#hyunggu scenarios

[adachicuto]

kino’s love languages

warning: food mentions

⇾ acts of service

as someone with a very hectic schedule, hyunggu would appreciate your efforts to make things just a little bit easier for him and he would always try and return the favor for you

so, he’d make dinner for you or if he wouldn’t have time he’d order you favorite foods after you had a long day. he’d just want there to be one less thing for you to worry about so he’d do all he could to make sure of that

when you’d be under a lot of stress he would try and make things less stressful for you by allowing you to vent to him and he’d get your favorite snacks and would cuddle you until you’d feel better

would bring you lunch or coffee whenever he’d have time but he’d definitely make time to do little things like that for you and he’d leave little notes wishing you a good day to put another smile on your face

⇾ physical touch

hyunggu would definitely love to wrap you up in hugs any chance he’d get bc it would be a way to show love to you but i also think he would find it very comforting to be able to pull you into his arms

especially after a long day. he’d enter your shared place and he’d find you in the living room watching a show or something and he’d smile before he’d go over and sit next to you so he could pull you into a big hug

he’d always hold your hand when out in public and would probably pull you into a hug every now and then. he’d just always have to hold your hand or something bc he’d find it comforting

hyunggu would appreciate it so much when you’d pull him into a hug after a hard day and of course he’d always do the same for you bc he’d want you to know that he’d always be there for you. he’d be very at ease knowing you’d also always be there for him

⇾ quality time

he’d love to spend time with you so if he can bring you along, he’d do it. like if he could invite you to hang out at the building while he and the members are practicing he would and he’d check on you every chance he’d get to see if you’d need anything

i can see him being super excited if you’d want to learn some of their choreo of if you’d just want to dance with him and he’d explain everything very well to you and you’d probably end up spending most of the day dancing together and it would be a day well spent

i think spending the day at home, especially on rainy days, would be so nice for hyunggu bc he’s get to catch up on his favorite shows with you and see what you’d been up to if he previously had a super busy schedule

he’d love to travel with you and it could be anywhere. it wouldn’t matter to him as long as he’d get to spend so much needed time with you exploring a new place or finding hidden gems somewhere you’d visited before

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[kpopjust4u]

Kinkmas - Day 9: Mirror Sex W/ Kino

Post Date: 9th December 2022 Content: Smut - Pentagon Kino x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Mirror Sex/ Praise/ GN - Reader has vulva/ Ass smacking/ SoftDom!Kino

Summary: You admire yourself so much in your reflections through the town’s windows, Kino turns this into something for both of your pleasures.

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"Look how pretty these lights are," you excitedly squeal, pulling at your boyfriend's hand towards the lights from across the street.

"They're not as pretty as you," Kino cheekily replies, grinning madly as he watches the lights glitter in the reflections in your eyes, admiring how beautiful you really were.

But you weren't the only one admiring yourself, your eyes dropping to your reflection in the window, glowing with the Christmas lights around the town. How you love the reflection of you holding onto the love of your life's hand? How you admire how you looked in the outfit that Kino had picked out for you? And this didn't go a miss by Kino who watches you look at you both in the reflection, smiling to yourself.

Scoffing lightly, "So you like admiring yourself in your reflection, huh?" Kino asks, pulling you close to him, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

He didn't know why but he was so attracted to the way you looked at yourself, smirking as he trails his hands down the contours of your body over your coat. The way you smile at him through the reflection when he trails soft kisses on your cheeks makes him think of many things, mainly about if you could admire yourself like this now, how could you react when you're watching yourself being sent to heaven and back when his tongue and fingers do the dirty work. Or even watching how your face contorts when his hips slam against yours.

And that didn't take long to find out at all. Ushering you home quickly, promising to take you out for hot chocolate and another light show, just so he could try his twisted little idea. Well, that's how he thought it would sound, but he wanted to try it, hoping you would be down for it too.

Getting through the front door, Kino struggles to keep his hands off of you, kissing all up your face and down your neck which makes you giggle, melting into his affection.

“What’s got you all excited, huh?” You squeal, trying to wriggle out of his grasp for a quick breather, and getting greeted by a lustful smirk on his face, the way he peels your coat off your body, throwing it to the side before directing you to the bedroom.

Sitting you down on the bed for the moment, he disappears and comes back holding onto your living room mirror, putting it up against the wall in perfect view of the bed. His hands attach to your body once again, inch by inch taking an item of clothing off your body.

“I wanna try something,” he almost growls when he talks, eyeing every bit of skin that was getting exposed to him every time items of clothing were getting removed, licking his lips in the process. 

“What is it?” You reply in confusion, brows furrowed together as you’re pulled to cradle his lap, skin getting warm to the touch from excitement as your naked bodies press against one another. 

Kissing all up your collarbone, he grips your ass tightly, peering around you to see how perfect you were from behind in the mirror, growling to himself, “You’re so fucking perfect, turn around and look at perfect you are in the mirror”.

Doing as he says, you turn your head, capturing yourself in your reflection on his lap, how the curves of your body are accentuated, smirking as you manage to get a glimpse of him looking at you too which makes your body shiver and goosebumps rise on your skin. 

His fingers trail up your sides, watching how your face contorts in pleasure to his light touches, feeling you starting to get wet on his lap as his other hand trails between your legs.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we? But you have to keep looking at yourself in the mirror,” he whispers seductively in your ear, brushing a finger across your clit to make you react, pleased to see you bite your lip and a muffled whimper leaves your lips. 

Nodding in reply, excited for what you’re in for, you turn around, taking place with your ass up in his direction whilst your chest and head buried into the sheets, turning it so you can still see yourself. Of course, you capture him biting his lip and smirking at your choice of position, happy that you read his mind. 

Making sure to keep an eye on you through your reflections, he gets on his knees behind you and caresses your ass before slapping down hard on the one cheek, making you wince from the stinging sensation. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, how his face contorts in satisfaction, how his dark lustful eyes never leave your body. 

Teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he watches your face, plastered with a smirk as he slowly enters you, the pleasure making your eyes screw shut which makes him stop when he’s deep inside of you, “Keep your eyes open baby, look how pretty you are when you moan because my is cock deep inside of you”. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he instantly adds when he sees your attempt to do as he says, his length sinking deeper into you after pulling out ever so far, making you whimper and quietly cry in pleasure. 

Quickly, you were finding out that this may be your new favourite thing and Kino was all for it, being more vocal than usual with how he loves watching himself fuck you whilst you’re being pleasured like this. 

It was a struggle, you had to admit, to keep your eyes open to watch yourself as your world is getting rocked, the pleasure being too much, and oh how hot your boyfriend was, his growls to accompany his also contorting face made everything a whole lot better. 

“Look at you behaving so well for me, aren’t you so perfect? Look at yourself, you’re so perfect aren’t you?” He practically chants with each stroke he makes, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

To add to it, he reaches under to circle your clit whilst he fills you up so perfectly, making you completely weak in the knees. 

“Yes, Kino... So perfect... Fuck,” you cry out loud, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes peeled on your reflections despite how much he’s trying you.

Stopping momentarily to kiss down your back, and your shoulders, he whispers, “You are, you really are”. 

~

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[oraclekleo]

Kang Hyung Gu (Pentagon) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kang Hyung Gu

Stage Name: Kino

Group: Pentagon

Masterpost: Pentagon

Kang Hyung Gu

Kino (Pentagon)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 3 of Swords

Kino is more likely to take a submissive role in a relationship. He prefers to be pampered, spoiled and taken care of by someone. He longs to be loved unconditionally and truthfully by someone dear to him. He’s likely to have trust issues, though and it might be difficult for him to commit to someone. His lover needs to be patient and show Kino kindness and understanding.

Libido - VII The Chariot

Kino is pretty much driven by his passions and desires. He’s likely to feel strong urges and tension but he’s in charge of these most of the time and he can control himself very well. On the surface he might look calm and cheerful, underneath his fantasy comes up with the most sexual scenarios he can think of. Usually with someone overpowering him and bossing him around.

Turn On - XVII The Star

While being submissive and his imagination creating the perfect dominatrix fantasies, Kino is likely to feel attracted to a kindhearted and beautiful person inside out. He wants to be dommed but at the same time he needs to be sure his lover will treat him lovingly. This person is likely honest and fair and will likely ooze good energy wherever they go. They don’t have to fit in the beauty standards but they still attract people with their gentle smile and glowing eyes.

Kink - Page of Swords

We have mentioned it before and the theme repeats. Kino is likely to get horny over the image of controlled dangerous situations. His lover can use whatever they find fit to dominate him and get him on his knees begging but at the end of the game, Kino needs to be rewarded and called a good boy.

Dirtiest Secret* - 8 of Swords

No surprise again. The dirtiest thing Kino can think of is being at complete mercy to his lover, tied up with ropes, blindfolded, gagged, oblivious of what’s happening around him, being teased at random moments, driven crazy, tension being build up to the the unbearable level, being edged and denied release for hours till he’s bathing in sweat and whining, moaning whimpering, desperate for final satisfaction. While he can go for hours like that, he truly needs the final release to come, though. If there’s no proper ending, he will lose trust in his lover, feel hurt and won’t agree to do this again.

Sorry, I know Kino was not planned but I woke up feeling a strong urge to do his reading. I hope you won't be mad at me for it. 😂

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[cyncialwoo]

[1:39 am] time-stamp/drabble

-pairing: hyunngu x gn! reader

-genre: fluff

-words: 454

-warnings: N/A

-a/n: This is something else I found but I'm also working on something else right now. I am looking at an old project and trying to figure out what my direction was. I will not let this blog die!! >>Masterlist

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You had hosted a sleepover with the boys, they were now fast asleep sharing room in your living room and guest room. You were unable to sleep, looking up at the wall unaware of the hours that had passed already. For some reason, your mind was on high alert keeping you up. Scared that something would happen when you were fast asleep and unable to help them. Blinking up at the ceiling, you almost didn't catch the creak of the door. You quickly sat up to meet Hyunggu’s eyes, who looked concerned. He frowned moving closer to you on the bed slowly closing the door behind him.

Your voice was low, barely a whisper, as if it was hard to get anything out, “Did you need anything? Was sleeping on the floor uncomfortable– if it was, you could take my bed.” You were about to get up, willing to give your space away. Your bed wasn’t helping you sleep.  Hyunggu caught you holding you down by your arms with a gentle touch. He pushed you back down onto the bed. 

His smile was soft, he hadn’t said anything yet the entire time he was here. “That’s not it– I just came to check up on you. You don’t have to give up anything.” With his sweet smile, he sat down next to you. “I woke up in the middle. And you? You look like you haven’t slept at all.”

You looked down, now starting to feel shy in front of the man’s presence. “You got me.” It had come out less comical than you had intended. If that was ever your intention at all. “Mind if I try to give it a try? You know, to help you sleep?” You still couldn’t meet his eyes. You felt Hyunggu’s weight lift from your side of the bed and resituate on the other side. He tugged on your shirt making you look at him. There was barely any light in the room, most of it from the crack in your blinds. Again, his face had nothing but sweetness and concern as he spoke to you,  “Lay down.” He had already slipped into the spot next to you. 

You obeyed him, letting yourself lie down on the spot next to him. He laid on his side, his body towards yours. You ended up facing him looking up into his eyes. He pulled you closer to him, throwing his arms around you and slowly patting you. You let him, you knew you needed the sleep, and you knew he wouldn’t do anything bad. So, you allowed yourself to drift into sleep with him. Finally getting the sleep you were missing, and feeling his body rest next to yours.

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[zushudelulu]

Boy Replay: 3. pool shit.

"I'll see you guys there then, yeah?"

"If your brother let's us"

"Taehyun leave her alone, yes we'll see you there. Make sure Sunghoon drives safe okay?"

"Yeah"

Sakura rolls up the windows and watches as Jiwon walks over to a black mercedes-benz, probably Sunghoon's car.

"You guys ready?" Sakura looks behind at the litter of college kids she has in her car. "Unnie, you realize it's like a 7 minute drive right? No need to be dramatic." Chaewon tells the eldest while paying attention to something on her phone. "Better safe than sorry chae" the oldest girl replies.

"Hey" Jiwon tells her older brother as she slides into the passenger seat of his black car. "Yeah, hey. Jiwonie, these are my friends, I know you haven't been formally introduced, so here, Jiwon this is Jay, Riki, Heesung, Yeonjun, and Hyunggu." The boys awkwardly wave at the younger girl in the passenger seat. These were gonna be the longest 7 minutes of her life, Jiwon thought.

"We have incredible history that lies within these walls here at the International School of Seoul Arts. Our school has always been a place where different cultures and parts of the world can come together in the name of education. You all have made a great choice." The tour guide gleams with pride as he explains the history of ISOSA. Lee Y/n however, was too busy letting her mind wander and indulge in potential future scenarios that could take place at the school to listen to the tour guide. She imagined herself waking up to a beautiful view from her dorm window every morning, having fun with her friends every chance they could get, and maybe, a potential boyfriend to hold her when it got cold.

"Lee Y/n," Taehyun snaps Y/n back to reality as he tells her they're moving along to another part of the school. The pool.

"And over here, piled along with our outdoor courts for sports, we have multiple regular sized pools, and the Knight pool, as the students here call it." The tour guide points to a pool in the center of all. A pool bigger than all the other regular pools. Go Isosa Knights?

"Shit" Jungwon spews out. "I'll catch up with you guys, I have to go to the bathroom." Jungwon looks around the crowd of students as scouts for a nearby bathroom, eventually spotting one behind the pool lockers. "Did you eat those spicy noodles with chicken again!?" Kai quietly yells at his friend. "Yes??? No??? Look it doesn't matter, I'm just gonna head okay? I'll be back soon." Jungwon leaves with that as he jogs lightly to the bathroom.

"God, this tour guide does not get paid enough for this shit." Yujin says while looking at the tour guide with pity as he continues to talk about Isosa while having trash thrown at him by multiple students. "Agreed." The rest of her friends say as they begin to share the same expression as her. "Do pools even have history????" Chaewon blindly asks. "You know, I can't tell if that's the SMARTEST, thing you've ever said, or the DUMBEST, thing you've ever said." Taehyun bluntly tells the older girl as Y/n and Eunchae giggle at their banter. The tour guide eventually ushers the large crowd pf students to another area of the school. Amongst the moving crowd, Huening Bahiyyih spots someone she never wanted to see again.

"I'm gonna be fine hoon, look I'm not interested in anyone right now, much less your snobby friends."

"Watch it. Look, I just want to look out for you. I NEED, to look out for you. That's my duty as your older brother. Especially with the atmosphere here, okay?" Sunghoon tells his younger sister amidst the crowd of moving people, to which he pulled her away to so his friends wouldn't butt in. "Yeah, yeah, I get it don't worry." Jiwon replies nonchalantly. Sunghoon gives her a worrisome look.

On the other side of the Knight pool, unbeknownst to either Jiwon or Sunghoon, Bahiyyih slowly feels her world crumble down. She doesn't know whether to go find Kai and demand an explanation, go over to Sunghoon and air everything in front of hundreds of people, or simply,

Try and not replay the memory of him in her mind.

"Hey Jay? Isn't that girl that's staring at hoon that one Bahiyyih girl he was talking about? You know, Kai's sister." Heesung leans in to tell Jay. "Oh, yeah I think it might be" Jay replies as he looks in her direction. "She looks like she's seen a ghost. It's probably cuz of how pale Sunghoon is" Heesung jeers and Jay guffaws.

Bahiyyih's friends begin to call out her name in order from them to move away from the pool area, however, to Bahiyyih their calls are drowned out by the pulsing sound of the blood pounding on her face and ears, and the racing of her young heart. Bahiyyih never planned on seeing Park Sunghoon ever again. She had endured enough of him. And yet here he was, at her dream school, her brother's school, HER, school. Looking as devilishly handsome as ever, just a little more mature with his mannerisms and on his face. She hated everything about him. And now she might just hate Kai for never telling her he went here. She felt her knees getting weaker by the millisecond and her ears losing their hearing. She needed a cold wake up call to snap out of this. And she got it.

SPLASH

Bahiyyih could feel the cold pool water all over her body as her ears regained their hearing with the jeers of her soon-to-be classmates and their roars of laughter.

"Oh ho, HOLY SHIT, THAT'S THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED THIS WHOLE ORIENTATION." Heesung exclaims while not being able to hold back his laughter with his friends. Yeonjun and Riki can't contain their laughter either as they quickly snap photos of a soaking wet Bahiyyih.

Bahiyyih soon regains her footing as her friends help her out of the pool. "WOAH, what happened hiyyih????" Sakura asks as she takes off her hoodie in order to cover up her younger friend. Bahiyyih can't help but feel frightened with all her senses being awakened. "It- it's nothing, I just- just lost my balance I guess." Bahiyyih mumbles out while looking down at her fingers and twiddling with them. "You guess????" Yujin exclaims while reaching over for some of the freshly set out towels for the Isosa swimming team in order to dry off her friend. Y/n on the other hand, burns holes into the heads of the boys that snapped pictures of her friend. And she soon finds herself marching over to them.

"What the hell!?!?"

"Sorry what?"

"Why would you take photos and laugh at someone for simply falling in a pool!?!? What's wrong with you!!??" Y/n exclaims as she shoves Heesung into the pool fence.

"Excuse me?" Heesung rebuttals while not being able to hold back his laughter still. "What's wrong with you for not laughing, that was hilarious." Heesung laughs. Y/n feels her blood boil past a safe point and doesn't hold back.

She just punched Lee Heesung in the face.

And God, did it feel good.

