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katrinawritesthings · 8 days

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jongtaekey; chef's kiss magnefique; pg

gremlin.

Kibum narrows his eyes. He knows what they're doing. They're making fun of him. They're making fun of him for earlier that afternoon when he cut open a fresh lemon and squeezed some juice over his homemade chicken salad. He said that the juice really brightened up the whole thing and woke up his palate and they're making fun of him for it.

“Ah yes, exquisite.”

“Hmm, yes, I agree.”

“The acidity of the pickled cucumbers really brings out the richness of the cheese, don't you think?”

Kibum looks up from his phone, squinting at the refrigerator in front of him without really seeing it. Jonghyun and Taemin’s conversation in the other room has been background noise to him this whole time, but that sentence wormed its way through his subconscious and completely distracted him. What the fuck.

“Pickled cucumbers,” he mutters to himself, turning to look through the kitchen doorway to the living room where the two of them are. He can just see Jonghyun’s right hand on the carpet, keeping himself propped up as he sits on the floor and leans back comfortably. “Pickled cucumbers,” Kibum says again, clicking his phone to sleep and standing up.

“I really think the richness and depth of the sauce really brings out the flavor of the meat,” Taemin is saying when Kibum peaks his head around the doorway. He frowns when he sees what they're eating. It's just McDonalds. They're just sitting on the floor with a bunch of McDonald's spread out between them. He watches, more confused than before, as Taemin dunks the corner of a burger delicately into one of the little dipping sauce things, holding it just between his thumb and forefinger like it's a tiny morsel.

Jonghyun nods approvingly, watching Taemin take his bite, a tiny, sampling nibble that he chews for far too long in an exaggerated show of savoring the flavor. Then, he glances over Taemin’s shoulder and catches Kibum’s eye. Surprise registers on his face, but only for a moment before it's replaced with a knowing smirk.

He turns that devilish smile to Taemin and ticks his eyebrows up and down once, flicks his eyes to Kibum and back. Taemin glances back for just a second at that signal and when he turns back, Kibum sees the beginnings of a smile to mirror Jonghyun’s.

“But you really can't get a real flavor profile of the sauce with the burger in the way, can you?” Jonghyun asks Taemin. His tone is mild, conversational, as he picks up his little cube of barbecue sauce and brings it to his mouth. His eyes slide over to Kibum again and lock with his, a challenging, almost aggressive demand for eye contact as he just knocks back the whole thing of barbecue sauce like a shot.

Except, unlike a shot, the barbecue sauce is thick and slow, so he winds up slurping his tongue around in there for an uncomfortably long time, staring Kibum down all the while.

When he's done, he smacks his lips and exhales softly.

“Boy did that go down super smooth,” he smiles at Taemin. “There's just a touch of spice in there and it really wakes up the palate, you know?”

They're also probably making fun of him for every other pretentious, overly detailed, obnoxiously specific food snob thing he's ever said. He knows that that's what they're doing so he refuses to acknowledge it. He wants to scrunch his face-- he honestly kind of wants to gag after watching Jonghyun do that with the barbecue sauce-- but he needs to prove to them that he doesn't care.

He's a food snob but only for himself and he doesn't care what they put into their mouths. There’s nothing wrong with McDonald's anyway. He's not going to judge them for having a nice meal together, even if they're going to eat it like a couple of gremlins. He certainly wasn't judging them when he squished that lemon over his salad and he thinks it's very immature and childish of them to be judging him for it. He steps more into the doorway, leans his shoulder against it, crosses his arms. Makes sure his face is cool and unimpressed. Unbothered.

“You know, the nuggie is really best enjoyed when separated down to its core ingredients,” Taemin says fancily. As he speaks, he holds half of a nugget in one hand and with the other, digs a finger in there to separate the white meat part from the brown outside crust part. He delicately bites half of the meat part off and offers the other half to Jonghyun with his greasy crummy fingers.

“Ah!” Jonghyun exclaims. “One moment,” he says. He twirls his hand and his fingers in the air all the way down to the pile of fries on a napkin between their knees and plucks one out with four fingers. His little pinky sticks up daintily. “I need to,” he says, and pops the fry into his mouth. “cleanse my palate.”

And while the way they're acting doesn't bother Kibum, the chewed up chunks of food that spray out of Taemin’s mouth when he bursts into laughter certainly do. He turns on his heel and leaves the scene, shuddering, the sound of their loud laughter clinging to him as he goes.

#jongkey #taekey #jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #kibum #key #fluff #pg #oneshot #: )#ydw #Sprained my wrist on Monday lol here's one from the drafts

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katrinawritesthings · 14 days

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word: patronising

pairing: jongtae

location: porn shoot in a sketchy building (which is also where the main office is)

not sure how this came into my head... sounded cool to me ☆

but i hope u can have fun with it

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No pun intended, this is the hardest day Jonghyun has ever had as a fluffer. At least two times per position the director has been calling a cut to talk about some fucking problem he's imagined is happening. Jonghyun has to have had DangerAce's dick in his mouth or hands more times than he's had anyone's dick in this past year at this job. He likes cock, but not this much. He's even have time to chat up Ace and learn that his name is actually Taemin and he's going to be so mad if the shoot drags out long enough that he misses one of his favorite video game streamers go live tonight.

When the whole production comes grinding to halt a third time so the director can go on another tirade to the photographers about how to take a proper picture is when he decides to speak up. With one hand propping his chin up on the table off to the side of the shoot and the other hand lazily jerking Taemin off, he says, "it's not just me, right? This guy sucks ass?"

"Major ass," Taemin agrees immediately, pushing his fingers through his dark long ponytail. "Rude as hell. Condescending, patronizing, pretentious. Sookie's annoyed too." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at the star he's been trying to do this scene with all day. "You know how much of an asshole you have to be to get her mad?"

"For real," Jonghyun says, shaking his head. Sookie's been in this industry since Jonghyun first learned what porn even was and she's always been nothing but patient and easygoing. "I've been thinking about starting an uprising and we all just walk out," he says. "From what he's paying me, I know he's not paying anyone else here enough to deal with this shit."

