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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Felix has never been one to complain when something is wrong. But sometimes, he needs a gentle little reminder from someone he loves that he's perfect in every conceivable way that matters. And for all the other times, talking anime and school girl skirts with the baby and his favorite noona is just what the doctor ordered.

A/N: For that one nonnie who wanted more JeongLix fluff. I hope this fulfills all your wildest dreams. 💗

(Also, it's canon that if you say Minho's name three times in the mirror, he appears and roasts the shit out of you.)

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, Skz!pack, Poly!skz, Skz!abo, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, skz fluff, fluff, Bang Chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n

Genre: Fluff

Title: Zero Complaints

“Do you think Yuki honestly didn’t know Kaname was her brother that whole ass time?”

You glance up from where you’re hanging your head over the bed, popping the sucker out from between your lips as you meet Jeongin’s furrowed gaze.

“Yes.”

Jeongin heaves a sigh and tosses aside the finished copy of the manga he was reading, annoyance written all over his pretty features, making you want to laugh.

He’s really going through it.

“But-” Felix points out from where he’s lounging beside you, leaning over to snatch your sucker, as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, even as he smiles innocently at you and sticks the candy between his own teeth. He points to the youngest omega. “-she knew at the end.”

Jeongin scoffs, wiggling out from under the weight of your combined legs, huffing as he goes. “Yeah, but then she still chose him over Zero! And we all know, that man was fucking hot, not to mention a trained killer.”

You laugh, dropping your head back over the edge of the bed as he gets up, watching him upside down as he returns the manga to its proper place amongst the extensive collection on Seungmin’s shelf.

“You say that like it’s another reason she should have picked him.”

“It is!” Jeongin protests heatedly. “Guys with a little bit of psychotic energy and the means to kill you are always the better love interest choice, everyone knows that!”

Felix grins around the stick of your sucker at the clearly irritated baby omega. “You’ve been spending too much time with Hyunjin.”

Jeongin sticks his tongue out at the other omega. “You can’t say shit, hyung, you’re like the fluffiest, softest, most harmless guy I know.”

Felix shrugs and takes a long lick of the sucker. “Guilty.”

“You know who could kill you though-” You reply thoughtfully, sitting up as Jeongin throws himself back on the spacious bed by your feet, looking clearly bummed out by the conversation.

Without a thought, both omegas reply back in sync, “-Minho-hyung.”

“What about me?” Minho stops in the open doorway, a basket of laundry propped on his hip, his dark eyes scanning your trio with something akin to dangerous suspicion, expression unreadable.

Jeongin snickers beneath his breath, flicking his eyes first to you and then to Felix, who is trying to bite back a grin and remain nonchalant as he takes another slurp of the lollipop innocently.

“Nothing, hyung.”

Minho narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t enter the room, taking another step in the direction he was going as he says warningly, “That’s what I thought.”

When he disappears from sight, you all let out a collective sigh of relief and Jeongin instantly falls back on the pillows in a fit of wild, chaotic laughter.

“Fuck, that was close.”

“How does he always just appear when you’re talking about him?” Felix gasps out around his own laughter, sucker held between tiny fingers, as he waves it toward the now empty doorway. “It’s like he has a sixth sense or something.”

“He can smell bullshit a mile away.” You agree with a nod and an amused grin in the omegas direction. “Fucking scary, that one.”

Something thoughtful comes across Jeongin’s face. “Do you think if I asked hyung nicely, he’d dress up as Zero with me for Halloween?”

Felix instantly shakes his head, and you choke out a cynical laugh.

“Not a chance.”

“Nope.”

“Who would you be if hyung was Zero?” Felix asks curiously, eyes sparkling with delighted amusement as he eyes the youngest.

Jeongin crosses his arms over his chest with a huff. “Yuki, obviously. But I’d make the right choice.”

“I’d like to see you in a school girl uniform.” You muse thoughtfully, something wicked flashing across your gaze, as Jeongin snaps his eyes to your own. You arch a brow at his look of shock. “What? I bet you’d be adorable.”

“Adorably sexy.” Felix adds, pointing the almost finished sucker at Jeongin to prove his point.

Jeongin snatches the candy from the older boy’s fingers and pops what’s left of it into his cheek with a glare in your direction.

“I changed my mind.”

“Ah, Innie, don’t be like that.” You coo, biting back a smile as you flop down on the bed so your head is in his lap, pinning him beneath your weight and forcing him to look at you as you reach up to pinch the full skin of his cheeks.

He tries to push you away, but not with enough strength to actually do anything.

You smirk up at him, playing with the stick stuck between his full lips.

“C’mon, I bet we could convince Sungie and Bin to do it with you.”

There is intrigue in his eyes now.

“Fuck.” Felix says in almost a groan beneath his breath, stretching out beside the two of you, open hunger on his pretty features as he stares up at the ceiling, eyes far away. “Can you imagine hyung’s thighs in something like that?”

You watch the bob of Jeongin’s throat as he audibly swallows.

You don’t blame him. Saliva is pooling beneath your own tongue at just the thought.

“Maybe we can convince the whole pack to do a group costume. School girl outfits for everyone.” You say somewhat hopefully, because now that it’s been spoken into existence, you absolutely need to see it come to fruition.

“Fuck.” Felix repeats again, sighing hard, as he reaches up to throw an arm over his face, the skin of his throat flushing pink. “Minho-hyung’s thighs too-”

“You know, if you’re all so desperate to see me, you could just ask.”

“Fuck.” It’s your turn to swear sharply, jerking upright in surprise at the unexpected voice from across the room.

Minho is leaning in the doorway, arms over his chest, a smirk on his lips, eyebrow arched at the three of you.

Felix puts a hand over his heart, and you’re sure it’s pounding matches yours.

“How do you do that, hyung?”

Minho cocks his head, eyes going predatory, and you hear Jeongin swallow again.

“Consider it a gift. Or a threat. Your choice.”

You all stare at him as he backs from the doorway, teeth flashing in a dangerous grin as he disappears from sight once more, words echoing over his shoulder as you hear his feet on the stairs.

“Come find me when you’re ready to pitch your ideas.”

Jeongin lets out the breath he’s been holding.

“Fuck, he’s scary.”

Felix nods in agreement, but you don’t miss the hot flush creeping across his throat in reaction to Minho’s dangerous teasing.

“Yeah, but-” He looks thoughtful. “-’psychotic, kill you energy,’ am I right?”

Jeongin blows out a harsh breath and grumbles somewhat begrudgingly, “Yeah, yeah. It’s fucking hot or whatever.”

You grin and settle your head back into the youngest’s lap once more.

“Now, more importantly, let’s go back to school girl skirts.”

*******

“I’m just saying-think about it! Do ghosts have teeth?”

Beside you, Seungmin lets out a long, irritated sigh, and levels a glare across the table at Jeongin that could scorch earth.

“Shut the fuck up, Innie. This is the last time I ever let you join our study group.”

“No, no, he’s got a point.” Yeosang chimes in, tapping his pencil thoughtfully on his chin, the open book in front of him long forgotten.

You shoot him an openly exasperated look of desperation. “Oh my god, Kang, don’t encourage him!”

Jongho blows a harsh breath out through his teeth where he sits on Yeosang’s opposite side, and shoots both you and Seungmin a dead sort of helpless look.

“You’ve lost him. You’re not gonna get him back at this point.”

“Oh my god.” Seungmin groans, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his temples violently, as if to stall the incoming headache. “We’re all going to fail this exam.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jisung scoffs from the beta’s opposite side, snapping his book closed with an air of finality and a smug grin. “I’m gonna ace it.”

“You’re not even in the class.” Seungmin deadpans, and Jisung shrugs, nonplussed.

“Yeah, but if I were, I’d smoke you all.”

“Absolutely no fucking way would that happen.”

“Okay, beta boy, keep telling yourself that.”

“God, I’m going to throttle you.”

“Oh, hell yeah, I’m into that.”

You glance across the table, away from the betas’ bickering, to where Yeosang and Jeongin are now deep into a debate over the logistics of ghostly dental procedures, and let out a long, resigned sigh.

Fuck, Seungmin’s right. You’re screwed.

“Hey.”

You glance over your shoulder at the deep, accented greeting, and see Felix and Minho approaching your table, duffle bags slung over their shoulders, still wearing their work out gear, damp hair tousled with quickly drying sweat.

Their dance seminar must have just ended.

“Hi.” You respond, giving them a little wave of your fingers, as Felix leans over you, his chin on your shoulder, and his gaze sweeps over what you’re currently studying.

You feel rather than see him pull a face.

“That looks hard.”

“It is.” You reply dejectedly, leaning back into his embrace, as his fingers find the knots in your shoulders and begin to massage gently. You groan and sink further into your chair, rolling your neck as Felix’s small, warm fingers work over your tense muscles.

There’s a headache starting to pound behind your eyes.

You glance to where Minho is breaking up the still arguing betas, across the table to Jeongin and Yeosang, and then complain quietly, tiredly to Felix, “Unfortunately, even after hours of studying, I don’t think I’ve retained anything.”

Felix hums in sympathy beneath his breath, and continues to massage your shoulders, the sweet scent of oranges beginning to curl around you the longer he stands behind you.

It’s nice, it helps the headache that’s threatening, and you feel yourself relaxing the more he continues, like a human stress relief lotion.

Omegas will do that to you.

You tilt your head back and close your eyes, before you ask him, “How was the seminar?”

You hear him sigh and crack open an eye to see his lips pull down into a slight frown.

You sit up straighter, suddenly on high alert.

“Felix?”

He shakes it off and shrugs, giving you a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes as his fingers resume their motions down the center of your spine.

“It was fine. Really. I’m just tired.”

Before you can question him more, San and Wooyoung appear, slapping the omega standing behind you on the back in greeting, their own bags still slung over their shoulders, and Felix plasters on a bright smile for the pair.

“Our pretty pixie boy stole the show like always.” San remarks, as if he can sense what you were just talking about, a grin curving his lips upward as he regards Felix with something akin to pride. “Sure you don’t wanna switch out of kinesiology for dance, Lixie? It’s not too late, you know.”

Felix chuckles, and your wolf relaxes slightly at the familiar sound.

“I’m sure. That was exhausting.”

Wooyoung grins sharply in response. “Good choice. Minho-hyung might kill you if you threatened his throne.”

Felix laughs again, holding up his hands to the pair of friends. “I want no part of the ice kingdom, thank you.”

Minho glares at the four of you over Seungmin’s head, that uncanny ability of his surfacing again, and you offer him a sweetly innocent smile before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Speaking of- '' You lower your voice and glance between Wooyoung and San, their faces etching into curiosity at your sudden change of tone. You grin mischievously and arch a brow at them. “-how much convincing do you think it would take to get Seonghwa in a school girl uniform, complete with skirt?”

Felix grins, and it's the first time since he arrived that you’ve seen the expression reach his eyes. You make a mental note to check in with him later.

San looks intrigued. “Probably not much honestly.”

Wooyoung looks downright devious. “Why?”

You lean back in your chair. “Oh, just ruminating on ideas for interpack Halloween costumes, that’s all.”

Wooyoung shrugs, unbothered. “I mean, he’s worn something like that for Hongjoong-hyung before, so it probably wouldn’t be much of a stretch to convince him to dig it out of the old closet and wear it again.”

You fake gag. “Ew. Gross.”

San grins, all sharp teeth and bright eyes. “You asked.”

“Yeah, but there’s such a thing as too much information, mate.” Felix says with light amusement, clapping the beta on the back warmly.

San shrugs one shoulder. “All’s fair in love and war.” His expression grows wicked. “And interpack relations.”

Something like shock ripples across Wooyoung’s face, as if he’s had a sudden revelation. His mouth forms a little ‘o.’

“Wait.” His jaw drops and his expression shifts covertly to Minho, who is currently annoying Seungmin by messing up his carefully color coded notes. His voice lowers to a whisper. “Do you think when Seonghwa-hyung and Minho-hyung were dating-?”

He leaves the question open ended, hanging in the air between all of you, like a bomb about to go off that none of you know how to defuse.

“No.” Felix says in slight disbelief, shaking his head, even as Minho suddenly freezes, narrowing his eyes on the four of you from down the table.

“Uh oh.” You mutter beneath your breath, reaching for your textbook and shoving it into your waiting backpack. “Time to go.”

“We should ask him and find out.” Wooyoung is saying, and San is immediately shaking his head, dragging the omega away from the encroaching alpha with a hand slapped over his mouth.

“Absolutely the fuck we should not.” You’re just standing up from the table, reaching for Felix’s hand, when Minho catches the strap of your backpack, yanking you back into him, glaring down at you as his hand migrates to curl around your forearm, fingers digging into your skin and making you wince.

“Oh, hey, Min.” You say, somewhat breathlessly, trying to go for innocence.

You’re not sure it’s working, judging by the look on his face.

His gaze shifts from you to Felix, and then he reaches out and snags the omega, pulling him toward the two of you even as Felix lets out a surprised little squeak.

You’re sandwiched between the two of them now, and the spice of Minho’s amber in your nose makes you want to sneeze.

“Felix.” Minho says in a low tone, staring right at the omega, and you see him fidget beneath his gaze, and you reach conspicuously beneath the edge of his coat to pinch him, warning him silently not to tell him anything.

Felix winces, as Minho reaches out to snake a hand beneath his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

He knows he can break him. Felix isn’t known for his lies and deception, and for good reason.

“Felix.” Minho repeats, his voice firmer this time, and his fingers dig slightly into the divots beneath your mate’s jaw, making Felix shiver, but clearly not in a bad way.

His scent of oranges spikes in the space between you, making your mouth water.

“What were you talking about?”

Felix flicks his gaze down to you, desperation clear in the dark recesses of his eyes, and then he swallows.

“Nothing, hyung.”

Minho sighs, and without warning, tugs Felix forward roughly, nearly sending him toppling into the two of you. His fingers slide down the omega’s throat, and his expression is thoughtful, as Felix once again shudders beneath his hold.

“Ah.” Minho tsks, letting his gaze sweep over the omega, before he drops it to you, held immobile between their bodies, a smirk curving the corners of his lips. “I’m disappointed, sweetheart. I’d have thought you’d have taught him how to lie better than that.”

You open your mouth to respond, but Minho snakes a leg between your thighs, and all you can manage is a soft gasp at the sudden pressure.

Behind you, you feel Felix freeze.

Minho leans into your space, eyes holding your own, and moves, his thigh creating delicious friction between your own, and you jolt forward, your fingers grasping his shoulders and digging into him as you drop your head, trying to catch your suddenly lost breath.

You manage a glare in his direction, even though your brain is screaming at you for being stupid and stopping this, because you need more.

“Minho, we’re in the library.” You hiss out between your teeth, voice strained, and in response, he rubs you again, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the strangled groan from leaving your lips.

“Oh, I’m aware.” He tilts his head, dark eyes flashing. “But public punishment is just so much more fun, is it not, sweetheart?”

You glare at him, holding his gaze in a silent stare down, and he smirks, before finally dropping your eyes and flicking his attention to the omega standing silently behind you.

“Now. Let’s try this again.” He murmurs, and it takes everything in you to hold still and not use the thigh at your disposal to apply pressure where you need it most.

You won’t give him the satisfaction.

He tilts his head and stares at Felix, a predator appearing in his dark eyes.

“Are you tired, Felix?”

You feel Felix swallow, and then, “Yes.”

Minho smirks. “Very good. Good boy.”

You don’t miss the way Felix shivers at the alpha’s praise, and you clench your hands into fists at your side, trying desperately to ignore Minho’s thigh still pressed against your increasingly wet heat.

“Do you want to go home?”

“Yes.”

Minho hums in approval in the back of his throat, eyes glinting dangerously. “What were you talking about?”

“Seonghwa-hyung in a mini skirt.”

Jeongin appears then, resting his chin easily on Felix’s shoulder, answering Minho’s question without a care in the world, as if he’s completely oblivious to the battle of wills currently happening between the three of you.

Both you and Felix groan simultaneously.

“Innie.”

Jeongin looks suitably baffled, eyes going wide.

“What’d I do?”

Minho arches a brow, looking slightly interested, slightly amused, but there’s not enough in his expression to go off of to give you an answer one way or the other.

He pulls his thigh from between your own and you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He lets his fingers fall from Felix’s chin, but his sharp gaze remains on the omega as he asks, softer this time, “Do you want to tell (Y/N) what happened at the seminar?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Felix swallow, and then he lifts his chin.

“No.”

Minho stares at him for a moment longer, and then nods in response, reaching into his back pocket for his phone.

“Okay.”

He glances between the two of you as he pulls up the brightly lit screen. “Call the rest of the pack. We’re going to that stupid little rundown bar the two of you are so misguidedly fond of. It’s been awhile since we all blew off some steam together.”

Your eyes light up, and you smell Felix’s sudden excitement in the way his scent sharpens.

“Seriously?”

Behind you, Jeongin does an excited little jig.

Minho rolls his eyes, nodding as he holds the phone up to his ear.

“Yes. But hurry up before I change my mind.”

******

“It was a joke, baby. I swear.” Jisung tosses his hands so wide that he nearly knocks over a couple of drinks, Hyunjin still glaring narrowly at him like he’s not entirely convinced he believes the floundering beta.

“You gave my number to Choi Yeonjun freshman year as a joke?”

“I mean, yeah?” Jisung looks around the table as if for support, but you all give him the same blank look, knowing better than to get involved in their little fights.“Why else would I do it?”

Changbin arches a brow between the two as he takes a sip of his beer. “I wasn’t aware you guys knew each other freshman year.”

“Oh, we didn’t.” Jisung waves a hand in dismissal, reaching for his own glass of alcohol. “But Minho-hyung knew Seonghwa-hyung, and I asked him who the biggest prick he currently knew was and he gave me Hyunjin’s name.”

Across the table, Chan chokes on his drink and Jeongin cackles loudly with unbridled amusement from beside you.

“Fuck you.” Hyunjin bites out, tossing back the rest of his own drink as he pushes back his chair to head to the bar for another.

“I’d let you.” Jisung wiggles his eyebrows at him suggestively as he stands, narrowly avoiding being hit upside the head as the disgruntled omega passes behind his chair.

Beside you, Felix lets his head drop onto your shoulder with a heavy thunk and a contented sigh, and you glance over to him, noting the cute red splotches on his cheeks and nose from the sake he’s currently drinking.

Felix is normally touchy on any given day, but buzzed Felix is even more affectionate.

It’s always been on the list of endearing things you love about him.

The conversation between your mates has drifted onto other things around you, and you use the opportunity to press a kiss against Felix’s warm forehead, brushing his hair out of the way as you ask in a low, soft voice, only heard between the two of you, “What happened today, Lix?”

He sighs, and you think he’s going to clam up again, but instead, he burrows closer to you and rubs his nose along the fabric covering your shoulder before he says quietly, “It really wasn’t that big of a deal.”

You angle your body to face him, lifting his chin until he reluctantly meets your gaze.

God, he’s pretty.

