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banggyu0308 · 10 months

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genre: internet strangers to lovers, idol au, smut

warnings: nsfw under the cut, not very coherent, slutty yeonjun, dom!yeonjun, sexting, choking kink, pet names (baby), praise, drinking (they don't get THAT drunk, alright guys?), one night stand-ish, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handholding, cursing, dacryphilia, yeonjun lurks on social media TT, reader is bold ASF, not proofread

wc: 2.5k+

an: tysm for the username help @itgirlgyu TT + this is just for the delulus + @beomsl MEL YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE TALKED ABT PART OF THIS???? + i might title this later but who knows!!

taglist: @full-sunnies , @agustdiv1ne

yeonjun who likes to wear his tank tops to show off, loves heading onto moa twitter and tumblr after lives just to see the fandom having a meltdown... especially hard stan social media, watching all the comments and photos of himself show up. he likes being in control like this, having the power to make everyone else go crazy just by wearing something else that day.

he scrolls and scrolls and one specific post pops up, it's community labeled and when he clicks 'keep reading', he can see why; pretty tits on display from the original poster, comments in the tags all about how she's all his, and he's not very surprised to feel himself growing hard in his pants. yeonjun eyes the username, ready to click the blue-fonted 'follow' button, but it's already gone, and his eyes widen to see that it's an account he's been following and interacting with for a while. that fact only makes it better, and he's clicking to his chat with you before he can even think it through what he's about to do.

yawnchoi you look really pretty in that new post...

yn what can i say? yeonjun brings out a special part of me 😭

yawnchoi im very sure he feels the exact same

yn in my dreams 😭 don't fuel my deluluness

yawnchoi i'm being very serious right now

yn mhm mhm sureeee and how would YOU know? 😑

yawnchoi ajksdbwsjdhbw maybe this wasn't a good idea

yn WHAT wasn't a good idea, hm? 🤨

yawnchoi baby all i'm trying to do is figure out how to word that i'm yeonjun 😭

yn i do not believe you for one moment

yawnchoi i'll send a pic that i would never, ever post and you can even reverse image search it or whatever or i could send a video, im not messing around baby

yn go ahead then ;-;

yawnchoi [sent a photo]

yn alright so yeonjun would definitely never post a photo of him in his boxers in bed so imma need that video 🙏

yawnchoi [sent a video]

yn oh. oh holy shit choi yeonjun has seen my tits- NOT ONLY HAS HE SEEN MY TITS HE LIKES THEM- one sec imma need to process haha im totally not hyperventilating haha

yn alright im back hi haha

yawnchoi helloooo 👋

yn wow. alright. so. uh. how do i ask this- you wanna see more tit pics?

yawnchoi THAT WAS SO BOLD HELP ME- but yes pleaseeee

yn [sent a photo]

yawnchoi oh baby- holy shit you're so pretty 🥺

yn thanks jjunie kwsnbdwjkd im still like- going crazy rn yawnchoi thats cute baby :((

yn wjhbswhjdhj so- since you've seen my tits i wanna see you again :(( preferably your dick but haha

yawnchoi yeah? pretty baby wants to see my dick?

yn kjwbshwjdbhe yes please?

yawnchoi asking so nicely... alright baby~ [sent a photo]

yn oh 😳 oh fuck alright sjbdsewjh wanna touch :((

yawnchoi me or yourself, baby?

yn well, both, but only one can happen, right? so me-

yawnchoi go ahead, can i see? yn alright 😳 [sent a video]

yawnchoi baby's so pretty :(( wanna see you cum for me <3

yn [sent a video] would be better if you were here :( want you to touch me so bad wjbwjhdbe

yawnchoi can fly you into korea if you want...

yn YOU'RE KISSING *KIDDING

yawnchoi i'm notttttttt dekjbdekj pretty cunt's got me all horny :((

yn i don't even care if it's a one night stand choi fucking yeonjun's gonna fly me out to korea to fuck me heck yeah

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and he does. books a flight last minute for the next day, from your country to seoul, puts on a pair of sunglasses and his least conspicuous outfit, and drives to the airport. he isn't THAT nervous- it's not like he thinks you're gonna murder him.

and when you walk out of the airport building with nothing but a backpack with you, looking around and waving slightly when you see him, his heart quickens just a little. (and NOT just because he's seen you naked).

you decide to sit in the back of his car for no reason other than you want to, and maybe a little bit because you can't exactly handle looking at him straight on quite yet.

to your surprise, there's no awkward small talk, just him getting straight to the point and saying all the members are out of the dorm currently, but, ever the gentleman, he says since you flew a long way, you can sleep a little bit first and he won't bother you.

your whole body is on alert and you find yourself thinking that there's no way you'd be able to sleep now. it's one thing to sext someone knowing they're an idol- another to actually be in the car with them, on your way to where they live, and knowing you're going to actually fuck them.

yeonjun politely takes your bag when you get out of the car, and when his fingers wrap around the strap, his hand brushes yours slightly. you internally feel like you might faint- you hadn't actually prepared yourself for this, and now he was touching you and he feels real and you knew he was real but now it just feels extra.

holding your bag, he opens the door to the dorm, leading you in before following, taking you into his room and placing your bag down on the floor next to his bed. every single action that takes him closer to you makes your face grow hot, the bed dipping slightly under your weight when you sit down. the sheets are soft, but your mind barely registers it, focusing instead on the fact that you are in yeonjun's bed.

he opens his mouth to say something, and you panic, cutting him off quickly with a wry grin and a statement. "i might need some alcohol in my system before we do anything else."

yeonjun raises his eyebrows in the slightest, a little surprised, but he also gets it. he's pretty sure both his body and his mind want you way too much right now, but he's so nervous he might not do anything. his hands are twisted in his lap and he quickly realizes and sits on them instead before standing.

he leads you to the kitchen, getting himself a can of beer and letting you pour yourself a couple shots of vodka. you know your limits- it's just enough for you to get a little tipsy and stop overthinking everything.

knocking one back, you enjoy the burn in your throat before taking the second. the slight buzz under your skin makes you smile slightly, leaning against the counter while he takes long sips of his own drink. it's obvious he wants this to pick up, so you busy yourself messing with his shirt just a little while he drinks. you slip your fingers under his sleeve, mindlessly rubbing your fingertips back and forth over his skin. you can tell he remembered your comments the previous day about his arms, basing his outfit around that.

he has another tank top on today, arms flexing when he brings the can to his lips to take another sip, and you move your hands a little farther down to rest on his chest. this time, when he lowers the can, his lips are a little wet from the drink and you can't help but press a messy kiss to them, licking the liquid off. yeonjun lets out a slight hiss when your tongues meet, left hand reaching behind him to place the can on the counter.

the alcohol must really be working already because you're both stumbling to his room, messily tugging each other's clothes off, and yeonjun leaves a line of wet hickeys up your neck. each and every touch of his skin on yours makes you feel fire burn a trail across your body, but it's in a way that makes you almost absolutely sure that it's not just because he's one of your celebrity crushes, or because you're a little drunk.

yeonjun's movements are so rushed that in seconds he's on top of you, his own shirt off, pants quick to follow once you tug at them. your hands find way to his newly-lightened hair when his lips and tongue meet yours again, a different kind of intoxication weaving itself up and over each of your limbs, the kind of intoxication that makes you want to live and breathe this man.

"want you," he whispers, cheeks pink from the alcohol, his eyes slightly glazed when he looks into yours, and the way he says it makes your cheeks grow hot again.

"go ahead then, 'm all yours," you exhale in response, trying to ignore the way your heart twinges at your own words. this is just a one time thing, you have to remind yourself.

but yeonjun's eyes light up and he presses another kiss to your lower lip, one hand moving between your legs to part them. his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can feel the way your underwear are sticking to your pussy. you'd chosen to wear white underwear today and you're pretty sure they're see-through by now, drenched completely from all the feelings yeonjun's touch is sending through you.

"all mine?" yeonjun mumbles, eyes wide. and when you nod, he smirks slightly. "love your cunt so much, i might just take you right now." your own eyes widen and yeonjun can feel your breath hitch. "but you'd like that, wouldn't you? pretty slut would love her jjunie taking her raw, would love to have me cum inside..."

you suck in a breath through your teeth at his words, nodding quickly, spread out on the bed beneath him. your mouth tastes like alcohol and yeonjun, and your brain tries to forget how he so flippantly called himself your jjunie.

"jjun, just, just fuck me, please?" you whimper out when he rubs a fingertip over your clothed cunt.

"baby asked so nicely, might as well give her what she wants," he coos, tugging off his boxers only once he slides your underwear down your legs. "promise you'll let me taste you next time?"

you nod, too distracted by the fact that he's already planning a 'next time' in his head to realize that he wants to eat you out, but by the time you understand, he has the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance, other hand holding yours as he slowly pushes in. the gesture feels sweet, romantic even, and you let your eyes fall shut when he pauses his movements.

yeonjun's body is pressed flush to yours in a way that allows him to brush his fingers over your neck, skin smooth against you. his hand wraps loosely around your neck and his breath is hot on your cheek when he whispers, "is this okay?"

you nod once more, only because the combination of the alcohol and his body on you is making your brain so fuzzy you can't think clear enough to speak. yeonjun hums lightly and experiments with his grip, making you gasp a little when he also hits your g-spot. he lets out a hiss when your already-tight walls tighten further around him.

he'd had a feeling that you'd feel like heaven around him, just because of the fact you had stated you were only able to fit two fingers inside yourself, but he had obviously underestimated all the sensations that were going to overwhelm him like they are now. every movement of his hips towards yours makes him fight to control the tremble of his body. your hand is linked with the one he doesn't have around your neck and every time he buries himself completely inside you, your hand tightens just a little around his.

he's losing himself just a little, hand still laced with yours, pace quickening until jolty, broken, high pitched moans are the only sound leaving you. yeonjun can't help but smirk at that, hoisting one leg over his shoulder. "fucking pussy is so perfect, almost like it's made for me, taking me so well... might just keep you here, my personal little cumslut, could bring you on tour with us, fuck you every night in the hotel room, how'd you like that, hm?"

his rhythm is so brutal you're choking on your words by now, broken sobs slipping through your parted lips, tears filling your waterline and then slipping down your cheeks, mixing with the slight mascara you'd put on this morning and making your face a mess. yeonjun likes it too, the way he's so easily able to get you like this, just a few words from his lips and you're crying.

he can't help but tell you this with a mocking pout on his lips that turns into yet another smirk, chuckling when all you can do is whimper incoherently. yeonjun kisses you gentle enough to make up for his harsh words though, he's only trying to make you feel good, and he knows you like it when he talks down to you.

one hand still around your neck, the other moves from your hand to your waist, and he's only fucking into you harder when you whine out that you're close. his lips catch yours again when you gasp out his name, gummy walls fluttering around his dick as your whole body shakes from the force of your orgasm, yeonjun's fingertip rubbing at your clit making you convulse under him.

yeonjun bites back a little moan and lowers his lips to your ear again. "can i cum in you, baby? let me make you mine?"

you can't tell if he's just saying it in the heat of the moment, but you nod, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you.

he bites his lip slightly, only losing control completely when you lick up the side of his neck and bite a splotchy hickey onto his neck. his warm cum fills you as he mumbles out a string of curses mixed with your name against your neck.

yeonjun practically collapses on you once he pulls out but lets himself take a second to marvel at how pretty you look right now, mascara leaking down your cheeks and neck, his cum and yours leaking from your swollen, abused cunt.

you let him wrap his arms around your form, cheek against his chest, both your bodies hot and sweaty, his bangs plastered to his forehead. there's a question on the tip of your tongue but he answers it for you, mumbling in your ear, "will you stay? for longer than just today?" yeonjun pauses slightly, then continues. "i'm not sure if i want you to be just one time. i know that this part of our relationship is new but we've been talking for so long and yeah, i don't want you to go back home and for this never to happen again."

you purse your lips, alcohol fogging up your brain and making you a little too sleepy to respond. "we'll talk tomorrow, hm? it's late and i had a long flight and i'm tired, jjunie..."

he nods slightly, running a hand through his hair, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "goodnight, yn."

"night night, yeonjun," you exhale.

you're almost half asleep when you hear him whisper, "the others'll be home soon, if they see us like this, i'm blaming you..."

#ada speaks :)#adas hard hours #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun fic #txt fic #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #this yeonjun reminds me of yeonjun in one of my fics and i LOVE it #may add this to the list of things to write part 2's too #not my fav endings but i had to #its IMPORTANT

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delululand · 22 days

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How do you think txt would react to getting back scratches? ( could be sfw or NSFW)

Btw I love your writing to much!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day, don't forget to drink water and to relax your shoulders!!!!

omg you’re so sweet and i’m so sorry it took so long to respond😭 i'm glad my writing resonates with you, thank you so much for kind words!! 🩵

soobin

blush but fluttering inside. noticing scratches on his back in the morning, he begins to worry if he was accidentally too rude at night, but after hearing your assurances that everything is fine and you liked it, he just sits trying to hide his awkward happy smile

yeonjun

ohhh he would be sooo self satisfied. noticing the distinct scratches on his back and remembering your screams at night, he approached you with a satisfied grin and a sly look asking “it was that good babe? want to repeat?” and the very next second his arms were hugging you from behind, pressing your ass against the bulge in his pants

beomgyu

would be really cocky. he'll never stop mentioning how good he makes you feel. especially at the most inappropriate moments, like when you're at dinner at your parents' house and you're just innocently putting your hand on his back and he's already whispering in your ear “decided to see if the marks of your pleasure are still there?"

taehyun

try to be cool. pretends that nothing special happened and most likely won’t tell you anything, just wondering should he put on a tank top and show off to everyone around him or put on a t-shirt and keep your secret

huening kai

kind of a little embarrassed. he felt it the night before, but didn't expect it to leave such marks. however, after noticing the scratches, he's the type who won't tell you much (honestly, he's feel shy to even ask or mention it out loud), but the whole next day he's playfully looking at you with a mysterious smile and acting cuter than usual with you

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bb-eilish · 2 years

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perv!tomorrow x together

perv!txt x f!reader

warnings: somnophilia, nipple play, food play, panty stealing, panty sniffing, masturbation, peeping tom, kai loves grinding into your ass, kinda public, cunnilingus.

A/N: This is obviously fiction and txt aren’t like this at all….probably.

yeonjun: you two were in his dorm practically melting into the furniture, it was unbelievably hot and for some reason the famous kpop idols didn’t have a decent AC. Yea, Yeonjun was sweating but that was not the reason he was hot and bothered. The other members had stuff to do, from practicing to grocery shopping so you two were alone.

You were adorning small shorts and a tank top, the sweat trailing down your cleavage had him clenching his fists and jaw. Don’t even get him started on your ass, the shorts stopped right above the swell of your behind and he could spot the pink lacey underwear you were sporting. He’s never gotten an erection faster.

Suddenly your eyes widen and a gasp leaves your lips as you remember you have popsicles, darting up from your seat on the couch you ask him if he wants one too and he agrees. The gust of cold air hits your face when you open the freezer and it feels like heaven, you subconsciously let out a small moan at the frigid air. The two frozen treats are finally in your hands and you make your way back to the couch.

“here you go” you mutter while ripping the packaging and shoving the popsicle down your throat. Your attention is fully on the chilly goodness melting in your mouth until you realize Yeonjun hasn’t started his yet. You meet his eyes as he stares at you in awe, “what’s wrong?” you question. He scans your face, down your body and up again.

“I have a great idea” The flirtatious smile on his lips has butterflies sprouting in your stomach, you raise your eyebrows in question as he stands. You weren’t expecting his hand to meet your chest and you definitely weren’t expecting for him to push you down flat on the couch.