"Bro, I'm in," Taemin snorts. "I'll pay everyone to walk out. I don't give a shit. I'm rich." He glances across the room; the director is calling him back to the scene. Turning back to Jonghyun, he says, "you convert everyone here. I'll talk to Sookie."

"On it," Jonghyun says. He gives Taemin's dick one last smooch on the head and lets him go.

An hour later, they've successfully unionized with the help of both Taemin and Sookie's wallets, Taemin has fucked Jonghyun loopy as an extra treat, and they have a smoothie date set up for next week.

#asks #anonymous #jongtae #pornstar sookie my beloved ??? massive warlocks. obviously #anygay jongtae work together more after this and after the like #5th time that Taemin fucks him after a shoot for being so cute and nice he realizes that wait. It's just a crush lol #Jonghyun thought they were dating the whole time #also hot milf sookie+young advice taem thank u goodnight #Also also thank you for the little guy he is very cute : )

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katrinawritesthings · 14 days

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Reunion, onkey, anywhere

(Sorry, didnt read it properly the first time.)

"It has to be legal to get gay married in 10 years right?"

"It has to be, or else I'm moving."

"Mood. Anyway, my point is, 10 year high school reunion, if it's legal to get gay married, we're getting gay married."

"Deal."

"So, good news," Jinki says, looking even hotter than he did 10 years ago as he leans against the same tacky gym decorations the school used for junior prom, "it's legal to get gay married now."

"Bad news," Kibum grins, watching the tall eye candy currently trying to get his drunk arms around Jinki and his chin on his shoulder without falling over, "now we have to wait for it to be legal to get poly married." The oppression never ends for real.

"I've been waiting for that one for almost as long," Jinki sighs. He wraps his arm around his tall babe's waist and helps him stand straight. "I'm not even married to this one," he says, wiggling his jeweled ring finger. "I'm married to the other one. Where is he, by the way?" he asks.

His babe takes a moment to register the question, but eventually, he stops mumbling about how gorgeous and glowing Jinki is and says, "he's making out with some genderfuck on the dance floor."

"Of course he is," Jinki says, shaking his head.

Kibum shakes his head too; there's only one person that could be described as a genderfuck on the dance floor. "That one'll be mine," he says. He cranes his neck to look just to make sure, and, yeah, there's Taemin, also drunk, making out with some babe with pink hair middle of the room. Well, since their babes obviously get along with each other just fine, "New plan," he tells Jinki. "Next reunion, if it's legal to get poly married, we all get gay poly married."

"Deal."

#asks #oh-noona #onkey #And then also all the other pairings lol #Of course onjongho all get divorced and married and divorced and married all the time. For the drama of it.#But it's not legal and [Jonghyun voice] it's more fun if it's legal and inconvenient to the government #onkey were those friends where it's like #After you graduate you realize you were only friends with them because you sat next to them in class for 4 years #But then they met up at the reunion again and they were like wait . You're hot now lol

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katrinawritesthings · 14 days

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How about. send me word, pairing, location and I will try to write something smol for you : )

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katrinawritesthings · 22 days

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Jinki/Jonghyun; no dude it's totally fine; PG

Just some soft jongyu : )

"Would you like a lullaby?" he offers instead of giving Jonghyun the satisfaction of acknowledging his nervousness around the smallest, quietest dog in the universe. "Oh, no thank you, I would melt right into the bed," Jonghyun chuckles.

Jinki wasn't going to bring it up–it feels a little rude, especially since it's only their third date–but when Jonghyun spends a full minute straight pressing his palms into his eyes and rubbing them into little circles over their yu-gi-oh game, he feels like he has to bring it up.

"You okay?" he asks, lowering his cards a little. It's his turn, but it's not like he was paying attention to his strategy anyway. He's been a little distracted all day. Well, not all day. When he showed up to Jonghyun's house and they were flirting over making cinnamon roll dough, that was good. And then while they were watching a movie and snuggling on the couch while they waited for the dough to proof, that was good also. But it was when they were rolling the dough out and getting it ready to go into the oven that Jonghyun started yawning, blinking his eyes hard and giving his head little shakes every couple of minutes.

And now, Jonghyun looks up, blinking at Jinki in just the same way, frowning like he can't quite get his eyes to focus. "What?" he asks. "Yeah," he says, and then grimaces, putting his face into his hands and shaking his head. "Sorry, no," he corrects. He sighs, deflating, lowering himself gently over his cards so he doesn't mess them up. He whines, pouting, and Jinki hears his feet tapping on the kitchen tile.

"Sorry," he says again. "It's just. I started new meds this week. And they're making me so sleepy."

“Mmm,” Jinki hums sympathetically. That makes sense. He puts his chin in his hand, entirely endeared by the puff of Jonghyun's lower lip. "Can I do anything to help?" He offers. "Coffee?" He knows how to make coffee. He even knows where all of Jonghyun's coffee stuff is because he'd been coming over here to hang out for a couple months before they started dating.

"Gosh, no," Jonghyun says, a heavy breath out. He shakes his head, but doesn't pick it up from the table, so the tablecloth rustles. "The last thing I need is coffee," he says. He yawns again. Helpfully, Jinki reaches over and pets his hair, scritching him gently at the base of his skull like he likes. Jonghyun purrs, smiling a little bit and leaning into his hand. He blinks at Jinki with sleepy eyes and bites his lip. "Can you. Would you, I mean. Would it be okay if. If I took a nap?"

He's blushing. Jinki recognizes it, the reddening of just the tip of his nose, dusting over his cheeks. But it's different, a little bit. It's not the flattered, flustered blushing that he does when Jinki flirts at him especially good. It's creeping up to his forehead and curling his fingers into his palms. Embarrassed.

Jinki smiles warmly. "Yeah, sure, that's totally fine," he says. Of course it is.

Relief visibly washes over Jonghyun from the sagging of his shoulders to the relaxing of his eyebrows to the soft little smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. He rubs his face into the crook of his arm again, then slowly sits back up.