“Baby.” You murmur gently, letting your fingers trail the line of his jaw, down the column of his throat, across his scent gland. You don’t miss the way he visibly relaxes at the targeted touch. “If it’s bothering you, then it’s a big deal.”

He drops your gaze, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, his brow furrowing. You resist the urge to reach out and smooth the expression over.

He doesn’t need you to fix anything right now, he needs you to be patient and wait.

It’s not something your alpha has ever been very good at.

Felix sighs and flicks his gaze briefly across the table to Minho, who is currently listening to something Chan is telling him with a fond, amused look on his face.

“It’s stupid.” He protests halfheartedly once more, but you don’t say anything in response, waiting for him to continue.

Finally, he glances down at his fingers clenched in his lap, and says quietly beneath his breath, “The instructor called me up. As an example. Said I was doing everything perfectly.”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding, and give him a gentle smile, but he still doesn’t meet your eyes.

“That’s good, right?”

“Yeah, but.” Felix blows out a harsh breath between his lips, gripping the fabric of his sweats between his fingers. He shakes his head slightly, and the scent of oranges bitters, putting you on edge. “He called me ‘the perfect omega.’ Kept going on and on about how I have the ‘ideal build’ and the ‘right body for the job’ and ‘my expression was soft and open and exactly how it needed to be for something like this.’”

Ah. There it is.

Very few people outside of the pack know how much comments like that bother Felix. He’s always been regarded by others as ‘the perfect omega’-gentle and empathetic and lithe and soft spoken, swathed in pastels-but like Hyunjin, he’s never just wanted to be seen as a pretty face, a by-product of his subgender.

Of course Minho would’ve instantly picked up on how uncomfortable your shared mate was as soon as the instructor started talking about that shit.

You reach out and slowly, gently unclench his fingers, one by one.

“Baby.” You murmur, and when he doesn’t look at you, you slide a finger beneath his chin and repeat yourself. “Lixie. Look at me.”

He does so, albeit reluctantly, and you tilt your head, studying him, your eyes holding his own.

You see him relax slightly as you begin to radiate calming pheromones.

“None of that is untrue.” You start, and he sucks his bottom lip back between his teeth, even as you reach out and swipe your thumb over the plush skin to free it once more. “But you also absolutely know that none of that defines you either. None of that is even remotely important in making you you.”

The corner of his lip curves up into the start of a small, unconvinced smile.

You clench his fingers tighter between your own, sweeping your gaze slowly across his face.

“Lee Felix is not just ‘the perfect omega.’ In fact, when I think of you, that’s not even a blip on the radar. But do you want to know what is?”

Felix hesitates, and then he nods, and you let out the breath you’ve been holding, squeezing his hands between your own.

“The Lee Felix I know is the only person who can make Minho laugh on a bad day. He’s the only one who knows exactly when Seungmin is too much in his head for his own good and can pull him back out again. The only person I’ve ever seen able to convince Changbin to skip leg day and stay home for snuggles and a movie instead.”

Felix cracks a smile at that, and you feel yourself start to warm with relief from the inside out.

You chuckle, releasing one of his hands to sweep some hair back off his forehead, lingering when you feel how soft the strands are beneath your fingers.

“He’s the single most important person in Hyunjin’s life, the only one besides his moonmate who truly knows what it’s like to only be seen for your pretty face or your label society has given you. He’s also the only person-and I know this for a fact-that Jisung has ever shared his childhood blanket with. Willingly at least.”

Felix laughs, and his eyes shimmer a little, as you stroke a finger down the high arch of his cheekbone, marveling at how smooth his skin is beneath your touch. You trace a line across the constellation of freckles that spatter his nose.

“He’s the only one Jeongin ever lets see him cry, the only person who can pinpoint exactly when Chan is having a bad night for sleep and sneaks into his bed so he’s not alone, and the only person on the whole goddamn planet that MeiMei loves more than me.”

Felix sniffs and wipes a hand across his nose, and you reach up and brush a tear from his lash line before it can completely fall.

“The Lee Felix we all know, and love, is all that and so much more, subgender be damned. And I need you to remember that for me, baby. Always. Promise me.”

Felix nods, sniffing once more, and swipes at his eyes before he downs the rest of the sake in his glass.

His scent is clear now-sweet and crisp and untinged.

Across the table, Minho quickly glances in your direction from where he’s still in conversation with Chan, as if he can sense the shift in Felix’s demeanor for the better, and he arches a knowing brow, a sudden slight lift to his lip that silently praises ‘good girl’ which is clearly meant for you.

Your alpha stops clawing at the pit of your stomach.

Behind you, Jeongin leans into your space, resting the sharp jut of his chin on your shoulder. You can feel the concern for his hyung radiating off of him in waves, the spice of cinnamon filling your nose.

“You okay, Felix-hyung?”

Felix nods again, and lets out a little watery laugh, fixing the youngest with a gentle, affectionate look.

“Yeah. I am now.”

You grin and drain your own glass before glancing at the two omegas you’re currently sandwiched between.

“You guys wanna get out of here?”

Felix nods. “Yes please.”

Jeongin grins deviously, sharp teeth on display.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

*****

“You’re literally so pretty, hyung.” Jeongin comments wistfully to Felix, where he’s currently braiding the older omega’s long hair, still wet from the bath they had just left a few moments before.

You enter the room, pulling down your sleeves and drying your hands after draining the water for them, and arch a brow as you watch the two of them fondly.

Jeongin glances up at you with large, dark eyes. “Right, noona?”

Maybe it’s the lingering warming effect of the alcohol from earlier, or maybe it’s the effect the combined cocktail of their scents has on your body and mind, but whatever the reason, you agree truthfully, fervently, without a second thought.

“So fucking pretty.”

Felix blushes, his tan skin going rosy beneath his freckles, and looks away from your heated gaze, his throat bobbing in a silent swallow.

You settle onto the bed beside them, watching, enraptured, as Jeongin’s long, lithe fingers easily work a perfect french braid into Felix’s blonde hair.

Your gaze drifts to the youngest omega’s side profile, sharp and fox like, and you admit, again without thinking, into the silence between the three of you, “You’re also really fucking pretty, baby boy.”

Jeongin’s fingers falter, and he shoots you a surprised, wide eyed look, as if he’s caught off guard by your honest sentiment.

“Right, Felix?” You echo the youngest’s query from earlier, glancing to the omega currently sprawled between the other’s legs.

Felix nods instantly, tilting his head back to study Jeongin’s slowly reddening face with an almost reverent expression.

“Yeah.”

Jeongin flushes all the way to the roots of his hair, and muttering something that sounds pretty close to ‘shut up’ under his breath, he goes back to playing with Felix’s hair, doggedly avoiding both of your eyes now.

Silence stretches, Felix humming a soft little tune to himself under his breath, and you find yourself watching them again, lost in the way Jeongin’s fingers deftly weave Felix’s hair into intricate patterns, the way that Felix’s shirt-one you vaguely recognize as Minho’s-slouches off his shoulder, revealing the shiny pink skin of his mating mark.

The sight sends a shiver of delight down your spine, your wolf instantly triumphant.

Mine.

“Fuck, I love you.” You say out loud without really meaning to, caught up in the moment, your heart all sorts of stuttered in your chest, your entire body warm.

Jeongin scoffs. “I mean, I would hope so, noona.”

“No, but like-” You fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to make them both understand.

Everything inside of you is currently humming with the rightness of this situation.

“It’s the kind of cheesy, sickening love that makes people do stupid things. The sort of love that you hear about in fairy tales, where the prince gives up everything for the princess, or the whole world is righted just by two people finding each other. It’s that feeling you get when your stomach leaps before the edge of a rollercoaster, or the way you feel eating your favorite childhood food that your mom made special only for you. That’s the kind of love I’m talking about.”

You take in a breath, pondering in the lingering silence for just a moment, and when you look at Jeongin, his nose is scrunched in open disgust, his lips pulled into a dramatic grimace.

“God, noona, who knew you got so sappy when you drink?”

“She’s always sappy, even when she hasn’t been drinking.”

Minho appears then, dropping a blanket onto the bed on top of all of you, and there is immediate panic in Jeongin’s eyes as he scrambles to sit up straighter and blurts out, “We weren’t talking about you!”

Minho tilts his head with a predatory look, watching the youngest sweat for a moment, before he replies easily, “Oh, I know.” He motions to the blanket he’s just delivered. “Hyunjin said you were having a sleepover, so I thought I’d bring back the blanket I washed earlier. It’s Lixie’s favorite.” He gives the omega a knowing wink.

You bite back a smile as you watch Jeongin relax just a little.

“Thanks, hyung.” Felix gives the older man a grateful smile and grabs the blanket, raising it to his nose to inhale the scent of laundry detergent.

Minho nods and leaves for the door without another word, pausing in the frame for a moment to say, “Oh, I have seen it by the way.”

The confusion must be apparent on your faces, because his lips curve into the hint of a smirk as he leaves the room as quickly as he came, but not before tossing out casually over his shoulder, “The school girl outfit.”

He disappears, like he hasn’t just dropped a bomb, and Felix shoots you a disbelieving look, eyes wide.

“Fucking-”

“-hell.” You finish for him, nodding slightly, jaw slack.

Jeongin looks lost, glancing between the two of you.

“What? What was Minho-hyung-?”

You move at the same time Felix does, pouncing on the youngest omega as you slap your hands over his mouth, pinning him down and tickling him into submission beneath the two of you.

“Don’t. say. his. name.”

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year

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Ideal Types: SKZ Edition

Disclaimer: This is all theoretical and unconfirmed, I am going to attempt to keep this post gender neutral as well.

Bang Chan:

His Libra stellium means he wants someone who's a version of him, he's attracted to people who have a similar mindset to him.

He's attracted to legs, booty and thighs and someone who has a 'grunge/athleisure' type of aesthetic.

Lee Know:

Lee Know is attracted to that perfect combination of adventure and habit, someone who will do random spontaneous things and keep a schedule.

He is attracted to stomach, hips and booty and has a preference for neat, modest and minimal appearance.

Seo Changbin:

Changbin is attracted to people who are natural mediators and who are authentic in their personality.

He is attracted to stomach, hips and booty and likes people who have a 'feminine' and 'soft' appearance, full lips, thick eyelashes, round faces etc.

Hwang Hyunjin:

Hyunjin is attracted to people with a strong work ethic and have a natural 'caring' personality who loves helping others.

He is attracted to hair, face, chest (boobs), feet (maybe...I'm very sure), and hands.

He is attracted to people who have a 'dreamy' appearance, who have nice hands and a gentle voice.

Han Jisung/Felix Lee/ Kim Seungmin:

All these men have a Libra Venus so they are attracted to people who validate their masculinity and who value tradition.

The biggest difference is Mars placements, Han and Felix are both Leo Mars so they are attracted to booty, backs and hair and prefer partners with a more 'glamorous' appearance.

Seungmin is a Virgo Mars so he prefers partners who have a more 'down to earth' and 'next door' type of appeal.

Yang Jeongin:

Jeongin's Aquarius placements means the 'I'm not like other people' style and personality. His type is extroverted, spontaneous, the 'wild' persona.

He's attracted to booty, hair, face and funnily enough, groomed eyebrows.

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APOLLO’S CREED

The Tempest’s Whisper

Amidst the tumult of crashing waves and howling winds, Ethel perched on the rugged cliff, her eyes fixed on the tempest. The sea, relentless in its fury, hurled itself against the ancient rocks, seeking solace in their unyielding embrace. Salt spray kissed her cheeks, a baptism of chaos and longing.

Her dress, once elegant and pristine, now danced with wild abandon. Its silk billowed like a wounded seabird, caught between heaven and earth. Ethel’s hair, unbound, flowed like a cascade of sun-kissed petals—each strand a fragile thread connecting her to the tempest’s heart.

Calm Amidst Chaos

Yet Ethel’s face remained serene, a tranquil pool amidst the storm’s maelstrom. Her eyes, the color of forgotten constellations, held secrets—of love lost, of battles fought, of wounds etched into her very soul. She was a survivor, weathered by life’s tempests, yet unbroken.

The prince she awaited was no ordinary suitor. He was Hwang Hyunjin, a healer—a sorcerer of hearts and bodies. His touch mended bones and stitched together fractured souls. Ethel’s wounds ran deep, invisible scars etched by betrayal and loss. She had sought him across realms, guided by whispers carried by the wind.

The Promise of Healing

As the storm raged, Ethel traced the outline of her own heart—a map of jagged coastlines and hidden coves. She had loved fiercely once, only to be shattered by love’s tempest. Now, she waited—for the prince, the enigma who held the elixir of renewal.

Would he come riding on a steed of moonlight? Or would he emerge from the churning sea, his eyes reflecting the depths of forgotten shipwrecks? Ethel cared not for appearances; she sought solace. Her heart, like the wounded seabird, yearned for healing wings.

The Arrival

And then, as if summoned by her longing, he appeared—a silhouette against the storm. His cloak billowed, defying the gale. His eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, met hers. Ethel rose, her dress clinging to her legs, and stepped toward him.

“Are you the one?” she asked, her voice carried away by the wind.

He nodded, and his touch was gentle—a whisper against her skin. Ethel felt warmth seep into her bones, knitting fractures, sealing wounds. The tempest abated, as if it too held its breath in reverence.

A Healing Kiss

“Your wounds,” he murmured, “are echoes of love’s battles.”

Ethel leaned closer, her lips brushing his. In that kiss, she tasted salt and redemption. Her heart, once shattered, pulsed anew—a constellation reborn.

The prince—the healer—held her, and the storm receded. Ethel’s face remained calm, but her eyes sparkled like stars. She had found her sanctuary amidst chaos, her prince amidst tempests.

And as the waves retreated, they stood together, two souls entwined—a beacon of healing in a world forever seeking solace.

Dear reader, may you find your own prince or princess, whether in storms or calm seas. For love, like the tides, knows no bounds.

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starrgaziinggg · 2 years

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BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER FIVE

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

chapter five

Dinner this Friday night was at Felix's apartment. He normally cooked really yummy food, and you especially looked forward to his signature brownies, his speciality. He made them every time you had dinner at his, often trying out different variations.

Everyone arrived at Felix's apartment at a relatively similar time. His apartment wasn't huge but it was much bigger than yours, and he had decorated in a cosy minimalistic way. He always had candles burning so it even smelled cosy.

You were wearing a pair of white joggers, a white top and a pink cardigan, opting for comfort since you knew Felix would probably put on a movie for you all to watch after dinner. He loved the movie tradition, so still tried to keep it up when he could.

The other boys were dressed similarly, bar Hyunjin who was wearing loose fitting black trousers and a blue jumper, dressed smartly as usual. His black hair was down and straight again, and you'd noticed he had cut it slightly shorter, it looking more like a mullet than his signature long hair. In addition to Hyunjin, Minho had also changed his hair. He now has it a bright shade of purple.

"Hey, Violet. You're turning violet," Seungmin mocked when he saw him, quoting a line from Charlie and the chocolate factory in English. Minho probably didn't even understand, but stuck his tongue out anyway.

"I really like it. It suits you well," you said, ruffling his hair as you sat in your chair. "What caused the change?"

"Changbin said I was looking boring, so I thought I'd change my hair colour. Then Jisung and I played Rock Paper Scissors. If he won, it was purple and if I won, it was silver."

"I can take a wild guess at who won," Jeongin laughed, taking the seat beside you.

"I said you looked boring because you were playing sudoku, not because your physical appearance was boring," Changbin said with a smirk.

"Oh."

The look on Minho's face was priceless, and sent you all into fits of hysterics. He'd basically dyed his hair for no reason.

"Oh well, doesn't matter since it looks good," Jisung's said, catching his breath. At that moment Felix walked into the dining room with two trays of food and a huge smile on his face. It looked and smelled delicious, and you all starting eating straight away, falling into natural conversation as usual.

"I hope you all like it. I tried something different so I just followed the recipe, so if you don't like it I can make something else," Felix said as he started filling everyone's glasses.

"It tastes great, Lix," you said. Felix loved experimenting with different types of food and nine times out of ten it worked out well.

"So, Changbin, how's Myeong doing these days," Chan asked. Changbin instantly had a smile on his face from the mention of his girlfriend.

"She's good. We stayed in that new hotel that just got finished the other day - it's incredible. Fully recommend."

"We've not seen her in a while," Seungmin says to him with a cheeky grin. "Why are you hiding us from her."

"Because you are all so annoying and I won't subject her to the torture of spending time with you all," Changbin shot back, smirking at Seungmin and continuing to eat his food.

"Talking about dating," Jisung says, directing his question to you. "How was your date the other day?"

"Oh shit, here we go," Felix rolled his eyes with a laugh. You'd been continuously texting him about how dreadful your week had been, so he knew all about your disastrous dates.

"Absolutely fucking awful. He was probably one of the most ill mannered, dull men I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. I may as well have gone on a date with a rock. In fact, that would be discrediting the rock," you started, dramatising your experience.

"Oh now she's not going to shut up. I've had the brunt of it all week," Chan laughs with a shake of his head.

"No wonder! I swear you're finding these freaks on the street and paying them money to take me on the worst dates they can muster. Honestly, I think that Chimpanzee Steve was a better date than these buffoons," you laughed.

"Oh my god, remember him? He was the sweatiest boy I'd ever met," Jeongin laughed, reminding you of the guy you had dated for a couple months when you were younger. He had so much hair, and sweated from being constantly nervous around you that the nickname Jisung created for him stuck.

"I don't remember this guy," Hyunjin said.

"I think it was before your time, if I'm remembering correctly," you say to him and he gives you a small smile.

Everyone had finished eating by this point, so you and Jeongin began collecting plates and tidying up as the rest of the boys headed through to the living room. You don't know how your tradition of doing the dishes with Jeongin started, but you vaguely remembered losing a bet a long time ago and this being the result. You didn't mind it though, since it gave you time to talk to your friend.

"When's your next date?" He asked you as you were doing the dishes.

"Tomorrow. I've told Chris if it doesn't go well then I'm done with blind dating but he's insisting I keep seeing people until I find someone I'm interested in, it's infuriating."

"Why don't you just not go? Chan can't exactly force you to date," he said, making an extremely good point. You could really easily just not show up to these dates, but that would leave someone sitting waiting for you to show up and that would be unfair.

"What else would I be doing on a Saturday night? It makes Chan happy to see me going out. He told me he was worried about how stressed I was getting with my exams and everything, so I feel like I'm keeping him sane by following along with it," you explain.

Jeongin nods in understand, his adorable dark curls bouncing as he does so. He was wearing his glasses today, with a blue hoodie and grey joggers. You had no idea why Jeongin didn't date more, he had the looks and personality to.

"Enough about me, how's your love life at the moment?"

"Other than nonexistent, it's great," he replied with a grin. You rolled your eyes. "I'm just settling into this new job. I want to feel stable and secure before I even think about starting to date. I'm only twenty two, anyway. It's not as if I'm desperate for a girlfriend."

"Fair enough. It's my birthday soon, we can go out and I'll fix you up a woman," you said cheekily and he swatted you with a dishcloth.