“you’re gonna be a good girl for me right?” You eagerly nod your head and use your free hand to grab the back of his neck and push his head closer so you can reach his lips. The kiss has you moaning and extremely needy in such a short amount of time, the nipping of his teeth and the way his erection is pressed against your thigh doesn’t help at all. He pulls away to trail sloppy kisses down your neck as he sets his unopened popsicle to the side to slide his hand up your stomach to your breasts. He gropes you over your clothes and hooks his fingers under the top of your shirt to pull it down right under your chest. Your nipples instantly harden and he doesn’t spare a second to toy with them. His mouth gets closer and closer to your nipples until he stops and pulls away from you, the smirk on his face has you you clenching around nothing.

The sound of him opening his popsicle has you confused, once the wrapping is gone he leans over you to trace your lips with the tip of it. You part your lips and suck the treat into your mouth, he seems pleased as he removes it and goes back to kissing your neck and collarbones. The questions bubbling in your throat die as he circles your nipples with the frozen juice. You moan instantly and arch your back, the hand holding your melting popsicle starts to shake.

Your free hand meets his nape once more and you whimper at the feel of the coldness, the initial shock wears off and you’re reduced to panting.

“you alright?” He darkly laughs at you, this has to be one of the hottest things you two have done. After he covers your hardened mounds he blows on them slightly before enveloping one in his mouth. Moans and gasps are torn from your throat once more as he sucks off the sugary liquid, teasing you with his teeth as well.

You buck into him and grip his shirt in your free hand, the half eaten popsicle in your other hand is freely running down your hand but you can’t seem to care as he grinds back into you. You arch once more, almost painfully as he switches nipples.

“Yeonjun, I need more. Please give me more, need it so bad” Your begging earns you a growl against your left breast and his grip on you tightens. He breaks away with a pop and gazes at your now sticky hand, “looks like you made a mess, lemme help you with that”

soobin: Soobin would never ever admit it but he is absolutely obsessed with you. The innocent side of him loves the way your hair smells, how soft your skin is, how pretty your lips are, etc. The darker side consists of him stealing your underwear, yea you were dating but stealing them made it so much hotter in his mind. Whenever he undresses you he can’t help but slip your panties in his pocket and pretend like nothing happened.

This day is no different, he only pulled out of you a few hours ago. He cleaned you up and cuddled you to sleep, now he sneaks away and grabs his clothes, finding his way to the bathroom. You never question it when you catch him doing it thankfully, if you did he would honestly not know how to respond.

The door shuts behind him and he locks it, as soon as he can he rummages through his jean pockets and pulls out your drenched underwear. He finds it so sexy that you get so wet for him, it also makes this whole thing easier. The wetness of the fabric feels amazing against his cock and he bites his lip in excitement.

He finds his place on the toilet and tips his head back as he brings the damp cloth to his nose, he tries his best to silence any moans that threaten to spill. It’s difficult though, he thinks you smell absolutely delectable.

Images of you run through his head as he breathes in your scent, he’s already hard just from the smell of you. He pulls the cloth away begrudgingly to wrap it around his erection. A small moan leaves his mouth at the feeling, the only thing better than this is your actual cunt. The roughness of the lace mixed with soft wet cloth has him bucking up into his own hand, replaying the memories of what you two did only a couple of hours ago as well.

Soon he’s working himself faster and faster, you’re like his own personal porn star, everything about you invites him in deeper and deeper.

There’s a part of him that is embarrassed about how fast he finishes but he tries not to pay attention to it too much, he cleans off his hands and the cum he got on your underwear so when he tosses them in your dirty clothes pile you don’t notice anything suspicious.

beomgyu: He was ecstatic when you told him you were into somnophilia, the idea of doing things to you while you were asleep drove him up the wall. He wasted no time in trying it out, that night when you went to bed you totally forgot about what you talked about earlier and quickly fell asleep.

Beomgyu was already sporting an erection as he sat up in bed and gazed at you, what is he gonna try first? Going down on you? Playing with your tits? Fucking you?

He finally decided on eating you out, just to start off small and then work his way up. He positioned you on your back and pressed a kiss to your lips, removing the blanket over you he noticed you were only wearing a large shirt and underwear.

He opened your thighs more and settled inbetween them, gently kissing up them as to not wake you just yet. Pushing your shirt higher so it didn’t get into he way he stared at your underwear, he was so excited to try this out. He softly ran a finger over the top of your underwear and slipped it to the side, he held in a groan as he got closer.

His tongue met your clit and soon swirled around it and down the length of your cunt, he always loved the way you tasted but sadly couldn’t express that at the moment. He didn’t mind though, he was just happy to try this out.

The more he ate you the harder he ground his hips into the mattress, he was surprised you haven’t woken up yet, the way he was tonguing into you was harsh and fast. God all he wanted to do right now was fill you up with himself and have his way with you. He throbs against the sheets as he sucks you into his mouth.

You clamp your thighs around his head in your sleep, a sign you’re not going to last much longer. He thinks it’s the cutest thing as he continues his abuse on your clit. His tongue finds your hole again and he moves his thumb to rub you. You clench around him once again so he quickens the pace of his thumb and then your hips are bucking up into his mouth and a sleepy moan leaves your throat.

taehyun: Taehyun has a habit of catching you at your most vulnerable, he’ll even let you know he’s coming over but that doesn’t seem to do anything. The second he opens your door he can hear moaning, at first he thought you were cheating on him but thankfully you were just touching yourself.

Today he walks into your apartment and hears you moaning once again, this time is different though. A second sound is present so he makes his way to your door to slightly push it open quietly. The new sound he heard was vibrating, you apparently bought a new toy and he is glued to the sight of it.

The silicone length stretching out your sopping cunt, he can tell you’re dripping because you’re making a small puddle beneath your ass. He’s absolutely stunned at the way you fuck yourself with it, the pink toy makes you look so cute but your actions are so sinful. The contrast has his hand once more trailing down his body to palm the semi in his pants, the look of euphoria on your face never gets old.

He could easily open the door and announce his presence and then proceed to fuck you but he can do that later, the sight before him has him throbbing. He can tell you’re getting closer so he picks up the pace of his hand to match you. His name leaves your mouth in desperate pleas and it has him gripping himself.

You buck up into the toy and let out a loud mewl and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t alert you. He knows for a fact he’ll bring up the toy later, he definitely wants to try it more with you. It would be so hot to edge you with it, have you begging to come around the fake cock as he gets his real cock ready for you.

The last straw is when you speed up the toy and play with your nipples, the material of his jeans mixed with the pressure has his eyes rolling into his head and his hand stilling as he cums in his pants. He catches his breath and thanks the universe for letting him have you.

hyuka: Oh my god this dude finds it so hot to grind his hips into you whenever he can, it’s rare that he doesn’t have at least a semi when you’re around. Just being in your presence has his imagination flowing.

Today you’re at the dorm with everybody and trying to cook dinner, “trying” because every single time you bend over or literally just stand still Kai is grinding his erection into your ass.

You bent over to get a bowl from the bottom cupboard and low n behold you feel hands grip your hips as he pushes into your behind. You can’t lie..it’s really hot but you know you have to cook right now, if you don’t you’ll be ordering out again. Which is quickly turning into a not so bad idea as he lets out a tiny moan at the feeling of your ass.

Somehow you were able to finish cooking and now everyone opted for watching a movie, you know he’s staring at you. And you know exactly why, you’re not complaining though. You scootch closer to him and make a spot for yourself on his lap, your back is pressed against his chest as he pulls a blanket over you. He smiles warmly like he isn’t about to get off under you.

Just like clockwork the second everyone is paying attention to the movie he’s bucking his hips up into you with a harsh grip on your waist and slightly jerks you back and forth. He bites his lip hard so 0 sounds slip past, if the members knew about this side of him he knew he’d never live it down. And he would fully blame you for having such a nice looking ass, he takes a break for a few minutes so he doesnt cum in his pants so soon.

It’s so hard not to, he loves how your ass feels and he can feel his self control chipping away more and more every time he grinds into you. It doesn’t help how you grip his thighs either, you both are so needy for each other. When the movie ends he’s quick to say his good nights and sweep you into his room.

how is everyone in txt so attractive, like THEYRE ALL SO HOT WTF. WHERE ARE THEY FINDING THESE MEN???

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jayoonology · 1 year

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𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐂.𝐘𝐉

𝗮/𝗻 - LMAO I DONT KNOW WHAT POSSESSED ME. I couldn't have written this without @jsungology (thank you sm 😫) but anyways- this is my first ever smut so PLEASE go easy on me.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 - LOTS OF KISSING, oral (m receiving), possessiveness, voyeurism, slut shaming

𝘄𝗰 - 2.6k

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

You stumbled into your apartment, arm in arm with your boyfriend Yeonjun after a long night of partying. The alcohol had definitely gotten to you, making you feel a bit unsteady on your feet. You stumbled forward a bit, causing Yeonjun to tighten his grip on you, steadying you.

As you fumbled with your keys to unlock the door, you could feel Yeonjun's gaze burning into you. Finally, the door swung open, and you both stumbled in, letting out a sigh of relief at being home.

But before you could even take your shoes off, Yeonjun's voice cut through the air like a knife. "What the hell were you doing with Soobin?" You froze, your heart sinking in your chest. You remembered having a few laughs with Yeonjun's friend at the party, but you didn't think anything of it. You certainly weren't flirting with him.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N," Yeonjun growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "I saw you laughing and hanging all over him all night."

"I wasn't flirting with him, Yeonjun. We were just talking and having a good time," you said, trying to reason with him.

But Yeonjun wasn't having any of it. In one swift motion, he grabbed your face, pressing his lips to yours in a frenzy. The tension between you is palpable. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, and it draws you closer to him. Without saying a word, he takes your face in his hands, and his lips meet yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. You can feel his desire for you in the way he holds you, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you closer to him. The intensity of the moment takes your breath away, and you surrender yourself completely to him. Your tongues dance together, exploring each other with a hunger that only deepens the passion between you.

Pinning you against the bed, pressing his body flush against yours, Yeonjun captures your lips in a desperate kiss. His hot breath fills your mouth as he grabs your hips in an almost bruising grip. You snake your hands into his black hair, twisting the strands between your fingers.

You gasp as he bites down on your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands move up your body, feeling up your curves making you shiver.

You break apart, your lips stinging, panting hard. Yeonjun’s hair is dishevelled, and his lips are swollen red. He has never looked more irresistible.

His mouth moves to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving his mark. A whimper leaves your lips as his teeth graze your collarbone. “Yeonjun.. slow down,” You say between kisses, breaking the kiss to breathe “I’m s-sorry.”

Yeonjun growls, gripping your jaw with his big hands. He doesn’t say a single word, taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. The way his tongue slides against yours sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself lost in the sensation. Despite the urgency of what you were trying to say, you can't help but surrender to the moment, to the heat that's building between you.

You feel the heat between your legs grow by the second, Yeonjun knows just how to get you worked up, pinning you deeper into the mattress. His hands slip under your tank top, leaving a trail of goosebumps up and down your back, trailing from your chest to your waist. He groans against your mouth as he moves his hands underneath your shirt.

“No bra?” Yeonjun’s dark eyes bore into yours, making you squirm.

You can only whine in response as he slides a thumb over your nipple, sending electricity rippling through your body, straight between your legs. You gasp as he pinches your nipple, feeling it harden between his fingertips.

He shoves your top up, feeling the dips and curves of your body. His breath is hot against your chest, as he kisses and licks slowly downwards. His tongue swirls the tip of your nipple, and you whimper as he pinches and pulls the other.

Yeonjun pulls you into his lap, your skirt hitching up slightly. His throbbing erection is pressed against your ass and you can feel how much he wants you. Yeonjun groans as you grind your hips against him, to try and create friction to please the throbbing between your legs.

He holds your waist, keeping you still. “Not so fast, baby.” He shoves you off him, standing up. He slowly undoes his zipper, and his trousers fall to the floor. He kicked them out of the way, joining the other pile of discarded clothes.

Your eyes fixate on his barely contained erection, restricted in his underwear. You reach up and slowly pull them down, eyes wide. His cock springs free, and you almost drool. Yeonjun is big. And wide. And how is that gonna fit?

He grabs you by the chin. “Suck it.”

You grab his cock in one hand. Damn, he makes your hand look tiny. You slowly move your hand up and down, your thumb grazing over the head and slit. A small bead of precum is forming at the top. You twist your wrist, as your hand moves faster, Yeonjun groans when you lightly lick the head.

He grips you harshly by the hair. “I said suck it.”

You whimper at the pain. You lick a quick stripe up the bottom of his cock, before leaning forward to wrap your lips around the tip. Your tongue swirling around the head and licking up the precum that leaks from his slit.

You slowly take him inch by inch, your hand twisting around the base. You think you’re doing pretty well, considering his size and all.

Until Yeonjun gets impatient.

He grabs you by the hair and shoves your head all the way down to the base. You gag, tears pricking your eyes, your throat burning. You swallow around him, trying to get comfortable.

“That’s better.”

He drags you back up, only to slam you mercilessly back down into his crotch again. He thrusts his hips to meet your mouth, his groans and gasps filling the air.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned, his fingers digging into your scalp. “That pretty little mouth of yours is good for something after all.”

You grip his thighs to keep yourself steady, his onslaught relentless. Your eyes roll back into your head and your throat is sore, the head of his fat cock constantly ramming into it. You swallow thickly, drool and saliva leaking out around your mouth, onto his cock.

His pace quickens as he gets closer to his high, his fist in your hair tightening painfully.

“G-good girl…” He gasps out.

You feel warm liquid splash in your mouth as he pulls out, and you quickly swallow, leaving behind a salty taste. You stick your tongue out, silently begging for more, Yeonjun pumps his cock, milking the last few drops for all he's worth.

You close your mouth and swallow again, leaning back against the bed. You close your eyes, smiling in satisfaction. Yeonjun leans down, cupping your cheek, wiping off the cum that had missed your mouth. He kisses you, and this time you're the one pulling him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, your tongue pushing into his mouth.

You feel a finger trail down the lace of your soaked panties, your head lolling against his shoulder at the contact.

He laughs, moving his finger along your wet patch, slipping a finger into your wet hole. You gasp, surprised, but that’s when he pulls his finger out. “You’re soaking.” He murmurs. His lips curl into a small smile, taking in the pleasure on your face, his eyes flashing as his fingers move to your clit, setting you squirming with want.

He leans forward, kissing you hungrily, his hand pulling your head back towards his while he holds you in place, finger still inside of you.

Your body is on fire, aroused to a degree you’ve never even felt before. Your body is begging him to penetrate you further. His finger moved inside of you rhythmically, while his other finger abused your clit. His thumb presses against your clit, making you shiver. He roughly shoves your thighs apart, as he reaches the apex of his stroke.

"More, Yeonjun.. more." You beg out to him. You are so sensitive in this moment, and you need his fingers in you now more than anything. His left-hand moves from your breast and goes down between your legs and cupped around your throbbing clit. He increases the rhythm of his fingers inside your pussy while licking your clit. You can feel the sensation building inside of you as he slides his fingers in and out.

"Come on, princess" He croons in your ear, almost in a mocking way. His fingers increase the pace as he slides in and out of your sopping pussy. You can feel yourself building up fast. You bite your lips, your mind hazy with pleasure.

You’re about to reach your limit, but yet you desperately want more. You don’t want it to end. You beg him to be with you in any way possible, in fact, you just let out spiralling nonsense about being his fucktoy.

“God, baby you’re such a slut.” He groans out, the sight of you making him hard again, “Do you know that?”