"Thanks, Jinki," he mumbles. He looks down at all of his yu-gi-oh cards. He starts to pick all of his monster cards and gather them together, but he hesitates, frowning. "No," he says. He puts them back down where they were and pokes his finger on them, looking up at Jinki. "Don't clean these up," he says. "I have a super good plan to kick your ass."

"Okay," Jinki says, the agreement turning into a laugh halfway through. "Great. I can't wait."

Sleepy as he is, Jonghyun smirks and winks at him. He stands up, wobbling for a second on his feet. Jinki stands up so he can put his hand on his waist, steadying him. He thinks it does more harm than good, though, because Jonghyun glances the inch or two up into his eyes and then blushes again, vibrant pink over his nose, and puts his face into his hands.

"Jeez," Jinki chuckles, shaking his head. "You're going to make me start thinking I'm actually cute or something," he says.

"Good, because you are," Jonghyun grumps back at him. "Come on." He takes advantage of Jinki biting back his refusal of the compliment and grabs his hand, pulling him further into the kitchen. Jinki is confused for just a moment until Jonghyun grabs the risen cinnamon rolls and puts them into the oven, starting a timer for 20 minutes. After that is when Jonghyun pulls him out of the kitchen, through the living room, down the hallway.

There, he smiles at Jinki over his shoulder, flirty and crescent eyed. "Coming to my room on the third date?" he asks, touching his free hand to his chest. "How scandalous."

Laughing, Jinki rolls his eyes. He's been in Jonghyun's room before. When they were just hanging out, just getting to know each other. But still, it is true that he hasn't been in there since they started dating, so he lowers his voice to a dramatic whisper and replies, "I won't tell if you don't."

Jonghyun pulls his fingers over his smile like a zipper.

His room is dark even after he turns on the light. Black curtains and bed sheets, dark maroon walls, rich browns and grays for the furniture. The only bright color comes from a few pops of white as accents and the lines of scented candles on his headboard. They rattle against each other when Jonghyun flops dramatically onto the mattress.

"Roo," he calls softly to the ceiling. "Roo honey?" And within a few seconds, her little puppy claws are tapping on the hardwood of the hallway floor. She pokes her nose into the room, sniffing at Jinki as he hesitantly steps away. She had been hanging out on her own doing dog things while Jinki had been here, but now, as Jonghyun makes grabby hands at her, she plods right up to the bed and lets herself be picked up. She licks Jonghyun 's chin and mouth, then whines and turns her head away when he tries to return the kisses. "Okay, okay," Jonghyun says, and then kisses her again anyway. He pulls a blanket up to his chest, then puts her delicately on his tummy, where she curls up and lies, a soft little brown loaf.

Bravely, Jinki steps up to the side of the bed and puts his hand on her head, petting her gentler than he's sure she's ever been petted before. Jonghyun is smirking at him; his mouth is tucked up more to one corner, his eyebrows behind his bangs. Jinki scrunches his nose. He's doing his best here. "Would you like a lullaby?" he offers instead of giving Jonghyun the satisfaction of acknowledging his nervousness around the smallest, quietest dog in the universe.

"Oh, no thank you, I would melt right into the bed," Jonghyun chuckles. He fumbles under the covers for a moment, then pulls out his phone and starts a little audio of a fireplace crackling. "Just," he says, putting his phone on the bedside table. He puts one hand on top of Roo and throws his other arm over his eyes, blocking out the light. "Give me, like, 20 minutes to fall asleep," he says. "And then wake me up after 15. Don't let me sleep longer than 20. It'll fuck me up."

"Yes ma'am," Jinki agrees. He hesitates, then asks, "how do I know when you've actually fallen asleep?"

"She'll get up and try to leave," Jonghyun shrugs, patting Roo. "Actually–” he moves his arm so he can peek at Jinki from underneath it. "If she starts getting up, can you pick her up?" he asks. "Sometimes she wakes me up right after I fall asleep."

"Uh," Jinki hums. He looks at Roo, so small and tiny and little and fragile, and then at his own hands, big and strong and clumsy. "I'll try?" He offers. He'll try.

Jonghyun smiles, and it's amused, but it's not teasing like it was before. "Okay," he says. "If you're too nervous then don't stress yourself out about it." And Jinki is so relieved that even when he lets out a sigh and Jonghyun snorts at it, he doesn't mind. He'll still try, but maybe not as hard as he was planning to.

He crouches down by the bed, tucking the blanket more securely in around Jonghyun. He stands up to turn off the light, then crouches back down, smiling. "Sleep well, then, Jonghyunnie," he says softly.

"Thanks," Jonghyun smiles back. He gets resettled with his arm over his eyes, but just a second later, raises it again. This time he's biting his lip, his eyes glittering behind his lashes. "Can I get uhhhhh," he says, "goodnight kiss?"

It's Jinki's turn to snort. Jonghyun sure is a forward one, a flirty one. He insists upon asking for kisses at every opportunity, like he's determined to wear Jinki down, like getting to their first kiss is a game to him. Jinki won't say that he hasn't been having fun playing along.

He hums, low and smooth, like he's really considering it. He leans over Jonghyun, tilts his chin up with a few fingers, and lingers over his mouth, inches away. But then, at the last second, turns and kisses his cheek instead. "Goodnight, pretty," he says smugly.

Jonghyun pouts, "tease" grumping from his mouth, his lower lip jutted out in a way that is so entirely adorable that it takes every single ounce of Jinki's self-control to not break down and kiss him for real right there. But he holds on, he clenches his fists and bites the insides of his cheeks, and soon enough Jonghyun is smiling softly again. Still adorable, but easier to resist. He kisses Jonghyun's cheek again, softly, and murmurs, "sleep."

"Okay," Jonghyun sighs. His eyes slide shut before he covers them with his arm again and he snuggles the tiniest amount deeper into his bed. Slowly, he pets Roo, and even slower, she rises and falls with his breathing.