"Shut up, I don't need a woman. You're enough for me right now, though I may not call you a woman... maybe a pig, or a donkey."

"Oh you're getting it, you little shit," you almost screamed, soaking the dish towel in the dirty water in the sink as you started chasing the younger boy around for being so cheeky to his elder.

"Okay! Okay, sorry noona! You know I love you!" He laughed. You both finished doing the dishes relatively peacefully and joined the boys in the living room.

"We've chosen a movie!" Jisung said excitedly. The boys looked adorable, cosy on the sofa with blankets and cushions. Felix, Jisung and Changbin were on one sofa, the beanbags were taken by Chan and Minho and Hyunjin was on the other sofa. Jeongin sat next to Hyunjin and you sat beside Jeongin, pulling a blanket up over your shoulders.

"Oh god, here comes Howl's Moving Castle for the millionth time," Jeongin groaned.

"Nope, he's gone for something else for once," Minho said with a smirk. You watched the tv as Spirited Away started playing and you couldn't hold back a laugh. "Albeit another one we've all seen a million times, but different all the same."

So you all settled in. You couldn't hide the fact that you adored this movie - it was one you grew up watching and it held a soft spot in your heart. It made you think of your mum, who you missed dearly. She'd decided to move back to Australia, where she had spent her teenage years growing up. That's how she met Chan's mum, who then all moved to Korea to raise their children. You were an only child, but growing up with Chan and his siblings made you feel as though you weren't. You hadn't seen her since your twenty first birthday, and you couldn't wait until you had money to spare to go to Australia to see her again.

Around halfway through the movie Felix's brownies were finished cooking, so it was paused so he could get them. Hyunjin went to help, and when he returned he sat on the other side of the sofa so he was beside you rather than Jeongin. You didn't think much of it and started paying attention to the movie as it was played again.

"These brownies are probably your best yet, Lix," you said. "What's in them?"

"White chocolate and raspberry. Weird combo for brownies but I think it works," he replied before Minho shushed you both. You rolled your eyes and finished your brownie, snuggling back into the sofa and continuing to watch the movie.

Beside you, Hyunjin passed round the tub of brownies again. When you asked for another, he passed it to you and you had no idea whether it was your imagination, but you felt his fingers linger on yours for a split second longer than normal. He looked at you with a smile and those big brown eyes and you thanked him politely.

You didn't know what was going on with him recently, but you could feel there was something off with you two. He was never normally this nice to you, often opting for bickering instead. It was starting to freak you out.

You didn't think about it much though, because you felt your eyes getting heavy. It was a long movie, and the cosy peaceful atmosphere that had settled amongst you all was tiring you out. It felt nice to not have clanking and banging in your ear constantly.

You finished your brownie and felt your head slowly falling, struggling to stay awake. It happened a couple times, your head slowly falling forward until you catch yourself. You're almost fully asleep when you feel someone placing your head to the side to steady it, and you stay there, sleeping peacefully.

You wake up the next morning to Felix, staring at you right in the face. You almost jump out your skin, absolutely petrified.

"What the fuck, Lix? What time is it?" You ask, startled. It was bright outside, and the last thing you remembered was watching the movie with the boys.

"Half nine. You're still at mine, by the way," he giggled. "You fell asleep during the movie and when everyone left you were still out for the count. We were gonna wake you up but Hyunjin said to just let you sleep since you probably wouldn't get any if you went back to your own apartment."

"Oh god, sorry Lix. I didn't mean to crash here, I was clearly just so fucking tired."

He waved his hand as if to say 'it's no problem'.

"Do you want some pancakes or something? I'm starving," he said, helping you up off the sofa as you wander into the kitchen.

You only nod and smile, happy with having a full night of sleep and knowing your friends care about you more than anyone else does.

CHAPTER SIX HERE!

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minminyoonjii · 1 year

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Stray Love Haven Day 17 : [Hwang Hyunjin/Kim Seungmin]

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💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.4K Seungmin walked through their dorm, "Hyunjin hyung?" he called out, taking down his designated mug from the cupboards. Hyunjin skipped down the stairs, holding his paintbrush in hand, "Yeah?" he asked, setting his brush above his ear. Seungmin sipped his water, holding a plain appearing box "Pixie sent me a text saying I had a package addressed to me," he said, pursing his lip. Hyunjin chuckled, "Well open it. If Pixie said it's for you, it's for you for a reason," he said, wrapping his arms around Seungmin's waist.

Seungmin sighed, cutting open the box "Here goes nothing," he muttered, opening it. The duo stared at the item for a bit, "It's just a leather pouch," Hyunjin said, hooking his chin on Seungmin's shoulder. "I don't think so. I've seen this pouch before," he said, reaching into the box. Metal clanged against each other, making Seungmin halt his movements, "It can't be," he scoffed, holding his breath from the absurdity.

Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows, "What is it?" he asked, holding the leather pouch from himself. Seungmin whined, face flushing red from embarrassment, "Don't open it," he said. Hyunjin smirked, fiddling with the clasp of the pouch "Why shouldn't I?" he teased, opening the clasp before Seungmin could say a word. Seungmin covered his eyes, hearing an audible gasp coming from Hyunjin, "You kinky bastard," he teased, chuckling.

Seungmin whined, ears burning red "Shut up," he grumbled, peeking through the slits of his fingers. Hyunjin whistled, "It's not even one, it's a whole set," he said, pulling out one of the rods. Seungmin huffed, "I didn't expect him to buy one," he grumbled, staring at the variety of diameters. Hyunjin laughed, "Someone needs to tame our wild little Pixie before he goes exposing everyone's kinks," he said. sliding the rod back into its slot.

"So sounding, huh?" he asked, resting his elbow on the counter. Seungmin gulped, nodding in defeat "It looked hot," he sighed, shivering as he ran his finger across the metal rod. Hyunjin licked his lips, staring Seungmin down, "I can't say I disagree," he said, smirking. Seungmin shuddered, hesitantly locking eyes with Hyunjin. "What's wrong, puppy?" Hyunjin asked, taking Seungmin's hands into his.

Seungmin whimpered, "That isn't fair," he glared. Hyunjin smiled, running his fingers between Seungmin's hair "What isn't fair, pup?" he asked. Seungmin inhaled shakily, "You know what," he groaned, feeling his face burn from embarrassment and perhaps a slight tint of arousal. Hyunjin cooed, kissing Seungmin's red-tinted cheeks "You're so cute like this," he chuckled, stroking Seungmin's jawline.

Seungmin shivered, feeling goosebumps crawl up his skin "Am not," he whispered, averting his eyes. Hyunjin frowned, holding Seungmin's chin "How dare you to insult my lover's cuteness," he gasped, squishing Seungmin's cheeks. Seungmin snorted out a laugh, "You're ridiculous," he said. Hyunjin smiled, booping Seungmin's nose, "You're the ridiculous one. Are you saying my taste in men is shit?" he said, staring at Seungmin in disbelief.

Seungmin laughed, tears brimming his eyes, "You know that isn't what I meant," he said. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, kissing Seungmin's forehead, "I do but that doesn't mean I'm going to do nothing when you berate yourself like that," he said. Seungmin sighed, resting his head on Hyunjin's chest, "I'm sorry," he muttered, jutting his bottom lip. Hyunjin shook his head, "I didn't say that just for you to apologize. In fact, you have nothing to apologize for," he said, rubbing Seungmin's back.

Seungmin groaned, staring up at Hyunjin, "Why are you like this?" he grumbled. Hyunjin chuckled, "That's because I'm in love with you," he said, titling Seungmin's chin. Seungmin's eyes widened, "What?" he whispered, registering the words Hyunjin said. Hyunjin smiled, "Why are you so surprised?" he asked. Seungmin blinked, feeling his mouth dry up "It's been a while since hearing you say that," he said. Hyunjin cooed, "Well then, I should show you how much I love you," he smirked, holding the leather pouch in his hand.

"Go to my bedroom and strip when I sanitize these," he said, following Seungmin up the stairs. Seungmin nodded, stumbling up a few steps "Be careful," Hyunjin laughed, holding the metal rods in his hand. Seungmin sped walk to Hyunjin's room, stripping his clothes as he had been told. His cock twitched against his abdomen, hardening from the filthy thoughts running in his head. Hyunjin walked in, making sure his hands don't touch any other surface.

"Excited are we?" he teased, lathering the sounding rod in copious amounts of lube. Seungmin whined, thighs flexing on the sheets "Don't tease me," he sulked. Hyunjin chuckled, sinking to his knees "But you're just so precious," he said, wrapping his hand around Seungmin's length. Seungmin groaned, digging his nails into the bed "Fu-fuck," he keened, hearing the sloppy strokes of Hyunjin's fist pumping his cock.

Hyunjin smirked, sliding the cold metal rod between Seungmin's sensitive slit. Seungmin shuddered at the sudden chill running between his cockhead "Oh god, hyung," he whimpered, nipping his bottom lip. Hyunjin chuckled, savouring Seungmin's every reaction to the rod "The others would love seeing you like this," he said, propping his phone with his elbow. "Puppy, do you mind pressing the record button?" he asked, dipping the tip of the rod into Seungmin's urethral hole.

Seungmin's breath hitched as he nodded, clicking the button "Good boy," Hyunjin praised, making sure the phone was actually recording before holding the base of Seungmin's cock as he angled the sounding rod. "Ready?" he asked, staring up at Seungmin. "Ready," Seungmin rasped, heart breathing so loud he could hear it pound in his ears. Hyunjin smirked, pressing the rod for the initial push.

The sounding rod breached Seungmin's slit, sliding down his inner ribbed walls. Seungmin's jaw slacked open, head spinning from the new profound pleasure he was experiencing "Wh-what the fuck," he stuttered, feeling the rod brush against his prostate from the other side. Hyunjin stared in awe and admiration, "You're doing so good, baby," he praised, stroking Seungmin's cock with the sound rod buried within it.

Seungmin sputtered, bucking his hips into Hyunjin's tight makeshift cocksleeve. Hyunjin cooed, pumping Seungmin's cock earnestly "Can I try something, Min-ah?" he whispered, letting out breathy moans of his own. Seungmin nodded, staring down at Hyunjin with half-lidded eyes. Hyunjin shuddered, sticking his tongue out to lick up beads of precum dribbling past Seungmin's slit. Seungmin cried out, body trembling when Hyunjin wrapped his plump lips around his cock, deep-throating him without a warning.

Hyunjin's throat contracted around Seungmin's length, he hollowed his cheeks, moaning at the subtle taste of stainless steel on his tongue. Seungmin threw his head back, holding Hyunjin's head in place as he swirled his tongue around his cock. Hyunjin whimpered around Seungmin's girth, swallowing down every drop of precum. Seungmin's thigh's quivered, "I'm going to cu-cum," he whimpered, making Hyunjin pull off Seungmin's cock.

Seungmin choked a sob, wanting to complain but Hyunjin smirked, tapping Seungmin's cockhead on his tongue, stroking him quickly. Seungmin keened, back arching as he came. The intensity of his orgasm managed to push the metal sounding rod out of his hole. Hyunjin moaned, licking the rod sensually as he locked eyes with Seungmin "Filthy," he rasped, brushing back Hyunjin's hair. Hyunjin giggled, still wrapping his hands around Seungmin's cock as he dipped his tongue within the gaping hole.

Seungmin sucked in a sharp breath, body twitching from oversensitivity "Enough," he whimpered, feeling another orgasm build in his abdomen. Hyunjin paid no attention to him, swirling his tongue around Seungmin's frenulum. Seungmin mewled, letting Hyunjin use him for his own pleasure. Hyunjin licked his lips, teasing Seungmin's length before wrapping his lips around Seungmin's cockhead.

Seungmin wailed, "Fuck," he screamed, plunging his cock down Hyunjin's warm mouth. Hyunjin choked, gagging around Seungmin's length but blissfully swallowed the last of Seungmin's release. Hyunjin sputtered, pulling off Seungmin's cock with a dopey smile. Seungmin stroked Hyunjin's cheek "Baby," he whispered, pulling Hyunjin onto his lap. Hyunjin pouted, "No, I'm supposed to take care of you," he whined.

Seungmin chuckled, "We can take care of each other," he proposed, running his fingers through Hyunjin's hair. Hyunjin licked his lips, "Ew," he grimaced. Seungmin laughed, pulling Hyunjin in for a kiss "I love you," he said, pulling away. Hyunjin smiled, resting his head on Seungmin's shoulder "I love you too," he said, tracing Seungmin's torso. Seungmin sighed, holding Hyunjin tight, "We need to get cleaned," he said, lifting Hyunjin up.

Hyunjin smiled, wrapping his arms around Seungmin's neck "I fucking love you," he slurred, blinking at Seungmin sleepily. Seungmin shook his head, ears tinting red "I fucking love you too, hyung," he said, kissing Hyunjin's cheek.

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sparkleefelix · 4 years

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Happy. Cheerful. Angelic. Helpful. Selfless. Caring. Positive. Those are the words everyone had always used to refer to you. Those are the words you'd gotten used to hear. Those are the words you tried to live up to every day.

¿A friend is having a hard time? ¡They should call you! ¿Someone's going through a breakup? ¡You give the best advice! ¿Need anyone to talk to? ¡You are the person for the job!

It was almost as if you were living for everyone else.

And today was not different.

As soon as Hyunjin saw you walk into the cafeteria he was already all over you.

"¿Did you read my messages last night?" Yes. "¿Was that enough information?" Even too much, for your liking. "¿What should I do? ¡Y/N what should I do!" Hyunjin cried as he tugged in your sleeve.

I don't know.

That's what you wanted to say.

I. Don't. Know.

"Maybe... You should try and talk to her. Understand her side too. You're focusing too much in what you want, I don't think you're listening to her." You simply answered as you took a sit next to your other friends.

Changbin eyed you curiously. Even though you had answered Hyunjin, it had just sounded.... empty. Cold even. He decided he would ask you later if everything was ok. He had noticed you being out of yourself for a few days now.

But he never did.

You see, the problem was that there was always something more important than you.

Swim team practice, band rehearsal, football trials, even dance presentations.

Of course you knew they didn't do it on purpose, they didn't forget about you on purpose, but it was getting too much and everyday you felt a little closer to losing it. To breaking.

Because no matter how much you looked like an angel, or acted selfless, or seemed to be happy, you were just a regular, average, ordinary person too.

And you really, REALLY, didn't want to snap, especially through the phone, but you were at home, it had been a long day, you just wanted to relax a little, forget about everyone's problems including your own, and Chan complaining over how this other dude in the swim team had broken his record just seemed too little of a problem compared to other things going through your head. And you just couldn't handle it anymore.

While Chan was in the middle of his petty ranting, you ended the call. And boy, you would love to say it felt great, but in reality you just felt like a shitty friend.

¿How could you do that to him? ¿To them?

You don't know when did the tears start falling down your cheeks, but a sudden wave of relief washed over you as you let yourself cry your eyes out that afternoon.

You guess you fell asleep in the middle of your breakdown, because next thing you knew you were being waken up by the sound of your alarm signaling it was time for classes again. It had been like that for a while now. Whenever you were feeling down or suffocated you would end up crying and eventually falling asleep. In the last month you had found yourself waking up in your bathroom or kitchen floor at least five times.

Taking a deep breath you checked your phone before getting out of your couch. There were not only missed calls from Chan but also millions of messages from all your friends. And you honestly didn't have the energy to answer them right now.

In fact, you didn't have the energy to get out of the house.

With a deep sigh you made your way to your room and plopped back in bed. Skipping classes sounded like a great plan today.

It was just a few hours later that you were woken up again, this time by your bell ringing non-stop.

Clumsily you made your way to your front door, not expexting to find Changbin, Chan and Minho standing there once you opened it.

You noticed the frowning in their faces go soft at the sight of you. You were still wearing yesterday clothes, that much you knew. But your guess was that your most likely blood shot eyes gave away your actual state. Without a single word you moved away, letting them in, and then the four of you made your way to the living room.

"¿What's wrong?" Changbin was the first to speak, his eyes fixed on yours from across the room where he was sitting with Chan. You only shrugged, not sure what answer was he expecting to get.

"Don't do that, don't just shrug us away, Y/N." This time Minho spoke from beside you. He was sat close enough to comfort you but far enough to not give you any unwanted attention.

"I don't know what you want me to say. ¿I stay home one day and suddenly something's wrong with me? I'm fine." Your words come out colder and sharper than you intended, but the truth was you didn't feel like telling them. You didn't feel like they cared enough, and even if they did, you didn't think they should.

"Bullshit, ¡You hung up on me yesterday!" Chan's voice was loud, but not mad. Was loud, but full of concern. "Y/N just tell us what's wrong so we can help you. Pushing us away and shutting in yourself is so not like you-" He found himself being cut out by the scoff you let out.

That was it, you didn't know why or how, but the words just started to flow.

"¿'So not like me'? ¿YOU are going to tell me what I am like? ¡What do you even know about me! ¡All of you! You guys never notice when something's wrong, ¡You never even take the time to ask if I'm ok! Tell me, ¿How did you notice I wasn't there today? ¿What did you need from me that I wasn't there to provide? I am so tired of this. And I love you guys, don't get me wrong. I love helping you and you mean the entire world to me, ¡But I have problems too! Sometimes it just feels like you only want me to help you solve your shit and then I'm not important anymore and... And it just sucks because I care too much and I don't feel like I matter to anyone enough..."

The room was quiet. Fresh tears were redrawing the old path left on your cheeks. You weren't strong enough to look at them, but you could feel the three pairs of eyes burning you. Trying to calm down your cries you sniffled and took a deep breath ready to speak again.

"I'm sorry" Minho said before anyone else as he rushed to hug you. "I am so sorry... We... We never..." You could hear how his voice broke and could feel how his hands trembled a little on your back. Last thing you wanted was for them to cry too.

It would be a lie saying that the conversation died there. Truth is the three boys sat still and listened to you go through all your problems just as you always did with them. You did cry a few more times, you did complain, a lot, about them. But, at the end of the day, the four of you knew that you would be ok. All of you. They not only comforted you, but understood you, and that was all you wanted all along, right?

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hhhhhhhh i based it off of personal experiences so i hope this is what you wanted anon :] please request again anytime! I know the ending is kinda shitty but honestly I would have loved for my friendships to turn out like that. This may have a lot of mistakes but it's 6am and I'm just out of a huge writers block, I'm SORRY.

Please remember that for a friendship to work there must be interest and effort from both ends. From all ends! If you're the only one who cares, if you're the only one who's always there, if people only take from you and you feel drained, maybe you should look into it and decide if it's a positive relationship or not.

Don't let yourself be manipulated into thinking you should accept what they want to give you. KNOW your worth and fight for it, always! ♡

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lunarflux · 3 years

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"baby i drink to forget - not to remember"

hwang hyunjin x reader

genre — fluff!au

drinking!!!

suggested background music: x

What started out as one bottles suddenly turned into ten.

Your group of friends sat in a circle on the floor, passing soju bottles around like greetings at the thought of another long year of friendship that came and went. It was already past midnight, but the crickets were silenced by the boom of spontaneous laughter and conversation.