You barely register his words, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You just feel the heat of his tongue against your clitoris, first licking and teasing it, then pushing inside of you, fast, hard, slicked with the traces of your own juices.

You're about to reach your high, your body shaking in anticipation of your orgasm. You find yourself holding your breath. Your hips grind against Yeonjun's hand, thigh clenching around hand. This is it. You can’t take it anymore. Your hips roll in pleasure, moaning his name in a way you’ve never moaned before. You pushed his head further between your legs as you whined and cried out his name, back arching as your orgasm wracked your body. Your thighs shake as he licks you through your high.

You feel him smile against your skin, “You taste delicious Y/N” The vibrations of his voice reverberating deliciously against your tingly skin.

His chin is covered and he wipes his face with the back of his hand, before shoving the two fingers that had been inside back into your mouth.

You lick the slick that coated them, sucking them clean.

“Did you like that? Did I make you feel good?”

You shakily nod your head as you collapse back into the sheets, your body tired.

“Oh Y/N,” he smirks. “We’re not done yet.”

He roughly grabs your hips, pinching the skin between his fingers, dragging your spent body back towards him. He grabs his cock and you feel him rub his tip up and down your entrance, collecting the fluid that remains there. He wipes the slick up and down his cock, before slowly pushing in the tip.

You gasp, as you feel yourself stretch around him, as he pushes into you inch by inch. Yeonjun jerks his hips, and you let out a cry as he is suddenly all the way inside. He grabs you harshly by the hips, before pulling out and burying himself all the way back in again.

buzz buzz buzz

Your phone vibrates.

Yeonjun pauses.

Your eyes snap open, watching as he silently glances at the screen. He is still for a moment before his face is twisting into a grin. He taps a few buttons, then rests it on the bed next to you.

Your eyes widen as you realise what he's done. Yeonjun picks up his pace again, pressing a single finger to his lips.

“Y/N?” A soft voice sounds from the phone, and you almost cry when you realise who it is.

“Soobin..” You reply back, trying your best to keep your voice even. You bite down on your lips, as Yeonjun just watches you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Is everything okay? I didn’t see you leave.” The older man’s voice bounces from the phone.

“Y-yeah..” You gasped, trailing off. Your heart feels as if it's in your mouth, beating rapidly faster, your breathing coming out in muffled gasps. Your eyes lock with your boyfriend, his lips twisted in a smug smile, his black hair bouncing.

Soobin sounded concerned. “Are you sure? You sound out of breath.” You hope and pray Soobin didn’t pick up on your low moans, or the sound of Yeonjun’s skin slapping yours.

“Oh my god..” You cover your mouth to try and stifle your moans. Your thoughts started to cloud, mind going hazy. You were near your limit again and right now the only thing that mattered to you was that sweet release.

“Y/N, are you–” Soobin asked, despite already having an idea of what was going on.

Yeonjun presses you impossibly further into the mattress, your legs are jelly, your breaths coming in rapid gasps. Yeonjun laughs, snatching the phone off the bed.

Yeonjun laughs into the phone, watching you get undone beneath him. He moves the phone closer to you, letting Soobin hear your sweet moans. On the other side of the line, Soobin stands against the wall in a crowded room, the tent in his trousers only getting more obvious. Unable to keep your moans in, you whined on the bed as Yeonjun hit that spot inside you.

“Hear that, Soobin?” Yeonjun shoves two fingers into your mouth, pumping them slowly, making you gag, and sob in pleasure. “Hear how good I make her feel?” And with that Yeonjun hangs up.

Yeonjun groans against your neck, his movements becoming unsteady as he gets closer and closer. Your left mumbling and moaning incoherently, your legs feel like jelly, and you can barely think as pleasure takes over your brain, rolling over you in waves as you orgasm. He keeps moving, making you cry out and shake, begging him to stop, your body still overly sensitive. Yeonjun is soon to follow, burying himself deep inside you as he cums.

Yeonjun looked at you with a soft expression as he gently traced his fingers over the marks he had left on your skin. You were still panting, your body feeling weak and spent, but the sex had so been worth it.

"I'm sorry for getting jealous earlier," he murmured, his voice laced with concern.

"It's okay," you reassured him, "I understand why you got upset."

Yeonjun moved to sit up, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. He held you close, gently rubbing your back as you both caught your breath.

You looked up at him, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to meet your gaze. "You won't lose me," you promised. "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Yeonjun leaned down to kiss you, his lips gentle and loving. He didn't need to say anything more; his actions spoke louder than words ever could. He cared about you deeply, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep you in his life.

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I love you, Yeonjun. You don't have anything to worry about."

Yeonjun smiled at you, his eyes filled with love. "I love you too, more than anything in this world."

#txt #txt x reader #tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #txt smut

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sunflwryu · 9 months

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warning: yandere, murder | not requested

crazy

"fuck, i didn't think you'd come back so soon. i didn't want you to see this, you know..."

you know that voice.

and you know what those words imply. they imply that he had a hand in this, they imply that he's the one responsible for the gruesome scene in front of you.

you turn around to prove yourself wrong, hoping that it's just a nightmare, that it's just a dream, but no, it isn't, and reality hits you even harder when you see your best friend yeonjun behind you, gross red soaking his white tank top, splattered on his face, all over his hands, and it makes your eyes go wide and a terrified scream rips from your throat as you make a run for it.

at least, try to make a run for it.

but he's fast, he must've anticipated it, and instantly, he's got you, he's got you in his arms, twirling you around to face him, knocking your phone out of your hand in the process, ripping a scream from your throat as you struggle against his hold, but he’s strong, he’s always been strong and patient. you still after a minute or two, your energy now spent and wasted even after the adrenaline you got from the prospect of escape, before he nabbed you away from it.

his eyes are crazed, burning holes into you as you feel reality seeping in, seeping in your clothes, your skin as you feel the blood on him transfers to you, making you feel more disgusting than you already feel from having seen that mess, from seeing your boyfriend in such a state, from being best friends with a murderer.

where was your best friend? where was that playful, flirtatious boy you've known for years upon years? but you can't deny the truth anymore now, especially not after seeing him like that.

"w-why...?" you whimper, lips quivering, body shaking from fear, head turning and eyes averting to anywhere but that mad gaze of his.

he reaches to hold your cheek in his palm, gently lifting so that you have no choice but to look at him. “he made you cry, doll, so i had to keep my promise, you see?”

you're almost afraid to ask, but question tumbles from your lips anyway: "w-what promise are you talking about?"

"you know, when you first started dating him, i promised to you that i'd kill him if he ever made you cry. i couldn't just not follow up on it, hm? besides—"

"you fucking killed him!" you interrupt him and start to sob, the sadness and confusion hitting you all at once, the grief and trauma sinking in, feeling yourself break at his pathetic reasoning, your legs giving out, but he catches you, holds you as you blubber, continuing to speak despite the ugly nasalness of your voice. "just for one fight, one! a-and it was about you...i can't believe i defended you...i-i can't believe you did this...i..."

you remember how your boyfriend told you about how yeonjun had threatened him to leave you, how you should stay away from him. originally, it was just a simple talk at the dinner table, but it turned into screaming when you refused to believe it, refused to listen, especially after a particularly hard day at work, and you ran away into your best friend's arms, the arms of a would-be murderer, or perhaps a fully-fledged one considering how unfazed yeonjun is.

his thumb gently wipes away your tears, his hold on your cheek growing slightly harder to hold you in place, to keep you staring, looking at him. "it was really sweet of you, but i made a promise, and i had to keep it," he says softly, calmly, scarily.

"i thought you were joking! anyone would think that..."

he only smiles at you, the smile you used to be so cheered up and comforted by now sending shivers down your spine. "really..." he muses, his tone light and carefree as ever, like this was all a joke, like murder was a joke.

"w-what the hell...who— no, what are you, choi yeonjun?"

"i'm yours," he replies simply, patting your hair gently with one hand before it returns to snaking around your waist, keeping you with him, his eyes filled with a strange fondness you wonder why you haven't noticed before. "all yours, doll...and you're mine, that's all you need to know."

you shake your head vigorously, wanting no part in the role he wants you to, "...i-i'm not, you're just crazy" you jeer venomously, but weaker this time due to your dwindling hope.

his eyes flare at you, but just as they light up with anger, they only sparkle with amusement as he laughs, moving his face close enough so that it's mere inches away from yours. you instinctively pull back, but he only moves closer, a wicked grin upon his lips.

"even if i am, so what? all the best people are..."

note: clearly written when i was in the melanie martinez rabbit hole again (something i hop into every once in a while). part of my publishing-draft spree!

txt masterlist | main masterlist | by @sunflwryu

#yandere txt #txt yandere #tomorrow x together #txt #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #txt yeonjun #yandere yeonjun #txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #yandere kpop

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boba-beom · 4 months

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I’m here because I can’t get this off my head and if I don’t have time to fully write it might as well share it with you! Remember when txt were in America for their tour and yeonjun did his vlog and where he was wearing a black tank top. IMAGINE he asks for help shaving his face and he picks you up puts you on the sink and has his hands on your waist. Slowly he brings his pants and boxers down moves your panties to the side and starts railing you. “Be a good girl and shave my face Angel while I use this tight little pussy mmm”

THERES MORE BUT MY GOSH that vlog was just so delicious

Okay hehehe bye for now 🙈

ANGIE OH MY—

me lowkey getting scared about shaving his face while he rails into you, unless it's one of those pitbull head shavers, ANYWAY

uGh yeonjun in a black tank top has got to be the sluttiest thing he can wear around like that. I can just imagine him placing his hands on your knees and opening them up a little more for him to stand in between, like can you see him slotting himself between your thighs and close enough so his erection is pressed up against your core 🫠 like he'd have that shit eating smirk "this is what you do to me, baby". LIKE HELLO??? YUM??? and for him to slide your panties aside as he rails you?! WHEW 🥵 and while he's railing into you, his arms are either side of you, leaning against the counter top while you lean your head back against the foggy mirror I canNAWT with this man. the look of him with his bangs sticking to his forehead, bottom lip a little swollen from biting his bottom lip, "fuck baby, you're such a good girl for me" LIKE YES FOR YOU AND ONLY YOU YEONJUN

girl you really ate up that vlog, he's literally scrumptious. don't be shy and come drop by again hehe

#angel angie ᡣ𐭩 #junniieesbby ᡣ𐭩 #[ 🪴 ] — asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #mdni #smiles hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts

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soobpricity · 7 months

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anti romantic

chapter 11 : kiss you once cause i know you’ve had a long night

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

you stood silently. pink silk pajamas comforting your entire body, a coat over your torso, attempting to keep you warm. waiting for yeonjun outside of a convenience store, the streetlights allowing you to see your surroundings ensuring you to feel a sense of security, as you fumbled around with a plastic bag that rested in your hands. headphone in one of your ears as the other slung onto your shoulder. listening to the music that comforted you.

your eyes stuck onto the floor, your lips tightly pressed against each other. thinking about karina, had you really neglected your friend to the point where she disrupted your entire hangout.

your eyes lifted off of the floor, looking up to see yeonjun’s car, his windows down. sunglasses pulling back his hair. a black tank top and sweater protecting him from the cold, as his sweats protected his legs. he looked over, sending a smile his way, trying to come off as though you were fine. you entered his car, he immediately gave you a head pat as soon as you entered the vehicle.

“so how are you doing ?” he asked, as he took his foot off of the break, both of his hands on the steering wheel. taking one off, only to pass you the aux cord, before putting his full focus back onto the road ahead of him. hesitatingly, you disconnected your headphones, storing them in your pocket before connecting the aux cord to your phone.

“ ‘m just kinda confused… i didn’t mean to hurt karina… i thought i had spent enough time with her and the others. i didn’t think that i was spending that much time with you to the point where i was forgetting about my friends.. and i don’t want to stop spending time with you.. or like i don’t want to reduce the amount of time that i see you.. i just love hanging out with you and my friends..” you explained, worries entering your mind.

“and have you not asked your other friends, like soobin or winter.. what if it’s just karina ? what if all your other friends think that you’re still doing well on managing your time with them ? i don’t want you to stop talking to me either, yn. we both deserve better than to completely give up on each other.”

“i’ll just apologize to her, if she accepts it then great.. if she doesn’t, there’s not much i can do.. but i’ll definitely talk to soobin and winter first.. by the way, jjunnie, where are we even going ?” you inquired, looking over to him as you put a song on.

“by the way, i’m not taking you back until you get sleepy..”

“so you’re kidnapping me ?”

“mmm.. kinda yeah. just have to make sure that you get enough rest tonight yn.. didn’t you say that late night car rides put you to sleep..”

“yeah, but i don’t want to cause you any trouble, jun.” you frowned, even though your brain was going wild, the thought of yeonjun remembering every single little detail about you truly did make your heart flutter.

“you won’t, yn, it’ll give me an excuse to continue hanging out with you.. plus i just want to know that you’re resting well.. today was pretty rough for you so i want to make sure you’re okay..”

you glanced over at him, a tiny amount of blush coming up to cover your cheeks and nose, along with the tip of your ears. unable to contain the smile that appeared on you face. “thank you, jun. thank you so much for looking after me.. i’m glad that i don’t come off as a burden to you.. you’re so smooth with your words that it truly makes me feel like i’m the most important person in the world.”

“that’s because you are the most important person in my world..” yeonjun smirked, his focus still on the road. streetlights lit up his path, trees to nearly each side which slowly faded away as he drove into a neighborhood, which was recognizable.. you were close to your own apartment. the crescent moon making itself visible, as it was plastered right at the center of the sky. white sparkling stars surrounding it, yeonjun took a look at you, noticing that you were already falling asleep, head against the window, as your arm came over to add support.

yeonjun parked his car as he came to a stop at the front of your apartment. it really didn’t take you long to fall asleep, or to at least become sleepy. he didn’t think that his driving would put you to feel sleepy so quickly.

“yn, let’s go up to your apartment and then you can go to sleep, ‘kay ?” you hummed as a response. as the two of you got out of the car, yeonjun coming over to help you with the plastic bag which held your snacks. stepping into the lobby and using an elevator to go up to your apartment. yeonjun followed behind you, remembering the location of your apartment.

“jjun.. can you stay with me ?”

“i would love to yn, but seriously i don’t want to interrupt any of your plans or anything in the morning.”

“please.. you won’t interrupt anything.” you mumbled, turning to face him, hugging his torso. arms wrapped around him, as yeonjun pressed a kiss to the top of your head. he knew how stressed you were over the entire situation with karina.

kiss you once 'cause i know you had a long night

yeonjun pulled away from your embrace, only to place a small kiss on your cheek. he wanted to assure you that it was going to be okay, he wanted you to know that he had your back. and hopefully you had his..

kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

and finally yeonjun pressed his lips against yours. yeonjun knew how long you’ve been waiting to date him, since high school you’ve been waiting for him patiently. he wanted to show you how much that meant to him, you deserved a reward for waiting.

three times 'cause you’ve waited your whole life

a peach flavor running through his mouth, tasting your chapstick. an ecstatic feeling running through his stomach. yeonjun never knew he could get so shy. he thought that such a feeling only existed in movies. he didn’t think he would get butterflies in his stomach over a few kisses that he gave you.

you were in the same place, heart racing, as your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer to you, trying to get on your tippy toes in order to reach him. as you smiled into the kiss, the amount of excitement was too much for you to contain.

you and yeonjun loved this. the happiness that the two of you could not wait to express to each other. the two of you eventually pulled away, happy grins on the both of you. as yeonjun answered your pleads.

“okay, just because you said please, my stunning beauty.”