Jinki watches him for just a minute before he looks away politely. He doesn't think he would like it if he was trying to sleep and someone was just looking at him. Instead, he looks around Jonghyun 's room. It's the same as always; cozy and dark. He scoots over to the bookshelf to see if Jonghyun has anything worth reading, but it's mostly filled with CDs and concert DVDs and one shelf of manga in Japanese, which Jinki can speak but not read.

Jonghyun's guitar is in here also, but Jinki doesn't think he's skilled enough to play a nice soft tune without messing anything up and disturbing Jonghyun. He glances at him again; on his tummy, Roo yawns and her little puppy tail wags. Jinki grimaces.

Digging in his pocket for his phone, he quickly searches how to pick up a small dog. For the next ten minutes, he reads as much as he can, squinting from the little pictures on his phone to Roo and trying to mime the motions to himself. Just. Just. Just around her, and between her little front legs, and support her little butt. Just do it. It's that simple. But then, how does he put her down after? How does–?

Movement on the other side of the room: the puppy herself, getting to her feet on Jonghyun 's stomach.

"Fuck," Jinki whispers. Fuck fuck shit. “Uh, stay, Roo?" He tries quietly. He thinks she only pauses because getting a command from him was so startling that it stopped her in her tracks, but he'll take what he can get. Carefully, silently, he gets up and walks back over to the bed. He looks down at Roo; she looks up at him. Jonghyun snores quietly, his mouth hanging open.

It's that, Jinki thinks, that really makes him take a deep breath and gather up all of his courage. Slowly, so so so so slowly, he reaches for Roo. She stays still for him, like she can sense his nervousness. "Thank you," he whispers to her. He takes another breath and then, just, does it. He takes everything he knows from his frantic 10 minutes of research and gently scoops her up, holding her underneath her chest and with her little puppy butt nestled in the crook of his elbow. She nuzzles and licks his chin.

"Okay," he whispers, breathless now. Hell yeah. Success. He did it. And now he has at least 15 minutes to figure out how to put her down.

Faintly, through the bedroom wall, the timer for the cinnamon rolls starts beeping.

"God–fucking–dammit," Jinki mutters. He just stands there, frozen for a moment with indecision. Well. If it's a choice between figuring out how to put Roo down right now or carrying her down the hallway, he thinks he's more comfortable with the latter.

Quickly, before he chickens out, he turns and walks as confidently out of the room as he can. It's a slow, shaky walk, but still. It's better than nothing. He brings Roo all the way to the kitchen, where he crouches down and pokes the button on the timer to stop it with one finger.

From here, Jinki has two choices again. Figure out how to put Roo down before the cinnamon rolls start to burn, or try holding her with just one arm so he can take them out right now.

He's definitely not doing that second thing, so it's more slow, steady breaths as he walks into the living room. He doesn't exactly know if Roo is allowed up on the couch or not, but he makes an executive decision and decides that if she's not, then he's going to be the cool uncle and say that she can be. Carefully, hesitantly, he kind of just. Leans over. And lowers his arms until they're touching the cushion. And hopes that she'll get out of them on her own.

She does, after a moment, her little puppy feet scrambling and leaving tiny scratches on his forearms. She can't be more than 25 pounds, but it feels like two tons of stress leave his arms the moment that she does. Jinki smiles down at her, breathing a sigh of relief, and even reaches down and pets her little head. Nailed it.

"Good puppy, thank you madame, have a nice day," he tells her, and quickly heads back to the kitchen to grab the cinnamon rolls.

They're lovely and golden brown; perfect. He puts them on the counter to cool and then kind of stands there in the kitchen for a moment, at a loss for what to do. Their yugioh cards sit on the table, Roo curls up on the couch, the cinnamon rolls sizzle on the counter. Jinki scratches the back of his head. He sets a timer for 15 minutes on his phone and looks around some more. Well. There are still some dishes left in the sink. Shrugging, Jinki starts doing those.

And then he finishes with plenty of time still left. He dries the dishes and tries to put them away, but finds himself at a loss to where half of them go and winds up just putting them back in the drying rack. He straightens out all of their cards to be nice and pretty and shows so much self restraint in not peeking at Jonghyun’s. He hovers over the cinnamon rolls, gently poking them to see if they're cool yet. He eyes the powdered sugar on the counter.

He knows if he makes the glaze without Jonghyun, Jonghyun will get pouty at him. He knows Jonghyun wants to make it with him so he can make cum jokes. Jonghyun never said this out loud; Jinki can just tell that he's been looking forward to it.

But at the same time, is there anything more sweet and romantic than waking up your medication-induced groggy boyfriend up with a warm, fresh glazed cinnamon roll straight from the oven?

Jinki compromises. He grabs the tiny little bowl that they used to test the yeast in. He dumps in two spoons of powdered sugar, a little bit of vanilla milk, and one single drop of pink food coloring and stirs it all together until he gets enough glaze for two cinnamon rolls and two cinnamon rolls only.

Then he gently, carefully, so he doesn't ruin the other ones, pries two cinnamon rolls out of the pan. They're still hot to the touch, but in a warm in my tummy way instead of a my mouth is on fire way. He pours the glaze all over them, makes a mental note to give Jonghyun the one with more, and, with three minutes left on the clock, takes them down to the bedroom.

Jonghyun is snoozing just where Jinki left him, mouth open, head tilted to the side. Cozy, pretty. Adorable. Jinki sits down in his rolly chair, puts the cinnamon rolls on his desk, and takes a hold of his hand. Just to hold, small and square and warm, guitar calloused fingertips, the tiniest change of texture in his skin from the tattoo on the side of his finger. He holds Jonghyun's hand for 3 minutes, enjoying every second.

And then, when the timer on his phone the reaches zero, he leans down and presses a tiny smooch to his cheek. "Jonghyunnie," He murmurs, jiggling his shoulder gently. "Jonghyunnie, wakey wakey. Eggs and bakey." he smiles at himself, amused at his own nonsense, while Jonghyun stirs. His nose twitches, his eyebrows furrow, his shoulders scrunch up and his arms lift above his head. He blinks one eye open, then the other, then smiles at Jinki, his eyes glittering behind his lashes.