Hyunjin always sat beside you. You never knew why - in all the years of friendship you had, he always chose the seat next to yours. He'd smile and laugh with you, but he never got any closer than the two inches of the space between seats. It's been years, but you never thought to ask.

Tonight was game night. Felix bought some card game and thought it was a good idea to play this over drinks. You had to admit this was more fun than watching everyone play games or going out to a club.

"It's called We're Not Really Strangers -" Felix opened the box.

You groaned, recognizing the name. "Felix, that's like an emotional game; why'd you pick that?" You hiccupped in between shots.

He shrugged, "I dunno. It seemed like a fun thing to do. I can't remember the last time we had a deep talk other than that one wedding we went to when Changbin started crying into his cake after one too many shots."

Had Changbin not finished a bottle of two by himself, he might have been awake for that jab.

Hyunjin puffed out his cheeks, taking the deck from Felix and shuffling it in between taking another shot. "Five years of friendship, and you still want to know more about us, huh?"

Felix smiled in between exchanging glances with your friend beside him. He'd had a crush on her for ages. A small game like this should've said enough.

In one word, describe how you feel right now.

When was the last time you surprised yourself?

Strangers would describe me as _____. Only I know myself as ______.

The game went on until eventually you and Hyunjin were the only ones awake. Felix left with his crush for a midnight ice cream run. Changbin had to be carried home. It was just the two of you. He pulled the next card.

"Are you missing anyone right now? Do you think they're missing you?" Hyunjin read aloud to you. "Well?"

"Well, what?" You sneered.

"Are you missing anyone?" He smirked.

"No."

"Not even one person?"

"No."

"Why not?"

You shrugged. "Everyone I really like is here in this room. What's to miss?"

Hyunjin almost looked satisfied. Skipping your turn, he picked up another card. "Wild card - make an assumption about me. Says we both have to answer."

You turned to face your friend.

As if he wasn't expecting you to get so close, he nearly leaned away. You could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his lips. Or maybe it was yours? After the last bottle, you couldn't really tell anymore.

Hyunjin was always such a curious character. Back when you were in high school, he was always so sweet. He'd offer to walk with you to school or share his lunch if you tried to diet. You almost swore he liked you at some point, but it just never happened. He stayed a dear friend, one you'd see every month or so for drinks.

When Hyunjin was drunk, he'd lean on you. This was the only time he ever did, and part of you wished he wouldn't drink when you were together because in his drunken splendor, he'd talk - and you never forgot what he'd say.

"Be my girlfriend."

And every time you'd respond -

"Ask me when you're sober."

He never did. He never really really remembered. The next days were always full off groans and complaints of hangovers, yours included. Even though he'd ask you what happened, you knew those were just drunk words. If he didn't remember in the morning, it couldn't have been real.

It would be a complete lie to assume you never developed anything deeper than friendship-like love for Hyunjin. It was hard not to. But every time you tried to get close, it was like he wanted to pull away. After all these years, it didn't make sense anymore.

Drunk words are - after all - drunk.

"You go first." You closed your eyes, finally feeling one or two drops of soju hitting your spine. It had been too long since you drank this much. It was a miracle you weren't passed out like the others.

Hyunjin laughed once then nothing. He just stared, like he was looking for the words.

"I don't know what to say."

"Oh, come on - " You pushed his shoulder, your head rolling forward. "There has to be something you think you know about me. Anything. Something."

You were close to laying back down on the floor when you suddenly felt Hyunjin's hand on your back, keeping you upright.

You grimaced. "This really is the only time, huh."

He looked at you with concern. "I'm sorry?"

You leaned in closer to him, poking his cheek with your finger. "You always hug the guys. You never hug me! You don't lean on me unless you're drunk - you never get close to me." You giggled, turning your five year long question into sarcastic banter. "How come you never want to touch me, huh?"

"It's not like that." He smiled, poking your pouted lip. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what." You pouted harder. "You never get close to me when you're sober, you never lay a hand on me. You only ask me to be your girlfriend when you're drunk. Why can't you be like that all the time?"

Hyunjin's smile slowly dropped. He looked at you seriously.

"Why, you want to be my girlfriend?"

You stifled a laugh. This was no time to be serious. For once, it looked like you were more drunk than him, and this wasn't the time to get caught up in feelings you always tried to forget. "Shut up. You don't mean it."

"You think I don't want you to my girlfriend?"

You turned your head only for your cheek to meet Hyunin's finger. He kept his finger there, his smile growing again. "You're cute, you know that?"

Pushing his hand away, you released a heavy sigh. "Hwang Hyunjin, I told you before, so I'll say it again. Say these things to me when you're sober. I'm too drunk to deal with you teasing me."

"I'm not drunk." He shrugged. " You guys drank the most, and I have work in the morning. Why would I drink?"

You blinked once. Twice.

"You're being serious. You're not drunk?" Suddenly, you felt very sober.

Hyunjin's smile stretched across his entire face, like he was watching a puppy stumble over its own legs. "I never drink enough to get that drunk. I sober up very quickly - I thought you knew."

"How the hell would I know that?" You sneered. "We always drink together!"

"Yeah, all of us. It's not like you're counting my shots or checking when I stop drinking."

"Then why didn't you ever ask me when you were sober?"

"If you really thought I only wanted you to be my girlfriend because I was drunk, then I thought you really didn't want to." Hyunjin patted your head. "You're always so touchy with the guys. I didn't want to be like everyone else. If you were my girlfriend, I'd get jealous."

"I still can't tell if you're lying - " You poured yourself another shot before lifting the shot glass to your lips, but instead of feeling another stinging kiss of liquid, you just felt the back of Hyunjin's hand, shielding the soju from reaching the edge.

He grabbed the shot and downed it in one easy swig. Placing the glass back down, he sighed. "Fine -"

Hyunjin pulled your face close to his, the taste of soju still glimmering on his lips. A forceful yet deep kiss, he sighed into you before dropping one hand to the back of your neck, the other to your waist. His lips moved slowly but with a hunger. Your head was spinning, but whether it was because of the alcohol or just him you couldn't tell. Squeezing the back of your neck ever so slightly, Hyunjin lowered you down to the floor, suddenly more sober than ever.

He looked at you - but it was like you were looking at him for the first time ever in your life. The apartment suddenly seemed so quiet as his gaze followed your heaving chest, breathless from his kiss.

"Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend." He finally spoke. "But I don't want you to answer until you're sober."

Hyunjin stood up and gathered his things. After what seemed like an hour, you sat up and realized he was gone.

Your head was still spinning - that couldn't have been real.

You hadn't seen Hyunjin in a week.

Not for lack of trying, but whenever you unlocked your phone only to see his name at the top of your notifications, you couldn't help but panic. Yes, you woke up with a hangover the next day, but the memory of that kiss was burned into your brain, and it was the only thing you could think about.

Hyunjin lived at an apartment complex down the street.

You couldn't help but wonder if he'd magically appear in front of you, and then your words would just be caught in your chest.

Look down, look down. Just keep walking.

Ready to enter your apartment, your curiosity peaked. Looking across the way, you spotted him. Standing in front of his apartment.

With a girl?

Blinding fury took over as you made your way over to him. The girl had already walked away, but something in you just said -

"You're such an asshole!" You gave him one hard shove, nearly pushing him over.

Hyunjin laughed once. "Did I miss something?"

"You - and the - she -"

"- is my neighbor. She got my mail by accident." He opened his back to reveal a small package and two envelopes.

You stumbled back, immediately regretting your entire existence.

Hyunjin took two steps toward you as you took two back. "You haven't been answering my texts."

"W-Well, I -" You couldn't find your words let alone remember how to speak. "I just - "

"So are you ready to give me your answer?"

"What answer?"

He leaned in again, cupping your cheek with his hand. Barely grazing your lips with his, Hyunjin teased. You could feel his breath playing over your skin. Gently resting his lips on your forehead, he pulled away with a content grin.

"I won't kiss you again unless it's as your boyfriend."

It took everything in you not to punch him straight in the stomach, so you settled for a hit to the arm. "Why -" and again "- didn't -" and again "- you just -" and once more "- ASK ME."

Hyunjin couldn't hold back in his laughter. "Sue me for getting nervous in front of the girl I like!" He grabbed hold of your hand before lacing his fingers between yours. "Is that a yes?"

"I hate you." You fought back a laugh.

He nodded. Pulling you into his chest, Hyunjin kissed the top of your head.

"I guess that means yes."

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hanibalistic · 3 years

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#917E84 | HWANG HYUNJIN.

genre | angst, imaginary friend au

word count | 1711

warning | none

note | there is a sorrow over me. inspired by where the wild things are.

hyunjin opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. his sight was hazy and watery. they were not tears, though, he simply has not seen in a while.

the room smelt of new, milky white paint—not as strong as the deep dark red and not as faint as the nursery blue, but piercing as the new and not scruffy enough to be old. he turned his head to the side to access the room he was in and lazily raised his brow when he found stacks of cardboard boxes lying around the ground, big marker words written on top to label what the boxes contained. have you moved out of your family home?

shifting his head to the other side, the same space welcomed him—boxes and boxes of your belongings. only this time there was an extra sight of you laying on the floor next to him, your eyes staring up at the ceiling of your new apartment. he blinked before his gaze visibly went up and down your figure. you have grown, matured. you were older, much older than when he last saw you. you wore warm clothes and your skin looked soft.

you have grown. how wonderful.

his eyes focused back to the side of your face before they watered again. a quick glitch, a soft jitter, a trail of fog; in his eyes, in his sight, in his body. your imagination was severely limited by the knowledge of reality, he has not much time.

hyunjin reached his hand out slowly. the wind brushed the hair on his skin, making them rise in the dead of the dim afternoon, in the dead of the silent room. and he touched your face to the beat of the ticking clock, the back of his fingers brushing down your cheek.

"how have you been, my love?"

your jaw dropped slightly in angstful surprise when you felt the warmth on your cheek and heard his smooth voice.

the hand, hyunjin's hand, his hand that you have not felt in over a decade, was pressed against your face. he touched you with the whisper of the wind, he still touches you with the whisper of the wind. the softest you have ever known hands could be.

the voice, hyunjin's voice, his voice that you have not heard in a millennium reached into your ears. he spoke like an untouched honey jar, he still spoke like an untouched honey jar. the loveliest you have ever known a voice to be.

"you came back," you said, your trembling hand reaching up in hope to grab his hand, but with reluctance, you retreated in fear that he would vanish and you would end up with the dry air in your palm.

he stroked your cheek, feeling more real than ever. "you called me."

you did. you called him, you have been trying to call him. ever since you released the chains on his body at ten years old, signifying the destruction of your childish imagination, you have lost the fluid ability to call for your imaginary friend, your only friend, your hwang hyunjin. and you had given up on looking for comfort through his presence the more you got older, courtesy to the blazing scar reality and logic has left in your chest.

but this time—this time, you had to call him. it was an obligation, it was a moment of closure, it was a promise.

"i left," you told him with a bitter but joyful smile. "i finally left home. i am free."

it was like flashes of spotlights. the memories of you flew through him like quicksand, forcing him to relive his life with you. ten years... well, almost ten years, maybe nine or eight—eight years of your bond shoved into a single sentence.

the pain, the hurt, the loneliness, the joy, the love, and the promise that you would save yourself from the place you were born into, that you two would escape the toxicity together. they were all squished into a single, final relieving sentence: i finally left home. i am free.

you are free. he can rest easy now.

"good," he hummed fondly, the corner of his lips quirking upward even more. but then he frowned, a thought crossing his head that you have had to endure everything on your own for your teenage years. his hand stopped stroking your cheek, but he kept it close to your cheek. "i am sorry i haven't been there for you these years."

you pursed your lips together and shook your head. "it wasn't your fault. i..." you licked your lower lip, scared to speak of the truth, so you didn't. "i was too useless."

there was a broken sigh in his lips that he refused to let out. his dutiful sense to be the positive one lingered even after his passing, and he still would not participate in any belittling of your ability, no matter the self-infliction. instead, he scooted closer to you and brushed his finger along your hair, trailing down the side of your face.

his blurry sight shoved back and forth like waves on the shore. he was blinking in and out of existence; your unwavering need for his presence cannot withstand the overwhelming presence of your logical responsibility.

hyunjin felt strangely calm about his impending departure. reality was eating away at your brain, it was suffocating you that he could see the fading tips of his fingers, but he felt calm laying on the floor with you. it reminded him of your younger days when you two would spread out on the cool ground after chasing each other around in the house. he remembered how he loved you then.

"will you look at me?" hyunjin asked softly.

you pursed your lips in dismay and shook your head. the nostalgia of the floor was a feeling you wanted to bask in longer, and it could only come back to you with him here. you just needed a little more time. you just needed him to stay for a little longer.

"[name], i am fading," he said.

"if i look at you, you will fade faster."

the curse of sight, the curse of intelligence, the curse of adulthood. he knew the consequences of you seeing and understanding that he was not real, that he was just a fragment of your imagination, and that this could be the last time you could call upon him again as you could only become older and older.

but he wants to see you, he wants to see your face. he wants to see the person he fell in love with years ago, so much that he could risk leaving you earlier than having never looked at you properly for the last time.

the piece of his heart, the owner of his soul—hyunjin wants to look at you.

"look at me, please," hyunjin whispered out his beg, his eyes traveling over the side of your eyes, nose, lips, and jaw, "so i can look at you."

look at me, so i can look at you, and to you i will show just how much i love you.

the clock ticked quietly on the wall, dripping away from your childhood, sucking at your soul. with reluctance, and a squeezed-out tear of your bleeding memory, you turned your head to face your precious friend, your precious imagination, your hwang hyunjin.

the first thing you did was laugh. he looked the same. your mind did not change his appearance at all; black hair, dark eyes, full lips, defined nose, modeled after a fictional character you used to be obsessed with. hyunjin was here, holding the good of your childhood memories in his palms and laying next to you, in the form you loved him in the most.

"you look the same," you commented, making him grin.

"and you look as beautiful as ever," he said. "albeit quite grown."

you smiled shyly, holding his fading hand to your cheek as you planned to clutch onto him until all that was left was ashes of the past.

"must you leave me?" you asked softly, looking at him with brilliant eyes that searched for pity from the universe.

hyunjin sighed, shifting his position so his whole body faced you. he stroked the side of your head with his free hand, speaking, "you grew up. you know how to distinguish between black and white. you cannot believe in me anymore."

"i want to."

"i know," he said. "but it will be hard, very hard."

the downcast of your eyes caused an ache in hyunjin's chest. he would stay too if he could. he wouldn't go, he would eat you up, he loves you so. but that version of him could never exist, only in another fragment of your imagination where the imagination was aware of its inaccessibility. he could only settle with being in your memories, and he was fine with that. he would settle being one of the best parts of your life.

"promise me you will be happy," he said.

the sun was dying into the mountain so the moon could breathe. a shadow cascade over hyunjin, illuminating the fading blue light of his body. you searched for him desperately in the face of his disappearance, unsure how you would fend letting go of your imaginary friend.

his eyes gleamed gently, as always, the sight of you a mediator to his troubles. the adoring face of yours reflected in his eyes, small and cocooned on his warmth. you held his hand to your face and smiled in relaxation in knowing that he planned to look at you that way until the end.

"you were my comfort," you said.

"i was your comfort." he repeated. "will you be good?"

the plush of your cheek touched the floor in the absence of his hand. you covered it with yourself, putting the back of your palm between your head and the ground. you smiled at him, the piece of your heart, the owner of your soul, and you nodded. "yeah, i will be good."

the fading light of his figure gleamed in a smile. shadow settled in place of his once body.

you will be good. he can go easy now.

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spookybias · 4 years

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a lovely greeting ‣ [ hwang hyunjin ] ✧

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn! reader.

genre: suggestive

synopsis: hyunjin shows you just how much he missed you in the doorway.

warning: making out

word count: 567

Hyunjin was hit with your alluring presence when he opened the door. It had been so long since the two of you spent time together, as he had been preparing for Stray Kids’ next comeback. Hyunjin took in the sight of your outfit choice; baggy grey sweats and his fluffy white hoodie. The two of you only had a couple of hours to spare before Hyunjin had to head back to the studio, hence, your casually comfy but rushed appearance. Your hair was messy too, but Hyunjin still thought you looked perfect. Since the day you both met, Hyunjin always saw an angelic aura surrounding you. You could be covered in mud and he would still awe at your beauty.

You stood in front of your boyfriend shyly, twiddling your fingers behind your back, a child’s sweet and syrupy act before they begged for a new toy. Despite having been in a relationship for almost a year, you were still often stunned by your boyfriend’s attractiveness. “Hi.” Your voice came out small, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but smirk and immediately pepper kisses all over your face. You giggled at your boyfriend’s cute antics.

But the peppered kisses didn’t feel like enough. You looked so adorable, and Hyunjin just wanted to take you right there to make up for all the recent times he had been too busy to hang out with you.

He leaned down and pressed his soft, plump lips against yours. Hyunjin knew he missed this, the sweet kisses shared between the two of you, but he didn’t realize just how much he craved your affection until your lips met. You placed your hands on his chest to steady the two of you, as you knew just how wild it could get. Your mouths moved in a passionate kiss that was rough and fiery and messy. It felt like twinkling stars and lost time and relationships that would last forever.

Hyunjin’s hands wandered all over your body as if they were lost. You moaned at the feeling of his hands trailing everywhere, and he hummed in response. His right hand finally settled on your waist to hold you still, like his feverish groping wasn’t pushing you away and then pulling you in over and over again. His left hand moved upwards to grip your chin, and in that moment you felt your core tingling.

You stopped rubbing your hands on his chest, and chose to start tugging on his long hair. He moaned in your mouth. Enough was enough. He was ready. Hyunjin’s hands pushed your hoodie up. Much to his dismay, you were wearing a t-shirt underneath. You were a whimpering mess as he slipped his hands underneath your shirt. Then, there was a loud shriek.

The two of you pulled away fast. You looked over your boyfriend’s shoulder to see who the shriek belonged to, but quickly hid behind Hyunjin when you realized it had come from the maknae. He was about to head out when he stumbled upon your make out session, and was now covering his face in his hands, along with Chan’s hands on top.

“Guys, how many times do I have to remind you not to do this when Jeongin is here,” Chan voiced out. He safely guided Jeongin out the door Hyunjin left open. “You have a room for a reason, Hyunjin. And next time close the door.”

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sleepylixie · 4 years

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The Dreamwalker- Incubus! Hwang Hyunjin

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fantasy

Beware of: Elements of mental imbalance(crazy behaviour), Elements of smut(only mentions, nothing specific at all.)

A/N: THIS FIC DOES NOT REFLECT THE CHARACTER OR LIKENESS OF THE REAL HWANG HYUNJIN IN ANY FORM OR MANNER. ONTO THE FIC!! I had a power struggle with this one, making the words sound the way I wanted them to ( @aliceu and @rebecca-noona welcome to the cult yet again. Today we’re serving Sex on the beach with a side of Fantasy Fries)

Requests are open for SKZ and BTS! || Masterlist

Ever wondered how wrong a dream could possibly go for it to become a nightmare? One that leaves you unmoving, still as a statue, even in the deepest of sleep? But what if the stillness wasn’t from terror but from.. from desire? Ask the Dreamwalker, he could show you.