©️soobpricity

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pommpuriinn · 7 months

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𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ 𓏲 ، ݃♟❜ 𓈈 AIRPORTS ARE NO FUN

joohyung makes airports her catwalk but doesn’t mean flashing light and the space around her closing in don’t cause her anxiety

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ joohyung has multiple viral moments with her airport fashion which most likely causes the fashion tends to go around in korea here a few fashion moments…

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ y2k fur moment. Joohyung wore this outfit with leg warmers and a chunky shoe along with her chanel sunglasses blocking all the bright lights

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ the all vivienne westwood look. It was Joohyung’s solo fashion schedule and she was going to attend one of her favorite fashion artist vivienne show and meet her

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ all white fuzzy set. This look was a way more lay back comfortable compared to her previous ones

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ masculine airport fit. Joohyung showed her masculine side with this outfit definitely her black headphones and sunglasses gave the outfit bonus points. Along with having her hair in a claw clip really showed everyone how small her face shape is

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ of course those are only a few examples, but airports aren’t always fun for Joohyung it’s a place that causes her anxiety to spiral

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ many fans show up and the second they across the cross walk and enter the airport the fans start going crazy along with the journalists there

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ unfortunately Joohyung has many instances where people are just flat out rude to her and rude to the people around them that don’t want to be in the whole chaos

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ this happens so much that Joohyung stopped counting after the fifth time which is fans pushing Joohyung away from a member just so they can be next to them instead of Joohyung

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ the members have expressed many times how they don’t want to see their noona or anyone else get hurt by being pushed

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ this instance was one of the worst Joohyung has ever experienced it gave Joohyung a panic attack and scared everyone. It started the same people rushing around them, taking pictures, and trying to hand gifts to any member

࣪،̲Ꮺ until suddenly the space around them became smaller and smaller. Joohyung started tripping since she started bumping into her members along with security

࣪،̲Ꮺ all Joohyung remembers is Soobin barely getting a grip on her hand, people yelling, and bright lights before falling down. Joohyung only heard a buzzing sound in her ears as she tuck her head into her arms. She didn’t want to get up especially with feeling people looking down at her

࣪،̲Ꮺ tears were running down her face, Joohyung was crying in silence. “Noona!” Taehyun frantically called. “Please move away, please.” Yeonjun pleaded at the crowd surrounding them. The other three members went to slowly pick Joohyung up Beomgyu took his bucket hat off his head and securely placed it onto Joohyung’s head to hide her face. Soobin and Kai quickly got Joohyung’s things off the floor before following all the members closely

࣪،̲Ꮺ it was probably the worst thing she has ever experienced because Joohyung was restless the whole plane ride and would get little panic attacks throughout the flight until they got into their hotel rooms

࣪،̲Ꮺ another bad moment was when a female journalist was disrespecting Joohyung right in front of her and through an article that was released the following day

࣪،̲Ꮺ as the group was riding the escalator there was cameras and journalists asking them regular questions until a female journalist started asking uncomfortable questions towards Joohyung. “Joohyung-ssi shouldn’t you wear more modest clothing?” Joohyung looked down at her white little tank top paired with a maxi skirt. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.” Joohyung gave her a fake smile

࣪،̲Ꮺ “with being an female idol shouldn’t you have pure skin?” The journalist was looking at her tattoos. “To each their own.” Joohyung was getting irritated by the minute, but still answer politely

࣪،̲Ꮺ “I also wanted to ask isn’t it unprofessional to date within-“

“Miss please attention you might fall back.” Beomgyu got in front of Joohyung to not only end the conversation short, but to also stop the journalists from asking clear targeting questions to his Jooie

࣪،̲Ꮺ the next day the journalist wrote how rude Joohyung was towards her and how Joohyung has no respect for herself with the way she carries herself. Moas immediately came to Joohyung’s defense and got the article down along with an apology from the journalist herself

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc

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fairly-fairy-shampoo · 6 months

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“In Every Universe”

🌙☀️ Summary: Everything about your situationship with Yeonjun seemed perfect. There were no rules, no romantic feelings, and you stayed friends. But when jealousy leads to a falling out between the two of you, Yeonjun is forced to look inward and re-evaluate his feeling for you as well was what kind of relationship he wants with you. The question is, are his feeling more powerful then fate?

genre: NSFW, FLUFF, ANGST

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader × Soobin

Warnings: none

Chapter 1

Yeonjun had been anticipating her arrival since she texted “I NEED to see you!!!”. It had been a while since she was so comfortable and casual with him. Everything became so formal and unfamiliar since their big fight so this text was the perfect gateway back to normalcy. He went out of his way to make everything perfect; create an atmosphere, put out a candle (cause he bought new ones), soft blankets on the couch (cause it cold), gray sweat pants and tank top (you know for the atmosphere). He even ordered her favorite food (but only cause HE was hungry). He can’t be too obvious. CAN’T scare her away. This was his shot. The knock on his door took him out of his mind. One more spritz of cologne and a shake of his hair should do it.

“It’s open!” He yells while sprawled out on the couch. Leaning back, legs wide open. He hears the dropping of keys and shuffling as the sound of sock’s dragging across the hardwood comes towards him. But his eyes don’t leave the TV. Remember, gotta play it cool. But all that files out the window as she unexpectedly drop on his lap straddling him.

“AHHH JUNIEEE!!” She shrieks as she starts hugging him and light hits his chest while squirming on his lap.

“Ahh, god what?” he chuckles and his hands settle on her hips. He missed this. His missed YOU. Your smell, your smile, your body on his. The way everything just felt right and easy with you. There’s no one else who makes him feel this way. No one. He has to tell you.

She finally starts to settle down and begins to smile BIG. “Okay, okay, I HAVE to tell you something. You’re my best friend so I couldn’t just call.” Her hands come to his shoulders and he begins rubbing his eyes trying to looking very serious, but constantly reverting back to a smile.

“I have something to tell you too! But… you go first.”

You got first words and he’ll regret that for the rest of his life.

“Okay so don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you earlier but I wasn’t sure how you’d react and…” She takes a breath, tired after using up so much energy from the excitement, and removes her hands from his shoulders to pull her hair behind her ears. His hands never leave her hips. They’re too comfortable there. It’s where they belong…

“After our falling out, I felt like everything was too fresh to discuss this but over the last few months I’ve seen a real growth in our friendship and I feel like we’re finally getting back to a place of comfortability again, you know?”

His eyes light up but he tries to hide it, play it cool.

“Yeah of course.” He looks at where his hands rest and starts rubbing circles into her hips.

“I know exactly what you mean.” he smiles, meeting her eyes again.

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page cause you’re really important to me and I need to tell someone right away…Yeonjun…I’m engaged!!!” She squeals and begins to jump and squirm again on his lap. His hands tighten on her hips and then hesitantly fall back to his legs. Like two magnets being pulled apart. They don’t want to split but something’s forcing them apart. His mind goes blank to match the expression on his face. It’s like in the movies, where they start to hear ringing in the ears at the sound or sight of shocking news. He always thought it was just a dramatization until its happened to him.

He meets her eyes again just for a second while she’s talking. Going miles a minutes. About wedding plans, no doubt. Then his eyes fall to her lips. Lips he’ll never kiss again, cheeks he’ll never caress, hair that will never tickle his neck when they sleep with one another. And then back to eyes that will never look at him the way he looks at her. His eyes drop back to nothing. He has to focus on something, anything, to keep his mind off of the tear that’s threatening to spill from his eyes. Play it cool, right…

“Yeonjun… you okay?” her voice is softer now. The excitement is over. He had time to think of what to say and he’s got nothing. Well, he’d be lying if he if didn’t have one burning question. His eyes finally meets hers.

“Who is it…

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jvkeh · 2 years

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Heyy baby! Hru?? I was wondering if you taking req but if you don't, please just ignore this ask okai💕

I want to see a fic with reader and taehyun watched porn together bcs it's cute and hot to me😆 things been going well, reader sit on taehyun lap but as the video get more explicit they're both become horny, and humiliation, corruption, dirty talk🤤🤤

And also, this is my first time sending ask to you but i've already read all your txt fic!! The yeonjun one is 🥵🥵🥵🤕 it's really hot and the dirty talk omg, it seriously sooo hot and good. Your an amazing writer!!!!

PARALLEL

a.n: hello bae ! yes i do take requests (it’s in my about me) & hope u liked this <3 the req was so sexy help ur brain>> 😴😵‍💫 thank u for the compliments n supporting my account 💖💖 this was interpreted the best i could (as in this wasnt exactly most fitting to the theme bc i love to go off track for taehyun🥲) but i hope this sastified u 👀

c.w: dirty talk , humiliation , degradation , 1 mention of a threesome

if you don’t like my content block my name tag !

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it started off innocent. well, innocent intentions. taehyun swore that it was purely a bonding exercise, after all, what’s more romantic than two people watching porn together?

you didn’t even remember when you agreed to it, not having enough time to really process it. but you did knew taehyun was excited, because the last time he ran that fast across the apartment was when beomgyu broke the expensive vase that resided in the hallway.

minutes later, you seated yourself on the couch, wearing only your pajama set. a small heart patterened tank top to match your ribbed shorts. if this escalated, you rather be in light clothing and not have to take off skin tight leggings.

taehyun reentered the living room, carrying his laptop in one hand as he typed into the keyboards using the other. he took a seat next to you, placing the laptop down on the coffee table for you to see the tab opened, where the thumbnail displayed a girl and the boy fully clothed seated on the couch facing above the camera, looking at what presumed to be a tv from the reflection of the colours on their faces.

he leaned forward to size down the tab, much to your surprise. wasn’t he supposed to make the screen bigger so you could both watch? you failed to make a comprehensive answer to question taehyun before seeing him press the oh so familiar button on the right top corner, where it connected the tv to your laptop.

“you’re gonna play this on tv?” you exclaimed as the title made an appearance at the video being screenshared.

taehyun’s eyes grew at the response you let out, a smirk tugging as his lips as he processed the first thing you said since he suggested the idea. you wondered who actually convinced him to do this, because he was far from raunchy when it came to these activities. you definitely needed to talk to his members later.

“intense…couch sex… as we watch porn?” you squinted, reading the title off the big screen. “is this some weird parallel thing? do you have a thing for it?” you asked your boyfriend, who only hummed in reply. so much for communication skills. as you reached over to press the play button, taehyun grabbed your waist and placed your body on his lap, before taking the responsibility to continue what you had attempted to do.

he pressed play, the video beginning to proceed. as you fidgeted on his lap, your eyes watched as the video began to start off normal. two people watching a video on tv, the moans radiating off the the tv they eatching that was clearly heard through the speakers, taehyun slightly cursing at the loudness of the sound. good thing the closest neighbours were away from home, because you would be more regretful saying yes if they still remained next door.

it was three minutes til the video began to move direction. when the moans gotten louder, the people on the screen began to tug at their clothes. suddenly, the boy’s bulge was a bit too prominent, and the girl’s legs was a bit too close to each other. it was getting rather sensual, and both of you could tell. you resisted the urge to look back at taehyun’s face, but you could feel his bulge just slightly out of it’s safe zone. where it no longer was left alone, the discomfort that came with it being too severe to ignore.

you weren’t that worked up yet, bored from the first couple of minutes, so you decided to speed up the process. you began to move around on his lap, which alerted him, from the way his hand clenched a bit too hard on the pillow he clutched on one side, and the fact his cock was stirring from the warmth of his boxers.

“y/n.” taehyun muttered from behind, his breath inches away from your nape. you could feel the back of your neck’s hair stand up at the intimacy of it all, goosebumps forming from the sound of taehyun’s voice, that sounded more desperate than authoritive. “don’t.”

in your two years of dating, you have never heard taehyun spoke like that. his voice trembled as he let out two words, something that taehyun usually would never do. he wasn’t the type to crumble under the most intense of pressure, so how is porn and a little lap massage getting to him?

“don’t tell me you are already hard, tae.” you couldn’t resist speaking with an edge, finally looking back for a smile to form at him being so bothered. sweat beads lined at his forehead, and his ears was flushed red. he was clearly more affected than he thought he would be.

you looked back at the screen to see that the couple already was only in their underwear, and the girl was seated on the boy’s lap as she began to hump him, watching the screen with care as her pussy creamed through the thin panties, the substance coating his boxers. since when it moved along that fast? your eyes stayed on the girl, who rubbed herself on his bulge as he began to groan, rude words slipping out as his hands gripped her waist, moving her more aggressively back and forth til she could no longer piece words together.

taehyun hands seemed to leave the pillow, lingering inches away from your waist as you glanced down, feeling the presence. taking his hands, you place them on your hips before you began to start a pace, moving at the same time as the girl on tv did. you followed her cues as taehyun hands tightened on your hips, beginning to move you in the same direction you went so you could retain energy. “no way you roleplaying as her.” he snorted, eyes glancing from the screen to your body to see the similarity in movement. “is this just dance?”

“if that what keeps you hard.” you shot back, before feeling a pinch at the ass at you talking back.

“be nicer, slut. after all, i could leave you to get off on your own if you really wanted me to.” taehyun’s voice regained strength as he spoke, like it absorbed energy off your own talking. you didn’t liked that, wanting to leave him speechless like you did beforehand.

“didn’t you beg to watch this, taehyun?” you huffed, not caring to listen to his rules. after being obedient in the bedroom for so long, you wanted to see more sides of him. taehyun always prided himself on having a sweet and adjustable girlfriend, constantly flexing to his members about his girl always trying to please him. and there was no other better opportunity to piss him off than now, on his lap as his choice of porn blasted on tv.

the grip on your hips dissapeared, the silence that followed being disastrous. but the words that was spoken afterwards? was leg clenching.

“since when did i raised a dumb selfish whore?” he grunted from behind your body, beginning to tug at your shirt. “since when my good girl started mouthing off like a cock sucking cheapskate?” he scoffed, pinching at multiple areas of your skin lightly while you helped take off your tank. “trained you all this time, just to end up like a spoiled brat.”

“i don’t know, it’s pretty fun being one.” you grinned, beginning to turn around on his lap with a mischievous smile, rubbing your perked up nipples that shined through your bra. taehyun hands shot up to unclasp it as you bounced on his lap, studying his facial expressions as he looked above your head, his fingers familiar with the ways of your bra.

“wonder who taught you this hm? one of your lil friends?” taehyun eyes made contact with you as you continued to hump his bulge, releasing his grip on your bra as the back fell open, watching you pull your bra off til the only thing remaining was your bottoms. “when you got so fucking dirty minded?”

the embarrassment that seared through your body only further proved that you got off to taehyun’s insults, as the flush in your skin still could still not distract him from the dampness of your underwear that he could feel through his sweatpants.

“you gonna punish me, taehyun?” the loudness of the two people fucking in the background still couldn’t silence your sharp remarks, as your boyfriend continued to eye you with a unrecgonisable emotion. “you gonna fuck me back into the good girl you know? or are you too brain dead by porn to form intellect sentences?”

“wonder who corrupted you like this.” he murmured, his eyes trained on you, the both of you discarding the squelching sound that came elsewhere. “you really getting on my nerves, y/n. maybe it’s time i get someone better to put you back into place.” taehyun’s words was threatening, despite his tone sounding soft. your cunt fluttered at the idea, who could exactly beat taehyun when it came to authority? soobin, the soft dom? hueningkai was a sub… “maybe i should call up yeonjun and he teach you a lesson.”

your blood ran cold as the smile that you kept on your lips faded, the realisation of his words settling deep. yeonjun was fucking scary. it was taehyun’s turn to smirk, as he knew the rep his member had. of course, he would never let yeonjun touch his girl, but to have a leverage was what he needed, when you were getting a bit too cocky in terms of talking back.

