunshots, the screams, ignoring everything.

“Don’t stop, Innie. Don’t stop!” your voice gave him the confidence and adrenaline rush to keep pushing past the people and swallowing his fear.

Jeongin’s heart would skip a beat whenever an overseer would get too close to him. The guards would grab a person next to Jeongin, in front, behind and even those Jeongin shoved aside. With tears flowing down his face, he pushed for the open gate ignoring the many people pushing him with the same goal. He was so close. He was so very close. Once he’s through the gate, he’ll be safe.

Jeongin failed to notice that within the chaos, he had been separated from his noona/hyung.

Jeongin exclaimed happily as he was practically home free past the gate. He sprinted down the street as far from the gate as he can as he ducked behind a corner and celebrated with a bright smile.

“We did it! Noona/Hyung! We made...” Jeongin trailed off turning around not seeing you behind him. 

“Noona/Hyung?” Jeongin’s voice cracked.

“NOONA/HYUNG!” he screamed out running back towards the gate. The many people barreling in tried to push past him and even grabbing him to prevent him from re-entering the chaos in the checkpoint. Jeongin sobbed as he tossed aside their hands.

“Noona/Hyung!” Jeongin called out as the familiar fear and panic settled back in.

“Has anyone seen my Noona/Hyung?” Jeongin wailed as the people tried to push past him.

They all gazed at him in pity understanding his pain of separation, they too lost someone close to them amidst the chaos. No one could provide aid, nor did they want to. They had to fight for their own survival. After all, it was every man for themselves.

“Please,” Jeongin sobbed pulling at people’s hoods trying to find the familiar face.

~

Outside the gate, at the checkpoint,

Screams and wails were heard echoing as people were pulled aside being gunned down.

On the cold dirt ground, that is rapidly being tainted and painted red,

You lie there, along with many others,

With hooded eyes and a slack jaw

Changkyun Smut

Warning: Daddy/Kitten kink

PART ONE

    Before you even open your eyes, the strong scent of coffee brushes past your nose. After some time you finally gain strength to open your eyelids. Sitting up and stretching, you notice Changkyun is not beside you. Getting up to wander in his plain black hoodie and white panties, you leave the room. “The boys should be gone by now it’s...” You look at your phone “10 A.M.” Assuming they’ve left already, you go to the bathroom. “Ugh! I told myself I’d clean the next day I got off work” so on you went. After using the restroom, brushing your hair, putting it in a ponytail and brushing your teeth, you leave the bathroom. “Uh... Vacuum, dust, mop, sweep, laundry...” You say aloud while writing a list of chores on your phone. Coffee. You smelled it grow stronger as you went towards the kitchen. As you look up from your phone you see your boyfriend, Changkyun, making breakfast for you and the members.

    You sneak up behind him and give him a hug. “I swear to God Minhyuk! That’s the third time this morning!” Changkyun continues making eggs. “I’m over here, but... now I want to be over there...” Changkyun is confused by his meaning. He turns around and sees you, in nothing but his hoodie, and damn... you look good. He is taken aback at first but soon realizes what it is that Minhyuk meant. Feeling protective, he pushes you behind him. “What are you doing, babe?” you ask him over his shoulder. “Put some pants on Y/N” Dumbfounded, you look at the guys. They were too embarrassed to make eye contact with you. “But they are all in their underwear, why can’t I be in mine?” “They are looking at you, baby. Go put some pants on. Please?” You pretend to think “hmmmm... nope. If they do it, I do it, too.” You just wanted to press his buttons. He lets it be.

    Not satisfied at all, you go sit by the boys on the couch, still in Changkyun’s view. They were all silently watching TV. “Why are you guys being so quiet today?” You ask, trying to start conversation. Nobody answered. “Why is Changkyun cooking?” Jooheon pipes up, “He lost a bet!” Daggers were being thrown from all over the room at Jooheon. “What bet?” You ask curiously. “Uhhhh... nothing” Jooheon couldn’t think of anything to say. “Shownu, tell me or else I’ll bring up that one time that you-” He interrupts “We all made a bet that Changkyun couldn’t have sex with you three times in a day by the end of the week and he lost. Just um... stupid boy stuff.” “A bet about our sex life, huh? He’s going to get so much shit...But not yet.”