Demons couldn’t create, they were ruled by their penchant for destruction- until the first succubus came along, with an entirely different kind of lust.

Lilith. She was a headstrong woman, the kind that was unshaken from her beliefs and gladly stood trial and punishment for them.

After being banished from Eden’s Garden, she lived amongst the mortals, reduced to a fraction of her full powers but still, more powerful than humans.

Lilith fell in love with a mortal man, a mortal king who commanded respect and power, the exact kind of person she’d dreamed of for herself.

She was shot down the second the king came to know of her true nature- a creature rejected by the heavens, the mother of everything unholy.

Her screams of pain ripped the sky apart as she flew to safety, bringing down thunder and lightning behind her.

Her blood rained down to the ground as she created the Demon plane, outside the bounds of everything holy where she could reign supreme without fear

Where drops of her blood fell, there sprang a new race of demons: the succubi and their male counterparts, the incubi.

They were the youngest and newest race of demons but the strongest in their destructive power- They wreaked havoc over the mortal plane with great glee,

their strength came from the darkest fantasies that humans kept locked securely within themselves, particularly of the sexual kind. When a mortal spent enough locked in an incubus’ spell, they lost their wits to the point of madness

At which point the incubi gladly fed off their life forces, reveling in the sweet tang that the newly-damned souls left on their tongues

All of them were devastatingly beautiful, almost angelic in appearance, with their soft skin, silky hair and shapely bodies

but none more beautiful than the youngest of them all

His name was Hwang Hyunjin.

The Nightmare, some called him, others knew him as the Dreamwalker

There was something about him even his kin couldn’t shake, much less the mortals he fed on

Maybe it was the shape of his face: angular yet soft at the cheeks, narrow hooded eyes with the darkness trapped in the pupils, lips that looked like they were sculpted by mother Lilith herself

Or maybe it was the way he was built: lean, tall and sharp where mortal bodies were sharp and soft as they were soft but still, carried the aura of something so distinctly otherworldly even without the black wings balanced on his back.

But it was definitely the way he could make even the most depraved, sex-crazed fantasies into an illusion of love and passion

There was not a single mortal Hyunjin hadn’t succeeded in feeding on because of this depraved skill of his

Like his looks weren’t enough, he also had to be one of the best incubi there ever walked the Earth.

Of course, with creatures that shined so bright in their depravity, disaster was sure to come knocking

and surely enough, it did.

Demons couldn’t love, they were ruled by their penchant for hate-under the first incubi came along, with an entirely different kind of chaos.

Incubi and Succubi felt love as Mother Lilith once felt love- not as a wholesome, fuzzy feeling of warmth as the mortals do

but as an ell-encompassing hellfire gone wrong, endless and destructive in it’s affection.

It was rare as it was devastating, for succubi often couldn’t control what they felt in their unholy souls for their significant others and often gave their existence away in pursuit of their lover

Hyunjin had seen enough of his older siblings go mad in the sham called love and decided that he would never want to walk down that road for himself.

He loved his life and his demonic status, he needed nothing more

Or so he thought, until he saw Amaretta.

Like her name, she was from a foreign land Hyunjin had never deigned to visit

but one look at her made him wish that he had,

for what an infallible beauty was sweet Amaretta, with the brightest skin and the clearest eyes, the sweetest smile and the softest hair.

She carried a scent of jasmine and hibiscus with her, under a deeper tang of an addicting mortal liqueur that always lingered around her.

Hyunjin had to have her, he decided. She was too beautiful, too pure, too...untouched for him to pass up the opportunity

She didn’t pose any difficulty to get to, it was almost like she was waiting for him to find her, the way her shadowed eyes gazed into him as he prowled closer

and oh, what a dreamland her mind was for a deviant like him

The most indecent desires and the most sinful fantasies that were symphony to his ears

And oh, how beautifully her body responded to his touch, the most lovely whimpers and the most musical moans that only he could coax out of her rosebud lips

Her aura just begging for him to come back to her every night like she was the flickering flame and he was the smitten firefly, he couldn’t have enough of the beauty that was Amaretta

Hyunjin was bewitched by her existence to the point where he even forgot about feeding on her at all- it became about her pleasure, the kind of toe-curling pleasure that he could give her, so easily

that it satisfied him even despite the lack of feeding

He didn’t realize it for what it was, that the charm that he had fallen under was the very same curse he had vowed to run from.

Mortals couldn’t withstand the seduction of an incubus for too long, but Amaretta held to her sanity for an entire month before the strings in her mind came undone.

Something broke inside Hyunjin to see his sweet Amaretta, who once shone like the sunlight at dawn, reduced to a mere shadow of her old self

Was it guilt?

He couldn’t bring himself to appear before her when the time came

Even when Amaretta began to see him everywhere that he wasn’t, even when she was shunned by her village and left in the wood to the wilderness

It was when a panther nearly attacked her that he tore the wild cat apart, then watched

as Amaretta threw herself at him, smiling a smile that was so vastly different from the one he was used to seeing from her

Her hair sticking out in the most ghastly way, her eyes sunken into her skull

She looked dead on her feet, a walking ghost

Hyunjin knew there was a soul left in her, one that was all his for the taking

But why didn’t he feel the victory he normally felt after a successful hunt?

What should’ve tasted like sweet lemonade on Hyunjin’s tongue now tasted like powdery ash

His honey-eyed, sweet-smiled Amaretta. Her soul was damned, now another lost soul trapped in the Demon plane

All because of him

So this was the insanity his siblings told him about

To be able to see the one you care about with all of your sinner’s soul and not be able to do anything when you’re the one that’s causing them all of the pain.

It did drive him crazy, so incredibly crazy that he lost the need to feed,

it was like all of the life forces he had ever consumed had set a fire inside him, chanting about the wicked harbringer of death that he would forever be.

He wandered the world as a ghost of his former glory, never again taking pleasure in the fantasies that had once riveted him

Feeding was a chore now, not an unholy cat-and-mouse game

Everybody knows about the youngest true incubus of Lilith who was once all blonde hair and dangerous beauty, a tale of caution for a broken heart, a reminder of how flying too close to the sun will always have end in a savage fall to the ground.

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skzsauce01 · 4 years

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Normal Pt 5

Description: For more skilled maneuvers, dragon shifters need a rider to help them out. After rejecting multiple riders, Hyunjin, a traumatized and handicapped shifter, is assigned to you. To add a cherry on top, you’re deaf, so how are you supposed to cast spells to free him from his limitation, let alone the anger in his heart?

Warning: violence

Word Count: 4.3k

Pairing: fem!reader x dragon!Hyunjin

Pt: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

It’s New Year’s eve. Rather than counting down at home, you and about a hundred other riders and dragons are lined up at the edge of a survival course. Unlike your assessments, the Race is across all year levels and does not include proctoring. Once it has begun, you are on your own to defend yourself from more physical competitors and the beasts of the wild until you finish or the day has passed. Only the strongest and fittest take on the feat each year.

‘Ready?’ you ask your partner.

He gives a sharp nod, and hears his professor yelling “Happy new year!” indicating the start of the race. For the first few hours, Hyunjin tries to pull ahead in his dragon form, taking advantage of his natural camouflage, but returns to human form during the day.

‘Let’s rest here for a bit,’ you write to him after you dismount, knowing how tired he must be after flying all morning. Hyunjin knew the dark is the best time for travel, so he tried not to waste a second of it, albeit from the breaks you forced him to take and the one battle someone engaged you into. Honestly, that person was a fool, challenging a Twilight Terror such as himself, Hyunjin thought haughtily.

Once human again, Hyunjin collapses onto you.

I told you to tell me when you’re tired! We could have taken more stops! he can imagine you nagging as you drag him towards a hollowed out tree. He lets out a coughy-laugh at his hypothetical dialogue and continues the rest of the walk himself, knowing you too are worn out from using magic nonstop.

‘I’m going to get some more water,’ you write to him, waving your empty bottles.

‘I’ll come with,’ he replies, getting up from the tree.

You shake your head and force him to sit back down. ‘Rest. The stream’s not far, and I have my daggers.’

‘Well, yell if another dragon spots you.’

You salute him, and he watches your back walk away with a tired sigh. Wearily, he leans back against the tree and looks up for any predators. He doesn’t even notice his vision growing dimmer and dimmer as the winter breeze tickles at his hairs until a voice pulls him out of his slumber.

“Hwang Hyunjin? I finally found you! This forest made it a tad difficult, but no worries.”

The Terror freezes. He knows that voice anywhere. “Lee.”

“Long time no see, my boy. Turns out you were hiding in this academy all along! I should have known.”

Hyunjin turns slowly around to see the man he hates most now with a large scar across a sewn-shut eye that was not there before. In his hand dangles a purple necklace. “You can’t do anything when I’m human,” he snarls.

Lee chuckles. “So what? You’re going to stay like this for the rest of the race? You can’t even survive like that out here, let alone win.”

“How did you get in here anyway? This is a students only event,” Hyunjin hisses.

“How doesn’t matter,” the man hums. “What matters is that I’ve found you now, and it’s only the matter of when you’re going to be mine again. Speaking of which, how’s your new rider? Pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

“You keep your dirty hands off of her!” Hyunjin hollers.

Lee only chuckles at his anger. “Oh, my dear boy. You know that you’re the only one I’m interested in, but if she can help me get to you, then I suppose I don’t mind her company again.”

Again?

“Ever wonder why my dragon isn’t here right now?”

As if on cue, a grey reptile lifts off into the sky. Between its two front paws is you, tied and gagged. Behind your back, your fingers are spelling something.

‘Run!’

Like claws he will! Not when you were attacked by goblins and definitely not now. He unsheathes a knife and makes a long cut along the abdominon of the dragon as it swoops down. It roars in pain and drops you.

Hyunjin dashes over, standing between you and the foe. Lee mounts his pet and again flies towards Hyunjin, grabbing you both between different limbs, and returns to the air. Hyunjin stabs and stabs with his knife, but with his master on his back, the grey dragon’s body is no longer its own. It can roar all it wants, but trumpets of victory is all Lee can hear.

“So nice to see you again, Miss L/N. I’ve been looking for you too.”

Hyunjin looks at you confused. What business did you have with Lee, and why was he talking aloud to you? However, you are too occupied thrashing around to free yourself to notice your friend.

Knowing you can’t respond to him with your gag, Lee turns to Hyunjin. “So what’s it going to be, Boy? Are you going to transform, or am I going to have to kill this poor, innocent girl here?” he taunts, having the dragon fly higher and higher into the sky. “Guess you can decide on your way down!”

With that, the dragon drops both your and his bodies. Hyunjin knows that it’s all over for him if he transforms, but it’s all over for both of you if he doesn’t. The ground is approaching much faster than survivable. Decide on his way down? There’s only one option given to him, and Lee knows it.

Hyunjin pulls you into his arms, tearing away your gag and mumbling a spell. Lee cackles triumphantly as deep purple scales appear before his eyes. He flies closer to Hyunjin and casts a spell immediately, making him freeze up to prevent him from flying away. However, this means Hyunjin is continuing accelerating downward.

A dragon can survive a fall from this height, but not you who is still wrapped up in his frozen arms. Luckily, there’s one part of him that Lee doesn’t control: his white prosthetic fin. Hyunjin angles it so that he rotates just in time for him to land on his back and uses his belly to absorb your impact.

“How sweet, taking the fall for your savior this time, eh?” Lee teases, walking over to the fallen dragon. Hyunjin can only glare at him uselessly.

Savior? He doesn’t have much time to think as pain replaces all thoughts when Lee wastes no time on his first incision, this time for a claw. He can hear you singing from between his arms where he has you securely protected between his arms, but it is in vain; even you cannot over power another magician whom a dragon has sworn to.

“You know, maybe it was a good thing you were rescued six years ago,” Lee hums cockily, inspecting the claw he has just detached from the Terror. “Your parts are even more beautiful now that they’ve matured.”

Rescued? Hyunjin doesn’t remember any of this. One moment he blacked out from pain, and the next, he woke up at this school.

Just then, he hears a voice from above. “Hyunjin?”

On any other day, the Terror would have cursed at that voice, but today, it was music to his ears.

“Oh my claws, that’s Hyunjin!” cries Chan

“Got more friends to help you out?” Lee scoffs. “What are they going to do against a Twilight Terror?”

He forces Hyunjin onto his feet, dropping you to the side and mounting the dragon to which Hyunjin screeches in distress, but before he can see where you landed, Lee has already taken him into the air. From a distance, Changbin is zeroing in on his location.

“Fire.”

Hyunjin watches in horror as a flame erupts from his own mouth towards his friend.

“Wanna fight?” Changbin roars, narrowly missing the attack.

“It’s my rider’s doing!”

“Rider? I thought you hated riders!”

“He’s why!”

“Hyunjin!” Chan exclaims once he’s confirmed his identity.

“A prefect, eh? Ooh, I’m really scared,” Lee laughs.

“Where’s Y/N?” demands Chan.

“Somewhere. Don’t care. You can find her now before some wild goblins kill her, or you can try to fight me and end up dead. No guarantee your corpses would be buried together though.”

“And who are you?” growls Chan. He casts his gaze down and sees Hyunjin’s bleeding paw. “Nevermind, I know exactly who you are, Lee.”

“Surprise, surprise! I’m famous! But unfortunately for you, your time to escape unscathed has run out,” Lee snickers, making Hyunjin release another shot of fire.

“Just find Y/N!” Hyunjin begs his roommate.

“And leave you to this man?”

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin,” Chan calls out as if he can read the dragon’s mind. “Y/N’s not that weak. Just worry about yourself for now!”

Chan avoids another fireball as he talks. Regardless of who’s controlling him, Hyunjin is still Hyunjin, and Chan cannot hurt him. He also knows that any attack he aims at Lee will just be blocked using the Terror’s body. How is he to free him from that man? he ponders, skillfully slanting Changbin to avoid a stream of flames.

In the midst of his planning, Chan spts something grey in the corner of his eye. He suppresses a giggle when he notices it’s you on the back of Lee’s previous ride with your ability to control other dragons. You are signing a rescue plan to him, and Chan repeats it to Changbin who relays it to Hyunjin discreetly, all the while standing his ground against Lee and keeping everything under the villain’s radar.

Hyunjin wants to yelp happily knowing that you are alright, but he keeps his calm to hide your presence. He gives the slightest of nods when he’s understood the plan, hoping that you can see it. Once you’ve received the okay signal, you jump into action.

Lee is surprised to say the least. You swoop in with his dragon, biting off Hyunjin’s white prosthetic which throws the dragon off balance. Unlike you, Lee has never flown Hyunjin with only half the normal number of fins. He yells curses as his dragon begins to topple, and Chan takes this chance to attack from the front, ripping off Hyunjin’s necklace.

As soon as he does so, Both Lee and Hyunjin begin their descent to the ground, so Changbin grabs Hyunjin.

“You won’t succeed again L/N!” Lee curses having spotted you. Since you and the dragon you are riding are nearby, Lee regains control of it, overpowering your magic with his rights as its owner.

“Y/N!” Chan yells, reaching his hand down for you as Changbin swoops in, lifting you away from the reach of Lee. Together, you watch the man ride away with taunts of his return.

“I told them the course wasn’t ready!” Chan scowls as soon as all four of you are back on the ground.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember when I got pulled out of the winter ball?” he both sighs and signs. “There was something wrong with the force field around the course. Force fields are what keeps nonstudents like that creep out of campus, but we were having trouble maintaining the one around this course. I told them we needed more time to fix it, but they insisted that the New Year’s Race can’t be postponed!”

‘Well what are we going to do now?’ you ask. ‘Hyunjin can’t turn into a dragon for even a second, and two humans aren’t going to survive until midnight in this forest.’

“Having three people on a dragon might be dangerous especially with all these battles going on, but we can wait here with you,” Chan offers, and Changbin nods.

‘We can’t possibly ask that of you. Besides, Lee already has his eyes on Hyunjin. He can’t keep hiding in the school forever.’

“I have a plan,” Hyunjin announces. All heads turn towards him, and he to you with his notepad. ‘I’ll swear to you. It’s the only way you can overpower Lee.’

Changbin agrees, silently surprised that Hyunjin is willing to hand himself to another rider after six years of swearing that it’ll never happen. Chan on the other hand, is surprised at how bewildered you look. Shouldn’t you be ecstatic that he’s finally accepted you?

You grab Hyunjin’s wrist and stare into his eyes. Don’t.

Your partner furrows his brows. ‘Why not?’

You look around and finally back to your partner. ‘Can we talk? Privately.’

Hyunjin nods and excuses the two of you. Once you’re alone, you start writing urgently.

‘You can’t swear to me.’

‘This whole time, I thought I was the one with a problem with it, not you.’

‘It’s just that…’ You bite your lip, unsure of how to tell him. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

Hyunjin takes your hand in his. ‘What do you mean?’

‘The first person you’ve sworn to has already hurt you. If I do it too, you’d never recover from it.’

‘Y/N, what are you trying to say?’

You pull your hand back and turn away. ‘I’m not a dragon rider, and I was never intended to be your rider from the day we were assigned to each other,’ you finally confess.

Hyunjin puts a hand on your shoulder to turn you back his way. You can’t look at him.

‘I’m a dragon trainer. Because I can control dragons that aren’t my own, I’m hired to rehabilitate injured and traumatized dragons such as yourself. After the treatment is complete, I adjust them to a real rider.’

Hyunjin can’t believe his eyes. ‘So what are you saying? All this time, everything we’ve been through together, you did just for a wage? All the things you’ve said to me, were they all just scripts?’ Are all my feelings just bought by money?

You press his hand down to stop him from writing and shake your head fervently. ‘I sincerely care for every dragon I work with!’

He glares at you.

‘Please believe me…’ You bite your lip. ‘And if it makes you feel any better, I’m not getting paid to work with you.’

‘Then why are you here?’ he scoffs, making you wince.

‘The girl who rescued you from Lee six years ago asked me to be here.’

‘Someone you owed a favor to or--’ He cuts himself off, and his eyes widen into round discs upon realization. How familiar he thought you looked from the start. How you knew his preference for appai berries. The unidentified girl in his flashbacks. How Lee knew who you are earlier. It all adds up.

“It was you,” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper as memories he tried to repress come rushing back.

“Why?” he kept roaring. “Why?”

In his blurred vision, he spotted an pre-teen version of you, Lee’s rider-in-trainning, approaching him with a blade behind your back.

“Ah, Miss L/N. Have you brought the other scalpels like I asked?”

You nod your head carefully having picked up a sense of what he is attempting. “What are you doing, Master?”

“Let me teach you the real reason we spend so much time befriending these beasts,” Lee chuckled. “Watch!”

With that, he ripped Hyunjin’s fin clean off, making your heart drum in your ear with fear.