“gonna fuck you into my good girl.” he mutters, pushing his face into your breasts as his hands gripped your shorts, tugging them down as your underwear followed. “gonna make sure you never fucking disobey me again or i might just have to fuck you on camera so i show everyone else on the internet how much of a hypocrite you can be.”

you groaned out as he slid two fingers into your cunt, pussy tightening at the feeling. no matter how much he fingered your cunt, it always felt foreign at first, but his fingers reached places yours could never. a smile formed on his face at how quickly you were to be silent, despite your confidence at being a brat. “all you needed is two fucking fingers to shut the fuck up?” he exclaimed, knowing you were too fucked out to even come up with an answer.

this is what he likes. watching you breathless on him. when the only words that you can breathe out is his name, because his hands and cock is just that good that you no longer can speak. not mouthing off like you just learned new words on urban dictionary the night before.

it didn’t took long til you were humping his lap, creaming everywhere as his fingers jammed into your pussy with ferocity unmatched. as much as his cock was about to burst out of his boxers, swollen and half rose in the depths of his pants, he wanted to make sure you truly had a punishment before being awarded with something as fulfilling as his cock. after all, you treated him with so much attitude today that he really needed to make sure you knew your place.

“ta-tae!” you groaned as the familiar liquid seeped down your leg, tired of his fingers as you rubbed yourself on his thighs. “please.”

“please what?” he pretended to look unbothered, eyes going back to the video that showed a woman being cockwarmed as she was forced to watch the porn on her tv while her boyfriend touched her. “i’m confused what your asking for.”

“wan your cock.” you sniffle, no longer interested in being a brat anymore as you looked at him with teary eyes. you missed the feeling of taking his size, and the sensation of being thrusted into, for him to dribble his semen into your gaping pussy.

“then you get it.” he groans, finally pulling down his pants to reveal his cock practically impaling his boxers. pushing the band down, his cock sprung free, red and veiny, as you exclaimed in excitement at finally being fucked. not caring about the pain, you immediately inserted yourself on his cock, sinking down to feel the nolstagic burn that was enough to make you cry of happiness and horniness. “thank you, tae!” you were never gonna brat off again, now you had a taste of his punishment. and the threat of his member’s involvement lingered in your mind as well, even when realistically, taehyun would never agree to it.

as you shifted to move, his hands moved to your hips, before circulating you, til you faced the tv that displayed the end of the porn video. did you even watch it anyway? taehyun began to move, grabbing the remote off the counter and pressing on replay, til the intro of the video started.

“don’t thank me, y/n.” he speaks up. “to really learn your lesson, you’re staying on my dick without moving til the video ends.”

#jvkeh #txt smut #taehyun smut #taehyun 18+#i wrote so much n it somehow makes no sense to the request im so sorry bye

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btxtreads · 3 years

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Ghosting || Choi Yeonjun

Part of the Akuma Series ↳ Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

↳ word count: 7.1k

↳ genre: fluff, angst, Miraculous Ladybug!AU

↳ trigger warnings: implied smut, psychotic yeonjun, unmentioned character death, implied character death

The cool morning breeze blew through her hair as she zipped from building to building. The crisp smell of freshly baked bread greeting her warmly as she landed on a large windowsill. A delicate smile painted on her face as she pulled on the package tied to her waist. She pulled open the latch of the window, giggling softly as she jumped in. That’s how Y/N found herself inside Yeonjun’s room—her red and black polka-dotted suit so out of place.

“Yeonjun’s bed,” she gasped, taking a seat on the soft mattress.

She giggled at the state of the bed, unmade and cozy. Black sheets covered the mattress, with white pillows and a gray comforter. Taking a look around, she spotted a running air diffuser, emitting a scent she recognizes as strong black coffee. The television was left open to show Netflix—with various genres of movies on his watchlist. On his desk was an open laptop, with a calendar app left running with the words IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! flashing in bright red colors.

“Oh, right, the present.” She hissed, setting the package down on his pillow. “Card, card,”

She pulled out a tag, picking up a nearby pen by the bedside table and bumping into a small black cat plushie leaning on the lamp. Y/N frowned, picking it up as her brain immediately thought of her partner-in-crime who called in unavailable today.

“I wonder why Chat Noir won’t be in today.” She muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she returned the cat to its proper place and finished writing her card.

With a final smile, she sets the gift down and shoots her yoyo out of the window—letting her body shoot out of the room just in time for the bedroom door to open.

“Spots off.” Y/N called as soon as her feet landed in a dark, narrow walkway in the middle of two condominium buildings.

Light surrounded her figure, turning Paris’ resident heroine, Ladybug, into plain everyday Y/N. She shot her hand out to catch her kwami, a small magical being that grants her the power to become Paris’ savior. With a soft giggle, she reached out to grab a wrapped cookie from her bag to feed to the creature.

“Are you alright, Tikki?”

“I’m fine.” The creature replied cheerfully, nibbling on the biscuit.

“I’m glad.” Y/N chuckles, brushing the kwami’s head delicately. “I hope Yeonjun likes my gift.”

“I know he will!” Tikki replied. “After all, you spent so much time choosing that gift. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

Y/N opened her mouth to reply when a bright light flashed in front of her—a small black and red object shooting past and falling onto the concrete beside her. She screeched, taking a few steps back as the light faded away, leaving the object behind. It was small and round, something Y/N was very familiar with due to her day-to-day job.

“My yoyo?” She asked, hesitantly picking it up. “Where did this come from?”

“It’s not supposed to be here,” Tiki replied. “You’re de-transformed.”

Y/N frowned, turning the yoyo over and opening a latch to reveal two small objects inside. First was a necklace, a black cat pendant embedded with diamonds and another white bunny pendant hanging off of it. Next to the necklace was a small memory card, just big enough to fit into her communication device in the yoyo.

Y/N exchanged a look with Tikki, hands working hastily to wear the necklace before inserting the chip into the yoyo. Inside was a single file, an untitled video. Her hands moved hastily to press play.

What greeted her was herself, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she stared intently at the camera. Behind her stood Hawkmoth, who was speaking to something or someone—she didn’t know. What puzzled her was why she was ignoring Hawkmoth instead of fighting him, or why she was close to tears in the video.

“Ladybug, if you see this, it means I was successful in sending this two years from now.” She said in the video, before taking a shaky sigh. “If you see this, I’m probably dead.”

Y/N gasped, adjusting her grip on the yoyo as she continued watching.

“Look, we did something wrong today. That necklace I gave you—that’s a Miraculous. The bunny charm—it’s the Miraculous of time. You have to come here. It’s two years from today.” The Ladybug in the figure paused, eyes travelling towards something in front of her as a tear runs down her cheek. “It’s something you’re gonna have to fix for yourself.”

Y/N frowned, pursing her lips as her hand shot up to caress the bunny charm on the necklace.

“Please, fix this, Y/N.” The Ladybug in the video pleaded. “Please. I love him, and you’re the only one I can hold on to.”

There was a bright flash of light, a few shrill screams coming from the video before it ended abruptly. Y/N gasped in surprise as she looked over at her kwami, who sat by her shoulder contemplating.

“Well?”

“We gotta help her.” Y/N said.

“What if it’s a trap?”

Y/N frowned, biting her lip as she clutched the bunny pendant—fingers unknowingly brushing the golden fox.

“Then it’s a risk we’re going to have to take, Tikki.” She said gravely, shaking her head before straightening up her back. “Tikki, spots on.”

Ladybug stumbled out of the portal, wincing as she brushed back her hair.

“God, I hate dinosaurs now.” She hissed out as she picked herself up, groaning as she observed the area around her. “Where am I?”

The area around her was only water—the cold breeze blowing past her making her shudder. She glanced up at the sky—seeing it devoid of clouds or even the sun. It was just a dull gray and the moon, which was broken in half. From her position, she could see the Eiffel Tower fallen on the side and submerged in water. From behind her, she suddenly heard a faint melody. The soft voice was melancholy, singing beautifully to the vast nothingness.

Hansungan sarajin neo, sa sarajin

Huimihan yuryeongcheoreom sa sarajin

Heogonge mutgon hae

Nan neohante mwogillae

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, taking a few tentative steps forward before turning around. Her eyes fell on a lone figure sitting on the water tank on top of the roof—eyes locking onto nothing. The figure’s back was hunched, head propped on his hand. The familiar blonde locks she used to run her hand through teasingly was still as messy as ever—she could hear the bell on his suit jungle as he swayed back and forth. It was him—singing beautifully as he smiled at the chaos.

Hansungan sarajin neo, sa sarajin

Huimihan yuryeongcheoreom sa sarajin

Meariman maemdoneun bange

Na honjaseoman tteodora naenae

Nan yuryeongcheoreom

His usual black costume was long-gone—changed into white. His deep brown eyes were now a dull blue. Y/N gasped as he continued to hum and sway. This wasn’t the boy she used to know.

Y/N cleared her throat, voice shaky as she called out to him.

“Chat Noir?”

The boy’s eyes snapped over to her, eyebrows raised and a shocked smile on his lips. He pushed himself off the tank and landed in front of her. A small smile painted his lips as his hand landed on her waist, palm cupping her cheek.

“It’s you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as the boy reached up, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear with a soft smile. He leaned his forehead on hers, brushing his nose on hers. She burned a bright red, clearing her throat.

“Wha-what happened to you, Chat Noir?”

“What do you mean?” He hummed out, closing his eyes.

“I-You’re all—You’re wearing white and your eyes are blue.” She stuttered out, cupping his face. “What’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He answered. “It’s—You’re here now. That’s what’s important to me.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as he leaned his head up, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She felt Chat Noir’s hands climb up her body, brushing against her neck and reaching up to her ears and landing on her earrings. Her eyes widened as she panicked, screaming out as she braced herself against his shoulders, lifting her legs up and kicking him away. Chat Noir winced as he landed on his feet a few feet away. Y/N was already up, yoyo ready to defend her body.

“Chat, what are you doing?”

He chuckled, shaking his head apologetically.

“Oh no. I’m sorry, baby.” He cooed, smiling affectionately. “I must have shocked you. I should have asked.”

“Chat—“

“Can I have your Miraculous, love?” He asked, reaching his hands out. “So that I can make a wish and fix this all up, then we can do what we always dreamed of. We can get married and have kids like we always planned.”

Y/N blinked as she tilted her head in confusion. Chat Noir kept smiling at her, eyes filled with joy and love as he looked at her.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

Immediately his smile fell, eyes wide as he released a shuddering breath.

“You don’t remember?”

Y/N opened her mouth to deny, but her eyes locked onto his. At the sight of the pure pain and despair in his eyes, she shook her head softly.

“No, I don’t.” She whispered. “I’m sorry.”

There was a soft sniffle.

“Y/N, why don’t you love me anymore?”

She shot her head up in shock. Chat Noir’s head was turned to the side, tears free falling out of his eyes and running down his cheeks. Y/N walked forward slowly, eyebrows furrowed.

“I-What did you just call me?”

He didn’t answer. Y/N cupped his face in turned it towards her with a frown.

“Chat.”

“I’m so tired, I’m so lonely.” He sobbed. “I just miss you so much.”

“It’s okay,” she assured. “We’ll fix it.”

“No,” He said, raising his head—an angry glare on his face. “It’s too late, Y/N.”

Before Y/N could reply, he lunged forward to throw a punch.

Yeonjun walked forward, chuckling as Soobin trailed behind him with his arms wrapped around the older boys’ shoulders.

“You’re a grandfather now!” Soobin teased, laughing when Yeonjun shoved him off.

He pushed his bedroom door open, eyes landing at the figure clad in red and black standing by his windowsill. With her back turned on him, she shot her yoyo out, propelling herself out of the room, not knowing that someone saw her.

“Ladybug?” Yeonjun mumbled under his breath, tilting his head as Soobin followed him inside.

“Oh, there’s a gift!” Soobin gasped, pointing at Yeonjun’s bed. “I wonder how that got there.”

Yeonjun turned to him, eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the package delicately wrapped in red paper.

“Is that your gift?”

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “Mine’s still in transit remember? I ordered it too late.”

“Right. Maybe Tae’s? or Beomgyu’s?” Yeonjun hummed, picking up the package.

“Maybe.” Soobin shrugged. “Oh shit, I forgot to order pizza for tonight.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes at his brother, who slammed a hand on his back and greeted him another happy birthday before bolting out of the room. The boy frowned as he turned the gift over to reveal a small card.

Happy Birthday, Junie. <3 Y/N-ie.

“It’s from Y/N,” Yeonjun trailed off. “Ladybug… Y/N?”

Immediately, Plagg, a black cat-looking kwami who gives him the ability to transform into Chat Noir, flew from his pocket to sit on the package.

“No, Y/N probably asked her to deliver the package. You know how nice Ladybug is.” Plagg rushed out.

“Or maybe,” Yeonjun mumbled. “It’s because Y/N is Ladybug.”

“What?” Plagg replied, voice a higher octave than usual.

“I just I can’t believe I missed all the signs.” Yeonjun rushed, running over to his computer and pulling up a photo of Ladybug, then pulling out a photo frame of him and Y/N. “It’s her.”

“No, that’s impossible.” Plagg denied as Yeonjun started sighing lovingly, staring at the photo of Y/N.

It was of him and her in front of the Eiffel Tower. He was leaning on a ledge and Y/N sat behind him on the ledge, arms wrapped around his shoulders and chin resting on his head.

“Yes, it’s possible.”

“No, it’s not.” Plagg denied. “Ladybug is Ladybug, and Y/N is—“

“Ladybug.” Yeonjun smiled, placing the package on his desk and bolting out of his room. “I have to find her.”

“Y/N!”

Y/N turns, eyes wide in shock. Beomgyu, standing next to her with his mouth stuffed full of freshly-baked croissants, pointed at the incoming figure.

“Oh, look. It’s my brother.”

“Did you tell him happy birthday?”

Beomgyu turns to the girl, confused.

“It’s his birthday?”

Y/N rolls her eyes as Yeonjun finally stopped in front of her, figure clad in the jacket she bought for him. He held his hand out, panting as he held his hand out signalling her to wait.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, concerned as she bent down to face him. “I see you got my gift.”

“He’s fine, stop being dramatic, hyung.” Beomgyu snorted.

Yeonjun shot him a small glare before turning back to Y/N.

“I—Y/N—“ Yeonjun stumbled on his words, sighing gently before taking her hands in his. “I’m here to say I love you.”

“Aw,” Y/N smiled. “Love you too, buddy.”

Beomgyu snorted as Y/N reached up to place a kiss on his cheek, hands squeezing his before interlocking their fingers as she turned over to Beomgyu.

“You’re a dick.”

“No, Y/N—“ Yeonjun repeated, turning her back to face him. “I’m saying that I’m in love with you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“What?”

And there, in the middle of broad daylight in the city of love, Yeonjun leaned forward—hands on her waist as he leaned down and kissed her lips as if it was the last thing he needed to survive.

Y/N found herself sprinting across a fallen skyscraper, cursing under her breath as she almost fell through an open window. Behind her was Chat Noir, pursuing her rapidly.

“Come back here, Y/N!” Chat Noir screamed. “I just want to love you again!”

Tears filled her eyes as she hit a fallen wall—trapped.

“You’re making me angry, Y/N.” Chat mumbled. “All I want is your Miraculous.”

“Chat, what happened to you?”

“You did, Y/N. Our love did.” Chat said. “I just want to protect you.”

“And I want to protect you.” Y/N replied.

“I know.” He nodded. “That’s why this happened—that’s why everything went wrong, because you wanted to protect me. It’s my turn to fix this—to protect you now.”

Y/N’s breath was caught, sighing softly as she looked around.

“We did this?”

“Our love destroyed the world, Y/N. This is the result of you and me.” Chat shook his head. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll take care of this. I’ll save you.”