"Wakey wakey, hands on the snakey," he murmurs. He reaches down and pats, Jinki thinks, where his dick is underneath the blankets. Jinki snorts, covering his face, giggling into his hands. Fuck that's so good. "Ooh, for me?" Jonghyun asks. Looking through his fingers, Jinki watches Jonghyun both push himself into a sitting position and reach for the cinnamon roll with more glaze at the same time.

"Yeah," he says. He fans himself with one hand and grabs his roll with the other. "Nice and warm," he smiles.

"Nice," Jonghyun grins. He picks off the end of his roll and pops it into his mouth, sucking melty brown sugar and cinnamon off of the tip of his thumb. "You didn't glaze all of them, did you?" he asks, pouting.

"No, just these two," Jinki says, shaking his head.

"Okay, good." Jonghyun is back to smiling just like that, smiling and rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye. "I wanted to make the glaze with you and make cum jokes.”

"Uh huh," Jinki hums blandly. Jonghyun winks at him, and he smiles again. "Are you feeling better?" he asks. "Less tired?"

Jonghyun hums, thinking while he unrolls more of his cinnamon roll. A little bit of the glaze drips onto his shirt, but he just swipes it up with a finger and licks it off. "Still tired," he says, "but less sleepy. If that makes sense." Jinki nods. He gets that. Sleepy and tired are two very different emotions.

"Hey, Jinki?" Jonghyun says then. He's looking down at his cinnamon roll, rolling a little bit of it between his fingers, biting his lip, but then he looks up. The smile on his mouth is smaller, softer. "Thanks," he says. "Really."

Jinki looks down too. Flustered, bashful, trying so hard not to reject it. To believe it. It's easier than normal, he thinks, because it's not a compliment; it's an acknowledgement of something that he did. Even if he thinks what he did doesn't deserve thanks, he refuses to make a big deal about it and ruin the moment. He looks up, shy, and holds out his hand. When Jonghyun takes it, he kisses the back of his fingers and smiles "no problem" against them.

#jongyu #jonghyun #jinki #oneshot #pg #fluff #It's hard for jinx to believe he's good and deserve nice things but boy is he trying #and it's hard for Jonghyun to put himself first and admit when he needs help or accommodation but boy is he also trying #they are trying together #Speed running these tags because I accidentally posted this before I finished formatting It LMFAO #It's my dad's birthday : )

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katrinawritesthings · 27 days

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If you get a boop back from theoogtree that's me lol

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katrinawritesthings · 28 days

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7. do you have any ocs? what are their names? give a brief bio on them.

Yes I do but they do not have names because all I have are Vibes and conversations that I think about when I'm falling asleep and then I forget them but consider this. 30-40 Years after the revolution saw the entire Royal Family executed and power and land returned to the people a journalist decides to track down all of the rumors and stories about the lost prince whose body was never found and she takes a few friends/hired bodyguards with her to explore the world and interview pirates and rebels and crabby old ladies to find out if the lost prince really did escape that night or if it's all just a story

(the lost prince really did escape that night with his servant that he'd been secretly dating for years and his other servant that just kind of got pushed on him [but like they became friends eventually and they care each other too] and now he is living a happy quiet life as an old not royal dude in the woods with his beloved and their friend that visits every now and again and the journalist discovers this eventually and she decides to let them live in peace but oh no ! Some of her companions have other motives)

#anonymous #asks #Yes the Lost Prince is Taemin and the servants are jongyu lmfao but that whole thing got too big and I'm never going to post it #or write all of it #And then I started thinking about little girl that was there when the castle burned and she has so much energy and enthusiasm #Now to go looking and finding answers #I care her #I also have other ocs but those are either even less thought out or way more convoluted lol #Of course I have written nothing for any of them : )

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katrinawritesthings · 28 days

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26. how long have you been writing?

Since like forever lol I learned to read early and I've always liked writing little things : ) the first like story I remember wanting to write that wasn't for school was when I got real interested in the Bermuda Triangle and the Kraken and I wanted to write about three friends (gal pals looking back lol) that went to go ~discover the mystery~ but I never got around to it

And then the first fanfiction that I actually like wrote n published was on the nick dot com Avatar fanfiction message boards when I was 11 but I was kind of just making it up as I went along and I didn't have any plans and I never finished it and that's why to this day I don't start posting any chaptered things I haven't finished lmfao

And then I wrote suju fics for a while and then I was doing little idol/myfriends things and then I started writing jongtae on this blog because no one else was and now here I am : )

#asks #anonymous #What do I have if not my gay little stories

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katrinawritesthings · 28 days

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4!!!

The last thing I wrote something for was cave demon au :3c it's Taemin being a disaster college student that accidentally gets roped into bringing humans to a shapeshifting demon that is trapped inside of a local cave (Jonghyun) so he can eat their souls and rise to power and take over the world. you know as you do when you're a demon. And it's a lot of Taemin trying to get out of it but also trying not to get his soul eaten and a lot of Jonghyun being annoying and hot on purpose

he reaches the end of the hallway, rounds the corner, steps in front of the door, and is face-to-face with someone he's never seen before on the front porch.

He takes in their appearance, squinting in the orange evening sun. it's a girl, his age probably, golden tan skin, buff arms with forearm tattoos under a black sleeveless band shirt, ripped white skinny jeans, and a high chocolate brown ponytail. when she sees Taemin, she brightens, throwing her arms in the air with her wrists bent at dainty angles. her mouth is wide and her pierced lips are thick and her nose is round and her eyes are big and--fuck.

"taemie!" she smiles, "I missed you so I came to see you," and fuck.

instinctively, awfully, Taemin steps outside and pulls the front door closed, his brain choosing to keep this private from his parents over keeping his body in one piece.

"what the fuck are you – how did you – aren't you supposed to be –? Jonghyun, I swear to fucking god – "

"Junghee, actually, now," she says, completely unbothered by everything else he just asked. she hooks her arm around his neck, smiling up at him, smiling against his jaw. "you told me people didn't know you were into dudes so I made myself a girl instead. I even got a magazine and looked up some fashion so I could make sure I got the presentation right. you know how you humans are always changing what means what every hundred years or whatever." her voice is so warm, so close to his ear, and it still carries that rough, husky note from her demon form, and it has his entire face heating up red, horny and embarrassed at the same time. Not fair.