“No!” you cried. You raised your hidden blade, trying to stop your mentor. You succeed, giving him a large gash right across his eye.

Lee screamed, and his magic faltered for just a moment. You took this chance to approach Hyunjin for his necklace, but all he saw was a person coming at him with a knife. In his fear, Hyunjin released a series of flames. You managed to rip off his necklace right as Lee recovered from the shock and as the dungeon Hyunjin lit on fire began tumbling down on all of you.

And then all was quiet.

The last thing he saw before the world went black was a girl struggling to get a pillar off of him. She was bleeding in the head right where her auditory cortexes were.

‘I was so scared of Lee, I left you at Sheng Academy and ran. I hid and got around with whatever wild dragon I can use to enter local competitions for their prize money and learned to ride without my ears until a rich lady recognized what I can do and paid me to rehabilitate one of her trophy dragons with an amputated leg. My career started after that.’

‘So I’m the one who blew out your ears?’ Hyunjin gasps.

‘That’s not the point.’ You reach up for his cheek as a single tear of guilt slides down. ‘The point is, you don’t want to swear to me.’

‘No, I can and I will,’ Hyunjin writes adamantly. ‘You can leave me, or cut me up; I don’t care. It’s the only way we can get Lee off both our backs.’

You disagree. ‘We can break his pendant and release you from your oath.’

‘Nothing can break a magic pendant though.’

‘No, not nothing.’

“You’re insane,” Changbin decides, demanding that Chan signs it to you which the latter refuses.

‘What are the chances of its success?’ Chan asks instead.

‘It depends on him,’ you answer, motioning to Hyunjin. ‘You need to leave now, or this won’t work.’

‘This… this is too dangerous. I can’t allow it!’

You look Chan in the eyes. Your charisma isn’t only limited to dragons. ‘You’re going to have to.’

The oldest male takes your hand and frowns at you. He then kisses the back of one before letting go. ‘Come back to me.’

You don’t answer.

Hyunjin makes sure Chan has left before he turns back to where they have found Lee sleeping on a field. “Okay, here we go.”

You nod and step into the clearing, carefully sliding a blade from your thigh. The winter sunset kisses your hair as you tiptoe towards the man. You let out a low note to keep his dragon asleep and hover over your target. You pull the knife back and bring it down to his neck when a hand catches your wrist.

“You honestly think that would work?” Lee sneers. “Have you learned nothing from your time with me?”

You snarl and jump back.

“Why so shy? It’s just me, Sweetie,” he hums, standing up and spreading his arms out. “But honestly, what were you thinking, coming alone at me with nothing but a dagger? What happened to your other friends? Left you behind to complete the race, I suppose? That is quite typical of prefects; they care about nothing but their image.”

Hyunjin clenches his jaw, feeling oddly defensive for the rider.

He continues. “Not answering? That’s alright. I must admit, it’s rather noble of you to try and save little Hyunjin, but as I always say, noble acts are usually the most foolish ones.”

Lee says something and his dragon awakens. It knocks you to the ground, and Lee bounds you up like before. “Now, let’s hear you scream for your knight in shining armor.”

He takes your own blade and digs it into your shoulder, staining your white coat with red. You bite your tongue and snarl at him.

“Resilient, aren’t you? That’s why I took you under my wing. Well, that and your special ability.” A round kick to the head. “Too bad your heart isn’t nearly as tough. We could have been rich, Miss L/N, we really could have. That Terror could have bought us a whole mansion with a pretty fountain in the front.” Another stab. You can’t hold it this time and let out a cry. “There it is! Good girl,” Lee approves. “You know, it’s not too late. Just give me the Terror, and I’ll let you free! I’ll even take you back and give you your own room in the mansion.”

Lee sighs at your lack of response and motions at his dragon. It takes a step back and conjugates magic at its mouth for an attack. At this, Hyunjin cannot sit still and watch any longer. With a powerful roar, he flies into the clearing and throws the other reptile into the trees while shooting a fireball at Lee.

“Oh goodie!” Lee cheers and grounds Hyunjin immediately. He turns to you and pulls on a rope which tugs you up so that you dangle from a tree. “I’ll tell you how this is going to work this time, Hyunjin. I am going to light this tree on fire--” he does so-- “and going to take, oh, just some of your parts. If you cooperate, I might finish in time for what’s left of you to save her before she burns to death! Isn’t that fun?”

Hyunjin roars in protest, but stays still for his master. He keeps his eyes on you as you thrash around in attempts to save yourself from the incoming flames. He doesn’t even feel Lee's knife entering the second part of his tail; all he can hear are your panicked gasps, and all he knows is that Lee is going far too slowly for him to finish on time. Forget his threat, Hyunjin has to break out of his hold now or you’re dead!

But how?

He catches sight of your eyes that are filled with tears from ash irritation and fear of your impending doom. Your gazes lock together and you stop squirming. Slowly, you let a small smile spread over your lips.

That smile. He has seen that smile before. It’s the one you gave him before saving him from the goblins at your own expense. It’s a smile of gratitude for the time spent together and apologizes for the time you’ve cut short. It’s a smile of hope for him and resignation for yourself. It’s a smile of peace. A smile of acceptance. A smile of farewell.

“Hyunjin...”

The voice. His name. It’s softer than a feather yet stronger than a storm. It pierces through his heart and awakens something in him. He wants nothing more than to hear it over and over again. From you. From you when you’re happy, from you when you’re mad, from you when you’re excited, from you when you’re alive.

“NO!” he bellows, watching your coat catch its first flames and your body going limp.

Hyunjin wills his front arm to move to crawl to you, and it does.

“What are you doing?” Lee shrieks as his purple necklace begins to vibrate. “STOP!”

Another step. It’s now enough for Hyunjin to crane his neck up off the floor.

‘No, not nothing,’ you had told him. ‘A dragon’s loyalty oath puts its master before itself. We just have to find something you want more than Lee when you swore to him. We just have to find something you want more than yourself.’

Hyunjin unflurs his wings and Lee’s necklace shatters into his face, piercing through his brain. This goes unnoticed as only one thought resides in Hyunjin’s mind, body, and soul: hearing you say his name again.

Without either of his tail fins, Hyunjin can no longer fly. He opts to climb through the flames and rip you from the ropes with his jaw. When he succeeds, he falls to the ground and rolls around to put out the flames.

Hyunjin immediately returns to human form and begins resuscitation on you, ignoring the burns he’d just received himself.

“Come on, Y/N, come on!” he cries. “I did not just agree to your stupid plan for you to die on me!”

He pinches your nose and blows twice, making sure your chest rises each time. On the second one, you suddenly cough, spraying black saliva everywhere.

“Hyun…” you try before being interrupted with another cough attack.

When you turn back to face him, you see him with the widest smile you’d ever seen. He lets his head collapse onto you and soaks your chest in tears. Weakly, you bring your hand to his head and stroke his hair.

“... jin.”

‘So this is it then? Really?’

You press a new white frame onto his pendant. The second rising sun of the year casts a glow around the both of you.

Hyunjin sighs and helps you adjust your new white coat around your cast. ‘Your wounds haven't even healed yet.’

‘I’ll be fine. Promise.’

‘I know you can be, but I don’t trust that you won’t do something reckless again.’

‘Touche,’ you laugh. It’s a beautiful laugh. Hyunjin wishes he could record this one. ‘Make sure you graduate, okay?’

‘I won’t let you down,’ he promises. ‘Have you told Chan?’

‘Why would I tell Chan?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘You know he has the biggest crush on you.’

‘He deserves someone who’s not trying to get herself killed every week.’

‘Sounds like my kind of girl,” Hyunjin winks.

You scoff humorously and toss a red bag at him. He catches it and knows exactly what’s inside.

‘Good work, Hyunjin!’

He shakes his head and pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, and unfolds the crumpled parchment. He shows you the back of it which reads ‘Good work’ then folds it before flipping it over so that all you can see is the word ‘friend.’ It’s the note you had given him during your first practice when he asked you who you are.

You place a hand over your heart, touched.

Hyunjin walks over and pulls you into a hug. “Thank you. For everything.”

~4 years later~

You wipe sweat from your forehead and look up to the new school you had built for disabled dragons and riders alike. There are still a few odds and ends you have to sort out, but you cannot be more excited for the opening.

Just then, you feel the snap of a twig from someone approaching you from behind. You whip around to confront the intruder, but before you can, he speaks. Or rather, signs.

‘Are you hiring? I have a degree from Sheng Academy,’ the man signs fluently.

Your aggravation melts into joy.

“Hyunjin!”

--end--

~ ad.gold

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peachyunjinnie · 4 years

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❝The New Toy❞ hhj ― m.

― summary:

y/n is frustrated because she lost her job, her best friend jeongin helps her and organizes a job interview with the ceo of the biggest marketing company. mr. hwang gets a lot of interest in you and ends up introducing you into the company and then later on introduce you into his playroom.

hyunjin/female reader | ceo!hyunjin | suggestive | 1.5k ↬ content warnings: bdsm, breath play, fingering

a/n: yes this was a request that I kinda expected and so this is the first part (introduction), and in some days there will be a second part with the smut stuff. I would love to make a series/au out of this

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“Come on, Y/N. You can give it a try. This job could make all of your financial problems go away. You need this, please at least go to the interview.” My best friend Jeongin said.

Homeless and jobless. The situation of my life at this point is completely fucked up. About 2 weeks ago my life was like every other: student, a part-time job at a café and with no worry at all. But since my father died, the income was 0. My school was not paid so I dropped out and the life I had was a 180. About 2 days I couldn’t afford the rent and here I am homeless and living with my best friend Innie.

“I can’t, this company is nothing for me. So why even try?” My voice shaking and close to tears.

“He really doesn’t have a good reputation, but I tried hard to talk to my brother and he is open to get you this job as his first secretary.

“I appreciate your support about this but Hwang Hyunjin the boss, CEO and biggest asshole of whole Busan. I can’t take this one job.”

“Why? It’s just a job, an answer and an opportunity for you. A big opportunity!” he whined.

With a deep sigh, I rethought everything and nodded slowly.

After a long day of getting myself ready and praying it wouldn’t be that bad. A black pencil skirt and a white blouse, my hair in a ponytail, and a little touch of makeup.

“Mr. Hwang is now ready to meet you, follow me.” A young and very beautiful woman, probably in her mid-20s. She was very serious and looked intimidating. If this is the kind of person they are looking for I couldn’t make it in this job.

I stumbled after the lady and made my way to the big office. Behind this door will be an opportunity, an answer may be the answer to all the problems. The young woman opened the door and there he was, the boss of the company, the CEO of the biggest marketing agency. Hwang Hyunjin. In his early 20s the heir of Sir. Hwang who died in a fatal and tragic heart attack, about 2 years ago.

His aura gave sent shivers down my spine and made the hair of my body stand straight up. The secretary left me alone, helpless and scared of how intimidating a young male could be.

“Please come in, Miss Y/N” he said his voice soothingly deep. Raspy and soft at the same time.

I walked in and closed the door. While doing so I say a little prayer that this will be ending soon.

“Have a seat, Miss.” His hand gesturing at the seat in front of him and then I scanned the whole room, from the big windows that covered the wall which showed the skyline of Busan. To the big black office desk. The room is kept in black and white, very fancy and serious.

“ So my brother told me you wanted a job here, tell me a little about yourself. What qualifications do you have?” His gaze hypnotizing me into a trance. His big brown eyes digging into my eyes, looking straight in my soul. I couldn’t answer but after a little while, I stuttered.

“I am organized and can take responsibility. I can work a lot and more than other people and I can keep private life from business. I am honest and straightforward. I-I can work good with people and know how to calm angry/ rude customers.”

“Okay good and how about your private life?” He stood up from his black chair and walked forward to the edge of the desk in front of me. His crotch was dangerously close to my face. He took my breath away and I answered quickly.

“What do you want to know, Sir?” I asked quietly.

“Are you in a relationship?” His head tilting to the right exposing jawline, I didn’t dare to look at him. Kept my eyes on the ground. It can’t be possible to be that intimidated from someone; well you haven’t met Sir Hwang yet.

“N-No, Sir.”

“Good and how about your experience of working?”

“I only worked at a coffee shop as an employee. I am used to working for more than 8 hours a day.”

“Would the job of personal assistant be something for you?” His eyes scanning my whole body, from the hair to the stilettos I’m wearing. He clearly had a problem with my hair and leaned over.

His hands opening the clip and releasing my black hair. His face lighting up into a small but genuine smile.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself.” He purred out.

“N-no pro-probl-em, Sir. And yes, the position o-of pers-personal assistant would be go-good…”

“Great, Great. I will see you on Monday, Miss Y/N.”

“Y/N is okay, I mean just Y/N. No Miss, Sir.”

“Well, then Y/N l will see you on Monday. 9AM, don’t be late.” His voice sharp and direct, but smooth like honey.

My hands shaking, seeing his hand move a strain of hair that was in my face. Effortlessly giving my skin a slight burn, where he accidentally touched my cheeks.

“I-I won’t be late, I-I promise.” I stuttered again, helpless and intimidated by his closure of my face. Goosebumps and uneasy breathing are the results of his intense gaze.

He took my hand and helped me stand up on my feet, which was a bad idea. Not only was he mentally messing me up, but he also gave my knees the feeling of jelly. My knees gave up on me and I quickly fell to the ground.

He took no second thought and helped me up on my feet again. How humiliating this is, I am not even working here but I fell in front of my future boss. I hid my face and quickly said goodbye while running away from Mr. Hwang.

My hair completely messy, my skirt wrinkled, and stilettos making a sound with every step. His signature smile appeared and with a little headshake, he sat on his seat again. He thought to himself.

“What a sub...”

“Sir, please. m-more.” A moan escaped my slightly parted lips. My eyes blindfolded and my core throbbing for friction. He continued to whip my sore ass, his actions getting harder. He whispered in my ear, his voice so deep and so close to me.

“You want more, huh? Beg for it. My little slut.” My heartbeat doubled and my hips automatically went up for another hit. His big and veiny hands held me steady as he pressed me down. He started something in me, a side of me I never thought existed. A wild side, an erotic adventure.

“Good Morning, Sir.” I said while knocking and coming into his office. The scent of Vanilla and Rum filled the air, his cologne was absolutely messing me up. My knees getting weak after seeing a little smile appear on his beautifully full lips. My imagination went through me and I didn’t realize him snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. His face way too near to mine.

“Vanilla…Rum…” I whispered.

“What?” He asked clearly amused with me being dumbfounded.

“Your cologne, I like it.” My voice breaking after that sentence, he played a game with me. And I was willing to play.

“So, you like it, Y/N?” He came even closer, inches away from my face, starring down on me like a prey ready to eat his dinner.

“Y-Yes, smells good. I like it. Me liking you.” Oh no… Here it was my Yoda state. For years this didn’t happen, ever since I had this crush in 7 grade. Oh lord Jesus christ make it go away. I prayed and prayed but he just continued to smirk at me, moisturizing his lips with his tongue. I could not look away, even if I tried my hardest...

“Tell me what is it about you? You completely fascinate me. The perfect sub, you always look down and never even dare to look into my eyes, you make yourself even smaller than you are when you’re around me. You can’t stop pressing your thighs together, signaling that you are needy. You didn’t even say one word when I opened your hair yesterday. So obedient, so willing... I don’t think I can control myself any longer.” he whispered so lightly and softly.

Caressing my cheek slowly while looking into my eyes deeply. His slender fingers softly caressing my cheek, looking into my eyes. Coming dangerously close to my face to the point where he closed his eyes. His face inches apart from mine, electric waves making their way all over my body. And what seemed like 5 seconds was in slow motion, after a whole eternity I felt his soft and plump lips on mine.

The kiss was hot and needy, it was very touchy. His hands roaming my body, his hands were everywhere on my chest, on my arms, on my neck, on my hips, everywhere. A hot feeling surrounding me with lust. I tugged at his hair and pulled him closer. He groaned loudly into my mouth, a low and raspy broken groan. He stopped the kiss and looked into my eyes.

“You will regret ever meeting the devil, angel.”

He smirked, taking my hand and getting me out of that office of his.

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indulge.

pairing — hwang hyunjin x genderneutral! reader

genre — smut; dirty talk, masturbation, choking, praise kink, master kink, hand kink, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, hard dom!hyunjin

synopsis — after avoiding hyunjin for weeks because you got off whilst imagining his face, he’s making it clear that you haven’t been the most subtle one when staring at him. alternatively, 5.5k words of hyunjin being a cocky little fucker.

note — today marks the one month anniversary of this tragedy of a blog, so here’s my gift to you all thank you for supporting me <3 please enjoy this pwp monster! i tried to make the reader genderneutral since the original request used they/them pronouns and fuck it was a challenge and idk if it’ll ever do that again. (writing porn without using the words dick or clit or good boy/girl when referring to the reader is hard i dare you and i cringed writing this out kms) in any case, the reader is a bottom in this fic!

Having a crush on your friend’s bandmate is one thing. Being attracted to said bandmate to the point where your underwear grows damp just by looking at him (in real life and on the internet) is something entirely worse.

It’s in the middle of the night when you wake up with your heart pounding against your chest and sweat trickling down your back beneath the loose t-shirt. Your wet dreams have been appearing a fuck times too often and feature the same person over and over again to your dismay. You’re lucky you’re the only one in the house over the weekend because you don’t necessarily want your moaning at 3 AM to be the main topic during breakfast.

Hoping to cool down while recalling the many times Minho has complained about one of his cats pissing on the couch isn’t working this time. In retrospect, thinking about Minho’s weird cat antics in an attempt to get out of the mood has never been completely effective for the past three months. Sure, picturing your best friend ranting with his mouth full of half-chewed Cheetos and getting some crumbs on your lap is a definite turn-off, but the needy wish of getting dicked by a particular bandmate of his still lingers.

It’s been three months since you realized that the horny part of your brain has stopped projecting different guys out of your mental archive of masturbation-material faces. Instead, it casts one incredibly handsome — he’s so handsome he should be illegal at this point, you decide — person in your mind. Every. Fucking. Time.

You’ve been trying to erase him out of your head, but perhaps it wasn’t your brightest idea when you tried searching for a new figure to replace him with a clear vision in mind. It took you approximately two weeks to realize that you were looking for someone with long and nimble fingers and plump lips and just everything that Hwang Hyunjin is.

Because of knowing that fucker named Hyunjin in person, you haven’t had any sexual release for the past three months. Again, it’s one thing to have a crush on your friend’s bandmate, but it’s a completely different thing when you get off on said bandmate and then have to face him every week and pretend like nothing’s wrong. You’re bound to see him at least once a week because Minho always forces you to be the judge of the group’s new choreography because it’s, quote Minho, “crucial to getting the opinion from an outsider.” And that although he knows you’re far from a dancer. (You’ve taken one single dance class because he hauled your ass to his studio before he became a trainee and ever since, you haven’t stepped a foot into the dance studio.)