Y/N’s balled her fists, eyes locking with his as she smiled softly.

“It’s okay, Chat. I’ll save you.” she said, raising her foot. “Whatever it takes.”

She slammed her foot down, breaking the latch of the window she stood on. She fell through the hole and into the old decrepit building, body falling into the water. She swam up, raising her head to see Chat looking down into the window.

“I’m doing this for you, Y/N.” He called out.

Y/N didn’t answer, choosing to activate her yoyo and attaching it to her face as a breathing device before diving deep underwater. She exited the building and swam towards the Choi manor—intending to look for her friends—for him. Yeonjun.

Y/N swam past the gates, swimming up to the nearest window—she recognized it as Beomgyu’s room. She threw it open and entered to find a rusty dust figure sitting down on the computer table. Swimming nearer, she gasped to find the face of her best friend. Beomgyu was smiling—his hands still poised over the keyboard of his computer. She reached out to touch his face but his figure faded—just like the things Chat touched with his Cataclysm.

The girl shook her head and left the building in search of another figure—maybe Soobin, Yeonjun or Taehyun—she didn’t really care. She found herself by the media room, looking inside to see Soobin’s figure lying down on the couch. His eyes were closed, perhaps asleep, his hair messy and arms clutching a small, white bunny plushie. It was the old plushie of their brother, Hueningkai, who died a few years ago. Y/’N’s heart broke as she tugged the plushie out of his hands, holding back her sobs as his figure dissolved in the water.

With a cry, Y/N collapsed to the floor. She didn’t find it in her heart to look for Taehyun only to find him dead too. She swore that her soul would break if she found Yeonjun. Without anything else to do, her hands wrapped around the bunny plushie in her arms as she sobbed for her fallen friends.

Yeonjun lied down on his bed, hands clenching and unclenching on the bedsheets as his eyes read the same line over and over again on his notebook. Finally, he set it down and sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

“Let me guess—math?”

He glanced up, an ear-splitting smile appearing on his face as Y/N entered his room.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding. If you do, Soobin let me in.”

“Of course not.” Yeonjun chuckled, opening his arms. “Come here.”

Y/N giggled, walking into his arms and smiling as Yeonjun buried his face on her stomach.

“My head hurts.”

“My poor baby,” Y/N cooed, setting the plastic bag in her hands down and running her hands through Yeonjun’s hair as he looked up at her with a pout. “I got you some tteokbokki.”

She giggled once more, leaning down to press a soft kiss on his lips. Yeonjun broke away with a smile as he brushed his thumb on her face.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful.” Yeonjun smiled before pulling her down onto the bed, manouvering his body on top of hers.

He leaned down once more, placing another kiss on her lips. Their lips moved against each other, smiles on their faces. Yeonjun chuckled as he broke away, trailing his kiss down until he reached her neck. Y/N whimpered as he placed soft kisses on the juncture connecting her neck and shoulder. The boy giggled as he nibbled, licked, and sucked, placing dark bruises and leaving marks all around her neck and collarbones.

“Mm,” Y/N groaned out. “I thought you called me here to study.”

“We’re taking a break.” Yeonjun mumbled, hands climbing up her blouse as he kissed back up to her lips. “Which reminds me, I have something to give you.”

Y/N sat up as Yeonjun stumbled off of her. He rushed towards his desk and procured a small box. He giggled as he climbed back on top of her, handing her the box with a quick peck on the lips.

“Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Open it,” Yeonjun giggled happily, burying his face on her neck, pressing soft kisses here and there once more as he placed his hands back up her blouse.

Y/N hummed, smiling as she felt Yeonjun’s hands dance on her bare waist. She pulled the ribbon tying the box closed and opened it to find a necklace resting on dark blue velvet. She gasped as she plucked the pendant from where it was. Y/N held it up, allowing the diamonds glint under the flourescent lighting in Yeonjun’s room. Yeonjun smiled, head resting on her chest as he observed her smile.

“You like it?”

“I love it!” Y/N giggled, observing the pendant. “It’s so cute.”

Yeonjun hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to put the necklace around her neck. Y/N bit her lip as she giggled.

“I love it.” She repeated, looking back up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Yeonjun smiled back.

Y/N laughed as Yeonjun leaned back down to press another kiss on her lips, hands climbing up to slowly unbutton her blouse as they laid back down on the bed—the black cat pendant on her necklace resting idly on her chest.

The string of her yoyo wrapped around a beam of the Eiffel as she allowed herself to be propelled to the fallen infrastructure. She finds Yeonjun sitting on another beam, looking up at the broken moon in the sky. He was humming to himself once more.

“Chat,” Y/N said, voice shaking. “Please. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, shrugging.

“Please, let me fix this.” She pleaded. “Please, Chat.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” He answered, sighing as he stood back up. “Why don’t you call me by my name?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as the boy crossed his arms. He walked over to her as she pulled herself up the tower, eyebrows furrowing as he cupped her face.

“Y/N, it’s Yeonjun.” He whispered. “It’s me.”

“What?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as he leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, one hand climbing up to rest against his chest and the other running through his hair. Yeonjun tilted his head, deepening the kiss and pulling her body closer to his desperately. Y/N pulled away, biting her lip as she gazed into his blue eyes. Slowly, she raised her hand up and peeled his mask off of his face to reveal him—Yeonjun—the boy she’s in love with. The boy she always will be in love with.

“I—Yeonjun.”

“Yes?”

“I love you,” She mumbled. “I really do love you, and I always have.”

“I know,” he said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You’ve told me.”

“But if—“ She turned her head away from him.

She allowed her eyes trailing to the top of the Choi Manor sticking out of the water. Her mind flashed once again with the images of Soobin and Beomgyu underwater, who dissolved with one touch. It was Yeonjun’s doing—he did it to his brothers, and yet all he thought about was getting her back.

“Yeonjun, if we—if my love for you did this to you,” Her voice shook. “If my love did this to you, I think it’s best I forget about you.”

Yeonjun’s eyes widened in fear as his grip tightened on her waist. One of his hands flew up to bring her head back to face him. Y/N bit her lip as Yeonjun brushed his thumb across her cheek, eyes full of fear and pain as he shook his head.

“No, please,” he pleaded. “It’s not you—It’s not you, or me, love. It’s Hawkmoth.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“What?”

“It’s Hawkmoth.” Yeonjun repeated, placing another peck on her lips. “That’s why we have to fix this. We need everything back the way it was, then I can kill Hawkmoth myself. And then, I can always have you beside me.”

The tight grip on her waist tells Y/N that he won’t take no for an answer, but she still tried.

“Jun, this isn’t right.” Y/N mumbled.

Yeonjun didn’t reply. Instead, he closed his eyes and leans down to kiss her once more. She cupped his face as she kissed back, eyes screwed tightly shut as tears leaked from her eyes. The moment she felt his hands trail towards her earrings, she pushed him away. With a final apologetic look, she dived back into the flood—treading under to the underwater streets of Paris.

“If you care about what’s best for my son, you will leave him.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to process what is being told to her at the moment. Yeonjun’s mother—stoic-faced and elegant, the living embodiment of what rich really looks like—has her emotionless eyes trained on Y/N.

“But—But I don’t understand why.”

The woman looked at her up and down, scoffing.

“Your relationship with my son does not benefit of our family. As our eldest, he shall take over our company—thus, he must be married to someone of his own status.” The woman replied. “If you really are that desperate for one of ours, you may opt for my adoptive son, Taehyun.”

“But—“ Y/N shook her head. “Ma’am, I love Yeonjun. He loves me—we love each other.”

“Love is such a trivial matter.” The woman scoffed, shaking her head. “There are much more important things.”

“And what would you do if I choose not to break up with him?”

“I’d bring him and our entire family back to our estate in Korea. He’ll meet his fiance early, I’ll have someone arranged to meet him as soon as possible. Maybe even get him married earlier, as soon as he graduates from college.” The woman smiled.

Y/N clenched her jaw, shaking in heartbreak and despair as she reigned her tears in.

“Have you ever even considered to ask what he wanted?”

“It doesn’t matter.” The woman spoke with finality as she stood up. “A good son follows the path his parents has set for him. You will be compensated.”

Y/N can only watch, clutching the pendant on her necklace as the woman sauntered out of her living room. Only when she heard the slam of the door and the rev of the engine signifying the departure of the cold-hearted woman did Y/N let herself release a sob.

Taehyun raised an eyebrow as he opened the door to be greeted with Y/N, her entire body soaked in rainwater as she bowed her head. Her figure shook everytime a cold breeze flew past, but Taehyun had a sinking feeling that it wasn’t because of the cold wind.

“I-Is Yeonjun here?”

“Yeah.” Taehyun nodded solemnly before turning around. “Yeonjun-hyung! It’s Y/N!”

There was a loud padding of feet before Yeonjun appeared, scurrying down the stairs. Soobin poked his head out from the kitchen, gazing at the scene before leaving once more.

“Babe, why are you—you’re soaked!” Yeonjun gasped, hands reaching out to pull her into the manor when Y/N stepped back out of reach.

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head in confusion.

“Babe?”

“I—Yeonjun. We have to break up.”

Yeonjun froze. He felt his world fall down around him all of a sudden. He felt his breath get knocked out from his lungs.

“Wh-What are you talking about?” Yeonjun asked. “But—I love you. Don’t you love me?”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N shook her head, taking steps back. “It’s for the best.”

“Y/N, wait!” Yeonjun called out before Y/N turned around and bolted away.

He stepped forward intending to chase her, but a hand held him back. Taehyun’s eyebrows were furrowed as he looked over at Y/N’s retreating figure.

“Tae, let me go. Please.”

“Hyung, you need to give her some time.” Taehyun sighed, frowning and tilting his head. “She’s still not thinking straight.”

“No.” Yeonjun shook his head. “I can’t let it end like this. Please, Tae. Let me go.”

Taehyun opened his mouth to reply but Beomgyu appeared behind him. The boy set his hand on Taehyun’s shoulder, a reassuring look on his face.

“Let him go, Tae.”

“But, hyung—“

“Go on,” Soobin smiled at Yeonjun, a pan of scrambled eggs in his hands as he exited the kitchen. “Get her back. We’ll be waiting here.”

Yeonjun nodded stiffly, prying Taehyun’s hands off of his arm and dashing after Y/N. As he ran, he noticed an akuma following his trail. He gasped in fear as he found Y/N, head turned down as she kicked a pebble on the pavement. The akuma seemed to have increased it’s speed, descending down to land on the girl.

“Y/N, look out!”

Y/N snapped her head up, turning as soon as Yeonjun bolted in her direction.

“Plagg, claws out! Cataclysm!”

Yeonjun reached out, wrapping his hand around the akuma. He froze, eyes locking with Y/N.

“I was so scared it’d get to you before I did.” Yeonjun breathed out. “Are you alright, my lady?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. She looked around before grabbing his arm and pulling him towards a narrow walkway. Yeonjun smiled down at her, taking his mask off with a grin.

“Hi.”

“You knew?” Y/N asked, reaching up to brush her thumb against his cheek.

He leaned his head towards her palm, cupping her hands with his as he grinned.

“I always knew.” Yeonjun mumbled.

“But we weren’t supposed to know.” Y/N replied eyebrows furrowed as she ran her hand through his hair.

He only shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll be alright.” Yeonjun said.

“Will we?”

“Do you trust me?” Yeonjun asked, hands wrapping around her waist as he presed her back against the wall.

Y/N smiled softly, nodding.

“I do.”

Yeonjun smiled back at her, leaning down and kissing her under the rain.

Submerged underwater, Y/N swam as far as she could from Yeonjun. She yelped as she bumped into another human figure, which dissolved into ashes as soon as it had contact with her. Y/N winced as she looked over at the ashes before looking back up at where the Eiffel used to stand. Her eyes widened as she spotted two familiar figures standing side by side.

Her figure had her features contorted in concern, arms posed reaching out and mouth open as if she was in the middle of speaking. Her other hand laid on her chest—as if clutching onto something. That’s when Y/N reached up to her own neck, feeling the black cat pendant on her neck.

She turns to see Hawkmoth next to her figure, eyes glaring into his figure angrily as he shielded himself with his arms. Finding nothing important about him, Y/N shook her head and swam back up to the Eiffel Tower, eyes posed in a glare once she saw that Yeonjun sat on a beam waiting for her. He smiled as soon as her head resurfaced.

“Baby, you’re back.”

“Yeonjun,” she hissed. “What the fuck did you do?”

“It’s over, Hawkmoth.” Yeonjun smirked, as he landed on the floor.

Y/N grinned as she landed on her feet, smiling next to Yeonjun.

“Your reign ends here.” Y/N declared as she walked forward.

Hawkmoth backed away, eyes wide as the two heroes closed in on him. All of a sudden, he smiled, tearing off his mask and revealing himself to the two heroes. Immediately, Yeonjun stumbled back, eyes wide.

“Taehyun?”

“Hello, Chat Noir—or should I say Yeonjun-hyung?” Taehyun greeted before turning over to Y/N. “Would you like me to call you Ladybug or Y/N? Which do you prefer?”

“Tae, what are you doing?” Y/N gasped, hands covering her mouth in shock.

“I had to—I did what I could.” Taehyun mumbled. “You don’t understand. I’m doing this for us, hyung?”

“You’re not making any sense.” Yeonjun growled.

“I’m doing this for Kai.”

“He’s dead. Tae, what are you saying?”

“When we were young, hyung, it was only me, you, Kai, Soobin, and Beomgyu. It doesn’t matter that your parents never came home—we had each other. We were fine.” Taehyun shook his head. “But Kai died. I felt so alone.”

“Taehyun, you had us.”

“I never felt like your brother, hyung!” Taehyun said. “Your parents never forgot to tell me that as well.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Tae.” Yeonjun said, shaking his head. “But Kai—“

“Kai’s not gone yet, hyung.”

“What do you mean, Taehyun?” Yeonjun asked, increasingly frustrated.

Y/N bit her lip as she reached out to intertwine her fingers with Yeonjun’s. She frowned over at Taehyun.

“Tae, please. We don’t understand.” Y/N said.

“That’s alright.” Tae nodded. “I’ll make you understand.”

Taehyun turned around and pulled on a sheet to uncover a glass casket embedded with flowers and diamonds. Inside the casket lied a very familiar child—Y/N remembered him for his bright laugh and endless supply of plushies. She remembered his as a bright sunny day, always ready to greet her with a laugh.

“Kai?”

“Why do you have Kai?” Yeonjun stuttered. “Why is he—Tae, Kai is—Why—“

As Yeonjun broke down, Taehyun grinned as walked forward. All of a sudden, Yeonjun screamed out—hands poised to attack Taehyun.

“Yeonjun, no!” Y/N screamed, making the catboy stop in his tracks.

He looked up at his brother, tears on his face.

“Why?”

“This is for us, hyung.” Taehyun whispered before he grabbed Yeonjun and threw him away.

“Yeonjun!” Y/N screamed as she followed the boys, landing on the ground beside the Eiffel.

“Jun.” She gasped as Yeonjun picked himself up, dragging himself back as Taehyun walked forward.

“Give me your Miraculous, Hyung. We can have our family back, we can have Kai back.” Taehyun insisted.

“Jun, no!” Y/N replied. “Don’t listen to him, you know there’s a price we have to pay if we make a wish.”

Yeonjun blinked rapidly, confused and conflicted.

“Don’t you want to save your brother?” Taehyun insisted.

“Yeonjun, I’m sure there’s a way to save Kai without making a wish—please!” Y/N pleaded.

All of a sudden, Taehyun waved his hand—releasing an akuma that flew into the bell of Yeonjun’s suit.