Even more gasps and shocks emitt from the crowd of students as they see Y/n punch one of the most popular boys at Isosa.

"YANG JUNGWON. GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE" Kai yells at his friend once again. "What happened this time?" Jungwon replies with a tired look on his face as he finally walks out of the bathroom. "This freshman, I think she's friends with hiyyih, she just PUNCHED, Lee Heesung in the face." Kai exclaims with a bloodlust on his face. "You know for once I have to agree with Kai, Heesung deserves it." Sunoo exclaims. Soobin puts a hand on Jungwon's shoulder as he points his eyes to a bleeding Lee Heesung. Y/n and her friends having left the scene of crime already. "THAT, right there, is one of the most popular guys in school believe it or not." Soobin explains.

"Wow."

"Holy shit Hee, what happened??" Sunghoon asks with a worried look on his face. "Some freshman girl punched Heesung here because we were laughing at her friend who fell in the Knight pool. That Bahiyyih girl you mentioned I think." Hyunggu fills Sunghoon in calmly. "Shit, you really let yourself get owned by a freshman girl huh" Jay says while placing a hand on Heesung's back. Sunghoon goes quiet at the mention of Bahiyyih's name again.

Not again.

"Shit hiyyih, are you sure it was just you losing your balance??" Sakura asks with a concerned look on her face as they walk out of their school gates. "I better not have punched that emo asshole for nothing" Y/n expresses as as looks down at her bruised fist, flexing and unflexing it. "His face was tough as shit." Yunjin pushes her sunglasses up to pull her hair back slightly as she looks at hiyyih, "I was prepared to fight my pookie wookie Yeonjun for taking that picture of you hiyyih." Yunjin explains while making are fists and jabs and walking backwards. Bahiyyih suddenly stops dead in her tracks with an apprehensive look drawn over her face. Her friends slowly turn back to look at her and then exchange worried and confused looks. "No. It actually wasn't that at all." Bahiyyih says in a sad tone. Her friends once again exchange the same looks, with Sakura stepping closer to Bahiyyih to question her. "Then...?" Sakura questions.

"Sunghoon and I used to date."

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[milkybonya]

all ears

order 022, anon: large banana milk tea with regular pearls and grass jelly for Kino

Warnings: some angst

Summary: where college!Kino is popular but also friends with you, who is in love with him without him realizing... until one day, he does

word count: 1k+

[a/n]: i've been listening to So Soobin a lot these days,,, his songs give off very big coffee shop vibes,,, i highly recommend for when you need something calm to just breathe to!!

Despite being friends with the most popular visual arts major on campus, you were never in the limelight. Well, let me make a correction. Kino was actually the most popular person on the entire campus.

You'd get cut off when you walked next to him while telling a story as people would say hi to him as they passed by, distracting him from whatever you were telling him. He always apologized with a sad smile on his face, telling you to continue, and it made you feel so damn crappy. How could such a popular guy be so... nice? Well, it was his niceness that fuelled his popularity, too.

He gained all of this attention after performing during your university's welcome week. You were already friends with Kino then, having met him in your senior year of high school when he transferred to your school. He was only popular in high school because he was new and cool, you thought. But nope. He gained popularity again with his honey voice as he sang to a crowd of drunk students.

And as people got to know him more for his sweet personality, they all fell in love. Everyone wanted to go on blind dates with him, hangout with him, study with him. He'd accept their offers now and again, but not all the time. He needed time to himself, but also, you forced him to spend time with you.

"Kino, let's go on a walk!" you said, grabbing his arm as he stood in the library.

"But we just got here?"

"I need to clear my head," you lie, just wanting an excuse to step away from your books while still being around Kino.

"Okay, then. Let's go," he said, letting you lead the way with a big smile.

Your arms still intertwined, you looked down to hide your smile and walked forwards, almost hitting a bookcase if Kino hadn't held out his free arm in front of you to force you to stop.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to hold back laughter.

You laughed along with him, simultaneously covering your mouths after remembering that you were in a library and running off, arms still intertwined.

Yes, you were very much in love with Kino. But he knew nothing of it. He was so lost in romance, always thinking, talking, writing, drawing, painting and singing about it, but he still couldn't realize your feelings for him.

Every time he was asked if the two of you were dating, he'd smile and immediately say, "noo! [y/n] and I have been and will always just be friends."

It stabbed your heart, but what could you do. That was the boy you loved. When he made you feel like the only person alive sometimes, how could you not fall for him?

When he you would do presentations in senior year of high school, Kino would gaze at you with his face sitting on his palms, his elbows resting on his desk. His smile would encourage you while making you more nervous at the same time. The way his eyes sparkled seemed illegal, and each time he nodded along to your words, you'd melt.

Maybe that's why you always made him listen to you talk about the most absurd things.

"Kino! I have something to tell you," you'd say, and he'd look up with a knowing smile.

"i'm all ears, [y/n]. Go ahead."

He'd always give the most genuine and sincere reactions, too.

One day as the two of you are clearing your heads again by walking through the campus at night, Kino still being stopped by a million people even though it's dark out, you notice a path you've never seen before.

"Kino, all of these people acting like you're a celebrity are bothering me. Can we go down that path and see where it takes us?" you ask the boy, who nods with a grin.

"It's nice to know people care about me," Kino said sweetly, patting your head as the two of you walked.

The path was a little scary at first in the dark. It was narrow and there were trees on both sides, forcing the two of you to walk side by side in a very squished manner.

"Hey, what's that?" Kino asked, pointing to a clearing up ahead.

You ran forwards towards it, and Kino ran after you.

"Woah," you both said.

It was a viewing point, the low wooden fence surrounding it littered with fairy lights that echoed the light of the city just below. It was gorgeous, and you wondered why the place was so empty on such a lovely night.

"[y/n].... it's so beautiful," Kino said, looking at all the lights.

You smiled at him and how radiant his face was; it was even brighter than all the lights. Then, you looked up and saw the moon. Kino's eyes followed yours, and then you stared at him again as he looked at the moon in the sky.

"Quit staring, [y/n]," he said without looking at you.

"In Persian culture, they say that if you stare at the face of your loved one while they look at the moon, then you'll both have good fortune and your wishes will come true."

"You love me?" Kino asked you, then.

You hesitated to answer, and Kino simply blinked at you with a big smile still on his face.

It was then that your fight or flight instinct kicked in, and you took flight, running away, back out through the path and towards your dorm.

Out of embarrassment, you didn't talk to Kino for a week. Nor did you attend any of your classes out of fear of seeing him.

Kino wasn't himself without you. He didn't sleep well, nor eat, he couldn't focus in class, and all he did was call or text you despite still getting no response.

"If you're so worried, go visit them," someone told him.

And he realized they were right. He couldn't give you time, anymore. It had been a week, and he was worried.

When you opened the door and he saw you looked relatively okay, he let out a sigh of relief and hugged you.

"I missed you, [y/n]," was the first thing he thought of saying.

With his head on your chest, he could hear your heartbeat speeding up. You pushed him away for that reason, asking him why he was there.

"Because I missed you... I already said that."

You sighed.

"I think I figured out what happened, [y/n]. I'm not that dumb. That question I asked you that day must have been what bothered you."

You remained silent.

"And it's been bothering me, too. You... Do you like me, [y/n]?" Kino asked.

You closed your eyes tightly while telling him that you indeed, did. Whatever, it was about time he found out. Might as well get it over with.

"Well, [y/n], this week without you has been hell, and I don't think I can have you out of my sight for even a day. I like you too, [y/n]. I'm sorry that being away from you for a week made me realize that."

You opened your eyes and found Kino reaching for your hands with the most sincere expression on his face. When he finally grabbed your hands, you let him. You let him rub them while he waited for you to talk.

"I'm all ears, [y/n]. You know that," he said as soon as you were about to speak, reading your mind.

"So... do you wanna date or something?" you asked, half jokingly in case he said no.

But to your surprise, he nodded and hugged you more tightly than ever before, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

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[princekunge]

Glimmer | Mermaid!Kino

Kino x Fem!Reader | Word Count: 4,146

A/N: Mermaid aus are not my go to for reading or writing, but I was thinking about Kino one day and how beautiful he would be as a mermaid and eventually this fic demanded I write it. So here it is. Also rip Hongseok I’m so sorry. 

The sea breeze felt cool against your skin as you sat on the dock, your feet dangling off the edge with your hands behind you supporting your weight, the wood from the dock digging into the palm of your hand. Your eyes were closed as you took in the sound of the waves and the feeling of the warm sun on your skin. You used to spend almost every day out here when you were growing up, playing in the sand along the beach building terrible sandcastles, taking running leaps off your dock into the water to see how far out you could jump, watching the fisherman bringing their boats in at night because your friend had told you that sometimes they caught mermaids. It was a ridiculous notion to be sure, but it took far longer for you to grow out of the idea than you would like to admit. 

Local legend always had whispers of mermaids living beneath the shore and many in your town believed they were real. Some said that if you saw the tail of a mermaid before your wedding day that it would bring you luck, others said that if you were to look into the eyes of a mermaid you would surely die that very day. Your mother believed that mermaids had the ability to heal and we’re forces of good.

You felt a little guilty even now about the last time she had brought it up in conversation. It was your second semester of college.You had moved away to the city to study and had fallen victim to the siren call of the lights and fast paced life that it offered. When you had called your mother one day to catch up and she had started to ramble about mermaids you, in no uncertain terms, had told her that you didn’t have time for backwater superstitions and that she was dumb for believing in them. Needless to say your relationship with your mother had been strained ever since.

This was the first time you had returned to the coastal town you had grown up in since going off to college in fact. It had been years since you left for the city, and years since you had graduated from your university, but the town hadn’t changed a bit.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” A familiar voice said from behind you, making you turn away from the sea. Your fiance stood at the beginning of the dock with his hands on his hips as he looked at you. You had brought him with you to meet your parents and show him the town you had grown up in, but from the minute you all had arrived it was painfully obvious how much he did not fit in with the life of the town. Yang Hongseok, your fiance, had been an acting major in college and was currently lined up to play the second lead in an upcoming drama. The two of you had met in college through your friend Hwitaek who took a little too much pleasure getting involved with his friends' love lives. Regardless, the two of you had hit it off your junior year of university and had been dating ever since. When Hongseok had popped the question one night at dinner a few months ago it seemed like the logical next step for your relationship. “What are you doing over there?” He asked.

“Enjoying the sound of the waves and getting some sun, thinking about how much I used to do this when I was growing up,” you answered. “Want to join me?” 

“No thanks. I would need to put on way more sunscreen and less expensive pants to do that,” He replied, turning down your offer. “Come on babe, I booked us a trip on one of the sightseeing boats for a look along the coast, we don’t want to be late.”

You sighed, looking back out at the waves. “I’ll be there in a second,” you said somewhat distractedly.

“Ok, but hurry up, you know I don’t like to wait and I spent a lot of money on this boat. I don’t want to miss it,” Hongseok replied, putting his hands in his pockets before wandering back to your childhood home up the beach.

You sighed again pulling your legs up to your chest, watching the waves break against a nearby outcropping of rocks. When you were 10 you had fearlessly climbed the rocks pretending to be a pirate looking for treasure, but instead of treasure you had seen a boy around your age in the water with bright pink hair. The sight had shocked you so much that you had almost fallen off the rocks, but when you blinked he had disappeared. You had never seen the boy before that day and hadn’t seen him since. You figured he must have been a tourist visiting with his family, but something about that conclusion didn’t quite sit right with you. Ever since you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the outcropping; often spending most of your days either on the docks looking at the waves or climbing the rocks and sitting there for hours. 

It was as you were staring off at the waves that for a moment you thought you saw a shock of pink hair out by the rocks. You sat up straighter, putting your legs down again and leaning forward, but as you strained your eyes to try and look there was nothing there. You frowned, feeling slightly disappointed in a way that you didn’t fully understand. You shook your head and stood up, sending one last look back toward the outcropping before heading back home. 

Hongseok was waiting for you with crossed arms and an irritated look on his face. “I think your definition of ‘I’ll be there in a second’ is very different from mine,” He huffed out as you walked through the door, wiping the sand off your feet on the mat as you entered.

“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” You replied. You met the gaze of your mother who was drying dishes in the kitchen who quickly looked away. You knew she didn’t approve of Hongseok, neither did your father for that matter. While neither of them had said anything outright, you could tell in their body posture and whispered conversations when they thought you weren’t around. The four of you had plans to go out to dinner the next night so you hoped that it would help ease the tension between the four of you and convince them that you were happy. “I’ll go get changed and be right down. Won’t take me long,”

You put on a more appropriate outfit for the sightseeing trip and quickly bounded back downstairs where Hongseok was waiting for you by the door. 

The boat tour was beautiful, you couldn’t help but be entranced by the way the ocean waves glittered under the setting sun and soaked up all the information the captain shared with you as you sailed along the coast. Leaning against the railing of the boat you could just barely see the outline of the town you had grown up in; with the setting of the sun you could see the lights being turned on in homes and lamps being lit outside. It was beautiful and it was peaceful, and you couldn’t help but wonder why you had ever left in the first place.

“Babe get this,” Hongseok chuckled lightly as he walked over to join you by the railing. “According to our captain here these waters are home to mermaids, can you believe that? Who knew there were people who still believed in that kind of silly superstition these days.”

A weak smile reached your lips, “I know right? You would think if mermaids existed scientists would have found them by now.”

“That’s what I told him, but he insisted that they’re out there,” Hongseok laughed again. “I think the people in this town have spent a little too much time out under the sun, good thing you got out of here when you did.” 

You couldn’t find it in you to laugh with him, in fact it stung you a little to hear him so easily make fun of the people you had grown up with and the town that had raised you. “Yeah, good thing huh,” You said half-heartedly, ignoring the feeling in your chest as you slipped your arms around his waist and leaned your head against his chest; your gaze once again turning towards the sea. As the sun continued to glitter across the ocean for a moment you thought you saw the brief glitter of scales under the water, but they disappeared just as quickly.

That night as you fell asleep in Hongseok’s arms you dreamt of pink hair and blue scales that glittered like diamonds. 

The next morning you found yourself pulled back out to the beach. It was still early, and the sun was just beginning to rise. You had left your fiance sleeping in bed, but figured he wouldn’t mind too much. You spent most of the morning walking along the beach, letting the waves wash over your feet and picking up seashells to look at that you found interesting before returning them to the ocean. You didn’t pay any attention to the passage of time, but eventually you noticed that the sun wasn’t as high in the sky anymore and your stomach was rumbling. You figured that you should probably head back home.

“There you are! You keep running off and disappearing for hours, it's messing up my plans!” Hongseok exclaimed as you entered through the back door, “I wanted to take you out to lunch at this nice restaurant in the next town over, but you were gone so long and didn’t take your phone I had to cancel our reservations.”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, I didn’t realize how late it was getting,” You said looking at the clock, it was well past lunchtime and drifting into the evening. “I was walking along the beach looking at the scenery, I’ve really missed this place.” 

“It’s fine I guess,” Hongseok waved off. “But it’s getting pretty late already and we’re having dinner with your parents, you should go get ready.”

“Ok, I’ll be right down,” You said before running upstairs to change. 

True to your word you changed quickly, putting on your favorite dress and earrings that matched the expensive engagement ring Hongseok had gotten you. You eyed it briefly as you stood in your childhood bedroom. When you showed it off to your friends in the city you had felt so proud about how big it was and how much it shined in the lights of the city, but ever since arriving back home it looked foreign and out of place on your hand. You shook your head as if to push the thought out of your head before returning downstairs where Hongseok was waiting. 

“You’re parent’s already left for the restaurant, you ready?” Hongseok asked. 

“Yep, let's go!” You said forcing a smile to your face as you threaded your arm through his, letting him lead you out of the house. 

It was a short trip to the restaurant but it felt like ages. The closer you got the more the pit of dread in your stomach grew. You weren’t even sure what it was that you were dreading, but the feeling remained regardless. Your parents were already seated at a table on the patio overlooking the beach when you arrived. You greeted them with a smile, but the tension had not gone away. The waiter came and went with your drink order as you looked over the menu, idly biting your bottom lip not looking forward to the inevitable conversation to come, not understanding what about it you dreaded so much. The waiter returned and took down your meal order before taking up the menus and all you were left to do was fidget with the ring that sat heavy on your finger. 

“So, Hongseok,” Your father began and you wondered if the pit in your stomach would swallow you whole. Part of you wished it would. “Why do you want to marry our daughter?” Straight to the heart of the matter, your father had never been one to mince words. 

Hongseok blinked as if he hadn’t even considered it before, “Why? Why wouldn’t I want to marry your daughter? We've been dating for years and we fit well together; it makes sense for us to get married.” Yes it made sense. You and Hongseok had always made sense and your friends in college always said that one day you would get married. You suddenly wished you had stopped and asked them why it made sense, because you were having trouble coming up with an answer. 

Your father frowned, his face as disapproving as ever. You took great interest in looking out over the water wondering if you could run away from this conversation. Wondering if you could run away and become sea foam.  “Don’t you love each other?” Your mother spoke up, concern covering her features.

Hongsoek tilted his head as if to think about it, “love? Yes I suppose we love each other.” You suppose you should have felt something at his words. 

Your mother turned to look at you, “Honey? Don’t you have anything to add?” She asked, almost pleading with you. For you to speak up and explain why you and Hongseok made sense, why you and Hongeok should get married. 