You see Hyunjin more often than compared to the remaining members of the group. Because of fucking course, he’s part of the dance line and also contributes into making the choreography, so it shouldn’t be so surprising that he’s started to act comfortably around you. To your horror, him acting comfortably also includes being touchy. That being said, he’s developed a habit of throwing an arm around your shoulder or pinching your cheeks to spite you alongside Minho. It’s only a matter of time until you have no other choice but to give in because Hyunjin is getting more casual by the day. Then again, you’re holding off because you don’t want to have a bad conscience and—

Fuck it.

You hesitantly bunch your blanket to the side and slip a hand underneath the waistband of your underwear, shuddering at the slightest pressure and opening your mouth to let out a silent gasp. Fucking hell, three months of no touching has made you so sensitive. You try to take it slow, carefully ghosting around your weak spots as you graze your other hand over the inside of your thighs, a mewl leaving your mouth.

A wet patch has formed in your underwear and you’re leaking so much that it’s enough to coat two fingers in slick. By then, your body has switched to autopilot and before you can process it, a finger prods at your entrance and that’s when you realize there’s no use in beginning slowly but surely.

You pump your finger in and out of you at a slower pace and your body’s reacting to it astoundingly sensitive to your ministrations. Your hips buck up into the air in the hopes of more friction and muffled curses fly out of your mouth without intervention. All sense of reason flies out the window when you curl your finger and graze your sweet spot. At this point, you’re already imagining it’s Hyunjin’s finger teasing you, Hyunjin watching your squirming form with hungry eyes and knowing that you’re at the brink of begging him to hit your spot.

Once you’re fixated on Hyunjin, you don’t hold back any longer. You get rid of your underwear completely and then slip a second finger in, whimpering at the stretch. It’s been so long, way too long of having last felt this way and when you start scissoring your fingers, you can’t help but bring “Hyunjin, f-fuck,” past your lips. Why the fuck did you sentence yourself to a masturbating-to-Hyunjn prohibition in the first place? It feels so much better now that Hyunjin’s name spills out of your mouth like a prayer.

With every passing second, your movements grow more frantic. The sound of skin slapping and slick squelching in you and your ragged breath resound within your four walls. The bed starts to creak a little, the blanket has somehow found its way to the cold floor and all you can think about is an imaginary Hyunjin fingering you in a moderate tempo and reminding you how wet you are for him and how well you’re doing.

Your imagination is running wild to the point of no return. You’re imagining Hyunjin’s forehead covered in sweat as he fucks you over with his hands, imagining his bangs falling above his eyes, imagining his tongue hungrily running over his plump, pink lips as he stares down at you. He’d smile amusedly at your whines, would coo about how much he loves hearing you so vocal and then mark you up in purple bruises. As much as he’d want to let everyone see the hickeys he planted on you, he’d know better and settle for your thighs, forcing you to keep them spread out for him. And even then, you wouldn’t be allowed to cum unless he gives you the green light.

“P-please, Hyunjin—” you whimper as you sense your high approaching and your fingers speed up. The sensation is becoming too much to handle, the idea of Hyunjin looking down at your with a coy smile and mumbling profanities as he rams his long, slender fingers into you and abuses your spot without a break. You’re not entirely sure what he’d say, but you’re sure that whatever it is, it’s downright filthy and sexy and affecting you more than he’d initially expect.

“Please, Hyunjin, I’m gonna… f-fu-u-uuck… I’m gonna—”

Hyunjin is a cocky little fucker who thrives on control, so he’d pull out and grin at you wickedly, continuing to leave marks on your thighs and restraining your hands from touching yourself. Your cry comes out louder than intended as you do so and you keep your legs spread apart, breath hitching as the cool air hits you bare.

Hyunjin is a kinky piece of shit who loves power. He’s also pretty damn aware of how nice and big his hands are, and you can’t help but want the feeling of his hand wrapped around your neck and his fingers in your mouth. He’d be so fucking smug, waiting for you to get teary-eyed and thrash around pathetically before he lets you indulge.

“I’ll be good for you, just— please—” your voice cracks towards the end and you turn your head to the side to bury your face into the pillow, muffling out your moans when you slowly finger yourself again, trembling legs still spread apart. “Fuck, Hyunjin, please let me cum!”

“Mmh, cum for me,” you imagine him rasping between low groans, a smug smirk etched on his face. “Since you’ve been so good for me.”

You pick up your pace, fingers drilling into you in an abusing manner and your body jolts up. You’re too far gone to control your voice, high-pitched moans and sobs and broken cries of his name bounce off the not-so soundproof walls, but holy fuck, you needed this so badly. Although Hyunjin would bathe in your sounds, his superiority kink would be fed even more once he shoves down his free fingers in your mouth and burns your tear-stained face in the back of his mind. That’s definitely something he’d do, so you shove three fingers into your mouth, imagining they were his. You whine at the thought of him tapping your tongue, a silent order to suck.

When you cum, it’s with a broken sob and Hyunjin’s satisfied grin in mind. Your body is trembling from the wave of pleasure flooding over you, mind hazy from the excessive stimulation. Three months of sexual frustration, you’re riding out three months worth of sexual frustration, so you don’t give a fuck about the drool running down your chin, tears staining your cheeks or the fact that your bedding is now sticky in cum and sweat. As you slowly come down from your high, you wipe off your hand on your shirt and try to catch your breath, eyes staring at the ceiling.

Well, you’re fucked. You finally committed the sin of masturbating to Hyunjin. You’re still basking in your moment of bliss and thus, you don’t care about the aftermath for now. But tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow you’ll regret what you just did. You just hope the regret won’t follow you strongly for the rest of your life.

Four weeks later and you’re still regretting it.

Nothing has changed so far; Minho still spams your inbox when you’re not yet in the practice room to review a choreography even though you still have ten minutes to get there, and Hyunjin still casually throws an arm around your shoulder and buries his face into the crook of your neck when he’s exhausted and not too sweaty.

Nothing has changed so far except that so much has changed.

Obviously, you can’t avoid Hyunjin like the plague — even though that idea sounds fucking genius — but you’re trying to keep a distance from him. You’ve started avoiding his gaze, giving curt answers when he asks you if anything is wrong (“Why should it be? Everything’s peachy!” God Gracious, who the fuck uses the word peachy?) and always find an excuse to run away when you sense that he’s about to start a longer conversation (“Did you hear that? I should go help Felix!”).

You arrive at the practice room ten minutes later than usual due to the traffic jam and immediately slip out of your new shoes once the door slams shut. Fucking hell, you really should’ve worn those out first. “Minho, don’t even dare to bitch around, my feet hurt and it’s currently rush hour and the last thing I need is you breathing down my…” your voice trails off when you look up and only see Hyunjin raising a brow at you.

Oh. Fuck.

“Where are Minho and Felix?” you ask, realizing that you two are the only ones in the room. You try not to stare too much at his defined arms or plump lips or just the fact that he’s dressed in loose pants and a sleeveless shirt.

“Hello to you too,” Hyunjin scowls and walks towards your direction to put his half-empty water bottle back on the table. “Chan is treating them to hotpot. Well, he invited all of us but I really need to perfect this move, so I passed.”

“So that’s why Minho didn’t send me twenty voicemails today for being late, huh. And I can’t believe you passed on free food. Anyway—” you attempt to quickly slip your feet back into your uncomfortable sneakers. “I’m sorry for the intrusion, I’ll get going then—”

Before you know it, Hyunjin grips your wrist forcefully and cuts you off with a pout. “I still need someone to review my dance, though. Don’t you wanna keep me company?”

You ignore the shiver that runs down your spine and blink slowly. “Uh, you do know that I have no fucking clue about dancing.”

“(y/n), that’s not an answer to my question. Am I really that unbearable?”

“What? Of course not! I just don’t see how much of a help I can be here.”

His pout morphs into a smug smile. It’s as if he knows, but you can’t quite decipher what exactly. The grip on your wrist tightens to the point where you should be worried about your blood circulation but instead, you’re enjoying the long, calloused fingers on your skin.

“Then let me ask you something else. Do I ever cross your mind?” Hyunjin’s tone is light and melodic, but the underlying catch is hard to miss. You gulp, suddenly wanting Minho to appear out of nowhere and begin his speech about why the fuck cats deserve rights and are superior to the human race. The sudden mood shift grows insufferable as you slowly try to pull away. However, Hyunjin is persistent and never lets go and invades your personal bubble. That’s when you find your voice again. It’s small and shaky but it’s something.

“Hyunjin, you’re not making any sense—”

“Do you think about me? Dream about me?” you pale at the accusation. He knows. The smile on his face widens in victory. “Bingo.”

And just like that, he pushes you against the door before letting go of you. Now, you could run out of the room, the door handle is just a few inches away, but Hyunjin is strong and fast and there’s no way that you’d succeed in escaping. Not knowing what else to do without feeling as if you want the ground to swallow you whole, you just stand stiffly. Hyunjin laughs through his nose and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“C’mon, we both saw this coming.”

“Really?” you squeak, trembling at his presence. If only he leaned into you a little more, you’d feel his breath prickling your skin. “I-I mean, uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really,” he sighs and then slams a hand against the door, right next to your face, the impact so loud that your body jolts. “Then please explain why you’ve been avoiding me as if I were carrying a contagious disease but then proceed to eye-fuck me when I turn my back to you. I’ve noticed the way you’ve been staring at me and honestly, it’s so cute but also so, so naive of you to think that I’m blind. You do know that this room is full of mirrors, right?”

Your eyes widen in fear. “W-what are you trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m intrigued by you. No, scrap that — I want you. I want to tear you apart. I want you to scream my name. I want you crying as you take my cock up to the hilt. I want a lot of things, so much more than you can imagine, but that’s not the point. Remember, I asked you a question: do I ever cross your mind?”

He reaches for your chin with his free hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. Albeit firm, his grip isn’t too harsh so that you can nod in response.

“Obviously,” he says casually, “I wanna know more though. Give me the gory details.”

You inhale sharply. Fucking hell. No. No. No. It’s already embarrassing enough that Hyunjin has noticed you mentally undressing him the entire time and you’re not going down the rabbit hole of “telling him all of the kinky shit you’ve imagined him do to you and potentially making your fantasies come true”.

Hyunjin makes a sad face, but his voice just drips in shameless glee. “I guess I’ll have to force you then. Didn’t peg you as a brat, but I can work with that too.”

“I’m not a—”

Before you finish wording out your complete thought, Hyunjin grabs you by the collar and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s sloppy and devoid of care or emotion, but it leaves you boiling hot and dizzy. Hyunjin knows no boundaries and slings one arm around your waist to draw you closer to him, the other hand resting at the back of your neck. He’s kissing you feverishly like a man starved, forces his tongue into your mouth and doesn’t give you any chance to pull away and breathe. Meanwhile, your hands find their way to his head and tug on strands of pitch-black hair. It’s a weak attempt to break off the kiss, but it just elicits a groan out of the back of his throat.

When you finally pull away, his eyes are hooded and his lips are red and swollen. Catching your breath, you somehow manage to stumble all the way to the back of the room. Hyunjin pushes you onto the semi-comfortable couch before he starts to kiss you again, breaking it off once to discard his shirt. At the sight of his defined abs (you’re finally seeing them in person and not in shitty LQ pictures that a fan took during a concert, thank you God), you suppress the need to run your hands over them.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the show,” he rasps with a grin before he latches for another uncoordinated liplock. Saliva is dripping down from the corner of your lips, but neither of you seems to care.

Eventually, his hands start to roam your body, undoing the buttons of your shirt before sliding it off your shoulders and throwing it into a corner. He detaches his lips from you and before you can complain, he leans down to suck on the patch of skin below your collarbone. A shaky moan escapes your mouth and you throw your head back, whimpering when he begins to bite. Perhaps you got that partially right. Hyunjin loves to mark, just in dangerous areas to your dismay. One slip up and people are going to see the bruises.

His hands begin to wander lower and lower. They’re halfway undoing the zipper when you sob at the faintest amount of pressure and weep, “Stop stop, Hyunjin— stop!”

He stops in his tracks and looks up at you, clearly impatient. “What?”

“I’m, u-uh, I’m really sensitive, okay?” you feel the blood rush to your cheeks when you say it out loud. “I haven’t got dicked in a while and also haven’t been, uh, touching myself, so uh…”

“Why the fuck not?”

“B-because the last time I touched myself, I’ve been thinking about you!”

“So you got off on… me?”

Hyunjin looks so fucking smug, so satisfied, and you’re pretty damn sure it’s not a trick of the light and his eyes really turned a shade darker. Yeah, that superiority kink? You were right on that, he definitely loves to bask in power.

“Yes, I did. Happy? As I was saying, I’m really fucking sensitive right now, especially my thighs, so don’t—” Hyunjin quickly zips down the rest, applying pressure in all the right places and when he strips off the jeans, he makes sure that his knuckles graze your inner thighs, “d-don’t do shit like this— oh f-fuck, Hyunjin!”

“Yeah, I don’t fucking care.” he shrugs and your pants to God knows where. “By the way, I cut you off before. What did you want to say? You’re not a…?”

“I’m not a brat.”

“You sure do act like one,” he says and adds after a moment of contemplation, “Tell you this. You tell me exactly what you imagined me to do when you touched yourself and I’ll see for myself if you’re really not a brat.”

“What?”

“I wanna know what you want me to do to you. You wanna be good for me, don’t you? Then tell me.”

“You were… I— wait, someone might come in—”

“The practice room is booked for us for another hour. Now go on, I’m listening.”

You squirm when his fingers ghost over the inside of your thighs. Any attempts to move away prove themselves futile as Hyunjin plants you onto the couch with his free hand on your hip. “You had— hhhh. o-oh fuck— your fingers in my mouth, told me to suck and— a-aaa-ah— fingered me then…”

He hums appreciatively before releasing the grip on your hip and violently shoving three fingers into your mouth. His fingers are longer than you expected and you close your eyes in bliss as you earnestly suck on them. Eventually, he starts thrusting them in and out of you, tempo getting faster with every movement and you almost gag when he reaches further into your mouth than you ever could with your own. “Baby, you should see yourself. You look so pretty like this.”

When you moan around his fingers, he snickers. “Do you like it when I praise you? We haven’t even started and you’re already doing so well.”

The disappointment you feel when he pulls out is quickly replaced by even greater pleasure when he presses his thumb directly over the wet patch on your underwear. Hyunjin’s not even applying a lot of pressure, but you’re already at the brink of screaming. “So sensitive for me. Fuck, that’s so hot. So sensitive for me and only me,” he hisses while pulling your panties down.

The direct contact of his spit-covered finger just grazing your entrance sends you into overdrive. Even you yourself didn’t expect to be this hypersensitive to everything he does. You’re growing more vocal by the second and slap an arm in front of your mouth to muffle your sounds. However, he’s not having it and chastises, “Stop that. I want to hear your voice. Don’t hold back.”

You shiver at the authority in his tone and before your brain fully processed it, both of your hands are gripping the armrest as if it were your lifeline, the moans coming out of your mouth unfiltered. Hyunjin smirks. “That’s it, baby. Moan louder for me so that everyone in this building could hear you if the walls weren’t fucking soundproof.”

“Hyunjin, don’t tease me, please!” you shake violently, craving more than what he’s currently giving you. His little touches are too much yet not enough at the same time. Partly frustrated and partly needy, your sobs grow more uncontrolled and tears are already forming in your glassy eyes.

But no, Hyunjin is a cocky little shit who loves the sight of you struggling.

“Hm? But I like seeing you squirm like this. How long is it going to take until you start crying properly?”

“I knew it! I knew you’d be like this!” you cry accusingly, “I can’t, I can’t.”

“Why don’t you do anything against it, then? You’re holding back, it’s cute.”

“Because I— fuck, fu-u-uuck, s-stop it— wanna be good for you. I won’t misbehave, please master, allow me to cum—”

“What did you just call me?” Hyunjin is suddenly tense, stops with his ministrations and stares at you wide-eyed. You mirror his movements, just as perplexed by your words. You didn’t even mean it intentionally, it just slipped out. Sure, you knew that he had that superiority domination kink going on, but did he really enjoy being addressed as— “Say it again.”

You lick your lips and watch him closely. “Let me come, master.”

Hyunjin shudders visibly and the groan that escapes his mouth is raspy and deep and liquid sin. “Since you’re so good for me…” you yelp when he suddenly inserts two fingers into you, and fingers you in a rapid speed. It takes him roughly five thrusts until he finds your weak spot before he repeatedly pumps in and out in the same angle, emitting a sob from your side. “Is there anything else you imagined master doing to you?”

“Hands around… a-aa-ah shit— around my…” Hyunjin raises a brow when you reach out for his free hand and sloppily guide him to your throat. Stars fill your vision as he understands and wraps his fingers around your neck, the missing feeling of air making you light-headed. You weep out a silent cry when he moves his fingers even faster and applies slightly more pressure on your throat.

“Fuck, you look so good with my hand around your neck. What’s next? You want me to gag you with my fingers? Pull your hair when I’m fucking your mouth? Run my hands all over your body as you get yourself off on my thigh? You seem to be really fixated on my hands.”

Hyunjin’s words send you jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body. You don’t even register the intent behind what he says, too focused on all the other sensations. At this point you’re too far gone to keep holding onto any thread of rationality; the tears are gradually streaming down, your thighs are trembling and it hurts yet it doesn’t, and your orgasm hits you so hard you don’t even process it until your body starts to sting.

While you’re recovering from your high, Hyunjin picks up your cum on his fingers and licks it off thoughtfully, his eyes raking up and down your fingers. And then he asks in a manner way too casual for the situation, “How often can you cum, hm?”

You’re already fucked out by his fingers alone, and if he keeps it up, the answer is not a lot of times. Hell, you’re pretty sure your limit is two, but you answer tiredly with, “As many times as master wants me to.”

Hyunjin seems satisfied with the reply and then he gets up on his feet. Cluelessly, you send him mental question marks until he motions you to get up too. “What are you waiting for? Take my pants off.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You just notice now how constrained Hyunjin is underneath the jeans that hung on his hips. Wanting to free him out of his misery as fast as possible, you quickly unbuckle his belt and work on his zipper with the lightest amount of pressure you can muster. From there on, it doesn’t take long until you’ve pulled the fabric down alongside his boxers, revealing his hard length.

At the sight of his size, the precum pooling around his tip and the girth of his length, your mouth waters. “Can I suck you off?”

“I’d love that, but not today.” Hyunjin chuckles when your face drops and grabs your chin, his voice suddenly sultrier and a few intervals lower when he says, “Don’t look so disappointed. I know you’d do a great job. If I fucked your mouth without warning, you’d still take it, right? You wouldn’t deny an inch of my dick, would you? Even if you started to gag, you wouldn’t complain because you want to be good for master.”

He drops himself on the couch and the corners of his mouth crook upwards. “I just thought of something better. I bet you look so pretty bouncing on my cock.”

“Holy fuck,” you whisper. He’s right, that’s so much better than having his pulsing dick in your mouth. Fuck, you’ve been fantasizing about this for the past months after all. And just like that, he’s serving it all on a silver platter.