“Yeonjun, no!” Y/N gasped, tears in her eyes.

As soon as she heard Hawkmoth release his orders for the akuma to take over the boy, Y/N closed her eyes and summoned her lucky charm as quietly as she could. Her hands shook as she moved quickly, holding her hand out to receive her lucky charm—a memory card. She inserted it to her communication device and recorded a message.

“Ladybug, if you see this, it means I was successful in sending this two years from now. If you see this, I’m probably dead.” She hesitated, then shook her head. “Look, we did something wrong today. That necklace I gave you—that’s a Miraculous. The bunny charm—it’s the Miraculous of time. You have to come here. It’s two years from today.”

Y/N paused, her eyes trailing over to Yeonjun as he screamed in pain—trying to fight off the influences of the akuma.

“It’s something you’re gonna have to fix for yourself. Please, fix this, Y/N.” She said, pleading. “Please. I love him, and you’re the only one I can hold on to.”

All of a sudden, a bright light enveloped Yeonjun’s figure. He screamed as his body was swallowed in the light. Y/N cursed as she pulled out the memory card and safely tucked it into the yoyo. She pulled off the necklace Yeonjun gave her, giving it a soft kiss before adding the Bunny Miraculous charm onto it. With a sigh, she used the power of the time miraculous one more time, sending it over to herself two years from now. She just hoped she got it right as she bit her lip.

She looked back up to see Yeonjun. This time, instead of feeding him orders, Taehyun was pleading for him to stop as Yeonjun panicked. Forming in his hand was a gigantic ball of cataclysm. Y/N breathed deeply before smiling at him affectionately.

“Yeonjun, it’s okay.” She spoke. “Let go.”

“But—But—“ Yeonjun mumbled.

“I love you.”

Yeonjun’s eyes filled with tears as the light in his hands suddenly burned bright. In a final moment of trying to save her, he raised his hands up and released his cataclysm. He looked up just in time to see the beam hit the moon—watching as half of it crumbled into dust and floated into space.

He looked back down at Y/N, eyes apologetic as he sobbed.

“I love you so much.”

Then, the world exploded.

“Answer me, Yeonjun.” Y/N growled as she stood back up and shoved his chest. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I didn’t mean to.” Yeonjun mumbled. “It was an accident.”

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head.

“Yeonjun, please.” She said, voice shaking. “Just let me help you. Tell me where the akuma is.”

“The only way you can help is to give me your Miraculous, babe.” Yeonjun shook his head.

“You know I can’t do that.” She replies softly.

Yeonjun huffed and then his face twisted into an angry glare.

“No, I know what this is.” He hissed. “It’s not that you can’t, it’s that you don’t want to.”

“Yeonjun—“

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” Yeonjun spat angrily. “That’s what this is, right? You don’t want me to fix it because you don’t love me.”

“Yeonjun, of course I love you!” Y/N said, holding her hands out. “Please, just listen.”

“No, you don’t love me anymore, so what’s the purpose of this? What’s the purpose of waiting, then?” Yeonjun said, holding his hands up and allowing a bright light to envelop his hands. “I’d just rather destroy us all then.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as the ball of light in his hands expanded. She panicked as she waved her hands.

“No, no, Yeonjun, wait—“ She called out, gasping as he didn’t listen. “No, wait—fine! Fine! I’ll give you my Miraculous, Chat Noir!”

Yeonjun stopped, eyes falling on hers before he sighed. He allowed the light in his hands to disappear before he crossed his arms.

“I’m not Chat Noir.” He shook his head. “Not anymore.”

“You’re right.” She shook his head. “Because you’re always going to be my Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows as Y/N walked forward, hands landing on his chest as she smiled. She leaned up to crash her lips on his, eyes screwing shut as she ran her hand through his hair. She allowed her other hand to run up his chest—hands enclosing on the bell of his suit. She smiled against his lips, pulling it off and cracking it open. She sighed in relief as the black butterfly flew out of the material.

“Time to de-evilize!”

As soon as she purified the akuma, releasing it back as a luminescent butterfly, she smiled back at Yeonjun. His body fell to a heap on the metal beam of the Eiffel, enveloped in light as his Chat Blanc suit faded into his typical black Chat Noir outfit. He raised his head, confused.

“Y/N?”

Y/N opened her mouth to reply before his ring beeped, his body immediately being encased in light as he transformed back into the regular Yeonjun that Y/N always saw. Y/N smiled fondly, kneeling down as she tore her mask off and sealed it in her pockets.

“Hi,” she mumbled, cupping his face. “It’s me, I’m here.”

Yeonjun blinked, looking around and checking his pocket—finding an exhausted Plagg.

“What—Where are we?” Yeonjun asked as he stood up shakily. “Babe?”

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked.

“I am.” Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows. “What happened?”

“I love you.” She whispered. “Yeonjun, I‘m so in love with you.”

Yeonjun smiled as she leaned forward, body draping over his to place a deep kiss on his lips. He giggled as she pulled away.

“I love you, too.”

Y/N smiled before she leaned her forehead on his with a sigh.

“I-I have to go, though.” She mumbled. “I have to fix this, Jun.”

“Fix what?” He looked around. “Did we do this?”

Y/N nodded solemnly, brushing his hair back.

“When I do fix it, Jun, I—“ She bit her lip. “You won’t remember a thing.”

Yeonjun frowned pulling away.

“Why?”

“We’re not supposed to know.” She sighed softly, brushing her hand on his cheek. “But I know this—I love you. No matter what.”

Yeonjun only smiled as he leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on her lips. Y/N bit his lip as she pulled away, making him smile.

“I’ll fix this,” she whispered, placing one last peck on his lips. “I promise.”

She squeezed his hand one more time before bolting away.

“I know.” Yeonjun chuckled, taking a seat on the beam as he waited. “You always do.”

As soon as she found herself back where she started two years ago, she immediately located herself.

“Ladybug!” She called, stopping her past self from opening the latch to Yeonjun’s window.

Her former self’s eyes widened as she jumped down to where her present self was.

“Who—“

“Trust me.” She says, pulling the package out of her former self’s hands.

With a relieved smile, she took her old yoyo and threw it up, using her power to clear everything back to the way it was.

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Y/N immediately smiled, shaking her head as she sauntered off and dropped Yeonjun’s gift on his doorstep instead. She pulled out her yoyo and used it’s communication device to send a quick text to her partner.

Chat Noir, can you meet me at the Eiffel Tower real quick?

As soon as she landed on top of the Eiffel Tower, her eyes fell on a blonde figure clad head-to-toe in black leather. He was gazing at the setting sun with a smile as he swayed in his seat. His bright brown eyes were full of life as he sang a melodic song—something so painstakingly familiar.

Hansungan sarajin neo, sa sarajin

Huimihan yuryeongcheoreom sa sarajin

Heogonge mutgon hae

Nan neohante mwogillae

Y/N bit her lip as she approached him, smiling as he continued his song.

Hansungan sarajin neo, sa sarajin

Huimihan yuryeongcheoreom sa sarajin

Meariman maemdoneun bange

Na honjaseoman tteodora naenae

Nan yuryeongcheoreom

Y/N sat next to him, making him stop his song.

“Oh, you’re here!” He said cheerfully. “What did you need?”

Y/N shook her head, cupping his face with a smile.

“I did it.”

He blinked as Y/N leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Chat—Yeonjun—widened his eyes before he smiled, letting his hands fall on her waist as he deppened this kiss on her lips. Behind them, the sun set—the blue hour starts—as the necklace on Y/N’s neck fades away.

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FUNNEL CAKE | YEONBIN

TOMORROW X TOGETHER FANFIC. DISCLAIMER : THIS IS JUST DONE FOR FUN AND IN NO WAY SHOWS ANY LIKELINESS OF THE ACTUAL IDOLS.

INCLUDES : TRANSMASC YEONJUN ASEXUAL SOOBIN SUMMARY : When Yeonjun took the summer job at the Amusement Park, he had no idea that he would develop a huge crush on the boy that runs the funnel cake stand.

Yeonjun sighed.

He was so bored and there was nothing he could do to combat it due to being in the middle of his summer job. He was a college student, though they were off for summer break and he didn't want to just lay around at his parent's home - so he quickly went to look for a job. His friend, Kai, had been working at the amusement park that always hired high school and college students during the summer and the ravenette was quick to apply and get hired on. He thought he would get to work with one of the roller coasters or be a lifeguard at the waterslides - though he was way off. Little did he know that new hires went straight to one of the games. He didn't even get one of the cool games, he got balloon darts where you throw the dart at the balloon, the prize depending on what color balloon you pop. He had to deal with parents getting mad because their kids couldn't get the stuffed animal they wanted, dad trying to bribe him into giving him one of the oversized prizes at the top. He got yelled at by little kids, cussed at by moms, and even had a few drinks thrown in his face with the claim the game was rigged. That wasn't even getting him started on the dorky hat and shirt he had to wear with the park's name and slogan across each article of clothing and the hat having antlers coming from it due to their mascot being a moose - a FUCKING MOOSE. It was enough to make the male want to die of shame.

He was only three weeks in and he was already hating it, there was only one thing he always looked forward to - and that was the boy who worked the funnel cake stand close to his game. He never caught his name, but he always saw him when he went to and from his breaks. Whenever he handed the sweet deep-fried treat to the customers, his dimples would peek through causing Yeonjun's heart to lightly skip a beat. He was extremely tall and by the way he carried himself he seemed as sweet as the food he sold. Yeonjun wanted to get to know the boy, but every time he would try he would clam up and end up just buying funnel cake - and he was already sick of the food due to having it multiple times a day. He probably thought he had some weird obsession with it now and marked him as weird. Which was more than likely knowing Yeonjun's luck that seemed to be on the course of being on the bad side here lately.

"You look like you want to off yourself." Yeonjun didn't even have to look in the direction of the voice to know who it belonged to. Sporting red swimming trunks and a visor, a white tank top, and aviators Hueningkai made his way to Yeonjun's game booth with a huge smile on his face. "I remember my time at the gaming booths, not fun. Next year you'll move to the food ones. They stay a bit more busy - but you actually don't have to deal with many shitty customers. Most just want their food so they can go back to the rides." The blonde explained as he sat on the counter and laid a plate of funnel cake in front of him. Just seeing it caused his stomach to churn slightly. "What? I see you get funnel cake all the time. I thought you'd like it."

Yeonjun quickly felt bad due to the fact Kai had spent part of his lunch break to get him something despite not needing to. Slowly, he grabbed the fork and began shoving the sugared covered treat into his mouth instantly making him feel nauseated at the sweetness.

"Okay there is no way you actually like this." The blonde chuckled, grabbing the fork from the older's hand and taking the plate. "You look like you're about to be sick all over Molang's head and I really don't want to see you ruin my favorite character by blowing chunks all over it. Now tell me, if you hate the treat so badly, why do you buy it multiple times a day? I watched you buy it just this morning." Yeonjun sighed at his friend's words and he felt cornered.

"I like the boy that sells it. I just haven't worked up the nerve to actually talk to him or ask for his number yet." Kai stopped mid-bite of his french fry before dropping it back into the basket in his hand.

"You like Soobin?" His friend asked, surprise coated his words as he tilted his head to the side lightly.

“You know him?” Yeonjun had known Kai since they were kids and despite their age difference they always got along and the elder considered him a younger brother. They had their own group of friends, but always made time for each other - Kai coming and bugging him on his lunch break was a daily occurrence that the shorter had come to appreciate. It wasn’t abnormal for him to talk about things like this in confide in the younger, though admitting he had a crush did feel a bit juvenile to him.

“Well, Not really. He has been here longer than me. He should be working the tickets up front or sitting in the air-conditioned office for those who set up season-passes for the customers. Though, he has been happy at the funnel cake stand for years and no one really knows why. I will talk to him here and there if we pass each other.” Yeonjun’s eyes glanced over at the stand - he couldn’t see the ebony haired boy from here - but he could imagine the way his eyes turned into crescents when he gave his dimpled smile causing the heart in his chest to do a little flip.

“Damn. THE Choi Yeonjun is whipped for the cute funnel cake stand guy? This is great.” Huening Kai’s loud laughter filled the game stalls causing various stares to be thrown their way as the younger clapped his hands in amusement.

“Can you say it any louder?! His stand isn’t even that far away and with your loud mouth he can hear you!” Yeonjun climbed over the counter of his stand before throwing his hand over the mouth of the taller, who still seemed to be enjoying the stress he was causing his friend. The stares from the crowd continued, but Yeonjun’s eyes could only go to that of the funnel cake stand to make sure the boy in question hadn’t heard it.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by feeling something wet slide over the palm of his hand, making his stomach churn and gag as he pulled his hand away.

“Gahhh- Did you just like my hand?!” Yeonjun screamed as gagged again trying to find something to wipe his saliva soaked hand on.

“You’re such a diva.” Kai laughed before grabbing his basket of food and giving off a salute. “I gotta get going, also, don’t wait up for me after closing. Taehyun and Beomgyu are coming by to pick me up so we can go to the movies.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes as he only responded by flipping Kai off who returned the gesture. The Lucky bastard was lucky to not only score one attractive boyfriend - but two, to say he was a bit envious was an understatement. At first, Yeonjun didn’t like the idea of all of them being together, it felt like a messy situation and that would end up being more drama than it was worth. But seeing them all together quickly caused Yeonjun to change his mind about it - they were happy and they rarely ever fought unless it was in a playful manner. Hopefully one day he would end up as happy as the three of them.

When that thought came into his mind, the sweet boy from the foodstand came crawling back into the center of Yeonjun’s thoughts causing his cheeks to flare a crimson red. They boy really did begin to live rent free in his mind and it was becoming a problem.

The rest of his shift went like it normally did and as he closed up his game stand, he noticed that the lights to the funnel cake stand were still on. Normally Soobin was quick to have everything done and was gone shortly after closing - it was really strange to see that he was still here. As he got closer to the stall, he heard soft sniffles and he should have kept going. It wasn’t his business and the last thing anyone wanted was a total stranger coming up and asking what was wrong. However, when he tried to walk past the stand, his legs wouldn’t let him and he found himself walking up to stand at the window.

“Soobin?” He called and the sniffles stopped as a head full of thick black hair popped up from behind the counter.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed - “ He began but when he saw who it was he stopped. “Oh, its the guy who loves funnel cake..I’m sorry..I can’t make you any.” Yeonjun’s heart squeezed as he watched the taller wipe his eyes with the collar of his shirt before he turned his back to him. He was covered in powdered sugar as he always was and it was in his hair as well causing a huge contrast in the sugar and his dark hair.

“I’m not here for funnel cake, you are normally cleaned up and gone before I leave and then I heard the crying and got worried. You don’t have to tell me and I won’t pry - but do you need help closing the rest of your stall?” His words must have shocked Soobin because he turned and looked up at him as if he had told him he could grow two heads.

“You know we get in trouble if we work at a stall we aren’t authorized to work at.” He commented and Yeonjun shrugged before jumping over the counter. He was trying to look cool but it was the wrong move as his left foot completely went into Soobin’s mop bucket causing it to spill all over the floor of the small shack. Embarrassment spread through his veins and he waited for the taller to tell him to leave, but the sudden giggles that filled the stall caused the older’s ears to perk up as he turned to look at the source of the noise and it caused his heart to squeeze slightly.

Soobin’s eyes formed the cute crescents as his hand covered his mouth while he laughed, his dimples poking through. For a moment, Yeonjun forgot about his wet foot and everything around him. All he could hear was the soft sound of laughter coming from his crush.

“You should do that more.” the elder whispered as he turned around and grabbed the bucket that had fallen over on its side during his epic fail of impressing the other.