"how did you find me?" he groans miserably. "how did you even get out of your cave?" He thought he was safe. Every day he suffers.

#asks #anonymous #I started this like 6 years ago and I write maybe two paragraphs every 8 months but you know it's getting there

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katrinawritesthings · 28 days

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fanfic/writing asks

1. what’s your favourite genre to write in?

2. what genre do you write in most?

3. which wip has the most words/pages?

4. what’s your most recent wip?

5. which wip have you been working on longest? how long have you been working on it?

6. which wip is your favourite?

7. do you have any ocs? what are their names? give a brief bio on them.

8. have you published any of your wips?

9. (if you write fanfiction) which fandom do you like to write for most? which do write for most? (these aren’t necessarily the same, but they can be)

10. where do you like to write?

11. most bizarre idea for writing you’ve had?

12. do you write on paper, laptop, or your phone?

13. favourite character to write?

14. least favourite character to write?

15. post a random line of dialogue from your wip.

16. search for the word “death” in your wip and post the sentence.

17. search for the word “bird” in your wip and post the sentence.

18. which oc/character is your favourite? why?

19. summarise your current wip with a gif/picture

20. summarise your current wip in one sentence

21. what narrative style do you like to write in most? which do you end up writing in most?

22. what perspective do you tend to write from?

23. what are some common themes you notice throughout your writing, if you have multiple wips/things you’ve written?

24. do you find dialogue or description easier to write?

25. post an excerpt of one of your wips.

26. how long have you been writing?

27. what got you into writing?

28. what’s the first fandom you wrote for?

29. do you write in chronological order/the order it’s going to be read in, or jump around while writing?

30. do you outline before you write? do you find it difficult to write an outline? do you usually follow the outline?

31. favourite trope(s) to write?

32. favourite trope(s) overall?

33. do you have anyone you write with/edit with?

34. what book(s) have inspired you most?

35. do you prefer to write alone or with another person?

36. what is your writing process like?

37. how do you deal with writer’s block?

38. do you make aesthetics/moodboards/playlists/etc for your characters? which is your favourite so far?

39. what piece of writing advice do you wish you would have gotten sooner?

40. how often do you write?

41. what was the last sentence you wrote, and what’s the context?

42. favourite opening line that you’ve written?

43. favourite writer?

44. how many drafts do you tend to do?

45. do you listen to music while you write? what genre?

46. how do you figure out your characters’ appearances and personality (do you think about it all beforehand, or do you let it happen as you write)?

47. what are the aesthetics of some of your wips?

48. strangest or most interesting fact you’ve learned from writing?

49. if you could only write in one genre for the rest of the year, what genre would you choose and why?

50. do you have any advice for other writers?

#Almost forgot lol I do not exist on the physical plane today✌🏼

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katrinawritesthings · 1 month

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jongyu/yunho; you know what time it is; R

I just think. yunho hot lol

"He's so cute," Yunho whines. He stops fucking into Jonghyun, instead just pushing all the way into him, leaning over him, holding himself up with his palms on the kitchen table. "I show up 10 minutes early to be a nice datefriend, but then you're in the shower, and he keeps flirting with me, and telling me how tall I am, and telling me how cute and little and holdable he is..." He keeps grumbling, mumbling under his breath, even when Jinki stands halfway up to kiss him hello like he clearly wants.

Coming out of the bathroom, giving his hair one last ruffle through with the towel, Jinki hears noises coming from down the hall in the kitchen. Rattling, smacking, even some thumping, maybe. Suspicious noises.

He ducks into the laundry room to throw his towel and pajamas in there, trying to figure out what the noises are. It's too early in the morning, he thinks, for someone to be trying to break in and rob them. And he's sure that if someone was trying to rob them, and it was Jonghyun in there struggling with them, they would be making a lot more noise.

And besides. The noises don't seem that kind of suspicious. As Jinki heads back down the hallway, socks sliding on the hardwood floor, the noises are sounding more and more familiar. Rhythmic, breathy, maybe some whimpering, even. Hornily suspicious.

Jinki reaches the end of the hallway, rounds the corner into the kitchen doorway, and slaps his eyes directly onto the scene in front of him, confirming his suspicions. Definitely horny noises.

It's Yunho, tall and gorgeous and handsome, dressed all nice and cozy for their movie day date, and he has Jonghyun in his hands. More specifically, he has Jonghyun bent over the kitchen table facing Jinki, elbows on the table, fingers in his hair, bangs bouncing in front of his eyes every time Yunho pounds back into him.

Jonghyun is smiling, beaming, square and dazzling. He bites his lip and lets it go with happy breaths, little squeaks, soft curses, quiet growls. His fingers pull on his own hair, letting go and then tangling in again and again. His eyes are closed, but Jinki can still tell, plain as day, that he is proud of himself. He has the smile of a winner.

Yunho, on the other hand, looks very grumpy and defeated, even as he pulls Jonghyun back and fucks in at a better angle. Annoyed, almost, frown adorable on his lips. Still, the hand that he slides up around the back of Jonghyun's neck is nothing but gentle.

Jinki rolls his eyes as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the table. Both of them, predictable as hell. Chin in his hand, eyebrows raised, he smiles at his best friend and his babefriend when they both look up to him.

"Oh," Yunho says, and he blushes.

"Hi Jinx," Jonghyun says, and he winks.

"Slut," Jinki tells Jonghyun affectionately, and then, "He finally got to you, huh?" he asks Yunho.

He doesn't know why Yunho is so surprised about this. Jinki told him that Jonghyun would get him eventually. Jonghyun gets everyone eventually.

Once they've had their smooch, Yunho straightens back up, but only to put both hands on Jonghyun's shoulders, holding him down, keeping him still. Squeezing him, he says, "what are you whining about, little one?"