    Everyone is watching TV in silence when Changkyun yells “BREAKFAST!” Practically running, everyone gets their food. “Daddy, will you pass the salt?” Changkyun passes the salt. “WHAT DID I JUST HEAR?” Hyungwon exclaims. “Thanks, Changkyun but I actually meant Shownu Oppa.” Shownu looks at you bewildered. “What? You’re such a daddy. You take care of these boys all the time.” Shownu opened his dry mouth to speak but no words came out. Changkyun was starting to get pissed. “Um... Y/N, Daddy can mean a lot of things, some are very sexual-” Kihyun tried to explain. “Oh I know what daddy means” with that said you send Shownu a wink. Looking over at Changkyun, you put a hand on his thigh and smile.

    After eating, Changkyun pulls you aside. “So Shownu is daddy now? I’ll show you who is daddy.” He turns you to where your back is on the wall. He smashes his lips onto yours. The kiss was aggressively rough. Tongues fighting with stubborn spirit. Lips molding like clay perfection. Teeth, pulling lips and nibbling on open skin. He picked you up and sat you down on his thigh. “Ride my thigh kitten” You did as told, legs shaking. Slowly, as the kiss grew heavier, your panties grew wetter. You whine “Daddy pl-please.” He picks you up off his thigh and says “that’s right. I’m daddy.”

   “Well that plan backfired...” you mumble. “What? Speak up” Changkyun said with a grin on his face. “Really? A bet?” His face dropped. “Uhhhh... how do you know about that?” “A little birdy told me.” You said cutely. Right then. you weren’t mad at all. “How about I make it up to you kitten?” He asked, knowing what you want. “hmmmmmmmm... Nope” With that you go back to the living room, deciding to mess with him more. He follows behind you but gets a seat before you do, leaving no seats for you. An opportunity finally presented itself. “Come here baby.” Changkyun patted his thigh for you to come cuddle in his lap. “Hmmmmm... Nope. Wonho oppa’s lap looks better.” You sit on Wonho’s lap.

    Eventually, the remote is given to you. You purposefully drop it by Changkyun’s feet. Standing up to pick it up, you bend over. Changkyun catches sight of your soaked panties and grunts causing the members to look at him. You finally sit on his lap instead of Wonho’s. As soon as you sit down, he pushes his clothed erection against your ass, causing a gasp to leave your mouth. “Oh my God guys! Go to your room, we’re trying to watch TV!” A very annoyed Hyungwon says. “I don’t kno-” You try to explain but get cut off by Changkyun picking you up and carrying you to his room. “Let’s go, Kitten” is all he says, leaving the boys flabbergasted.

PART TWO COMING SOON

When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see much.

It was dark, which was odd because it never happened after dark, but then again I never had the privilege of knowing first hand how everything was going to take place.

This time it looked like I was standing in the middle of nowhere. I had been in nowhere before but in the end, it was always somewhere – I turned around, took one more look but still couldn’t see anything that might spark familiarity  – usually, it was small details like a tree, a sign or even a person,…making nowhere became somewhere.

At cue, there were rustling sounds under my feet, ruffles in my ears and an open field across the street. I said it was a street but it was more of a narrow, rocky trail. As intriguing as watching everything started to make sense, I had no interest in crossing – I must wait here. I didn’t know for how long but I must. I waited until the winds picked up until there was the moon – a crescent one – in the sky. I waited until I shifted from one leg to another for how many times I lost count. Until I wanted to take a seat…

On my right, a bench suddenly presented itself. Tilted my head, I tried to recall if it was there the last time I turned around but I could not remember. I took the seat anyway.

I sat there for a more while, or at least I believed time did pass around here – It was always hard to grasp the blurry concept of time whenever I found myself in this position, nor feel, nor anything. Especially when I was waiting.