You felt like a deer caught in the headlights, as three pairs of eyes turned to look at you waiting for you to say something. “I,” you began. What were you supposed to say? That you were happy together, and that you loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of your lives together? When was the last time Hongseok had told you he loved you? When was the last time you had said you loved him? You couldn’t remember. That was wrong, right? People who were getting married should be telling each other they love one another, so then why couldn’t you bring yourself to say it. “I,” you tried again, but it was like the words wouldn’t or couldn’t come out, like the air was being sucked from your lungs and the eyes of everyone were suffocating you. “I need to go!” You said standing up suddenly, pushing your chair out from under you. In your haste it toppled over. Your parents and Hongseok looked at you in surprise at your sudden exclamation. “I need to go to the beach. I just, I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t do this. I need to go.” You said, backing away from the table.

“Babe?” Hongseok spoke up, confusion in his voice.

You turned and ran as your mother called out after you. 

You didn’t pay attention to where you were going, you didn’t care. You just knew you had to get away. With every step you took, you felt the pit in your stomach grow smaller and smaller and it became easier to breathe. Somewhere along the way you ditched your expensive shoes to go barefoot. Eventually you found yourself standing on a familiar dock looking out at a familiar outcropping of rocks.

You took deep breaths of the salty ocean air, closing your eyes and letting the sound of the waves overtake you. After a few moments you laid down on your stomach on the dock with your head resting on your arms looking down at the water, trying to calm down and wondering how much you would regret it if you were to get into the water in your favorite dress. The sun was setting on the horizon and it painted a masterpiece on the water. 

You were looking at this masterpiece when a shock of pink hair and a face broke through the water beneath you and surfaced. You gasped, eyes wide. It was a man and he was stunning. His pink hair fell delicately around his face and his skin seemed to faintly glimmer under the setting sun. You had never seen anyone so beautiful before in your life. Your eyes met his and you couldn’t seem to move. 

“Hi,” you breathed out.

His eyes trailed your face as a smirk pulled at his lips before he grabbed the edge of the dock and pulled himself up closer so that he was only inches from your face. “Hello,” He said, his gaze still traveling over your face. Now that more of his body had been pulled out of the water you could see that where normally men would be wearing swim trunks, his skin gave way to shimmering blue scales that shone like diamonds. 

You gasped again, “You’re… you’re a mermaid!”

His smirk pulled wider into a grin, “Are you scared?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.

Something tickled in the back of your mind, a memory that you had somehow forgotten. 

“You’re a mermaid!” You exclaim from the rocks, crawling closer to look at the boy and his diamond tail sitting nearby.

“Are you scared?” He challenged, jutting his chin out at you and crossing his arms over his chest. 

You scoffed, “Me? Scared? Never! I’m a pirate, I'm not scared of anything!”

“You don’t look like a pirate, you just look like a silly girl playing pretend.” The boy sneered.

You gasped, affronted by his insult. “I am too a pirate! I’ll prove it to you!” You stood up and tried to clamber over the rocks to grab your toy cutlass, but in your haste slipped on the wet rocks. The pain as you fell against the rocks into the sea was instantaneous and you attempted to cry out, but your mouth began to fill with sea water. Blood from a wound you couldn’t see began to spread in the water as you choked and gasped for breath. You were scared. You were going to die at 10 years old and no one would ever know what happened to you. 

Suddenly arms wrapped around your body and hauled you out of the water onto solid land, giving you the opportunity to cough out the water that had filled your lungs and finally catch your breath. You were still in pain and your head hurt immensely. You reached up to touch where it hurt and your hand came away bloody. Not knowing what else to do you began to cry.

“Hey, what are you doing. Don’t cry! I just saved your life, stop crying!” The voice of the boy said from beside you. “Ugh stop crying, here let me-” He trailed off as he roughly placed one of his hands against your wound and began to sing. You slowly stopped crying as you listened to his song and by the time he stopped the pain had completely gone away. 

“Wha-what did you do?” You hiccuped. 

“What do you think, I healed you of course,” He replied, proud of himself. 

You sat up straight, looking at him in surprise, “You healed me? Are you magic!” You asked.

The boy scoffed again, “Of course I’m magic, I'm a merman.”

You gave him a dubious look, “You aren’t a man, you look like you’re the same age as me.”

The boy huffed, “I am too!” He insisted. “But anyway, I saved your life, that means it's mine now!”

“What!” You exclaimed, “No it’s not. You can’t have me.”

“Well… maybe not now, but someday. Looks like I’m the pirate and you’re my treasure!” The boy laughed, and the sound was music in the wind. 

You blinked and met the eyes of the boy who had finally become a man. You wondered how you could have forgotten such an event, but figured the answer lay in what he had said all those years ago. He was magic.

“What’s your name?” You asked

“Kino,” He replied, giving you another smile that felt a bit devious. The boy you had met all those years ago had changed a lot. His eyes traveled from your face down to where your hands gripped the edge of the dock, landing on the ostentatious engagement ring sitting there. His devious smile fell to a frown and his eyes met yours with a glare in them. “I thought I told you. I saved your life, that means it’s mine now.”

You looked down at the ring, feeling the way it dug into your skin. “I- I didn’t remember,” you said.

“Well you remember now,” He says matter-of-factly, the glare still on his face. “Or maybe you’ve just spent too much time out under the sun.” His eyes hardened even more. 

Your eyes widened at his words, “You were by the boat!”

“I had to keep an eye on what’s mine,” He explained, looking at you intently. You felt small under his gaze, but couldn’t find it in you to look away. Suddenly Kino was smiling a devious smile again, “Do you think I’m pretty?” He asked. You blinked at the question, then blushed. His smile widened even more. “Do you think I’m beautiful?” He asked, lowering his voice as he pulled himself up even closer. Part of you wanted to retreat as his face drew even closer to yours, but an even larger part of you didn’t want to. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. You blushed even harder at his words and his eyes gleamed.

You were only centimeters from his face now and it was as if he was the sun and you were being pulled in by his gravitational force as his breath ghosted across your lips tempting you forward. Your eyes flitted from his down to his lips before finding his eyes once again. “A kiss comes at a cost though,” He shared, practically whispering as if the two of you were sharing a secret. “Do you think you’re willing to pay it?” You felt yourself leaning forward toward him, as you moved closer he slowly began to lower himself back down toward the water. “All you have to do... is say yes.” He muttered, his nose brushing against yours. 

A good portion of your body was now leaning precariously over the edge of the dock tempting you to fall into the water and into him, but you didn’t care. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to know what the ocean felt like on his lips. You wanted to know what magic tasted like.

“...yes,” you breathed out, your eyes closing right before his lips crashed into yours.

Kino kissed you like his life depended on it and it made you dizzy. Your hands found their way to his face as you kissed him back and it was as if you were waking up from a dream for the first time in your life. That before this moment you had just existed, but now you were alive. Your whole world centered down to the feeling of his lips on yours. 

You felt one of his hands rest on your cheek while the other found your hand that was currently entangled in his hair. His fingers deftly tugged something off your ring finger and dropped it in the ocean. Something in the back of your mind told you there was someone who would be very upset by the amount of money that was currently sinking to the bottom of the ocean, but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of who or why you cared as you lost yourself in the taste of Kino’s lips.

His hands grasped either side of your head and pulled you closer to him. You were getting to the point where you were about to need to come up for air, and if it wasn’t for Kino supporting your weight you would have definitely fallen in the water by now. His kisses were distracting though and neither of those facts registered in your mind. All you wanted, all you knew was that you needed to keep kissing him. “Mine,” He muttered fiercely against your lips. Everything else faded in the back of your mind as he pulled you off the dock and under the surface of the water, his lips never once leaving yours. 

Local legend always had whispers of mermaids living beneath the shore. Some said that if you saw the tail of a mermaid before your wedding day that it would bring you luck, others said that if you were to look into the eyes of a mermaid you would surely die that very day. Your mother believed that mermaids had the ability to heal and we’re forces of good. And you? You knew they were all true. 

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[gwentoryfics]

Hot for Teacher, Part 9

GENRE | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

PAIRING | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

WORDS | 13.5k (oops)

SUMMARY | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

WARNINGS | Swearing. Angggssstttt. Explicit smut. Penetrative sex. Oral sex (female receiving). 

PARTS | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • More Coming Soon

NOTE | This one was so hard to write! Thank you as always for your patience 💕 I’ll be waiting 24 hours to answer any asks you peaches send in so as not to spoil anything for other readers, but please let me know what you think! Also let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list.

TAGS | @day6grams, @heyheydee7, @hhhongseok, @jinjinmyworld, @kkxn0​, @precious-seungwooya​, @seraplantery​, @the-deviant-world​, @yeosang-ponytail​

You wake up in the morning in a bed that’s clearly not your own and a smile comes to your lips when you remember everything that happened last night. You never imagined that you’d have such a crazy night with Yanan and Changgu, but you don’t regret it for one second. You give yourself a moment to stretch before climbing out of Changgu’s bed, noticing the mellow soreness in your muscles.

You slip on your clothes from the party and head out to the common area of the apartment, where Yanan and Changgu are both hard at work in the kitchen. 

“Good morning,” you sing-song, still feeling satisfied from last night.

Both boys turn around and smile at you. Yanan coos, “Morning, sweetheart.”

The pet name sends a tingle through you.

Changgu whisks something in a bowl as he greets you. “I was just about to make some scrambled eggs. Want some?”

“Yes, please.” You smile warmly and plop yourself down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. 

Yanan prepares a second cup of coffee and places it in front of you. “You’re in awfully high spirits this morning.”

“Yeah, thank you for that,” you raise an eyebrow as you blow on the top of your steaming coffee. Yanan gives you a flirty grin before drinking his own coffee and then peeling off to grab some fresh fruit from the refrigerator. 

Changgu pours the eggs into a frying pan and starts cooking up your breakfast. “Glad to hear you had fun last night. You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“It was… great.” There are a million stronger adjectives you could use, such as amazing, incredible, magical, mind-blowing… but you don’t want to boost their egos too much. “Do you guys do this often?”

Changgu shrugs. “It’s sort of an occasional thing. Our tastes in women don’t always overlap, unfortunately. And even if we find someone we’re both interested in, she might not be interested in both of us.”

You hum and nod. It definitely doesn’t seem like something that could just magically fall into place super frequently. But based off of last night, you’re willing to bet that both boys are impressive lovers even on their own. They were each so attentive and responsive, and the amount of aftercare you received when you finally wrapped up the night made the whole night absolutely heavenly.

“So _____,” Yanan leans over the island, pushing a bowl of fruit your way. “I meant to ask last night, but you’re old enough to come out with us to Andy’s next time, right?”

You frown slightly. “Not quite. I just turned twenty, so I technically have another year. Although I do have a fake ID that works just fine as long as there’s no one there to call me out on it.”

He scoffs, clearly remembering the run-in with Professor Yang that ruined the night last time you went out with them. “Yeah, Hongseok really knows how to ruin a good time, doesn’t he?”

“Why do you insist on calling him by his first name?” It catches you off guard every time, especially because the professor has been so explicit about his preferences when it comes to the way students address him. You’re willing to bet that, based on the way he and Yanan interacted and the fact that Yanan uses his first name, they must know each other outside of school. “Do you have something against him?”

Yanan takes a long sip of his coffee before responding. “Perhaps I do. But I’ll tell you this, he sure as hell started it.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Changgu pipes up as he transfers the eggs to a plate. “That’s a pretty big can of worms you’re trying to open.”

“Well you can’t just say something like that and expect me not to be curious! Now I need to know.”

Yanan pulls up a stool. “I went to a different school for a year and a half before transferring here. Washington University.”

You immediately recognize the university as being the most prestigious school in the city. It’s stupid expensive, and it’s really hard to get in. “You went to Washington?”

He nods. “And so did Hongseok. I met him there while he was getting his Masters degree. We both worked in the Mathematics Department office.” Yanan bites down onto a strawberry. “We got along okay, but I wouldn’t say we were ever friends. Our work schedules occasionally overlapped and we were cordial with each other. But one day he heard me bragging to a friend about how I’d slept with my Economics professor to boost my grade. Business school wasn’t for me, so I did what I could to make it a little easier.”

Your eyes widen and you’re struck with something that feels kind of like… panic? “You slept with your professor?”

“I did,” he responds proudly. “And then Hongseok turned me in to the Dean. She got fired and I lost all of my scholarship money, so I transferred. What are the odds that he’d end up over here too?” He chuckles darkly.

Yanan interrupts your train of thought. “I think he was just pissed because he worked so hard and he didn’t think it was fair that I was trying to take the easy way out. To that, I say that nothing in life is fair and he needs to get over himself.”

You try to seem as natural as possible despite the slight discomfort seeping into your bones. “Oh man, I can’t believe you had to transfer because of all that. That basically changed your whole future, right?”

“It did, but I’m not terribly torn up about it.” Yanan dismisses the thought with a wave of his hand. “I had fun with my professor, but I’ve enjoyed my time at this school more than I ever did at Washington. It might be less prestigious, and I might be getting a music degree instead of a business degree, but I didn’t ever have much interest in business anyway.”

You nod slowly, at least glad to hear that Yanan’s doing okay. “You still seem to have a bit of a grudge towards Professor Yang, though.”

“That I do. Not just because he turned me in, though. I don’t particularly like the way he looks down on me all the time. He’s got a real ego problem.”

“You’ve got that right,” you murmur, thinking about the way Professor Yang first confronted you at the beginning of the year, how he assumed you must have been obsessively crushing on him to the point of intentionally seducing him at the wedding. He does seem to be quite a bit self-absorbed.

Changgu speaks up. “What about you, _____? It seemed like you and Professor Yang were pretty familiar with each other.”

And just like that, your ease gives way to mild anxiety. “Oh, I’m just in his class.” You try to brush it off.

Changgu nods, but you’re not really sure that he believes you. He serves you your eggs. “You know, I followed the two of you outside when he insisted on sending you home. Things between you seemed… heated.”

“Mm,” you hum, letting yourself take a bite of your eggs as you scramble to come up with an excuse. “It was just all of the adrenaline from the surprise performance I had to give, you know. And it’s easy to just return his fire with fire, especially because, you know, he’s messed up my grades a few times and I’ve had to have multiple talks with him about that, so like, there’s just tension, you know, but it’s not really a big deal or anything...” Like an idiot you ramble and over-share, just like you always do when you’re put on the spot.

“I see.” Changgu raises an eyebrow.

Yanan’s brow furrows as he tries to comprehend the beans you just spilled. “You’re telling me that Hongseok, the mathematical genius, messed up your grades?”

“Yeah, it’s so stupid, right? I don’t know what his deal is.” You force out an awkward laugh and follow it with a lie to try to soften the damage you’ve done. “It happened with my friend, too... I think he must just get distracted while he’s grading or something. Who knows?”

Yanan seems unwilling to let it go as he presses, “He boosts your grades?”

You nod, completely incapable of thinking through actions or words before letting them happen. “Ah, yeah. But it’s kind of a mix, I guess.”

And then the shittiest grin comes to Yanan’s lips. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t tell me he’s got a thing for you.”

It’s such an easy conclusion to come to, and you led him right to it. Now you’re totally frozen and unsure of how to respond. How are you supposed to answer that?

Changgu comes to your rescue, placing a hand on Yanan’s shoulder as he speaks. “Even if he does, it’s not her fault, and she doesn’t seem particularly comfortable with all of this, so why don’t we let it go? It’s all speculation, anyway.”

“Of course.” Yanan nods curtly, and an uncomfortable silence falls between the three of you.

The irony of this whole situation is not lost on you. If anything happens between you and Professor Yang, he’d be nothing less than a hypocrite now that you know he got Yanan in trouble for the same behavior. And if Yanan were to ever hear about it, you’re not confident that any interest he has in you would overshadow the opportunity for revenge. You’re just collateral damage in his feud with Professor Yang. 

Getting close to these boys might be more dangerous than you originally thought. 

Monday night rolls around, and you know you should be getting ready to head out for R&B ensemble… but instead you just anxiously pace through your living room, completely unsure if you can work up the courage to see Kino tonight.

You haven’t said a word to each other since your birthday party. He hasn’t even texted to indicate he wanted to walk with you to practice tonight, and you can’t say you blame him. You were kind of a huge dick to him after you kissed. You weren’t really in a good frame of mind to actually talk it through with him at the party, but the longer you wait to talk to him, the less of an excuse you have. You’re completely sober now, and you were yesterday, too. He’s one of your best friends - there’s no reason why you can’t talk to him about this. 

Really you know it’s because, no matter how close you are with him, you’re absolutely terrified about how badly the conversation could go.

You care about Kino so much. You honest-to-God love the kid. But do you care about him romantically? 

You pull your phone out and write out a quick text to Wooseok: Not feeling well, so I’m going to rest tonight. Can you tell teach I’m going to miss practice?

You just can’t work up the nerve to go in tonight.

Wooseok responds: No prob. U need anything?

You: No I’m ok, thank you though.

Wooseok: K. Rest up, short stuff.

Dropping your phone onto the couch, you resort to just jumping up and down because you’re so full of nervous energy. You don’t even want to start thinking about everything that’s transpired between you and Wooseok on top of your situation with Kino. He also hasn’t said much to you since the party, and you can’t help but wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that you ditched your own party to bang Yanan and Changgu.

That shouldn’t have bothered him since you agreed to only be friends, and it’s definitely not a decision you regret making. That night with the two seniors was incredible, even if the morning after took a turn for the worse.

Inevitably, your mind returns to Kino. You let out a low groan and burst into the bedroom where Nailah has been studying.

“Nailahhhhh,” you groan. “I don’t know what to do.”

Nailah holds up a finger and continues reading, and you just stand there jittering in silence while you wait for her to finish. After a solid thirty seconds that feels like five minutes, she snaps her textbook shut and looks up at you. “What’s wrong, boo?” 