Jonghyun, who was indeed whining nonstop ever since Yunho stopped pounding him, opens his mouth, says, "you stopped–oh my fucking gosh," and puts his bright pink face into his hands. "Little one," he repeats in a whisper. For the first time, Yunho looks smug. Jinki raises his eyebrows at him; Yunho wiggles his back and starts fucking Jonghyun for real again.

Jinki leans back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair so it dries the way he likes, and watches. He's very content with this. It's not what he was expecting, when he started getting ready for his date today, but he's definitely not complaining.

But he does worry about something, though, very suddenly, when he notices Yunho's nose twitch the way it does when he's just starting the final stretch towards orgasm.

"Hey," he says, reaching across the table, tapping it to get their attention. Yunho doesn't stop, but he does look up, curious; Jonghyun holds his hand. Jinki puts what he was about to say on hold, just for a moment, so he can kiss his best friend's hand. Just because he knows it'll make Jonghyun's eyes turn into little crescents. Then he looks at Yunho. "Don't nut in him," he says, pouting. "Save it for me." And he smiles, mischievous, tongue at the corner of his lips.

Yunho rolls his eyes. "Babe, you literally just took a shower," he sighs.

"So what," Jinki says dismissively. Who cares. "I'm not going anywhere today. It's my house." He slaps his hands petulantly on the table. "If I can't be a cummy gremlin in my own home then what am I even paying a mortgage for?" he demands.

"He has a point,” Jonghyun says. He turns to look at Yunho over his shoulder, a defiant little set to his square jaw. Jinki almost smiles–almost feels all soft and gay inside that his friend is standing up for him for important things like this - until Jonghyun gasps dramatically and immediately starts backtracking. "No, wait, no he doesn't," he says quickly. He lets go of Jinki so he can push himself up with his left hand, and with his right, he holds onto Yunho's wrist. "He just took a shower, you're right. Cum in me instead." He smiles up at him through his lashes at full power.

Before Yunho even replies, Jinki deflates onto the table, defeated. There's no winning against that smile.

He'll just have to get nutted in sometime later today instead.

#jongyu #jonghyun #jinki #yunho #real yunho. dbsk yunho. my beloved #I think there's other yunhos now lol hello other yunho enjoyers #smut #fluff #r #drabble #Jinx 🤝 Yunho baby switches with dom energy #they will easily and readily be mr.dom but they will also beg to be little slutty baby enby whenever possible #Jonghyun just likes being a hole : )#jongyu are. qpps they bought a house together and they're going to get friend married : )#Jinki: what's the point of having a hot boyfriend if you can't share him with your hot bff #anygay I think Yunho just gets both of them on their knees so they can share his nut : )#Jonghyun smiling through his lashes is very powerful but not powerful enough to surpass Yunho being gay for Jinki #It's about even lmao #and then Jinki and Yunho have their date where they just hang out in bed and watch movies and stuff all day uwu #Jonghyun pops in sometimes but he mostly just vibes doing his own thing

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katrinawritesthings · 1 month

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Have you ever written a hybrid au fic?

You are going to have to be more specific lol what kind of hybrid au

#like. Catboys??? Yeah I've written plenty of catboys lol #anonymous #asks

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katrinawritesthings · 1 month

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Polyship headcanon meme!

Send in a ship + number(s):

Who’s the best gift giver? Do they go in on gifts or do it separately?

Sleeping arrangements: Do they push the beds together? Who takes all of the blankets in bed? Who’s practically draped over the others?

Who is always in the middle in triad cases?

How do date nights look like?

Do any members get jealous? How do they act when they do?

Who asked who out? How was the first date(s)?

Who brings home stray pets and convinces the others to keep them?

Who are the reckless ones that make Bad Decisions? Who are the sensible ones who follow after them to make sure they don’t die?

Who’s the one who remembers everyone’s favorite orders at cafes/restaurants?

Would/do they have kids? Who are the Responsible Parents, who are the Cool Parents™ to the polywogs?

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katrinawritesthings · 2 months

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Junghee/Gwiboon ; whole ass husband ; pg

I just think if you find a woman crying on purpose in a public bathroom to embarrass her soon-to-be ex-husband then you should help her out

"Oh, you're so sweet," the woman says, putting a hand on her heart. She was busy pushing more tears out, angling her head to spread them more evenly over her cheeks, but the watery smile gives Gwiboon is genuine. "Yeah, I would like that. I'll stop by if I don't get kicked out. I'm Junghee."

If Gwiboon is estimating the time correctly, she has at least 10 minutes to go pee before her food is going to be delivered to her table. Easy. Easy peasy. Nothing to it. She leaves her jacket on the table so people will know that someone is sitting there and hopes it looks too shitty for someone to steal and heads off to the back of the little diner.

She walks into the bathroom, glances over her short black hair in the mirror, glances over the other woman in front of the mirror having an absolute breakdown, and is halfway to one of the stalls before she stops and does a double-take.

Yeah, that's definitely another girl with mascara running dreadfully streaky down her cheeks, her chin, even down onto her neck and chest. One drip has even gone so far as to soak into the hem of her low-cut pink dress. Her chest, flushed red under her tan skin, rises and falls with heavy breaths and her fists are clenched on top of the counter so hard that her knuckles are white. Her cheeks are red too, the tip of her nose, her eyes absolutely overflowing with tears, and even as Gwiboon watches, her eyebrows furrow, angry, distraught, and another tear leaks down her cheek. Her dark brown curls are mussed and frizzy, tangled a little bit when she tries to run her fingers through them.

Forgetting that she has to pee, and forgetting that she has a limited amount of time before her lunch gets delivered to an empty table, Gwiboon turns around and walks towards the woman.

"Oh, sweetie, are you okay?" She asks, immediately entering mom mode. She reaches to push some of her hair out of her face gently, compelled to fix this however she can. "Do you want help? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Uh–wuh? Oh,” the girl says. She blinks, turning away from the mirror, and instantly all of her features soften. Her eyebrows relax, her nose unwrinkles, her mouth stops being all screwed up and wobbly and is just neutral, normal. "No, I'm fine," she says, and despite all evidence to the contrary 10 seconds ago, she really looks and sounds like she means it. She sniffles–Gwiboon winces at how extremely snotty it sounds–and flicks the rest of her hair out of her eyes. She points in a circle around her face. "This is on purpose," she says. "My whole entire ass husband is here cheating on me with another woman."