A lamp post made everything a bit brighter, a bus sign sprouted from my right, on which read the next stop was three minutes from now – It seemed I was waiting for a bus – It had always been a moving vessel. Last time it was a boat, the other time before it was a train, some other times were either a plane or even a roller coaster. But never a bus. First time for everything I guessed.

The bus in question slowly cut through the night, approaching the station at snail pace. From afar I spied it was a piece of junk; crusty, rusty, crackling on its track. Gusts of wind picked up fast. They combed through the wild grass, making them caressed each other, hissing sounds filled the void and I shivered under the cold. I wondered if it was warmer on the bus, maybe I could roll up the windows, that unless there were windows on that thing.

Would I need a ticket for it?

The bus ate its break in front of my eyes and its door sprung opened.

Guessed not.

The steps creaked under my weights, its whole head shifted to one side as where I stood. The driver seat was empty – there was no driver, no valet – the door automatically closed behind me and the wheels started moving. I should have been hesitant, should have a chill running down my back but my legs carried my way down the back like nothing happened. Someone was waiting for me and that was all I cared,

I took a seat on the far end, not quite the last row but right above the streaky tires. The seat by the windows as I expected was already taken.

“I’m sorry for this has no glass.” The person said, implying the lack of shield on the windows.

It was a man with a familiar face, one I had seen too many times to the point I could have easily pick him out in a queue, literary in my sleep. Though his hair was a bit longer since the last time I saw him, cheek hollower, eyes haunting, sunken, deepen – hovering above the left eye there was faded line I yearned to touch, which stood out even more as his face sharpen and skin darker. He looked like he terribly in need of a goodnight sleep.

“Since when do you have beard?” I asked wryly.

He consciously touched his chin, where said beard lay and twitched.

“I’ve been busy. Don’t you like it? I think it’s cool.”

I shrugged. “It’s different.”

Some extra body hair made him almost handsomely rugged, far different than the lanky boy I had in mind.

I should have known better; every time I saw him he was a bit foreign than the last. One day he showed up taller than me, one day way tanner, sometime in the past his face was full of pimples and the next with wicked jawlines. Though he never quite grew out of the length of his limbs, even they had muscle now; strong and lean muscles.

“How are you lately?”

“Fine, I guessed,” I said, blinking a tad too fast. “I think I was finishing up the last few pages of my latest draft when you called.”

I missed him.

When I was nine, I had a crush on this boy in my class. I didn’t remember how he looked like nor how I managed to develop feelings for him – the fact I could have a genuine emotional connection with anyone aside from my family was an amazing feast by itself – there was a lot of things I didn’t remember about him but there was one thing I did; his name.

“Deondre.” It’d been years since that name escaped my lips. It left a strange taste on my tongue, yet rolling out easier than I thought. That name held no significance to me but I guessed it had always been there, in the back of my mind, locked away, waiting to be drawn back out.

I couldn’t recall much what eventually came down between us – we were nine, so I reckoned not much – just some small interactions here and there or fragments of flashbacks. He and the memories about him faded as years passed, until one day I had no recall of him down the road. It would have been fine just like that, as a ‘good old time’, as a reminder I was not always as “cold” and “unbothered” as I was dubbed.

Until one day, he stood in front of me again.

The ‘reunion’ wasn’t what I expect it to be – a cup of coffee or tea would be nice, catching up with each other would be fine but definitely not on a moving train to nowhere.

I first dreamt of him when I was fifteen.

I couldn’t recall what went down, it was seven years ago after all. But I knew who he was the moment I lay my eyes on him. Maybe there wasn’t anything with that dream. Maybe I did spend the entire time looking at his face and wondered how – he looked different – but it was brief and sweet. The boy i had a crush on was lanky and awkward at best, the young man sat next to me radiated confidence. The boy I had a crush on would trip over his own feet while running up to me with a bar of chocolate in his hand on Valentine's day. The young man sat next to me flashed me a Colgate smile brighter than my future at the time. The boy had crocked teeth, he had perfect rows.