“C’mon, make me feel good,” he mumbles impatiently as he guides you onto his lap and pulls you in for a kiss. You melt into the kiss, let him abuse your lips up until they bleed if he fucking insists, before smearing precum all over his throbbing dick. Once he’s all slicked up, you raise yourself and sink on him, hissing uncontrollably once his head prods at your entrance.

Despite having him loosening you up a little before with his fingers, the stretch is so intense that you break the kiss and bury your face in the crook of his neck. You’re not the only one who’s affected this badly, as Hyunjin lets a particularly loud groan. “Fuck, you’re so tight. It’s like you were made for me. Be good for master and take me to the hilt, yeah?”

With that, he grips your hips so tightly that they form bruises, and slams you onto the rest of his dick. You stutter out a cry and more tears stream down your face. Hyunjin doesn’t give you time to adjust and lifts you up until only his head is still buried in you, only to push you down again immediately.

“God, you’re taking me in so well. Tell me, who’s making you feel this good?” he demands whilst continuing to manhandle you in this ruthless pace.

“You, master— a-aaa-ah, f-fuck— you’re making me feel this good, master!” you choke out, indulging the rough treatment. “You’re the only one who makes me feel so full!”

Hyunjin groans against you and begins to thrust his hips up into you like a madman. “You’re right, baby, only me huh—” he tugs on your hair with his one hand and kisses you in between your hiccups.

It’s hot, way too hot in here. The sound of skin slapping rings in your ears, as well as Hyunjin’s countless muffled praises. You’re both on edge, orgasm washing over you very soon. It’s prominent in the way Hyunjin’s movements grow more frantically, the way you cling onto him as if he were your saving grace, the way he rasps profanities in your ear.

“Cum for me, baby,” he pants, and it’s the one thrust that he delivers where he’s in you balls-deep and in the right angle that makes you come undone with a loud sob. Hyunjin helps you ride out your high before he pulls out of you completely and his release coats your stomach.

The next few moments are spent in silence, save for the harsh breathing. And then Hyunjin stands up to get a box of tissues next to the speakers and wipes off the cum on his abdomen before cleaning you up. You welcome his actions wholeheartedly, still basking in your post-orgasm bliss. Frankly, every inch of your body hurts and you’re damn sure you won’t be able to feel your legs until the end of the month.

“I’m pretty positive I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” you say once he’s done cleaning you up as much as he can with simple tissues and is now retrieving all the clothes on the floor.

“It’s what you deserve after putting yourself through your weird sex-deprivation thing,” he jokes and falls on the couch beside you, handing you your clothes and offering his water bottle. “Want some?”

You silently take the bottle and take three generous gulps out of it. “Not today. You said not today when I wanted you to suck you off.”

“I mean, if you’re up for a next time, that is. If yes, then cool. If not, that’s also fine by me.” The way he replies is so casual as if he didn’t get hard from being called master. “Anyway, let me help you get back to your clothes.”

“No cuddles? You are the worst in aftercare.”

“I was thinking of cuddling once we both look a tad more presentable, but go off,” he snorts. Nonetheless, he’s extremely gentle and careful when he helps you slip into your button-up. No words are exchanged all the while except for his soft apologies when you wince in pain because fuck, even lifting your legs hurts.

Hyunjin keeps his word. After fixing your hair to the best extent, he wraps an arm around your waist and you rest your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in the practice room,” he chuckles weakly. “If this becomes a regular thing, please let’s not do it in the practice room ever again. I work here.”

Of course you want this to be a regular thing. Fucking hell. But you don’t say that just yet. Instead, you opt for: “Well, if this becomes a regular thing, the dorms seem like a pretty sweet—”

“Absolutely not.”

You laugh quietly, but deep down inside you know he really wants to do that but doesn’t want to admit it out loud because Hyunjin’s a kinky little shit. “Whatever you say.”

Still, it’s a lot to process, everything that just happened. It’s so much that it drains you more than it should. Your eyes are starting to feel heavy and you sense yourself falling into a slumber. However, you still catch Hyunjin’s half exasperated, half panicked “don’t you dare fall asleep on me now, at least stay awake until we’re in my car!”

You’re not entirely certain if this is just your mind playing games on you or actual reality, but you like to believe that shortly after his outburst, Hyunjin kisses you fondly on the forehead and softly mumbles, “Whatever. Sleep tight, baby.”

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maaaaaatryoshka0325 · 4 years

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Shattered Sky - Hwang Hyunjin Zombie Apocalypse AU Part 20 FINALE

Warnings: violence, detailed gore, BIG sads

(<- Previous Part)

You sat with your knee’s to your chest, goosebumps covering your skin as your face was buried into your arms. It had been a few days since you were taken, and you were thrown into a room with no food or water. Your body shook with cold as you sat pressed against the wall on a hard bed, your body sore. Your eyes were swollen and tired from nonstop crying, and every time you closed them, you were woken up by someone, almost as if they were trying to make you go crazy.

You wanted to be back home with Hyunjin, in his arms, hearing his sweet, goofy laugh. You wanted to be in his arms, to have him warmth and scent all around you.

“Hyunjin...” You whimpered.

Maybe he’d forget all about you, maybe he’d wake up and not realize you were gone. You would be just another dead body among the millions, so why did it matter? Why did you matter?

Little did you know how a frantic Hyunjin had woken up to Minho revealing you were missing, the hummer and your abandoned bow found the day after you were taken. Little did you know, they were all ready to go to war for you.

The door swung open and the man who had taken you walked in, his eyes hungry.

“It’s chilly in here, why don’t you come here?” He asked, sitting on the edge of your bed and spreading his arms.

You cowered away from him, your head shaking. He grit his teeth as he roughly pulled your forward, his eyes narrowed on you.

“You came here for a reason, Pet. And I’ll take that reason soon.” He snarled.

You weakly pulled against him and he shoved you back, a yelp escaping your lips as your head cracking off the wall. He gripped your hair and pulled you till your face was up to his, his eyes wild.

“Do you want to eat? Do you want your friends to live?” He snarled.

You closed your eyes as tears poured down your cheeks, a smile on his face as you stopped struggling.

“Smart move.” He purred as he leaned close to you.

“H-Hyunjin..” You whimpered.

I’m so sorry.

A loud smacking sound filled your ears, something warm and sticky splattering across your face as the mans weight was thrown to the side. You slowly raised your head, your body stiffening with shock. Hyunjin stood in front of you, a bloody brick in his hand. The man’s skull was smashed in, his eyes popping out of his skull.

“Hyunjin..” You sobbed out as he rushed to you.

You threw yourself in his arms as you sobbed into his chest, his arms around you as he clutched you to him tightly, his breathing ragged.

“I’m here... I’m here.” He rasped, his voice tight with anger and emotion.

He grabbed your cheeks and wiped your tears, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Your fingers clutched his jacket tightly as you kissed him, before pulling away and burying your face into his chest, pressing your cold, shivering body to his. He quickly took his leather jacket off and put it over you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he kept you pressed against him.

“Oh thank God.” Chan gasped, seeing the both of you.

You both looked up at him and he raised his hands.

“Have your moment, I’ll guard out here.” He said.

Hyunjin gave a small side smile to Chan before turning to you.

“Are you fucking crazy? You went off on your own? Do you know how scared I was?!” He yelled, his voice shaking as his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry I-I just wanted to help... I had to distract myself.” You sobbed.

He pulled you close and buried his face into the crook of your neck, his arms around you tightly as they shook.

“How did you guys find me?” You asked as his warmth began to calm you.

“Minho found the tire tracks and we followed them. It took us hours... But I’m so glad we got here on time before that man...” His voice trailed off as he held you tighter, his nails digging into your skin. “Fuck, I don’t even want to think about it.”

When he pulled away he pressed a kiss to your forehead, getting his guns ready.

“Let’s go home.” He said.

You nodded and reached for one of his guns. Concern flashed in his eyes, but you gave him a reassuring smile.

“We’re in this together.” You said, your dull eyes brightening.

He smiled at you as you both came out, making Chan’s eyes light up.

“Let’s get out of here.” You said.

Both men covered you as you all headed towards the rapid gunfire, relief filling you when you saw Minho and Jisung. Their eyes brightened when they saw you, a huge smile spreading across your face when you saw Changbin, Felix, and Seungmin appear, unscathed.

“You found her!”

You whipped around and saw Jeongin smiling, Woojin right behind him.

Before you could say anything, more gunfire from the other group whizzed past all of you, and you quickly pushed Jeongin on the ground.

“Fuck, everyone take cover!” Hyunjin yelled as he and Chan took refuge behind a crate.

You, Jeongin, and Woojin dove for the hallway, hiding behind the wall.

“Fuck, we’re being split up!” Woojin hissed.

“It’s okay, lets just worry about surviving!” You yelled, getting your gun ready.

“Let’s try and get out of the building!” Woojin suggested.

You and Jeongin followed closely behind Woojin, firing shots as members of the other group ran out. They all looked the same- starved, deranged, mangy. You almost felt bad when you shot a woman in her stomach, looking down at her as her insides were splayed on the ground and she choked. Tears streamed down her eyes, and you dropped beside her, holding her hand.

“I didn’t want this... They made me.” She coughed out.

“Shhh.” You whispered softly.

“Y-You’re lucky you-you got away..” She rasped.

Her hand fell limp, her pretty eyes wide open. You shook your head as you felt tears fill your eyes. This was unfair- she didn’t ask for this. And you would’ve ended up just like her if Hyunjin and the other’s hadn’t gotten there on time.

“We should go.” Jeongin said softly to you.

You gently shut her eyes and nodded, before running towards an open field with them. You looked towards your right and your jaw dropped. A man was aiming his gun at Jeongin, and quickly pushed him aside. Pain shot through your upper abdomen as the bullet lodged itself into you, and you fell back at the impact.

“No!” Woojin gasped, shooting the man in his head.

Jeongin caught you, holding you tightly as blood began to drip down Hyunjin’s jacket.

“Y-Y/N!” He gasped as tears spilled down his eyes.

You let out a small laugh as you looked at him.

“Weren’t you guys supposed to be saving me?” You joked, before letting out a small pained whimper.

“Carry her.” Woojin instructed as he pressed his jacket into your bleeding wound. “We’re racing against time here, there’s hope.”

Jeongin went as fast as he could with you in his arms, relief filling him when he saw the others. Your heart dropped when you saw Hyunjin, who was being held up by Chan and Changbin. His face was bloody and he had blood all over his side and his thigh as he weakly limped. He slowly raised his head and let out a small, choked sob when he saw you. Jeongin gently set you down on your back as Hyunjin pulled away from Chan and Changbin, slowly dropping beside you on his back, towards the opposite direction. (Think of the moment in thanks by seventeen when their heads were on each other’s shoulders if you don’t catch what I’m trying to say)

Your eyes were on each other, a pained smile spreading across his blood stained lips. Tears began to drip down from both of your eyes as you both smiled at each other. You could feel Jeongin pushing on your wound to stop the bleeding, Chan pushing his shirt into Hyunjin’s.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you more.” He whispered back as he pressed his forehead to yours, his tears gently dripping on to your face.

The morning sun cast a glow on your face, as you laid under a sky that was no longer shattered.

END.

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whatisahyunjin · 4 years

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Bittersweet; hjs - part three

genre: angst, fluff, drama, high school au

summary: after having a past with Jisung at a summer camp, you have to tutor the same boy over six months later. however, now he has a significant other and attends your rival school

word count: 1.7K

part one / part two / part four / masterlist

Wandering around on the streets with water droplets splashing hard on your umbrella was not your idea of fun and Kim Seungmin was to blame.

“It’s been twenty minutes since you said that he lives down this street,” you grumbled under your breath.

“Going to his place was not my idea,” the boy replied curtly, pulling you with him to explore the similar-looking apartments on either side of the street.

The two of you had been searching for Hyunjin’s place, when you were hit by unwelcome precipitation. Having seen the forecast, you had already brought an umbrella while Seungmin had not. It was not big enough for the both of you and Seungmin was beyond pissed to have his right sleeve completely soaked.

“Hey, I couldn’t refuse, he asked me in such a sweet way.” That day at school, Hyunjin had overheard your and Seungmin’s conversation about neither of your homes being available for working on the project. He insisted on doing it at his house, leaving you no choice but to accept it and pull Seungmin along with you.

Seungmin ignored your words and entered yet another apartment complex. But this time words painted on the side of the building matched the words on the little slip of paper that Hyunjin had given him.

“Finally,” Seungmin breathed out a sigh of relief and ran to take shelter in the building's lobby as you walked over to the nameplates and began looking for the name ‘Hwang’.

“603, let’s go”

The two of you stood in front of the door, waiting for someone to open it. You hoped Hyunjin would answer it as you were in no mood to socialise with strangers. However your hopes went down the drain as a girl around your age appeared behind the door, confusion written on her face as she looked at the two of you.

Before any of you could speak, “Yeji, go to your room,” a familiar voice called out. Hyunjin shoved the girl to the side and invited you inside.

You muttered a quick hey to both of them and smiled to the girl which she returned warmly. She showed you where to put your shoes and jackets while Hyunjin handed you two towels to dry off.

“Was it hard to find?” Hyunjin inquired, making Seungmin laugh dryly.

“Hyunjin you should have told me at least? I could have gone over to Hana’s house instead of calling her over,” the girl complained. Seemed like she was his sister, they had similar features.

As if on cue, another girl entered from the hallway. Your eyes met hers and you saw her go still as she took in your familiar appearance. Giving you an awkward smile, she stood beside Yeji.

“Well, you can still go to her house,” Hyunjin muttered before looking between you, Seungmin and the two girls, “(name), Seungmin, this is my cousin Yeji. Yeji, this is (name) and Seungmin from my new school.”

“I’m surprised he already has friends,” Yeji said, making all of you laugh except Hyunjin who just rolled his eyes.

“Are you going or not?” he grumbled, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it. He motioned to you to do the same but your feet stayed glued to the spot.

“You didn’t introduce my best friend.” Yeji glared at Hyunjin who just muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

“This is Hana, we go to the same school, that is Hyunjin’s previous school before he transferred to yours,” she introduced the girl beside her, and Hana gave a soft smile to both of you. She was really pretty which made you gulp thinking back to the incident a few days prior.

“I’ve actually met her before,” Hana motioned to you, making you smile nervously.

“What? How?” Yeji looked back and forth between the two of you.

“She’s my boyfriend’s math tutor,” Hana replied, making Hyunjin jerk his head to your side. You stood there awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers as you gave a nod.

After a moment of silence, Hyunjin snickered from his place on the couch. “Jisung needs a tutor now? Wow.”

“Hyunjin,” Yeji warned, quickly stealing a glance at Hana, who was staring at the floor.

Grasping the tension, Seungmin muttered a quick ‘it was nice to meet you’ to the two girls before pushing you towards the couch. They smiled at you two and waved before they left the apartment. Once you were settled on the couch, Seungmin and Hyunjin started discussing the project, leaving you immersed in your own thoughts.

The world is indeed a small place; you thought. This is why Jisung knew about Hyunjin. It seemed as if Hyunjin didn’t leave his old school while being on good terms with Jisung. And Hana. It was obvious that Hyunjin didn’t like her at all.

“Earth to (name)!”

You blankly stared at Seungmin before picking up your part of the work. The two boys looked at you with concern.

“(name) your hair is still wet,” Hyunjin said, standing up and leaving the room.

Once Hyunjin was out of earshot, Seungmin rambled, “I’m so lost. What the hell happened back there? How do y’all know each other? Who is Jisung?”

“He’s just a boy I tutor Seungmin,” you explained to him, heaving out an exasperated sigh.

With that Hyunjin entered the room once again, putting a towel on your head and wrapping it around your hair.

“Hyunjin what are you doing?” you laughed, looking up at the confused boy.

“Isn’t this what y’all girls do your wet hair? The cone thing?” His words made you and Seungmin laugh even more. You grabbed the towel from him, an action which he responded to with a glare, and began drying your hair.

The next morning saw you running through light drizzle towards Jisung’s apartment. It was not as strong as the day before but enough to make your clothes damp. You halted in front of the door to catch your breath before ringing the bell. Great, now you would show up at another person’s house with damp hair and clothes, just like the previous day. You had just enough time to fix your appearance before Jisung appeared at the door.

“(name) what-” The boy pulled you inside, making you sit on the couch as he went inside the house, to grab a towel, you presumed. You removed your outer jacket and realised that your inner shirt was just damp in some places. Your skirt would also dry enough in an hour’s time, which made you sigh in relief as you wouldn’t have to go back home to change.

Jisung came back with a towel in hand and handed it to you before sitting down on the opposite couch. He looked at you with a feeling of nervousness as you dried your hair. Why was it that every little interaction with you made the butterflies in his stomach go wild? It was never the same with Hana, Jisung knew that his feelings for you were way more pure that what he had for Hana, he knew it since the day he had first met you, six months ago. He felt sorry for all that he had done to Hana.

“Can you stop staring?”

Jisung looked down as he felt his cheeks heat up. He stood up in haste and motioned towards the kitchen.

“I’ll be at the dining table,” he muttered and disappeared into the adjacent room.

You stared into space and contemplated your life for a few seconds before following suit.

Jisung was less focused that day. He kept making mistakes in his answers and copied the numbers wrong. His eyes were more focused on how your body was shivering since the moment you were seated on the chair. Even though you were reading your own book, your hands couldn’t stop running up and down your arms to create heat from friction. After every problem, he watched you with concern as you went over his work.

“Jisung you forgot to diff-” you quickly grabbed your handkerchief and sneezed into it. You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them again and muttering a sorry.

“Wait,” Jisung stood up and walked into the hallway, leaving you to stare at his back.

You played with your napkin till you were startled by a familiar grey hoodie put over your shoulders.

“Wear it,” Jisung sternly said. You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Besides, you were feeling too cold to complain. You silently put it on, unconsciously sniffing it. The piece of clothing filled you with warmth, on the outside and the inside. You hid your face from the boy just so he couldn’t see how pink it was.

“Are you warm enough?” he asked, making you lift your face to look at him. You gave him a slight nod and a warm smile which he returned. This was the first time after meeting Jisung again that you felt so comfortable around him, you had missed the feeling.

For the rest of the time, you felt your wall break apart and found yourself not being able to control your feelings. The emotions came rushing back whenever your eyes met his or when his skin brushed against yours.

Soon it was time for you to leave, you collected your belongings and removed the hoodie, instantly shivering due to the loss of heat. You turned to return it back to Jisung, but he just shook his head.

“You have school after this, you might get a cold,” he said softly, pushing it back towards you.

You stared at him, contemplating whether to take it. The boy smiled a little and slightly nodded, making you retract your hand and wear the piece of clothing again. You quickly turned away as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the memories that came flooding back.

Startling the both of you, the bell rang and Jisung sprinted towards the door to answer it. As you swung your bag over your shoulder, he entered the room again, Hana trailing behind. She gave you a small, but genuine smile when she saw you. You returned the gesture, your stomach dropping at the thought of Hana seeing you in Jisung’s hoodie.

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