"Oof,” Gwiboon says instinctively. She scrunches her nose, shaking her head. Oof, owie, her heart.

"Yeah," the woman says, a scoff. “I've known for a while and I finally got real proof so now I'm here in my best hell hath no fury look to give him his divorce papers." And she smiles when she says it, a little smirk, a little shimmy of her shoulders, a little pop of her right foot, like she couldn't be happier that the day is finally here. Well. Good for her, Gwiboon guesses.

"Good luck?" She says, unsure, and then, deciding that that was correct, nods her head. "Yeah. I'm going to pee." She gives herself a hard out of the conversation before she says something embarrassing and just heads to the stall, patting the woman on the shoulder before she goes.

She hopes, as she pees, that if she ever marries a dude and he has the nerve to cheat on her, she can make the confrontation at least half as dramatic as this girl is doing. It's inspiring, honestly.

"Hey," she says when she finishes peeing and comes out to find the woman still there. As she washes her hands, she says, "if you want to hang out and complain about him after, I'm at the table next to the fake tree in the corner." She's always down for complaining about men and helping a babe fix her makeup."I'm Gwiboon, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Junghee," Gwiboon smiles back. She turns to leave, then stops and reaches for Junghee again. Carefully, she takes one of her dress straps and pulls it down off of her shoulder far enough to be obvious but not far enough to be revealing. Just distressed and disheveled.

Junghee looks down at it, then back up with a smirk. "Nice,” she says.

Gwiboon winks and turns to leave for real.

Back at her table, her jacket hasn't been stolen and her food hasn't been served yet. Two wins, she thinks. And a third when, five minutes later, she hears a shrill, loud voice screaming obscenities in a different part of the restaurant. Soon it's accompanied by another voice, presumably Junghee's garbage awful soon-to-be ex-husband, and then another voice. Not loud or shrill, but still angry, forceful. Gwiboon sips her free water, very invested.

A few minutes later, just after her extra cheesy omelet arrives, so does Junghee. She has another woman with her; a few inches taller, curvy even in a turtleneck and baggy jeans, long straight black hair, a face that looks like it would be soft and round and quick to smile if it wasn't in such a severe expression.

"Hey Gwi," Junghee sighs as she deflates into the seat across from Gwiboon. She looks devastated and worn out in a genuine way, tired in her bones, but at the same time, like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders and maybe even a little proud of herself. "This is Eunsook."

"Number 2," Eunsook says as she drops down next to Junghee. She crosses her arms, glaring down at the table. "Cannot fucking believe that shithead made me a mistress. Humiliating."

"Hey, it's okay," Junghee says. She hooks her arm around one of Eunsook's and rubs and cheek against her shoulder. Then she pulls back with a frown, because that wiped a lot of the black mascara still on her cheek into the light green fabric. "Sorry," she says. "But I'm friends with some of his work buds and they like me better than him so they're going to do a presentation all about how he's been cheating on me in front of everyone at the big meeting next week."

"Hell yeah." Gwiboon hands a makeup remover wipe, her compact mirror, and a thumbs-up across the table to Junghee.

"Oh, sweet, thanks." Junghee takes them and gets to work cleaning herself up. "Hey, do you mind if I tell two of my girlfriends they can join us in here?" She adds, looking at between the both of them. "They're outside in the car waiting to be my moral support or whatever."

"Sure, but you're the one that's going to have to explain to my waitress why this has gone from a one-person table to a 5-person table," Gwiboon says. Eunsook shrugs after, so Junghee grins and pulls out her phone.

"That's fine," she says.

Junghee quickly sends a text, then leaves her phone face up on the table. She drums her fingers on the wood, pops her lips, and Gwiboon can hear one of her shoes tapping against the floor. Eunsook isn't moving at all, just glaring down at the table with her arms still crossed. After a minute, Junghee starts rifling through all of the little packets of jam at the end of their table. She pulls out a grape one, opens it up, and just sticks her finger in there. Sucking it off, she absentmindedly offers it to Eunsook.

Eunsook reaches for it, then hesitates, then shakes her head. Reaching over Junghee, she grabs a little packet of sugar and rips off the top. She upends the entire thing into her mouth, then crumbles up the wrapper in her fist, resting her chin in it as she works to swallow all of it down.

Gwiboon looks between both of them over her omelette, more amused than she probably should be. A scorned lover and the other woman. How dramatic.

"How come people always say cheating on me with another person?" She asks as the thought comes to her. "How else would someone be cheating on you?" seems a little redundant to her, if she thinks about it.

"Who knows?" Junghee sighs. “Ooh–!” She sits up a little straighter and waves her hand big above her head; Gwiboon turns to look behind her and spots two other girls coming in the front door. Must be Junghee's friends. Junghee lets her arms fall heavy back down onto the table and starts poking around in her jelly packet again. "Can you buy me a smoothie?" She asks. "One of you?" She looks between Eunsook and Gwiboon, her eyes so big and round and gorgeous that Gwiboon doesn't even hesitate for a second to reply.

"Sure, honey," she says at the same time that Eunsook says, "yeah, okay."

They smile at each other across the table for a second. Gwiboon guesses that Eunsook isn't made of any sterner stuff than she is. She doesn't mind. She's sure that both of them agree that Junghee deserves it.

#jongkey #Jonghyun #Kibum #Key #pg #fluff #oneshot #Jenna Marbles voice but which mascara is the absolute butt worst to cry in #whenever she uploaded that video is when I got the idea for this lmao #cutting this off early because I could tell that it was starting to get away from me but tae and minjnug show up and join in the pampering #Eunsook manages to get the lunch she was going to have with goblin man delivered to their table also #Gwiboon and Eunsook immediately get added to the hot girl squad and do gay fun stuff together :-)#junghee #gwiboon #eunsook

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