He took my hand in his and we sat like that not saying a single word.

I woke up with damp cheeks but brushed it off as a normal dream. I also brushed off the next, one half a year later, when Deondre took us on a boat ride. Also the third time, six months after that on a cruise ship, and the fourth…fifth…sixth…

Every time I opened my eyes it was just another dream, ones that would become blurry and dismissive when I got back to reality.

Deondre averted his eyes, fondling on the brim of his shirt. He was wearing a white tee, one side of his collar fold inward. My hands itch to straighten it up but instead of reaching out to him, I touched mine.

“Sorry to disturb you. Though I feel like it was necessary.” His voice was low, too low. “You were drinking, weren’t you?”

Alcohol and me, we were like ex-lovers. We pushed and we pulled, we were toxic to each other but the temptation was so attractive.

I didn’t get surprised. Deondre knew everything.

What I wasn’t expecting was the fact he mentioned it straight out - for the past ten years we never talked about anything that was outside what happened at the moment as reality was a taboo subject for both of us, it didn’t have a place in the unconsciousness. I thought we never would. We met, we made small talks about the flowers we saw on the way, how the clouds here were always the same shapes, or maybe we should be more creative and decorated next time with cotton candy and chocolate fountains. Sometimes we went out for a few walks before he sent me on my way.

The sunken eyes of his had dark bags now, I hadn’t noticed.

He took my hand in his, brought it to his lips. His breaths were so shaky I could feel it on my skin.

“Are you okay?”

He whispered against my skin. His voice was so grave, it broke my heart a little.

“I’m doing fine.”

“You know you don’t have to lie to me right?” He said. “You can’t actually”

I didn’t look at him, didn’t dare to. Instead, I was focus on something that wasn’t here.

“When was the last time you cried?”

“A while,” I said. “I missed it. Crying. It sucks and it hurts but at least it makes everything a bit bearable.”

“Then cry.”

“It won’t come out.” Shaking my head, I said bitterly. “Besides, for what? There is no reason for me to cry.”

“Did you talk about it-”

“Don’t.” I cut him mid-sentence. “Anything but that question.”

The bus stopped abruptly causing me to lunge forward, hitting my head into the seat in front. When I turned around to check on him, he wasn’t sitting any more but stood quietly in the walkway.

“Promise me that you will be fine. And be careful – “

“Of what?”

Biting his lip, the look on his face was grim. He took my hands again, this time it felt a bit cold. Or was it always cold?

“Of yourself. After all, isn’t it why I am here?” He said. “Inside your head. Confronting you, reminding you?”

Before I could say anything, he took my face by two hands, holding my nape and leaned forwards. His lips met mine in a rush and desperate attempt. His lips moved softly as warmth spread through my body.

“I want to see you again.”

And every time, wanted or not. I melted into the kiss.

.

.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw my messy desk with scattering drafts and books. The computer was still on, my fingers lingering on the keyboard for when I felt asleep I must be typing, which I would have to look over the whole page once again to got the feel back and knew where the hell I was in the story. But before that I needed to get rid of the feeling of loss and disorientation from blurry memories and incoherent patches of what I was dreaming, clouding my head.

There was no bus, no empty field or sign of another person in my room. Everything was a dream, like it always had been. Nothing seemed real except for the fathom touch on my lips.

I reached out for the cup of water I always kept on the stand nearby and downed it in one go when a small bottle of white pills caught my eyes, ignoring the golden whiskey right next to it.

In the back of my mind – a very, very, very far back section – I had an idea why he said what he said by the look of the full pill bottle. I couldn’t recall the last time I took one of those as I was prescripted. Right now I bet if I trade my way back to my schedules and emails, I would have a full inbox of notification plus reminders for unattended sessions.

In my defense, I was busy. The story couldn’t write itself and Mia – my editor – would have my ass if she didn’t get a full draft of it by the end of this week.