“I have to talk to Kino but I don’t want to.”

“About what? The fact that you guys made out?”

You bite your lip and nod. “I haven’t talked to him since the party and I feel awful about it and I know that we need to just have a conversation but I’m terrified about what’ll happen and I honestly don’t even know how I feel?” Words come out of you stupidly fast as you try to express everything that you’re feeling.

She checks her phone, presumably to see what time it is. “Don’t you usually have a class tonight?”

“R&B Ensemble. I’m skipping. Not ready to see Kino yet.”

Nailah gives you a once-over, gets up from her bed, and starts digging through her dresser drawers. “You’ve got too much energy. Let’s go to the gym and work this out.”

“The gym?” Your mind briefly flashes back to the last time you went to the gym with her and you crossed paths with Professor Yang. That’s… potentially less of a problem right now. Hell, seeing Professor Yang working out would probably be a welcome distraction from everything with Kino. So what if he’s there? Besides, Nailah’s right - it would be nice to do something with all of this energy you’ve got right now. “Okay, yeah. Good idea.”

Nailah sits you down at the bicep curl machine and she squats in front of you while you try to do a few reps. “So talk to me about what happened. I know what I saw, but I want to hear it from you.”

You let out a strained exhale as you pull the handles up towards your chest. “I went out for some air, and Kino came out, and we were dancing to the music and I told him I love him.”

“What?” Her eyes widen.

“I do, though!” You pull up again. “Like the same way I love you, you know? And I think he took it to be something romantic, and then he kissed me. And I kissed him back.”

“Did you like it?”

Pull. “I did. He’s a good kisser.”

“But you’re conflicted.”

“Yeah.” Pull. “Because I don’t know if I like him that way. And I think he might like me that way. And what if I decide that I don’t like him that way, and then it ruins our friendship?”

“Is there a chance you might like him that way?”

You drop the handles. Is there? You think about all of the times you’ve hung out in practice rooms, all of the notes you send each other during class. And then you think about the dance showcase, the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours, the press of his lips as he kissed your forehead that night. It’s undeniable that your heart beats a little faster as you think about him. “Shit. Maybe?”

“Okay.” Nailah nods. “Maybe isn’t a great answer.”

“I know,” you grumble. “That doesn’t give me any kind of clarity.”

“So just imagine that you talk to him about the kiss, and he tells you he likes you and he might even be interested in dating. How does that make you feel?” Nailah asks, and then she gestures to the machine to encourage you to keep going.

You pull up again. “I feel overwhelmed.”

“Now imagine that instead, he says that he was confused and he didn’t really mean it. He wants to stay friends. How does that make you feel?”

“...less overwhelmed.”

“That says a lot, doesn’t it?”

“But what if I’m only overwhelmed because it’s different, not because I dislike it?” Pull harder. “What if I’m less overwhelmed by staying friends just because that’s what I’m used to?”

“Well that’s something you’re going to have to examine. I don’t have the answer to that.” Nailah stands, crossing her arms over her chest.

You huff loudly, letting go of the bar again. “Why is this so difficult?”

“Are you telling me that you’re surprised that you don’t know what you want? Sweetie, indecision is your middle name,” she teases. “You made out with Kino and then slept with two other guys all in the same night. And don’t even get me started on whatever the hell is going on between you and that Wooseok kid.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm from embarrassment. “What do you mean? Why are you bringing up Wooseok?”

“I’m not dumb, _____. You’ve obviously got something going on with him. So ‘fess up.”

“Can I switch machines first?”

Nailah stands and gestures for you to come along. You sit side by side at two leg press machines, and you try not to feel intimidated by the amount of weight she sets on her machine. Once you’re both settled in, she looks over at you expectantly.

“So…” You try to figure out where to start, and then you decide you just need to dish the whole story. Besides, he’s already told Yuto about all of it, so you should get to have a confidante, too. “I offered to tutor him in music theory because he was struggling, and it was totally fine. Then one night he invited me over to his place when I was feeling particularly… feisty… and we got drunk and made out.”

“Ah, the Queen of Bad Decisions strikes again.” Nailah chuckles. “Continue.”

Her comment makes you roll your eyes, but it feels good that she’s so lighthearted about it. “So then we talked about it later and decided that we both would be okay with, like, occasionally hooking up in a totally casual way.”

She nods slowly. “You know, if I remember correctly, I believe I actually suggested you try hooking up with him, didn’t I?”

“Sure did,” you acknowledge with a flat tone, remembering the lunchtime conversation you had that feels like forever ago.

“And how long has this been going on?”

“Maybe like… a month and a half?”

“Okay, okay.” Nailah just keeps nodding. “Obviously I approve, but it’s also important that you feel comfortable with your choices and you’ve got a lot going on right now.”

It feels good to get all of this off of your chest. So good, in fact, that you contemplate filling her in on everything regarding Yanan and Professor Yang as well. But at this point nothing is happening between you and him, so there’s really no reason to talk about it. “You’re right. There’s just… a lot to think about.”

“Maybe Thanksgiving break will be good for you. You can head home, spend some time with your family, and avoid all of these boys for a long weekend. That might give you the time you need to clear your head and figure out what you want.” She pushes the machine with her legs, thigh muscles impressively bulging.

“Yeah. That’ll be nice.” You really are looking forward to heading home in a few days. It’ll be so nice to see Minseo again and get a break from all of the drama you’ve managed to create for yourself. “Can we be done here, now? You know I can’t match your stamina.”

Nailah laughs and gives one last push. “Sure, sweetie. Let’s head home.”

Even though working out with Nailah and talking it over with her helps you feel a little more at ease, it still doesn’t prepare you for the phone call you receive when you’re back at the apartment. 

Your phone lights up as it vibrates, the name City Boy pulling up on the screen.

“Nailah, he’s calling me.” You panic.

“Well answer it.” Nailah encourages you. “Now’s as good a time as any to talk it out.”

You almost let it go to voicemail, but at the last second you swipe to answer. Awkwardly, you say, “Heyyy! Kino, hey. What’s up?”

“Hey, _____.” He sounds incredibly mellow. “Are you feeling alright? Wooseok said you’re sick.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just… just had a headache, that’s all.” You rub your forehead as you try to figure out what to tell him, and you duck into the bedroom to have a private conversation. “Thanks for checking in on me, though.”

“Of course.” Pause. “Um, so you’re probably home right now, right?”

“Mhm. Just resting,” you lie.

“Flash your light for me. I’m in my room, too.”

You do as he asks, and then you sit on the floor by your floor-to-ceiling window and look for his signal. Once you spot his room, you say, “Found you.”

Kino waves gently up at you, and you wave back. Then he clears his throat and runs his hand through his hair. “So I guess the reason I actually called is because I kind of had the feeling you might be avoiding me, and I know it’s not even a big deal because it’s only been, like, two days that we haven’t talked, and it’s totally understandable that you might want some space, but I just felt so bad that you didn’t come to rehearsal tonight and I don’t want you to avoid things you love because of me.”

You wait until he gets it all off of his chest, sitting quietly while you try to figure out how to respond. 

“I’m really sorry, _____. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that when we were both kind of out of it. And now I’m just terrified that I messed up so badly that I’m going to lose you completely, and I can’t stand the thought of it.”

“Kino…” 

“You don’t have feelings for me, do you?”

You can hear the reservation in his voice. This is terrifying territory for both of you. You take a deep breath and respond as honestly as you can. “I don’t know. I care about you a lot, but I’m not sure yet if any of it is romantic.” He doesn’t respond right away, so you ask, “What about you? Do you have feelings for me?”

Kino sighs quietly. “Actually, I don’t know, either. I might. But if that’s not what you want, I can absolutely squash that so we can keep being friends. That’s the most important thing to me.”

You sit quietly for a moment. “I think I need time. I’ve just never really thought about you that way, but then after you kissed me… I don’t know. I’m really sorry that I’m so confused by all of this. I really wish I could give you a straight answer.”

“It’s okay.” Kino’s voice is warm. “You don’t have to push yourself in one direction or the other. We can just sit on it for a little bit, and maybe talk about it after break once you’ve had some time to think?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you respond softly, grateful that he’s not pushing you for an answer one way or the other.

“But I guess one thing I’d like to know now is, are we still friends?” 

“Yes! Of course we are,” you respond without hesitation. “No matter what we decide, we’ll stay friends at the very least.”

“Okay good.” He smiles up at you from his window. “You’re going home for break, right?”

“Mhm, I’m taking the train out on Wednesday night,” you say. “What about you? Are you visiting your family?”

“Yeah. I don’t really want to, though.”

Based on past conversations with Kino, and the emotional performance he choreographed for the showcase, you’ve pieced together how he doesn’t have a great relationship with his parents. But you’ve never gotten the full story. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Kino sighs. “It’s just hard to be around my parents. My mom is emotionally abusive and my dad doesn’t do anything to stop it. If I were an only child, there’s no way in hell I’d go back there for Thanksgiving. But I miss my sisters and I need to make sure they’re doing alright.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that. I think your sisters are really lucky to have a brother like you.”

“Thanks. I feel guilty enough that I even went to college in the first place, and I know I don’t visit home as often as I should. It was easier for me to protect my siblings when I still lived there, but I was also at my wit’s end. I can’t tell you how much better I’ve felt since starting college, as long as you don’t count the guilt of abandoning my siblings.”

“You have to look out for yourself, too, though. If you had stayed home and taken all the blows, what kind of life would you be making for yourself? If your sisters are anything like you, then I know they’re kind-hearted and strong, and they’ll make it out of the house too when it’s their turn.”

Kino sniffs, and you wonder if he’s crying. He’s just far enough away that it’s hard to tell. “You’re right.”

“You should invite your sisters to hang out with us sometime. We could all go do karaoke together or something.”

“I’m sure they’d love that! That would be really fun.” Kino sounds a little lighter now. “Thanks, _____. I’ve been so stressed about my family situation since I know I’m going home this week, and talking to you really helps me feel better.”

“Of course! What are friends for?”

“I need to get going, but there was actually one more thing I wanted to ask you about.”

“Go for it.”

“Can you be honest with me about Wooseok? You two just got so close so fast, and it’s not like that’s a problem or anything, but… do you like him? Are you two a thing? Because I’ve been suspicious for a while and I think knowing if there’s something going on between you two will help me figure out what I’m feeling.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. Why are you so afraid to be honest with him about it? At this point you’ve denied it quite a few times around him, and it sounds like he doesn’t fully believe you. So you really have no choice but to tell him the truth. 

He continues. “Do you remember the night you got drunk with him and then crashed at my place? You told me about what you two did, and I just… I want to know if it happened again.”

You swallow hard, and then spit it out. “We’re just friends, but we’ve slept together a few times.”

“Ah.” Kino sounds disappointed. “And you don’t have any feelings for him?”

“I don’t.” You adamantly respond, but even as you say the words you’re not positive they’re the truth. So you say, “I mean, I don’t think I do.”

“Got it. Well thank you for telling me. I have to get going though, so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

You’re surprised by how abruptly he excuses himself from the conversation, but you don’t really feel like you’re in a place to ask him to stay. “Okay. Talk to you later.”

He hangs up without saying goodbye, and you can tell that must have hurt him. You had no choice but to be honest, because it’s time you start facing your messes - even if it creates new ones in the process. But as you flop back onto your bed, you realize that Kino’s response speaks volumes about how he actually feels about you.

Anxious, you check the time on your phone again. Shinhye should be here by now, but she’s nowhere to be seen. It’s just you at the bus stop. You decide to call her just to make sure she’s actually coming.

She answers on the third ring. “Hey, _____…”

“Shinhye, are you coming? We’re going to be so late to Professor Yang’s exhibit.” You bounce on the balls of your feet as if that will help keep you warm.

“I don’t think I can make it, actually, I think I’m coming down with something. I just really don’t feel well.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry,” you pout. “That sucks. Well get lots of rest then, okay?”

“I will.” Shinhye sighs. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I just, like, took a nap and I thought that I set an alarm, but apparently I didn’t.”

“It’s totally okay. I’ll see if someone else can go with me. You just get better.”

“I’ll do my best,” she chuckles lightly. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

You hang up and frown. You were really hoping she’d come with you today. Professor Yang had announced in class this morning that he’s got an exhibit tonight, and anyone who attended would get extra credit for the class. You’re genuinely interested in seeing more of the instruments he’s made, so you’re excited to go. You just don’t know if you want to go alone.

You could call Kino, since he’s usually your go-to guy whenever you need a companion, but you still feel weird about the way the conversation ended last night. It would probably be awkward for the two of you to make the trip together.

And there’s Wooseok… Maybe you should give him a ring. Things have also been a little off with him since the party, but it feels easier to ignore that weirdness than the tension between you and Kino. You go ahead and give him a call.

“_____! Heyyyy,” Wooseok drawls. “I miss you.”

“You miss me?” You laugh quietly, immediately recognizing the boozed-up drawl of his voice. “Or are you just drunk?”

He gasps. “How did you know?”

“Wooseok, it’s a Tuesday night. What are you doing getting hammered?”

“My morning class tomorrow got canceled because of TURKEY DAY WOOOOOOOO- OH SHIT-”

You hear a crash of glass, and your eyes widen. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, totallyyyy- totally fine. It’s fine. I just dropped my cup, but it’s fine. I was talking to you so I got distracted.”

“Is Minho there?”

“No, he went home already. Can you come over? I wanna see you.”

“I can’t right now, I have somewhere to be. But if you put the alcohol away and just drink water for the rest of the night, I think I can come over later.”

“Yes, ma’am. Gotta drink that water. I can do that.” 

“Good,” you laugh. “Be careful, okay? And don’t try to pick up the broken glass with your hands. Just sweep it off to the side and we’ll clean it up later.”

“Why do you sound like my mom?” 

“Because that’s what you need right now,” you laugh. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Okay. You’re great. Bye.”

You hang up. That was a bust. After a few minutes you still can’t think of anyone else you’d want to invite. But then the bus arrives and you decide that you’d rather just be on your way than try to find another person to come with.

It’s a long ride, and you’re later than you wanted to be. By the time you arrive, you pass a few other students from your class on their way out. Actually, the whole place looks pretty empty. Did you miss it?

The door is unlocked, so you let yourself in, the little bells on the handle jingling to signal your arrival. In a matter of seconds, Professor Yang’s head pops out from around a corner.

“Hey, we’re actually clo… oh, hi.” When he sees you, his eyes widen a little, made all the more obvious by the round frames that sit atop his nose. You've never seen him in glasses before, and it's a good look for him. But he could pull off literally anything, so you’re not surprised.

Still, you frown, feeling like you really wasted your time hauling ass the whole way up to the north side just to arrive as soon as it's ending. You should have just gotten on the earlier bus instead of waiting for Shinhye. “Shit, I knew I was running late, but I didn’t think I was going to miss the whole thing.”

Professor Yang steps out into the exhibit room, pulling back the sleeves of his deep blue sweater. “It’s okay, I’m not going to kick you out.” 

“It sounded like you were about to,” you joke, trying to make light of the situation.

“Yeah, but you’re…” Professor Yang looks for a brief moment like he’s having difficulty deciding how to qualify you. “...my student.”

“I am,” you respond awkwardly. “Um, I know you were going to give us extra credit for being here, but you don’t have to do that since it's clearly over.”

He glances at the watch on his wrist. “If you let me show you around and tell you about some of the instruments for, like, fifteen minutes, I can give you credit.”

“That sounds good to me." You smile, but unfortunately your stupid ass can't just leave it there. You tack on, "Teach me, Professor.” And you laugh awkwardly, immediately regretting everything.

He chuckles, possibly out of politeness, and leads you to the first guitar on display. “You’re already familiar with this one. She’s the one I keep in my office.”

“I remember,” you admire the gorgeous instrument as you slip your coat off, already getting warm now that you're indoors. “She’s the reason why I was so excited to see what else you’ve built.”

“She’s one of my best, so don’t be too disappointed in the others,” he laughs.

As he walks through the exhibit with you, he speaks in detail about each of his creations. He explains to you how he decides what type of wood to work with, and his process for cutting and shaping the instruments. His collection is mostly guitars - some twelve-strings and classical guitars included - as well as ukuleles and mandolins. Although he suggested he’d only take up fifteen minutes of your time, he speaks with you about his instruments for well over an hour, and you soak up all of the information he’s willing to share with you. 

During your tour, you notice more than a few empty instrument stands. “Why are some missing?”

“I sold them,” he explains. “Part of the purpose of this exhibit was to sell some of the instruments I’ve built, and the other part was to get commissions. I was successful in both parts.”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” He beams. “I’m eager to start working on the new projects.”

“Where do you do your building? Do you have all the tools at home?”

He shakes his head. “Definitely not. I rent a workshop space. Or if I’m able, I’ll try to do some work in the shop we use for class.” With another glance at his watch, he takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I’m sorry for talking your ear off. It’s getting late so I should really start getting packed up.”

“Oh, it’s like over over?”

“Yeah, tonight was the last of two nights. So I have to clean up, close up, and get the keys back to the shop owner first thing tomorrow morning.”

Without thinking, you offer, “I can help."

“Nonsense. I won’t make you do that.”

“You have a lot of instruments, it’ll be a lot faster if you just let me help. I don’t mind it. Honestly.”

He surveys you, angling his body directly at you for the first time all night - not that you're hyper-aware of his body language or anything. “Alright. Let’s go get the cases.”

You bring the custom-made soft cases from the back out into the exhibit space. He has them organized well, so it’s easy to find which instruments belong in which cases. In no time, you’ve got them all cased up and ready to go.