“Do what?” Soobin asked, curiosity coating his words as he grabbed another mop to help clean up the mess.

“Laugh. You’re beautiful even when you cry, but when you smile - it's so breathtaking.” Yeonjun had no idea where his newfound nerves had come from, but he hated seeing Soobin cry and he just wanted to make him feel better.

“I think all that funnel cake you eat has gone to your head.” Soobin giggled, turning his head away so Yeonjun couldn’t see it, but he swore, in dimly lit twinkle lights - he saw a soft flush come over the taller’s cheeks.

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Void - Chapter One

SUMMARY | Amidst your world shattering to pieces, the boy you met long ago manages to fit everything back together again. Also - zombies. Lots and lots of zombies.

PAIRING | Yeonjun X Reader feat. TXT

CATEGORY | apocalypse au, end of the world, survival, angst, romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn, etc.

WORD COUNT | 3.1k

WARNINGS | dark content, lots of swearing, some mentions of slightly gore-y topics, weapon possession, etc.

SONG REC | Massacre, The New American Dream - Palaye Royale

PLAYLIST | void playlist

Preview / Chapter One / Chapter Two

It was hard for the boys to remember their old lives - a time before the world burned, before the bodies around them stopped looking like humans and more like rotting flesh - to imagine the memories they shared, the places they had seen, or even the things they had done together. It was hard, yes, but it wasn’t impossible.

Therein lies the problem.

It was hard for them to not be reminiscent of the past, to not be swayed by the memories of their old lives. And it is what haunted them everyday, constantly dragging them down when the only thing they had to do was keep moving.

Sometimes life has a funny way of reminding you that you can’t always get what you want.

12 hours down.

The younger boys in the car were starting to get impatient. Not only because the ride was painstakingly long, but because they were in charge of directions, and not one could read a map to save their lives.

“How much longer?” The youngest asks, picking at his nails in boredom.

“Yeah, where even are we?” The boy near him chimes in, peeking expectedly over the seat at the eldest, who’s now driving.

“Utah?” The blonde smashed in between the two of them asks, looking at the other boy in the passenger’s seat. He opens his mouth to answer, but Yeonjun cuts him off swiftly.

“Idaho,” He corrects him. “Don’t you know how to read a map?”

“He’s too young for them, the only map he’s ever read is Google Maps.” Soobin jokes from beside Yeonjun, legs kicked up onto the dashboard as he sits in the passenger seat.

Everyone but Beomgyu laughs, and then the second youngest next to him is speaking up. “Jun, why did we head North and not East to begin with?”

“Because, child,” Yeonjun says wistfully, “Idaho’s filled with forests, Utah and Arizona have lots of flat land. We’ll have lots of cover here to sleep and make our way East, it’s just easier this way.”

The car is silent as the rest of the boys ponder this, and then one of the youngest speaks up.

“Who made you the boss?” Taehyun grumbles, turning towards the window again.

“He’s the oldest.” Soobin replies, reclining his chair back so he can get comfortable, “He’s also the one driving, so I wouldn’t complain too much.”

The small talk quiets down as the younger boys all decide to sleep, and the second eldest opts for gazing at the green scenery passing by just outside the jeep. It’s not long before soft snores can be heard throughout the car, and the only two left awake are the oldest boys.

When the quietness becomes deafening, only then does Soobin speak.

“Know where you’re goin’ Jun?” He still faces the window. His voice is low - soft.

“A gas station, hopefully. We’re running on a quarter of a tank and if we don’t fill up soon we won’t make it far.”

Soobin breaths out a bitter laugh, and then shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

Yeonjun’s gaze flicks over to his friend, but their eyes don’t meet. He looks back to the winding road and his grip on the wheel loosens just slightly, his shoulders slouching as well. He knows what he means, he just doesn’t really want to talk about it.

“Just East, Bin. You know there was talk of help there. Groups - they could help us.”

Soobin’s already nodding, because he’s heard this speech dozens of times now. Go East, get help. It was his mantra, the thing that kept him going everyday. Problem was, he wasn’t so sure it was possible.

“So what are we gonna do after that, hm?”

Yeonjun shrugs easily, “We’re taking it one day at a time.”

And then it goes quiet, both boys’ minds reeling with their own thoughts and worries.

Soobin is the one to break the silence again.

“I just wanna go home.” He says, voice wavering just slightly, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Yeonjun understands where he’s coming from, and it hurts to see his best friend so miserable.

“We’ll get home. All of us, it’ll be okay.”

Soobin almost laughs, because he knows the truth.

He knows it won’t be okay. It won’t be okay because they’re trapped in some jeep in some state, in a country that isn’t theirs, and the chances of them even finding help are slim to none, let alone getting back home.

Soobin stays quiet.

The drive continues.

“We’re here, you all know the drill.” Yeonjun speaks to the rest of the boys after he finally steers the faded jeep off the freeway and into the parking lot of an abandoned, torn apart gas station just off I-84 a few hours later. Mumbles of agreement sound through the car as seatbelts unclasp, and the boys all prepare themselves for the work that lies ahead.

“I’ll check around the back for any gallons of gas,” Yeonjun explains as he eases on the brake, easily pushing the gear shift into park before unlatching his own seat belt, “Soobin, check for cash. The rest of you, find any food or supplies you can. And for fucks sake, try to stay together this time, got it?”

Yeonjun was used to this - being the one to give orders to the younger boys while simultaneously trying to swallow his own anxiety. He liked to say it got easier as time went on, but it didn’t. It never did.

“Everyone got their weapons?” Soobin asks, giving the younger ones in the back a side glance. They all nod.

The boys all have unique weapons in their possession, but they all have become proficient in using them, as they had no saying in the matter at all.

The youngest - who was, in a way, the least experienced - has a weapon that is as safe as possible for him to use, but can also be used to protect him. A metal mace, designed for clubbing, which he keeps tucked into one of his belt loops, and has aided him since he first discovered it. It hasn’t failed him yet.

The next eldest - skilled, but still clumsy at times - has a weapon much like the prior boys, just with more accessories. The head of his mace contains a spiked, metal ball, meant for piercing in one of the most painful ways possible. He’s used it many times. It’s his favorite.

The newly turned adult - finally getting the hang of this whole apocalypse thing - has a weapon different to the other boys, but still efficient. An axe, sharpened so thoroughly it could slice off a finger in the blink of an eye. He’s lost count of how many zombies he has taken out with it, but he’s proud of himself and his weapon. He’s getting better.

The second eldest - who doesn’t have to use his weapon, or rather, weapons, if he doesn't have to - is as skilled, if even more, than the rest of the younger boys. His weapons: two machetes, kept on him at all times, both slung in their holders at his waist, hidden almost completely by the clothes he wears, but able to be taken out in a moments notice. They haven’t failed him, ever. He knows they never will.

The oldest boy of the group - the newfound leader of them all - has a simple weapon. An aluminum bat, used for baseball or softball, but does a pretty damn good job at blowing zombie skull out as well. The boy has always been confident in his weapon, but more importantly, in himself. He knows he’d be fine with or without it.

“Okay,” Soobin speaks, “Ten minutes, tops. If anyone sees anything, do not keep it to yourself. Kill what you can, leave what you can’t. Don’t take any chances-”

“We got it, Bin.” The youngest replies, trying to ease the black-haired boys’ anxiety. He sighs and then nods, motioning towards the gas station.

“Okay. Let’s go then.”

The boys all pile out of the car, and the fun begins.

They split up, all moving quickly and silently to where they need to be. The three younger boys all stay together, making their way inside to look for food and supplies. The second eldest goes straight for the register inside as well, grabbing a stray crowbar from it’s place leaning against the wall on his way, just so it’ll be easier for him.

The oldest, however, splits off. He heads around the building towards the back, searching for any gas he can find.

“What kind of food are we looking for, Binnie?” The youngest asks once inside the store, rummaging through shelves of boxed snacks and packages of junk food, giving him a momentary glance before searching around again.

“Stuff that’ll last. And please don’t get shitty junk this time, Kai. We don’t need snacks that will slow us down, we need food. A little is okay, but try to get a variety, alright?” The boy speaks, biting on his lower lip as he wedges the crow bar into the register, bending his arms at an angle so he can drive it down and into the compartment. He takes a deep breath before lurching the bar forward with all of the strength he can, the metal groaning underneath it. In a second, the register pops open, and he stumbles forward a bit to make up for the momentum of it all.

“Anything?” Beomgyu asks as he stuffs his backpack with water bottles, looking at the eldest in the room.

“Not much, but it’s something.” Soobin replies, bending his arm back behind his head to keep the crowbar handy in his backpack, sorting through the money in the register after. The boy hums and continues on, moving to help the rest with supplies. The hardest part is almost done. All they have to do now is collect and fill up. And then they will be on their way.

Or else, they would have been, if the blue-haired boy wasn’t having so much trouble finding any gas.

Yeonjun swears under his breath momentarily as he searches the back for anything, sifting through empty containers and wood, trying to find just one gallon. Hell, he’d take half a gallon. Anything to get them to the next stop.

The sun is beating down on the boy, and he stands up straight after a few minutes of searching, sighing in frustration as he does so. He wishes it wasn’t this hard sometimes. He wishes it wasn’t like this sometimes.

Something in his peripheral flashes, and he turns his head to the right towards the corner of the building. His heart rate suddenly picks up as he sees it, finally. A gallon - filled to the very top with gas. Yeonjun could cry right then. It was like heaven on fucking earth seeing it.

The gravel beneath his worn, black dr. marten boots scrapes as he jogs over to the gallon, and he thinks he’s home free, that is until he actually reaches for the gallon.

In the blind of an eye, Yeonjun is suddenly pinned against the brick wall of the gas station, a knife to his throat and an arm bent across his chest, keeping him from moving at all.

His heart drops quicker than it ever has in his life, and he curses himself for being so stupid. And then, after a moment, he realizes what he’s looking at. And this shocks him even more than his own stupidity.

A girl, knife gripped with whitening knuckles and adorned in what he hates to admit is a really sexy outfit, stands before him. Gaze dark and lips curled into a scowl, staring up at him dangerously.

Yeonjun feels like he could cry again. But this time, not out of joy - only pure shock.

“Who are you?” The girl asks him bitterly, voice higher than he thought it would be.

Yeonjun stares dumbly at the girl, vocal cords apparently not working anymore as he hyper focuses on the sharp metal pressing against his adam’s apple. She lets out a sharp sigh before adding more pressure, making Yeonjun’s eyes widen as he lifts his arm up to grip her wrist. His arms - and to be completely honest, everything else - are a lot longer than hers, so he can reach easily. The girl doesn’t ease up, and Yeonjun struggles to let out a choked gasp.

“I said,” The girl repeats, “who the fuck are you?”

Yeonjun hates that he notices how she has a slight lisp, or how nice her teeth are, or even how pretty the light freckles dotting the bridge of her nose are, but he does. After all, he hasn’t been in the presence of a member of the opposite sex for months (un-zombified, he should clarify) and it doesn’t help that she is attractive. So, so attractive.

“Yeonjun.” The boy manages to pant out. This seems to please the girl just the slightest, and she lets off the pressure a bit, letting him breathe finally.

“Why are you here?” She questions him again. He coughs internally, realizing that she really does ask a lot of questions.

“Gas.” Is all he can say around coughs before he lets go of her wrist. The girl lets out a dry chuckle, void of all humor as her eyes flash to the gallon near her feet. She’s glaring at him in no time.

“Yeah, looks like it. Problem is, you were about to steal my gas.” She replies, letting out another deep sigh before her eyes flash with an emotion he can’t decipher.

“Are you here alone?”

Oh fuck, Yeonjun thinks.

He keeps his lips pressed in a tight line as she studies his reaction. Her eyes blow wide as she realizes he isn't, and then she’s yanking his arm away from her to walk him towards the entrance of the station, knife still pressed firmly to his throat.

Yeonjun weighs the options in his head momentarily.

On one hand, he is clearly stronger than the girl - that much he can tell by the way her hand grips his arm shakily, as if using all the force she can muster.

On the other hand, he doesn’t want to be shanked to death by a blood stained knife sharper than Beomgyu’s axe, so he figures it is best to just go along with what she wants. If she was going to kill him, she would have done it by now. That’s something he learned awhile ago.

“Tell whoever it is you’re with to give me everything you both have, and I won’t kill you.” She says harshly, jabbing her knee into the back of his leg momentarily to make him move faster, not realizing he was in a group. Truthfully, Yeonjun has no clue what to do, but he knows he’ll figure it out soon. And if he can’t, someone else will.

Once the girl rounds the corner and steps him up to the entrance, he sees the rest of the boys sorting through food for the trip ahead. He feels his lungs deflate with defeat then, feeling like the shittiest leader on the planet.

He prays the girl doesn’t kill them.

She’s back to kneeing him painfully in the back of the leg, and he clears his throat awkwardly, trying to get their attention.

“We found cash,” Soobin explains as he hears his best friend’s sound, still keeping his eyes trained on the packages in his hands, “Not much, but it’s something. Did you find any-?”

Once his eyes flick up to his friend, he stops talking. His hands drop the food in his grasp and he visibly pales. The younger boys look up as well, all reacting in similar ways. It is silent for a few moments, the only noise being Yeonjun’s ragged breathing, before his friend moves.

Soobin doesn’t waste any time before sliding his machetes out from their holders, the metal sounding sharply through the air as he twirls them in his palms to grip them properly. He steps forward towards the two just outside the exit, gaze dark. Yeonjun has never seen him look so intimidating.

Yeonjun gives his friend a worried look before the tallest lunges forward, already shouting as he takes long strides toward the two.

“WAIT!” Yeonjun screams suddenly, voice thick with fear as the girl behind him yanks him away from Soobin, shielding herself completely with him as the knife presses dangerously hard against his skin.

“Fucking wait!” Yeonjun pants, eyes squeezing shut as he grips onto the girls wrist again, nails digging into her skin as Soobin stands just inches away. His weapons are raised up, ready to slice into what would now be Yeonjun’s ribs if he proceeded.

“Nobody move!” The girl finally speaks up, eyeing Soobin from over Yeonjun’s shoulder, breath hot against his ear. He tries to ignore the small affect her breath on his skin has, and focus on the main problem at hand.

“Come any closer and I will not hesitate to slit his throat.” The girl says, voice visibly shaking as she does so. Yeonjun is still panting.

“Take whatever you want,” Soobin growls, “Just don’t hurt him.”

“Give me everything you have.” She replies. “Everything.”

Soobin sighs and his eyes glance behind him for a second, looking at the rest of the boys frozen in place.

“We don’t have much. Just a little bit of cash and some food and water. That’s it.”

The girl scoffs and Yeonjun feels her knife lighten up just slightly. He doesn’t hesitate to act quickly.

Yeonjun twists out of her grip in a flash, and has the girl pinned to the ground in an instant. Her cheek is against the concrete and her arms are bent back behind her, knife abandoned on the ground. An angry groan leaves her lips as she kicks her legs, and Yeonjun knows if looks could kill, they would all be dead.

“Now that that’s sorted.” Yeonjun groans, motioning for Soobin to grab her knife. The taller boy snatches it up off the ground before walking forward and pressing the heel of his boot against the girl’s lower back. She lets out a moan in pain before glaring up at him.

“I swear to god I’ll kill you.” She seethes, breathing shakily.

“Sure sweetheart,” Soobin rolls his eyes, giving Yeonjun a grin, “But it looks like we’re in charge now. And the question I wanna know is. . .”

Soobin pauses, lips inching up into a smirk now. Yeonjun mirrors his expression.

“Just who do you think you are?”

A/N: PLS ignore any mistakes there may be - it’s 1 am and I haven’t proof read, lol. Enjoy!!!

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