Carrying a few instruments at a time, you walk with him through the back door to the small parking lot - only three spaces available behind the building. He walks up to the dinkiest little Nissan and manually unlocks the front door, pulling a lever on the floor to pop open the trunk.

“Wow,” you can’t help but laugh. “I didn’t expect you to drive such an old-looking car.”

“Yeah, I’ve had this thing for forever. I have other more important things to put my money towards.” He lifts one of the guitars he holds, making it clear that his luthier hobby preoccupies most of his funds. 

Together, you make a few trips to grab all of the instruments and load up his car, carefully placing each instrument into the trunk and back seat. Once he’s packed, you check your phone for the next bus time. The next bus isn’t for half an hour, and you frown. The damn thing is always running late anyway, so you know it’ll take much longer than thirty minutes.

“How are you getting home?” He asks, as if reading your mind.

“The bus. It’s not too far from here. I should probably head out, actually. Don’t want to miss it.” Even though you know the bus won’t show up for a while, you intentionally excuse yourself with a lie. It’s best that you just head on out.

Professor Yang checks his trusty watch yet again. “I’ll give you a ride.”

Your eyes widen. That’s the complete opposite of what should happen right now. “No, no, it’s okay. I don’t want to inconvenience you. I take the bus all the time and it’s really not a big deal. Plus it drops off right across from my dorm so it’s actually really convenient for me.”

He shakes his head, unwilling to accept it. “It’s late, it’s cold out, and this isn’t a great neighborhood. Even if it were warmer out, I still couldn’t let you stand around out here by yourself.”

You’re hesitant to accept, although a car ride does sound pretty nice. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

He nods confidently. “You’ve shown that you can be mature about our relationship, so I think this is something we can both comfortably handle.”

It’s a weird compliment, but you’ll take it. You really have been trying hard to just let things be normal between the two of you, and it seems to be going okay. And then you have an idea - as in an attempt to prove just how normal everything is, you ask him, “Do you need extra hands to help unload at your place? You’ll have to make a million trips by yourself. Since we’re... okay with each other and everything, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

He takes a moment to think. “I suppose it would be helpful.”

“Cool. We’ll just unload and then I can probably catch a bus from there. Maybe a taxi if you’re close enough to downtown that it won’t cost me a fortune.” 

“I can still drive you the rest of the way,” he insists.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be weird if other students at the dorm saw me getting out of your car? They might get the wrong idea.”

“I’ll drop you off a block away, then.”

“Fine,” you concede. Somehow it feels like you’ve won. Profesor Yang didn’t seem to think it was possible that the two of you could look past the one night you spent together and just get along normally, yet here you are making totally regular plans to just be in each others’ presence with absolutely no tension or weirdness whatsoever. That’s a success in your book.

You hop in on the passenger’s side. The inside of the car looks about as nice as the outside, and you suppress your giggle. It shouldn’t be so funny to you that an all-business guy like Professor Yang could still drive some piece of junk car. It’s kind of endearing that he’s so… normal. 

And then he gets in, turns on the car, and does the fucking dad thing - the thing where he puts the car in reverse, places a hand on the back of your seat, and completely fucking twists around to look out the back instead of just using the mirrors.

“Oh my God,” you can’t control your laughter.

Professor Yang throws a weird look your way as he backs out of the parking space. “What are you laughing at?”

“You really are an old man. You know, they give you mirrors for a reason. You should be careful twisting your back like that, you’re going to pull something in your old age, what with that frail, old-man body you’ve got.” You snicker, mimicking an elderly person with lower back pain.

“What are you talking about?” His eyes widen and he brakes, his hand still on your seat as he faces you. “First of all, I’m not even thirty yet, so cut it out. And I’m not going to address what you just said about my body because we both know that’s not even close to the truth.”

You ignore the fact that he very clearly, possibly intentionally, just reminded you that you quite intimately know what his body is like. You ignore the fact that the way he’s posed is actually really hot because of how his jacket hangs open and his sweater pulls tightly across his muscled chest. You ignore the fact that it would be so easy for him to lean over the console and kiss you. 

You swallow hard. There are a million red flags, but you ignore them all. Remember that he’s completely over you.

“Okay but you did just address it by saying that,” you say, trying to sound unaffected.

“Come on, I can’t just let you talk about me that way. It’s a lot of work to stay this fit and here you are calling me frail and old like you’re not-” He bites his tongue. 

“Like I’m not what?” Into it? Attracted? Drooling about it every time you picture him shirtless?

“I was going to say, ‘like you’re not walking around in a twelve-year-old’s body,’ but then I decided that would just be mean.” 

Your face heats up. You really shouldn’t be talking about bodies with him right now. Not when he just said that the two of you are mature enough to just be normal with each other. It’s so tempting to remind him how not prepubescent your body is, but you finally use some good judgment and decide to watch your words. “It’s just as mean as me calling you old, so it’s only fair.”

“I guess so.” Professor Yang laughs quietly, and then he falls silent. Maybe he’s fighting the same battle as you, trying not to picture you under him. Or maybe he actually has his shit together and this isn’t an issue for him. 

For once, he finally trusts you to be normal around him. You can’t blow it.

As you drive through the city, you tune into the rock music coming from his stereo. And the music selection is so ironic it fucking hurts.

“Don't want to be no uptown fool Maybe I should go to hell, but I'm doin' well, Teacher needs to see me after school...

“I think of all the education that I missed But then my homework was never quite like this Ow got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I'm hot for teacher I got it bad, so bad, I'm hot for teacher...”

You just sit there in wide-eyed terror as Van Halen streams from the speakers, and it takes Professor Yang a minute too long to realize what’s playing. He sucks in a quick breath when he notices, and scrambles to change the station. 

He settles on another rock station that’s currently playing Def Leppard, and you try to make light of the situation. “Do you only have rock stations programmed on here?”

Professor Yang clears his throat and tries to relax back in his seat, casually gripping the bottom of the steering wheel with one hand. “I just have a favorite genre, don’t act like you’re any different. I’m sure I could probably guess what you’re listening to.”

“Go ahead, then.” You laugh. “What do you think is the last song I played on my phone?”

His lips press into a line as he thinks. “Okay, this is somewhat of an educated guess. I’m going to go with “Superstitious” by Stevie Wonder.”

“Solid choice, but that’s not it.” You don’t actually remember what you were listening to earlier, but you know it wasn’t Stevie Wonder. 

“Plug your phone in, then. Let’s hear it.” He fishes out the aux cord, holding it out to you. 

“Oh man,” you laugh as you pull out your phone. “You’re really gonna slam me if I’ve got something stupid pulled up.”

“That’s the point. I’m testing your taste.”

It feels like he’s in exceptionally high spirits tonight. Maybe it’s because the exhibit went so well. Whatever the case, it helps you feel lighter. You plug in the phone and open your music - and luckily you’ve got a damn good song ready to go.

“You know The Emotions?” You ask him.

“Sounds familiar.”

You press play, and “Best of My Love” picks up somewhere in the middle.

“Oh, I think I know this song!” He pipes up. “Wow, I haven’t heard this in forever.”

“It’s so good! One of my favorites, actually.” 

“Demonstrating free love and affection That you give so openly The way I feel about you, baby, can't explain it Want the whole wide world to see Oh, woah You’ve got the best of my love...”

You force yourself to avoid looking over at him as you listen to the lyrics, realizing just how terrible this song choice actually is given the history between the two of you. But still, it’s a little less applicable than Van Halen, so you leave it on. You just remind yourself yet again that you’re over him, and he’s over you. Whatever’s going on between you now is totally, completely normal and regular and fine.

As you both quietly listen to your music, you wonder what’s going on in Professor Yang’s head. Eventually he speaks up, and it’s a completely different topic.

“I’m excited to see how your dulcimer turns out,” he says simply.

“Me too. I feel pretty good about it.”

“I’m impressed with what you’ve done so far. I think it’ll sound quite nice once it’s finished.” He makes a right turn, sparing a glance your way. “The true test will be part of your final.”

“What do you mean?”

“For the last day of class, you’ll have to write and perform a minute-long piece on your instrument.”

You squint skeptically “Don’t you think you’re giving me a bit of an advantage by telling me that now?”

“Do you know how to play a dulcimer?”

“No.”

“Do you have access to one that you could practice on?”

“No.”

“Then no, I don’t think you’re getting an advantage. I’m going to tell everyone else about the assignment next week. They’ll all have just as much time to prepare as you.”

You suppose that makes sense and he isn’t actually giving you any kind of benefit, but you can’t help thinking of all of the bogus grade adjustments you’ve had to confront him about. It sits with you weirdly, and you struggle to decide whether you should say anything about it.

Eventually you reach your destination. He lives in a cute little neighborhood on the north side in one of those little houses that has been converted into apartments. There aren’t any open parking spots on the street in front of his place, but he manages to find a spot on the next block. 

As he parallel parks, he turns around in his seat again to look out the back. And this time when he twists, he hisses and grabs his back like he’s in pain. “Ah, so old…”

It’s incredibly obvious that he’s faking because he’s a terrible actor, and you laugh. “This is why we have mirrors.”

He laughs with you and finishes pulling into the space. You both hop out and grab a few instruments from the back, and you let him lead the way down the sidewalk.

Professor Yang pauses at the door while he fishes for the right key. “I should warn you, I have a cat. Are you allergic?”

“Nope,” you smile. “I love cats!”

“He can be a little shy so he might not say hello.” He opens the main door and holds it open for you to step inside. You’re confronted with two more doors - one straight ahead and one to the right. He slips past you to unlock the one in front of you. He flips the light switch, illuminating the full length of the wooden staircase that heads directly up into his apartment. “Sorry to make you go up and down so many stairs. If you want, you can just stay down here and I’ll do all the heavy lifting.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoff. “I’m here to help. I’m not just going to stand around and watch.” You confidently cross the threshold into his apartment, taking the literal first step into his personal life. You feel kind of nervous about coming inside, but you suck it up. This is only a big deal if you make it one, and you refuse to do that.

The stairs drop you off at a hallway that stretches off to your left, and an open kitchen and living room area is off to the right. You can’t see too much of it because the lights over there are still turned off, but you can see the tall window-doors that lead to the balcony outside.

“You can drop them off in the living room. Don’t worry about taking shoes off since we’re just heading back out again anyway.” He comes up behind you and flips another light, illuminating the living room and kitchen.

You do as he instructs, placing the instruments against the wall in the living room. The room is minimally decorated with a nice couch, a single armchair, and two large bookcases filled to the brim with books - save for the one shelf that is packed with vinyl records. It doesn’t surprise you to see so many books and records - he seems like he’s very well-read, and he’s enough of a music lover that of course he’d enjoy listening to records.

As much as you want to check out his collection, you know that you shouldn’t explore his apartment. You’re here to unload his instruments. That’s it.

You force yourself to turn away from the bookshelves and vaguely gesture towards the stairs. “Shall we?”

It takes a few trips, but eventually you get all of the instruments inside. All the while you’re incredibly aware of how close he is when he holds the doors open for you, or how damn cute the back of his head is when you’re following him down the stairs. You hate it - how can the back of a head be cute?

Over and over, you remind yourself: I’m over him. I’m over him.

You set down the last guitar with a small sigh. “I can’t imagine you having to do all of this by yourself. I’m glad I came to help.”

“I could have handled it, but thank you for your assistance.” Professor Yang steps into the kitchen. “Do you need anything to drink before I take you home?”

“Oh, no, thank you.” You shake your head, not wanting to impose. “Um, but can I use your restroom?”

“Sure. It’s the second door down the hall.” He gestures around the corner.

You follow his directions. When you’re finished peeing and washing your hands, you notice a pretty blue cologne bottle sitting on his counter. You pick it up and sniff it. Sure enough, it’s exactly the cologne you remember smelling on him. It’s absolutely delicious, and against your better judgment, you spritz it once on the inside of your jacket, zipping it up to lock in the scent and hopefully keep him from noticing the weird-as-fuck thing you just did.

When you come out of the bathroom, you head back towards the kitchen, but just then he comes out of his bedroom, startling you and nearly bumping into you.

“Oh!” You shout as you jump backwards, laughing. “Sorry.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“It’s okay.” You brush it off.

He sniffs the air, and that’s when you know you fucked up. “Did you spray my cologne?”

You bite your lip, knowing there’s no point in lying. “I did.” He looks at you questioningly, so you fill in the gaps. “It just smells really good. I’m sorry.”

Professor Yang just watches you, and you’re fully aware of what a terrible idea it was to spray his cologne. And also what a terrible idea it was for you to even step foot into his apartment, let alone get in a car with him.

The rapid beating of your heart tells you that you’re still not over him. You don’t want to be over him.

What are you doing here? Why did you let yourself get to this point? 

You need to leave. You need to turn around and get yourself out of this mess. But for some reason, you’re completely captivated by his gaze, frozen in place and entirely unable to save yourself from the impending disaster.

It’s been far too long since he’s said anything, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. “What are you thinking right now?”

Too honestly, he responds, “It’s a bad idea for me to answer that question.”

“That answer makes it so much worse. What am I supposed to assume you’re thinking when you say that?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t assume anything.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you just answer my question.”

He huffs. “I’m thinking that you shouldn’t have come here. That you’re only twenty. That I can’t trust myself to…”

“Hm?” You hum, encouraging him to finish his sentence.

“I can’t trust myself to make good choices around you.”

Your heart beats wildly in your chest. Is he struggling just as much as you? Is he feeling the same pull of temptation, knowing that you’re all alone in his apartment, literally steps away from his bedroom? You have to be careful about what you say. “You’ve been doing a great job so far.”

“Why are you here?”

It’s obvious that he’s questioning your intentions, just like he did the first time he realized you were in his class. “I swear I just came to help with your instruments. I’m not trying to be sneaky.”

“Right.” Professor Yang’s lips press into a tight line, and you’re dying to know what’s going on inside his head.

It feels like he’s faltering. Like he’s holding your gaze for too long, keeping you in this apartment longer than you should be. You can’t help but feel responsible for getting yourself out of this before you both make a mistake.

But… part of you doesn’t want to stop this moment, doesn’t want to break free from whatever trap you’re falling into. 

“I don’t know what to do.” You don’t think carefully enough about your words. “It feels like… we’re already keeping a secret. One more won’t make a difference.”

“You know damn well that the secret isn’t the issue. You’re my student. That’s the issue. It’s morally wrong.” Even as he speaks, you can feel that he doesn’t totally stand behind his words. Like he’s trying to convince himself that it would be wrong to act on whatever he’s feeling right now.

You remember everything Yanan told you about how Professor Yang has always had a rock-solid stance against teacher-student relations… But it seems like he could be questioning his own morality. If he really wants to shut this down, he could just break out of this moment and head for the car, drive you home and forget this even happened.

But he doesn’t.

It’s painfully silent between you - no one wants to make a move, no one wants to withdraw. You're desperate to just talk about all of this, but you're terrified of what could happen if you speak. You’re just stuck in this awkward limbo of not knowing what’s going to happen next.

You want so badly to reach out to him. To pull him close and feel him. You wonder what he’d be like as a lover now that you’re no longer strangers. It would be so easy for you to find out…

You take one small step towards him as a small sign that you’re open and willing, academia be damned. Professor Yang’s lips part ever so slightly as he scans your face, but he doesn’t back away.

Suddenly, there’s a noise in the kitchen, and you jump away from Professor Yang as if you’ve been caught - but it’s just his cat spilling its food all over the kitchen floor. 

Still, that cut in the tension is enough to pull you out of the moment and help you clear your head. This is bad, and you need to leave. You refuse to look at him as you mutter, “I need to go.”

The second you try to pass him to hurry down the stairs, he turns and reaches out, grabbing you by the wrist and stopping you in your tracks. The heat of his hand sears your skin.

“What are you-”

Before you can finish your question, Professor Yang pulls you into him, wraps an arm tightly around you, and presses one long, powerful kiss to your lips. 

Your whole body lights up from head to toe. It’s an adrenaline rush like no other, a hit of the drug you were hopelessly addicted to that one summer night. This is exactly what you’ve been craving - his strong arms and soft lips remind you just how badly you’ve wanted his touch.

When he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead to yours, breathing shakily. “Why can’t I get you out of my head?” And in that moment, it’s shockingly clear to you that he’s struggling with all of this just as much as you are. 

God, you’re so done for. This man completely owns your heart. Without a doubt, you’re a complete and total sucker for him. And it’s frighteningly easy for you to own up to that, as you say the most dangerous thing you could possibly say: “You don’t have to, Hongseok.”

His jaw visibly clenches when you say his name, and his voice is strained when he finally speaks. “Tell me again that you need to leave. Tell me to drive you home right now.”

“If I don’t?” You challenge.

“Then there’s no reason why I shouldn’t keep you here.” Hongseok swallows thickly. “So tell me I should take you home.”

Your pulse is through the roof as he pulls back and your eyes lock, and you know that you’re way too impulsive to do as he asks. You’ve been pining after this man for months, and here he is, kissing you and practically admitting that he feels the same way. You can’t just go home now.

“I don’t want to go home.” You grab onto the hem of his sweater and tilt your chin upwards, inviting him to kiss you again. “I only want you.”

This feels nothing like the night you met him, when he was playful and sure of himself. It’s like you can sense all of the weight he’s carried with him over the last few months. His eyes scan over your face, and you get to see the slightest smile on his lips before he finally leans in to close the gap.

Just like that, you get everything you’ve wanted from him. Hongseok’s lips are just as plush as you remember and you completely melt into the kiss, and his rough hands cup your face. You feverishly return each kiss, grabbing fistfuls of his sweater and pulling him towards you. Your nose bumps the rim of his glasses, but you don’t mind it one bit.

Hongseok kisses you like his life depends on it. He yanks your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it onto the ground as he backs you into his bedroom. Every time he cups your cheek or grabs your waist, you feel like you could just shatter in his hands. 

You’re finally getting your fix and you love it. 

His passion is explosive as he kisses you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in close. The strength and heat of him surprises you, as if your body has forgotten what it’s like to be with him. His lips are so soft and warm, and you’re swallowed whole by your insatiable lust for him.

You slip your hands under the hem of his sweater, desperate to feel his skin. You can feel every defined muscle as you drag your fingers across his back, and you moan quietly against his mouth when you feel his hand reach down to squeeze your ass.

Pleasure shoots through you with every small contact. His breath mingles with yours and gives you life, each kiss keeping your heart beating happily in your chest. Everything just feels so damn good. 

You both stumble towards his bed, tearing at each others’ clothes until you finally get that sweater off of him and he gets you out of your top as well. The backs of your legs bump into the edge of his bed right before he pushes you back onto the comforter. You fall onto your back, and he leans over you, his mouth latching onto your neck as his hand fiddles with the button of your jeans.

You drag your fingers through his silky hair, and you feel him suck deeply on the skin at the base of your throat. It’s just strong enough to hurt a little, and you dig your nails into his back. “Oh my God,” you moan, absolutely possessed with lust as he marks you.

Hongseok yanks off your pants, and releases you so that he can unfasten his own. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as he unclothes himself, his round glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose. He is just breathtakingly gorgeous.

There’s so much you want to ask him - was it hard for him to see you in class? Has he been thinking of you this whole semester? But you don’t ask any of those things, because you’re terrified to draw attention to your academic relationship. Sleeping with your professor is obviously the wrong choice to make, but you honestly couldn’t give a shit about any of that right now. It’s almost thrilling for you to know that you’re doing something you shouldn’t - but if you remind Hongseok of that, there’s a chance he’s not on the same page.

Hongseok smiles at you with that drop-dead gorgeous grin he has, and you know that at least right now he’s content to have you like this, spread out on his bed and waiting for him to finish getting naked. And that’s enough for you to decide to let the whole thing go and just enjoy living in the moment. You’re not going to ruin this by worrying.

As soon as he drops his pants, he’s on you again, like he couldn’t stand another second of distance from you. Hongseok’s mouth peppers your chest with kisses as a hand snakes beneath your back to unclasp your bra. He frees you from the garment, and his mouth eagerly wraps around one of your nipples, tonguing it and sucking gently.

“Bite it,” you plead, and he very willingly does as you ask. His teeth pinch your nipple, and you nearly cry out because it feels so good.

The last time you and Hongseok hooked up, you might have taken all the time in the world to get to explore each other’s bodies, but you could tell tonight would not be that way. You’ve both waited long enough for this dam to break and you need him so desperately.

You tug on his hair and he roughly palms you through your underwear, rushed and eager. After just a few moments he pushes your panties to the side and runs his fingers across your slickness. You’re so wet for him already.

He aggressively plunges one finger inside of you, practically shuddering at the way you moan when he does. He pumps a few times before slipping in another finger.

Then he pulls away from you. “Don’t move.” He goes over to his closet, and pulls down a box of condoms from the shelf. You smile, and then become quickly distracted as he pulls off his boxer briefs, his hard cock grabbing your attention. 

He rolls on the condom and yanks you to the edge of the bed, slipping off your panties before bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders. He lines up the head of his cock with your pussy and presses inside of you, covering your legs with kisses and bites as his hips buck into yours.

It’s absolutely incredible and you’re so full with every thrust. His hips snap wildly into you and you moan, loving every second of this. Pure pleasure shoots through you, and then you fucking open your eyes.

It’s easy for you to just screw your eyes shut when you’re having sex, because closing your eyes lets you focus more on the pleasure that you feel. But when you look up to see Hongseok staring down at you with those sharp eyes of his, his rough fingers digging into your thighs, his abdominal muscles flexing every time his cock disappears inside of you… how could you not allow yourself to watch?

“You’re so fucking hot, oh my God…” The words come out against your will, but the deadly smirk on his lips makes you not regret it.

“I know.”

Cue the eyeroll. “And still a cocky little shit.”

“I might be.” Hongseok pulls your legs down so that they fall to either side of his waist, and he leans down over you, his lips brushing your ear. It’s clear that he’s not affected by the insult, and judging by the way the pace of this thrusting increases, you can only assume that he’s trying to prove his worth.

His forearms scoop under your upper back and his hands cradle your head as he fucks you, his kisses overwhelming your senses. You slip a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, and you moan against his mouth.

Pleasure burns through your body, your heart racing with each kiss, each thrust. The only thought in your head is the repeated chant of more, more, more, I need more. His cock slides deliciously in and out of you, completely covered in your wetness, but it isn't enough. Your fingers tirelessly press circles into your clit, but it isn't enough. You need more.

"Hongseok…" You mewl his name when he finally comes up for air. 

His eyelids hang heavily as he hovers over you. "_____…"

Fuck, he's so beautiful. It steals your breath away to see him looking at you like this, breathing hard as he pounds into you. His gaze is possessive, like he's finally claimed you, and you honestly wouldn't mind calling yourself his. But that's neither here nor there. 

You forcefully clench around him, squeezing his cock with all you've got. He certainly notices - he hisses as his eyes pinch shut at the feeling of you so tightly wrapped around his cock. His deep groan sends a shiver down your spine.

Hongseok’s voice is low as he says, “Christ, you feel so good.”

You don’t know what to say, or if you should even say anything. Hongseok’s expression is so serious as he locks eyes with you, like he’s genuinely lost in your gaze. It’s intimidating, yet it makes your heart race in the most incredible way.

You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, noting how easily the soft strands slip between your fingers and how his whole face softens at the touch. Hongseok’s eyes close as he leans into your hand, enjoying the gentle intimacy.

He slows the pace of his thrusting until he’s languidly rolling into you, his arm muscles bulging beneath you as he holds himself up. You move your hand to cup his face, and he presses a kiss to your palm, never breaking eye contact.

Fuck. You remember exactly why it was so easy to pretend like you were in love that first night.

Your fingers trace over his cheekbone, his jaw, his lips, remembering the excitement of exploring him for the first time. This time feels so different - it’s a weird combination of a dangerous thrill and caution. It’s impossible to remove from your mind the fact that you really shouldn’t be doing this - you’re too overwhelmed by wanting him to pay much attention to the rules of reality.

But you see it on his face, too. The trepidation, the hesitation, and the incredible amount of desire that overrides everything else. 

As if Hongseok can tell that you’re beginning to overthink, he presses another kiss to your hand and gives you an easy smile. Softly, he murmurs, “It’s just you and me tonight.”

Aaaannnnddddd suddenly you’ve melted into a complete puddle.

“Just you and me,” you echo. 

Hongseok lowers himself, meeting your lips with another passionate kiss. You grab hold of his hair and return each kiss, moaning quietly as he picks up his pace ever so slightly. His tongue slides between your lips as your hand returns to your clit, electric pleasure pulsing through you once more.

You are absolutely content to stay here all night, trapped in his embrace with his cock thrusting deep inside of you with every movement. You don’t want a single centimeter of space between you and him. 

When you’re both breathing too hard to kiss properly, his mouth travels down to your neck, pressing sloppy kisses along your throat. Every swipe of his tongue draws a quiet cry from you, and you clench your muscles around his cock to return the pleasurable favor. 

You hear a deep moan from him, confirmation that you’re making him feel good, too. It’s like music to your ears; all you want is for him to feel good.

Instead of continuing to touch yourself, you use both hands to scrape the short tips of your fingernails down his back to elicit more sounds from him. And then you cup his ass and encourage him to press harder, deeper. And you keep clenching.

“Jesus Christ,” Hongseok mutters. He’s unraveling in your hands. You can feel it.

“What is it, Hongseok?” You play dumb, letting out a sweet moan just a moment after posing your question.

“You keep squeezing me…” Hongseok’s breath is shaky, and part of you loves seeing him so affected by you. “It feels so good, fuck.”

Digging your fingernails into his ass cheeks, you ask, “Do you want to cum?”

You clench around him again right as he’s about to answer. “Aaahhh… fuck, oh my God.” He looks up at you with the slightest smile on his face. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making sure you feel good.” You smile coyly at him. “Is it working?”

“Yes. Fuck.” Hongseok lets out a short laugh.

Boldly, you ask, “Why don’t you cum for me then? Let me see you cum...”

“Is that what you want?”

“Mhm.” You nod, smiling.

Hongseok lowers his lips to your ear. “Alright, sweetheart.”

The nickname shocks your core - you don’t know why you’re such a sucker for it. You’re inclined to believe that just about anyone could call you sweetheart and immediately have you begging to be fucked. 

What strikes you, though, is the slight difference you sense between hearing the nickname from Yanan versus Hongseok. When Yanan called you sweetheart, it felt sleazy, like he knew what kind of power it would hold and he wasn’t afraid to use it. That was hot in its own right. But when Hongseok calls you sweetheart, it feels strangely gentle and warm. Maybe it’s because of the way he holds you as he says it, the way his breath sweetly breezes past your ear. There’s something undeniably lovely about Hongseok, especially when he’s got you in his bed.

You press your lips to his temple, small moans coming from you as he keeps thrusting. The stretch of his cock feels absolutely amazing, and you’re completely captivated by every sensation - the rolling of his hips, the grip of his hand in your hair, the scent of his sweat mixing with his cologne.

With another clench of your pussy around his cock, you sense him hold back a moan, like he’s trying to hide just how easy it is for you to elicit a response from him. But at this point, you can’t be fooled. He’s so enamored by you that he couldn’t even let you reach the front door. And that fact is absolutely going to go to your head. 

Hongseok loses himself in you, thrusting into you and biting your neck, sucking your skin harshly and drawing a pleasured cry from you. It feels like he wants to absolutely devour you. If you could give him any more of yourself, you absolutely would. 

His breathing becomes ragged and you know that means he’s close. You card your fingers through his hair and whisper his name, and Hongseok lifts his head up to gaze down at you. His eyelids are heavy with lust, his lips parted from breathing hard. 

“_____…” Hongseok murmurs your name, his eyes pinching shut. Your eyes just skim over his face, taking in his gorgeous expression. His hips snap into you a few more times until he empties into the condom, and it’s just as incredible to watch as you remember.

Hongseok almost immediately dives in for another kiss as soon as he finishes. You eagerly reciprocate, still in need of your own release. His lips are devastatingly soft and you don’t think you’ll ever get over it.

Without leaving your lips, he lifts himself off of you, allowing his hand to roam over your curves. You feel terribly empty when he pulls out, but his cock is quickly replaced by his fingers. You groan against his mouth as his fingers gently pump in and out of you, his thumb pressing circles into your clit.

Finally, he releases your lips, and without a word he repositions himself on the bed so that he’s kneeling between your legs, pressing fervent kisses to your thighs. The teasing doesn’t last long, though - surely he can sense how desperate you are for more.

His mouth quickly moves to your pussy, gently kissing and licking your folds while his fingers continue gliding in and out. And then he finally reaches your clit, and your whole body warms with pleasure.

Hongseok’s tongue is wet and hot as it works your clit, and he looks so fucking hot between your legs like this. You’re absolutely drowning in pleasure and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. 

You don’t dare to hold yourself back, moaning freely to let him know just how amazing he is at going down on you. With each suck, each flick of his tongue, you become more unraveled, the tension in your belly growing astoundingly fast.

You curse under your breath, wishing you could just enjoy this forever. Hongseok’s hand roughly grips your thigh, calloused fingers digging into your soft skin. His mouth sends waves of pleasure through your body. And on top of it all, your heart pounds rapidly in your chest, making you believe there’s a chance this could possibly be something special.

Hongseok’s fingers pulse in time with his tongue, and before you know it the coil snaps. Your entire body tightens and releases as your orgasm crashes over you, powerful warmth racing through your veins. Wave after wave hits you, and Hongseok presses a flat tongue against your clit as you ride it out, and the walls of your pussy rhythmically squeeze his fingers.

It seems like a solid minute of pure bliss before the feeling eventually fades. Hongseok retracts his fingers and lips, and he takes a moment to tie off the condom and toss it into the trash can next to his dresser. And then Hongseok joins you on the bed, wrapping you in his strong arms as sleep tugs at your eyelids.

You wake up unbearably hot, and it doesn’t take you long to realize why. You’re completely pressed up against Hongseok’s naked body, and that man is a radiator.

You smile at his sleeping face for only a moment before you start to fill with dread.

You hadn’t meant to spend the night, but you did.

You hadn’t meant to sleep with your professor, but you did.

It was an accident the first time. This time is completely inexcusable.

What were you thinking? How could you have let any of this happen? You’re fully aware of the consequences and yet you slept with him anyway. And you spent the night.

You peel yourself off of him. He seems to be a heavy sleeper and he doesn’t notice the movement, thank God. You hurry out of the bedroom, pulling on your clothes as you find them on the floor until you’re dressed enough to head out. And right as you reach the stairs, you hear him.

“_____?”

You pause. Of course you couldn’t just slip out unnoticed. 

But you have to leave. You don’t want to talk to him about any of this right now. You’re up to your eyes in anxiety and you just need to get out. You can’t even muster up the courage to turn around and see if he’s out of bed.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all you can think to say as you rush down the stairs and out the door.

The three hour train ride to get you home is too long for you to be left alone with your own thoughts. The fact that your jacket smells like Professor Yang’s cologne certainly doesn’t help. You replay last night’s events over and over in your mind, partly thrilled by the memory of sleeping with him and partly disappointed in yourself for your bad decision-making.

Last night was incredible. Spending time with Professor Yang at his showcase was actually really fun, and you have a new admiration for his talents and intelligence. Chatting with him in the car was so comfortable. And the way he fucked you…

You bury your face in your hands and lean towards the window of the train, hiding because you’re embarrassed to be having such lewd thoughts in public. You pull your turtleneck collar a little higher just to make sure the lovely hickey he left is appropriately hidden.

What are you going to do when you see him in class after break? Just pretend like nothing is going on as per usual, you assume. 

And what does this mean for everything with Kino? You’re supposed to be spending this short vacation thinking about what kind of future you want with him, not figuring out whether you regret an undoubtedly terrible choice you just made.

And Wooseok… you haven’t even addressed the fact that you were supposed to be at his place last night instead of Professor Yang’s. He hasn’t reached out to you either, so you assume that he was too drunk to remember your plans.

You’re going to have to dump all of this on Minseo as soon as you see her at the train station, since she’s the only one in the world who knows what happened between you and Professor Yang this summer. And honestly, you’re not sure if she’s going to be thrilled or pissed by what you’ve done.

You spend most of the train ride trying to distract yourself with music and a book, and by the time you arrive you actually start to feel excited about seeing Minseo. You tuck your book back into your backpack, grab your suitcase from the front of the train car, and step off of the train. The platform is full of other disembarking passengers, and you assume she must be waiting inside the station’s lobby. 

You pull out your phone as you roll your suitcase towards the lobby, and you’re surprised to see that she hasn’t responded to your text confirming what time she needed to be here to pick you up. That’s not necessarily a bad sign, but it’s not promising. You decide to try calling her, but she doesn’t answer. 

“I swear to God, if you forgot about me…” You seethe an empty threat at your phone as you hang up.

And then you hear your name called over the rumbling of your suitcase next to you. It’s a voice that you never in a million years expected to find here at this train station.

Your eyes dart around the room until you finally locate him, your heart completely stopping and your stomach dropping to the floor. 

He’s actually here. Right in front of you.

Your brother is here.

“Jinho?”

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[restlessmaknae]

dancing in your heart

When Hyunggu is your little sister’s dance teacher, and she lowkey wants to set you up with him.

♦ Pairing: kids’ dance teacher!Hyunggu x uni student!reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, very light angst

♦ Words: 4.5k

♦ Warning: -

You were sure that your little sister ─ Yehsuh ─ was up to no good when she told you to pay in the fees for her dance class. Usually it was your mother who had taken care of such things, but since she became a homeroom teacher for first graders, her schedule was more packed than before, thus it was understandable that you would be the one who takes care of it. However, your little sister couldn't shut up about how excited she was for you to meet the new dance teacher who was even better than the previous one. She had only one class with the new dance teacher, yet she was already head over heels for him. Because it was a male, and that's why you suspected that Yehsuh was nowhere near innocent. She may have been only 9-year-old but she was indeed a cunning little girl.

You were waiting outside of the dressing room for a while because you were told that the dance teacher hadn't arrived yet, and you didn't want to wait alone in the practice room, so you were scrolling through your social media timeline while you were waiting. There was only one mother who arrived with her daughter, and asked if you were the dance teacher to which you shook her head and kindly told her that you were waiting for him as well. Her daughter also protested fervently.

"Mom, can't you see that it's a girl? I've told you that our new dance teacher is a boy!" She exclaimed as if she had been hurt by the false assumption and put her hands on her hips in frustration.

"Alright, Eunbi, alright," her mother let it slide without putting on a fight, and told her to change clothes instead.

You two were awkwardly waiting outside of the dressing room which was further down the hall of the school basement, waiting for the kids to finish changing clothes and the teacher to arrive. Frankly, all you knew about Yehsuh's dance classes was that they their teachers were 20-something students from a nearby dance academy, and they spent their internship-like tutoring at their school. Some of them were exceptionally good, some of them were horrible with children, but Yehsuh and her peers couldn't complain as they needed to spend only twelve weeks with a teacher until a new one came. Apart from that, Yehsuh seemed to enjoy most of her classes, proudly showing the choreos to your family, and always bubbling about her classes.

"This new teacher seems to be really good. Eunbi likes his classes a lot," the mother suddenly remarked when she probably had enough of the awkward silence. You never really enjoyed small talks, but you've tried your best to seem as friendly as possible.

"Oh yes, my sister is the same. She can't stop talking about the new teacher," you added with a forced smile, hoping that something would happen to prevent you from talking even more.

Thankfully, fate, destiny or whatever you want to call it was on your side as a bunch of girls came out of the dressing room including your little sister and started running towards the practice room. Great, now you were also invisible to your little sister, you fumed inwardly as you followed the minors and entered the room, looking for a more adult-looking person. You couldn't find him for a few seconds, but then you caught sight of a guy (the only guy in the room) in the circle of the kids. He was smiling from ear-to-ear, listening attentively to what every girl wanted to tell him as it seemed that they were trying to race who could talk to him more. He wasn't tall, not that short either, giving off the typical friendly vibes with his shining almond-shaped eyes, that adorable childish glint in his eyes and that heartwarmingly wide smile of his. After a while, he crouched down, so that he could hear the girls better, and while he was looking around, he caught your gaze and a smile was immediately forming on his lips.

"Can I help you with something?" he inquired gently but before you could speak up, the woman behind you told him that she was here to pay the fees for the dance class.

"Me too," you added awkwardly as you had no idea what else to do and you saw as your little sister whispered something into the guy's ear to which his smile grew wider. He stood up, the girls letting some space for him, so that he could break free from their circle and came up to you two.

As Eunbi's mother was more eager than you, she came up to him first and gave him the money while he was trying to keep up some small talk with her. Even though you were close, so you could hear everything, they didn't talk about anything private, and you were glad that he didn't cross the line. Not like it seemed that he would, yet you were more reassured to go up to him after that.

"Hi! I'm Yehsuh's sister," you introduced yourself first, yet his cheeky smile told you that he already knew about it. You felt so stupid for beginning your conversation like this, but what else could you do?

"Yehsuh told me that you are her sister," he explained casually, directing yet another smile at you. You just couldn't believe how friendly and lively he was, it was really a heart-warming sight. Plus, seeing how good he was with the kids, you knew that Yehsuh was in good hands. "She's so, so enthusiastic!" The boy remarked cheerfully as you gave him the money, and he gave you the receipt in return. He told you that the money would go to your dance academy, you were just the one who collected it, but rest assured, he wouldn't try to deal with it.

You let out a laugh after his joke. It came so naturally, yet you covered a mouth when you caught sight of your little sister's knowing smile.

"I'm Hyunggu, by the way," he swiftly introduced himself and so did you. There was a moment of silence after that, only some kids were murmuring to each other. "You can stay during the class. It's our promise to the parents and other relatives," he added cunningly. "So that they know that the minions are in good hands."

"Minions?" You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but you couldn't help a smile forming on your lips.

"Yeah, that's how I call them," he admitted as he stretched the back of his neck, a tint of nervousness painting his cheeks a pinkish shade.

"Unnie, you promised that you would watch one of our classes," your little sister exclaimed beamingly, and you were ready to disagree when you saw that devilish smile on her face. You knew what she was up to; she was using the little sister card, and she wouldn't let you live until you stayed even though you didn't promise her anything. You mouthed "we'll talk about this at home" and turned back to Hyunggu.

"I don't see why I couldn't stay." You shrugged your shoulder, earning another thrilled reaction from the dance teacher. It was so odd for you to call him teacher when he was probably your age, because you couldn't imagine yourself teaching anyone but you didn't even want to become one in the first place.

"Great! Feel free to sit down anywhere you like," he pointed at a few random chairs in the corner of the room. You felt very much under the pressure, to say the least, with fifteen pairs of eyes watching as you sat down. Luckily, Hyunggu quickly came to the rescue and broke the silence by saying that it was time to warm up.

The girls followed him well with that childish joy and excitement that was evident on Yehsuh's face as well, it was a pleasure to watch them enjoy themselves. Hyunggu was the perfect kind of dance teacher these kids could have asked for, and you weren't exaggerating. Everyone obeyed him even though he didn't raise his voice, nor did he reprimand anyone for making a mistake. If anything, he supported them as best as he could and watched their every move attentively. The girls weren't afraid to ask questions when they fell behind or didn't get a move, and Hyunggu never made them feel guilty for not doing it right for the first time. You couldn't believe there was a guy like him who was clearly talented and capable of so much more seeing the smoothness and variety of his moves, yet he tried his best to help the girls and didn't come up with a choreography that was impossible for them to learn. Even if it was a girly choreography, he still nailed it, and didn't seem ashamed. Maybe as a dancer, he was already used to dancing all kinds of choreographies, yet it was interesting for you to watch him dance so passionately. Not to mention that he was kind, considerate, and he even joked around quite a few times.

The class flew by so fast even though it was one and a half hour long. At first, the girls learned the second half of a choreography that they had started last time part by part and then practiced the whole thing at the end of the lesson. Even when they were sweating, their smiles were still evident, and Hyunggu was the same. He told the girls that if they wanted to, he would record their dance next time, but only if everyone was in, and everyone would practice diligently.

"You were really good, Yehsuh," you complimented your little sister when she came to give you a sweaty hug in return of staying for the class.

"Let's face it! You didn't think I was this good," she remarked cheekily and you ruffled her hair as your sweet revenge.

"I knew that you would be amazing," you disagreed, knowing well that Yehsuh was dancing really well at her age. Her enthusiasm was just the cherry on top.

"I'll be back in a minute. Or five," she waved her goodbye as she rushed after her peers and went to the changing room. You looked at her silhouette that was getting further and further away from you and let out a sigh. Gosh, you wished she would never have to grow up and face the harsh reality of the world.

"How did you like the class?" Hyunggu asked sneakily as he hopped down on the chair beside yours and let out a weary sigh. "Are you convinced that your sister is in good hands?" he inquired half-jokingly, but you could see that he was also genuinely interested in your answer. After all, probably not a lot of relatives came by to watch the dance classes for themselves even though it was an option. They either didn't care or didn't have time to stay. You were lucky that you didn't have uni classes on Wednesday, but for that reason, you had classes on the other four weekdays.

"I really loved the class, so don't worry. I know that Yehsuh is in the best hands." You gave him a wide smile as you thought of that beaming expression flashing across your little sister’s face. She was a happy child in general, but there was something different while she was dancing.

"You really think so?" he asked as his whole face lit up. Drops of sweat was constantly falling down his face, but apart from being a bit short of breath, he seemed totally fine. You were sure that you would have been lying on the floor after thirty minutes, asking for a break. You weren't exactly the sporty kind of girl.

"Yes, I do." You reassured him, and let a comfortable silence fall upon the two of you and welcome you with its warmth. You had no idea what you were supposed to do; you didn't want to leave so abruptly, but you didn't even feel like you were supposed to stay until your little sister came back. "How long have you been dancing?" You couldn't help but ask the question that had been on your mind ever since you watched him teach the first fragment.

"For 16 years... Maybe? Or a bit more," he laughed it off after he had tried calculating in his head but he seemed so confused that he gave up after a while.

"Oh my gosh, that's a lot!" You exclaimed in awe, putting a hand over your mouth.

"Ah, I love dancing, so it's not that big of a deal!" He shrugged his shoulder as if it had been nothing, but you were so amazed that you couldn't recover from the shock. Hyunggu seemed to be your age, so he must have been dancing ever since he was an elementary school or even earlier.

That's how you two started talking about Hyunggu's dancing history, and he also asked about you, so you told him what you were studying and why you chose that specific field. He seemed to be amazed at your choice as well, so it was more like a complimentary battle between the two of you. Five minutes already passed, and when you next looked at your watch, already fifteen minutes passed by. You knew that Yehsuh should have been long finished by now.

"I'm going to pick up my sister now," you announced when a moment of silence fell upon the two of you, and if Hyunggu was sad to hear that you would leave, he didn't show it. He rather smiled ear-to-ear.

"You can come and watch your little sister whenever you want, and whenever she lets you," he joked around freely, and you couldn't help but laugh along with him. You were sure that if it would have been for Yehsuh, you were obligated to attend every class of hers from now on.

"I'll keep that in mind," you promised beamingly as you waved him goodbye and left the practice room. Just as you were about to close the door behind you, you noticed Yehsuh already standing there, a smug smirk playing along her lips.

"Did you just eavesdrop our conversation?" You put your hands on your hips to which she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Maaaaaybe," she admitted and you were about to playfully smack her in the chest, but she was one step ahead, and she had already escaped you, sticking her tongue out.

"You can't escape me," you shouted after her, but she couldn't be bothered at all.

"I doubt that," she counter-attacked and her laughter echoed as you were running after her in the basement.

Honestly, you would have probably not been to another dance class of your sister's if it wasn't for her, but she was so good at convincing you, so whenever you didn't have a test the day after, you went to Yehsuh’s school and watched as Hyunggu taught the girls (aka his so-called minions) diligently learned his choreographies. The more you saw, the more excited you were before each class. It was so heartwarming to see the kids give their all every single time and to see the synergy between Hyunggu and the youngsters.

As a big sister, of course you watched over Yehsuh as well, yet you caught yourself averting your eyes more and more often to the dance teacher himself. Never once did you see him without a smile on his face, never once did you hear him complain or reprimand his pupils and never once did you feel uncomfortable talking to him after the classes ended.

Thanks to those conversations, you could get to know him a bit better every single time, and all those little things represented a piece to the puzzle of the boy that gave you the big picture in the end; like the fact that he also had a younger sister whom he couldn’t stop talking about when your sisters came to mind; he couldn’t stand being tickled; he adored animals and he had a kitten and a puppy too (and he loved bombarding you with pictures of his pets). Not to mention all of those little things that you noticed when you were together like the melody of his joyous laughter, the mole on his cheek, the shining diamonds in his eyes whenever he was talking about dancing or his cute reactions that made you realize that he wasn’t afraid to be called nit manly all the time.

On the other hand, he was very much manly other times, and his duality drove you crazy. Sometimes you arrived earlier than the class started and found him dancing alone in the practice room, and boy, he was very powerful and undeniably attractive when he didn’t teach girl choreographies. His moves were precise yet loose, intense yet smooth and very very fluid. You felt like you didn’t know where one move ended and where the next one started.

He also didn’t fail to notice when you were under the weather and watched the whole class with an emotionless face, still pondering about the language exam you felt you had totally failed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently as he plopped down on the chair beside yours, getting straight to the point. He was as considerate as one could be about this kind of topic because he didn’t ask stupid questions like are you okay or do you not feel well because anyone could tell that you weren’t over the moon. Plus, he was very good at reading people, and he could understand the kids even without them saying a word out loud, so it was no surprise that he detected the dismay behind your facial expressions. To be precise, the lack of facial expressions.

“It’s just that…” You started hesitantly as you let out an agitated sigh and looked at him. He nodded a bit, nudging you to continue because he was there to listen to you. What else could you do anyway? You hadn’t told anyone so far, so it wasn’t like you would repeat yourself. “I’m pretty sure I failed my Chinese exam today because I really didn’t do well on the speaking part. The right words didn’t come to my mind, and I also stuttered a lot. Even though the teacher was nodding and smiling, I’m not sure I could even get one sentence right,” you explained frustratedly, and you immediately felt the raging emotions bubbling up inside of you. You had tried so hard to conceal your feelings, to suppress your sadness, but you couldn’t take it anymore seeing Hyunggu’s overly kind reaction.

“Hey, it’s okay!” He positioned his chair, so that he could come closer to you. You looked down at your intertwined fingers instead of keeping the eye-contact because you were pretty sure that you would start sobbing if you looked into his shining eyes. “We can’t always be at our best, and yes, it means that we mess up sometimes but it doesn’t mean that we are total failures, and one day definitely doesn’t measure our value either.”

No matter how much you knew that he was right, your heart was still heavy from all the worry, doubt and disappointment that you held in that you kept on rambling.

“But I’ve studied so hard, and I was so confident to take this exam. Just to fail it in the end,” you mumbled, full of fury. You could have been more reassured if you could have blamed it on anyone but to be angry at yourself? It was the most difficult to deal with shame if you were the one to blame for it. You knew all too well that self-hatred didn’t get you anywhere either, but you couldn’t help it. You were always quick to snap at yourself when something didn’t work out.

Instead of saying that it would get better and that no one is perfect, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Hyunggu leaned back in his chair and stared far ahead.

“I was the same when I applied for the dance academy. I messed up my audition so bad. Even though I’ve practiced the choreography for more than a hundred times, that day, something just wasn’t right and I made several mistakes on stage. No matter how hard I had worked and how many sleepless nights I had, I just couldn’t do my best that one particular day, and I didn’t get in,” he told you honestly even though you were sure that it was just as difficult for him to talk about it as if it was for you to talk about what happened in the morning. “A year later, I applied again and I got in without any mistakes. The judges said that it was probably the most creative and intense choreography they had ever seen,” he continued frankly, and there was no hint of insincerity in his voice. You could also see that he didn’t try to boast about it, but to show you that there was always two sides of the same coin, and if something didn’t work out once, you could try again next time.

You averted your eyes back to him and tried your best with a smile. Hyunggu smiled back at you, the kind that reminded you of the raindrops racing down your window in the beginning of autumn. There was something oddly heartwrenching yet beautiful about the way his lips curled upwards. It wasn’t his trademark wide smile, nor was it his cheeky smirk while he was teasing you. It was bittersweet and meaningful just like seasons changing and just like letting go of the hurtful past.

“Do you want a hug?” he offered seriously, and you could only nod in response before he wrapped his arms around you and you started sobbing into the crook of his neck. He drew invisible lines on your back while you were crying your eyes out, letting your teardrops mingle with his sweat. You had never understood how could someone identify a person as their safe haven, but being in Hyunggu’s embrace, you started to feel that you had found the one who could make you feel at ease anywhere and anytime.

Time passed by quickly, and soon the months that Hyunggu was obligated to spend with the kids came to an end. You enjoyed every single class, almost as much as the girls themselves, even though you didn’t take part in dancing, except one time when the boy was teaching a choreography for duos. Considering that there were 14 kids in his class, he didn’t have a partner for himself but he wanted to show them the moves properly, so he asked if you wanted to be his. At first, you kindly rejected his offer, yet seeing the boy’s puppy eyes and the minions’ cheering, you gave in in the end, and didn’t even regret your decision. Those two classes while you were Hyunggu’s partner were probably your best three hours of your life. He was just as gentle and supportive with you as with the kids, and you could have never imagined that his compliment regarding your non-existent dancing skills could melt your heart like that.

Despite everything, you were quite nervous when it was time for the last class because you had no idea if Hyunggu wanted to stay in contact with you, or was it just you who totally fell for him. Let’s face it; there was nothing you would find unattractive about him from his smile to his dimples and his big, big heart. Yet, the dilemma was always there; what if he was as casual with everybody as he was with you? After all, he was very casual with the kids too, he was casual with you, so why couldn’t he act the same around others?

This thought didn’t let your poor heart rest during the last class, and it started beating even faster when the kids went back to the changing room after thanking Hyunggu for the fun classes in multiple ways; one girl gave him a drawing of him, another gave him candies (that was Yehsuh, and you failed to hide the fact that you knew Hyunggu well when you outright told her his favourite kind of candy when she asked you about it), some gave him chocolate and others merely gave him hugs or kisses on his cheek. They were totally adorable, and the boy was over the moon after receiving so much love.

He packed all of his gifts into his bag while he asked you how you liked the last class. You answered as best as you could even though you were pretty sure that he could detect the nervousness in your voice. You were chewing on your lower lip (bad habit) while you were listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall. You didn’t feel like breaking the silence, yet at the same time, you were slowly going crazy by the lack of conversation.

As usual, the boy plopped down in the chair beside yours, and let out a satisfied sigh. Anyone could tell that he had enjoyed the last 12 weeks with all his heart.

“It may be an odd question…” Hyunggu started after a few moments of silence, and you swore your heart had just skipped a beat. Slowly, you found his gaze on you, and his eyes were dancing gleefully in joy. Those beautiful toffee orbs that were usually swimming in childish playfulness and sweet affectionate shined just as brightly as always. You didn’t want to say goodbye to him, to his shimmering orbs, to his trademark smile...

You gulped as you waited for him to continue his sentence while his lips curled upwards as if he had been up to something.

“Do you want to hang out with me sometime? We could go anywhere, I don’t mind,” he finally blurted out with a hopeful smile, yet you could see as he gulped.

An immense weight was immediately lifted off your shoulders.

“Yes, sure.” You nodded with a blooming smile, your heart finally letting go of all the doubts and the questions you held in for so long. So it wasn’t just you who wanted to keep talking to him, to keep getting to know little nothings and fun facts about him, about his life, about his interests, about anything he wanted to tell you about. What a relief.

He smiled back at you, that adorable smile that stretched from one ear to another, the one that you fell in love with the first time you saw it. You were so lucky to be able to see this smile even more.

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[kpopscenarihos]

“You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me”

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a/n: This is just a lil somethin I whipped up to mess with tae and also get into writing a little bit more. If you have any requests feel free to send them our way and I’ll add it to my list.

summary: clingy boyfriend kino x reader

genre: fluff

word count: ~570

You were sitting at the coffee table in the living room of your apartment with notes spread out trying to get work done for your part of the presentation before your group meeting later that week when you heard the first of the dramatic sighs. Your boyfriend Kino had a rare afternoon off and came over spend time with you. You told him before that you were busy with school stuff with the end of the semester drawing near and couldn't take a break. He swore that was fine and he just wanted to be around you so you relented and said he could come over.

Well, he lied. After about 45 minutes of watching you work he started to get fidgety. Then 20 more minutes pass and that started the whines. It was starting to work your nerves but if you acknowledged him he would win and pull your attention away from your work. Kino was never patient when it came to you. Always preferring to spend every moment clinging to you like a koala. It was so adorable and you loved it, until it kept you from working.

"Baaaaabe!" he groaned in a childish manner.

You rolled your eyes and continued to work never even glancing over to see him pouting.

Defeated, Kino just started watching you more intently than before. He loved to watch you so concentrated on whatever it was you were doing. He thought it was so cute the faces you would make as you read a confusing passage in your textbook, or the way you would bite your lip in concentration when you were proofreading papers, or the way you would slightly chew the end of your pen when you were taking notes from videos.

He moved closer to you on the floor and poked your cheek, hoping this would finally get a response. You lightly swatted his hand away without even looking away from your screen. Kino seemed to settle down for a while to let you work in peace. It was quiet, too quiet.

"You look so sexy when you're ignoring me" Kino whispered into your ear.

A shiver went down your spine at his words and you quickly shut your laptop coming to the conclusion that you had done enough for the night. Twisting to face Kino you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a passionate kiss. Kino broke the kiss and chuckled.

"I win." he said with a smirk on his face.

"Shut up or I'll go back to my project"

Kino wrapped his arms tighter around you started to pepper your face with kisses, making you giggle and roll your eyes.

"Can I have your undivided attention now? Please?" he asked with the most innocent looking puppy eyes.

"Fine" you huffed in mock exasperation.

Kino immediately pulled you up onto the couch so you could cuddle placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before nuzzling his head into your neck making you laugh and smack him playfully.

He looked up at you cocking an eyebrow questioningly before he went into tickling you mercilessly. You were pleading through laughs for him to stop before he finally did kissing you quickly stating "that was for ignoring me" and going back to smothering you in his love while you ran your fingers through his hair. Both of you content to spend the evening tangled together lovingly, enjoying doing nothing together.

(if you hated it don’t tell me, im sensitive) 

-admin mckenna💝

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[adachicuto]

happy birthday kino

warning(s): food and tattoo mention

the morning of his birthday, you’d wake up to find hyunggu asleep with his laptop right in the middle of the bed. it would amaze you how neither of you knocked it over, especially with how bad hyunggu would sleep. his phone would still would be in his hand and you’d have to put everything up

you’d be in the middle of doing your morning routine when hyunggu would finally wake up to find you. he’d pull you into a back hug and his chin would rest on your shoulder for a minute as you take in the silence of your apartment. then you’d remember your plans for the day and you quickly finish up and gesture for hyunggu to hurry up and get ready

to say hyunggu would be confused would be an understatement. it would take everything in you to not burst out laughing at the look he would give you and he looked even funnier since he would be half awake

while he’d finish getting ready, you’d make a quick breakfast and make your favorite beverages to start the day. over breakfast, hyunggu would show you all of the funny texts the rest of ptg would send him and of course, they would all be hilarious and the audio messages would almost leave him breathless

afterward, you’d both put on your shoes and jackets to leave your apartment and the whole way down the elevator hyunggu would repeatedly ask you where the two of you would be going and your only response would be to shrug and he’d shake his head at you

the two of you would arrive at your destination just in time and hyunggu’s face would go from confusion to understanding and he’d turn to face you as you’d climb out of the car like wow?? really?? lol

so, you go into the tattoo parlor and look through some possible designs and after a few minutes, you’d both decide on something. it wouldn’t be matching couple’s tattoos but more of things that represent hope to each of you

like hyunggu would choose a really cool sunrise design because to him a sunrise would mean a chance to start over and he’d help you choose something if you’d have a tough time deciding on something and you’d both be really happy with the results

after that you’d go meet up with ptg for lunch and to show them your tattoos and they’d all compliment your tattoos and hyunggu would get a little shy when you’d thank him for helping with the design lol and of course, the others would notice and start teasing him

after you’d all finish eating, a server would bring out a cupcake with a candle on it and you and all of ptg would sing happy birthday and it would get a bit crazy but someone would manage to get everyone to calm down

later that evening you’d pull out your laptop to show hyunggu a song you were working on. it wouldn’t be perfect by any means but to him, it would be. especially if that isn’t something you do, the thought would be what would count the most. then you’d give him his other gifts which would consist of a few books he’d been wanting to get and a cologne

the rest of the night would consist of impromptu dance battles around your living room and kitchen and singing with remotes as microphones and hyunggu would be beyond happy at how he’d get to spend his special day

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[kpopjust4u]

Dirty distractions.

Post Date: 1st August 2022 Content: Smut - PENTAGON Kino x Reader WC: 2.7K TW?: Dom!Kino/ Sub!Reader/ Studio Sex/ Masterbating/ Hand on throat/  Little bit of degrading/ Praise/ Profanities/ Foreplay (Giving and recieving/ Penetration Request?: Yes Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 65 - “Be quiet” 74 - “Tell me what you want right now” 116 - “You’re trouble”

Kino’s been locked in the studio since the early hours of dawn, and as much as you knew it was part of his work, you couldn’t help but cave into the urge to visit him at work, just to ensure that he’s looking after himself whilst he’s busy. Though, you knew him too well. He wouldn’t have eaten since leaving early this morning, the ideas of work controlling his ability to even think of anything else other than getting that one song done to complete the album that he’s been working on for days. 

On your way to the building, you notice a new bakery that was due to close fairly soon, interested in seeing if they by any chance had anything that you could pick up to surprise your boyfriend. With luck on your side, they had a few options, but all that you picked out had to be complimented with his favourite coffee, couldn’t go into a cafe without picking one up. 

“I really hope he likes these treats,” you mumble to yourself, clutching the goods close to your chest as you head towards the door of the CUBE building. 

It must’ve seemed like you were full of luck today, considering that a few of his members were in the lobby, quick to notice you approaching the door with full hands, Hui rushing towards the door, propping it open for you. 

With a soft smile, he nods at you, knowing exactly what you were about to ask, “He’s in studio 12, hasn’t come out of that room at all yet today,” he scoffs, amused by your eye roll. 

“Of course,” you huff in reply, “I could’ve never guessed, thank you Hui, see you in a bit!”.

Cutting the chit-chat short, you rush to the studio, using your elbow to open the door. Considering of how much noise you were making with slight cusses and sounds of trying to open the door, Kino was oblivious to it all, headphones blocking out any external sounds from behind him. Noticing a space on the table beside him, you carefully put down his food and coffee, wasting no time in throwing your arms around him, making him jump slightly. 

“Ya! What-” he bites bitterly, calming down instantly when he realises who’s around him, “Sorry baby girl... What are you doing here?” a look of confusion is received as you let loose of your grip around him, smiling sweetly, rushing to grab the treats and coffee off the table.

“I bought you these!!” you excited squeal, “I know you haven’t eaten since you left this morning, so you’re going to eat now, whilst im here,” you tell him, a hint of bossiness coming through and Kino raises an eyebrow.

“Thank you, baby, I’ll have those in a bit. I’m really busy,” he softly denies the treats, tapping the space on the desk for you to put them there. You do as he indicates but with a pout on your lips, “Kino, please eat now,” you beg lightly, his face dropping. 

Not only was it the way that you used his name, but he knew that you weren’t up for a debate, taking hold of the coffee as he takes a sip. He unintentionally keeps eye contact with you as he does so, picking up the panini that you’ve picked for him, and taking bites of it. The way he does this comes off as sarcastic but that really wasn’t his intention, he just wanted to make you happy watching him eat so you knew he had something. 

“Mind if I stay here until you finish? I’m a little lonely in the house,” you ask, bottom lip poking out as he nods reluctantly, “Sure, but I really do have to get this song done. I’ve worked on it long enough already,” he replies, cheeks filled with food. 

With toned-down excitement, you hop over to the couch, take a seat and pull out a book from your bag, “I won’t make a peep, I promise. You won’t even know I’m here,” you giggle, receiving the sweetest smile off him, rolling over on his chair to kiss your forehead tenderly and cupping your cheek before putting his attention back onto his work. 

Out of the corner of your eye, catching your attention and bringing it away from your book, you notice him pulling up his jumper sleeves. The way his hands rested on the desk and his fingers typing away on the keyboard in front of him, makes them tense up a little with every slight bit of movement, veins popping out. You didn’t realise how attractive his hands and arms were until that moment, appreciating the slightest bit of muscle flexing, probably a bit too much as you catch yourself biting your lip at the sight.  

Attempting to avert your attention away from this, you try to read over the line you’ve probably read 10 times over, but the inability to focus on continuing frustrates you. Kino has no idea what could possibly be going through your head at this moment and time, too focused on the software in front of him and his eyes glued to the screen. As you watch him out of the corner of your eye, he removes his headphones briefly, pushing his hair back, his arm tensing as he does so.

“Fuck...” you hiss to yourself. Shaking your head viciously to get rid of the intruding thoughts of having his fingers inside of you instead of tapping away on the keyboard in front of him. You were lucky that he didn’t catch your hiss, unknowing of the situation as he puts the headphones back on. 

Every time you looked over at him, you couldn’t help but let the lewd thoughts flood your mind, how you wished he gave oyu as much attention as he was doing for his work at the moment. You knew it was a bad idea considering anyone could walk in at any moment but as your thoughts continue to fog your brain, your hand trails down from the book, slipping under your jogging bottoms and underwear, carefully teasing your clit, trying not to make a sound. 

The book falls out of your hands onto your stomach, trying to get comfortable on the couch to get better access to finger yourself, trying your absolute best to hold back any whimpers and moans. Your gaze was glued onto his arms and his hands, watching them as you relieve yourself, though catching yourself getting into it when a tiny whimper falls from your lips. 

Conveniently, though he didn’t hear you, he takes a moment to look away from the screen, eyes widening when he turns around to see the sight of you toying with yourself. He gulps hard at the sight, in shock and disbelief, unsure of how to react fully at first.

“What are you doing?” he asks, making you jump, instinctively pulling your hand out from under your clothing. 

Your wide eyes meet with his, mouth agape from the sudden realisation that he’s probably been watching you for a little longer than you thought. Shaking with anticipation with how this could turn out with him, your cheeks flush red, but your clit burns to be touched again. Kino’s face drops, eyes going dark, you couldn’t tell if he was really annoyed, turned on, or better yet, both. 

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” he growls, cocking his eyebrows up. If you didn’t know how he was going to react, you now didn’t know what he means by that. Have you annoyed him, or something else? Though at this point, you were so needy for him, you were willing to do what it had to take to get him away from the computer screen for a little while.

“What? Why? I haven’t done anything wrong?” you gasp dramatically, playing the innocent card, playing the doe eyes in an attempt to get your way with him.

“You haven’t done anything wrong? Why was your hand under your joggers, better yet, why were you whimpering whilst doing so? In my studio? You dirty girl,” he mocks, his tone lowering, watching you carefully to get a reaction out of you. 

The minute he called you a dirty girl, your core throbs, pulsating at the words. “I didn’t do anything,” you attempt to say sweetly, but the minute you bite your lip says otherwise. 

Forcing himself out of the chair, he struts over to you, leaning down as he hovers over you. His eyes don’t leave you, watching you crumble as he inches his face closer to yours, his breath soft on your face, sweet-smelling from the coffee he’s been sipping at for the last hour or so. 

“Fingering yourself in the studio, to get my attention, hmm?” he snarls, making sure to keep eye contact with you to see how you act under him, “You do know there could be terrible consequences if you got caught right?”.

With a smirk creeping onto your face, and the attempt to keep your innocence up fails, “I didn’t do anything like that, I was reading my book,” you insisted, trying your absolute best to not smirk but you couldn’t help it. 

You were actually getting attention and your morals were going out of the window at this point. You’ve done it everywhere in the house, in his friend’s bedroom, god, even in a park because you tested his patience so much. So the idea of playing it risky by doing it in a studio wouldn’t be any different to the last two. 

“So what did you do? Better yet, tell me what you want,” he licks your bottom limp, yearning for a moan from you as his hand wraps around your throat, “You know you shouldn’t be here anyway, so what is it?”

These words make you completely crumble, reaching to get a kiss from him but he retracts, making a point known that you weren’t going to get anything until you answered him. So you did piss him off, but it could work in your favour if you behaved for him, not that you have done up until now.

“I want... you,” you gasp, legs shut tight, hoping to suppress the urge to touch yourself again but your core heats up even more, already soaking from the interaction making you so horny that you couldn’t really care if you get caught. 

“Hmm, me, huh? I’m not sure if you deserve anything for being a bad girl,” he adds, a smirk almost making it onto his lips but going back to a straight face and his eyes stay dark. 

The grip he has around your throat tightens, making you whimper, even more, reaching around to the back of his head in an attempt to bring him closer to you so you could kiss him, needy for his lips to be against yours at the very least. 

“Will you behave if you get what you want?” he asks, still resisting the urge to give into you, fighting back every sexual thought that came into his head, also not opposed to the idea of having sex in the studio.

Nodding your head in reply to his question, he brushes his lip against yours, barely touching it but enough to get even more of a reaction from you. “Will you? Use your words doll,” he asks again, asserting his dominance by using his other hand to rub you through your joggers, forcing you to talk from the friction he’s causing.

“I’ll behave, I promise!” you cry, earning the touch of his lips against yours, though instead of easing you it into a makeout, he goes straight in, catching you off guard whilst his fingers press and rub you through the restrictive clothing. 

You whimper on his lips, enjoying every second of this but needed something more than just his fingers through clothing. Using your hands, you unbuckle his belt, and unzip his jeans, pulling them down, palming his hard cock through his boxers before taking it out and stroking it. 

“Hmm, that’s what you want, huh?” he mocks, raising an eyebrow as a smirk grows on his face, “It’s too risky,” he adds, trying to act like he hasn’t had thoughts about fucking you senseless in this room so many times as a stress reliever when work isn’t going his way. 

“Please,” you whisper, almost inaudible when your whimpers push through, coming out louder than expected.

“Bend over,” he orders, loosening his grip from around your throat for you to do so, pulling down your underwear and joggers in one swift movement as you reveal your ass to him. 

“Such a good girl,” he growls to himself, taking in the sight in front of him, watching your core glisten from the light of the monitor screen, “You’re so wet for me baby, that needy for me?” he asks teasingly, teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, covering it in your juices. 

As much as he wants to hold back to tease you, he knew there would be more of a risk of getting caught if he waited as much as he’d love to make you scream for him to fuck you senseless. The minute his tip aligns with your entrance, he trusts in harsher than you expected him to, making you yelp out in pleasure.

“Be quiet, or you’re not gonna get it,” he barks, ordering you as he grips the back of your throat, holding you there for a moment before thrusting into you again, your moans muffled by the way you bite down into your sleeved sound, barely audible. 

The sound of skin slapping together would be enough of an indication that there was something dirty going on in the room but at this point, he didn’t care. His hips slam hard against your ass cheeks and top of your thighs, lewd sounds muffled as you try your best to stay as quiet as possible, Kino completely getting off by this. 

He’s merciless with his thrusts, not giving you any chance to breathe as your mind and vision goes blurry, the powerful feeling of pleasure flowing through your body with every thrust he made, and it was purposeful. Though wasn’t a failed attempt to make you cum all over his cock within minutes, grabbing your hips tightly to pull you back into his thrusts, bringing you over the edge quicker than he’s ever done before.

“Good girl, doing so well,” he coos in a growl, slowing down his pace slightly to let you ride through your high, but he wasn’t done. 

You expected what was coming, he wasn’t going to let it finish there without him getting some relief too, picking up his pace, slamming hard into you as your walls tense around him. 

“Such a dirty slut, taking me so well in the studio where anyone could walk in at any time, tut tut,” he scoffs in amusement as he could hear the muffled screams that you made into your arm. 

The way he had you, made him realise that he’s into restricting you like this more than he expected, as the need to cum becomes more prominent by the second.

His thrusts start to become choppy and slower, taking in the last moments of this before his release, giving you permission to be a bit more audiable to help him finish, but all you could do was breath heavily at this point, biting on your lip as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you.

“I’m gonna-” he warns, but as he releases his warm juices into you, his words get cut off but moans, his trusts completely slow down, but he still fucks you balls deep, to ensure that he doesn’t miss a drop. 

Before pulling out, he reaches to grab you by the throat again, pulling you up to him, back rested against his chest, “You better not play these games with me again when I’m working, you got it?”. You whimper as you nod, deeply breathing in and sighing as he slowly pulls out, watching his cum ooze down your leg. 

“Now lets go home, that was only the begginging. You were so naughty and need to be taught a lesson,” he adds, passing you tissues to help clean you up before rushing you to get dressed, saving his work and exiting the studio, but not before trying to hide any evidence of anything happening in the room. 

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[niel-trbl]

Love Drop

Nurse!Kang Kino AU

Note: it’s been way too long and got inspired by my visits to the hospital, bumping into cute nurses while trying to concentrate on what i needa know for someone’s medication. anw hope you enjoy reading this one! drop me some feedback or requests right here!

kino’s known as the dancing fairy around the department

always dancing at the wards or the play room with the kids

well loved by the patients, the parents of the patients and also the nurses

he’s such a happy virus!!! he spreads so much happiness and joy to everyone

actual epitome of the sun

kids always get excited when kino’s making his rounds to check on them and they love sticking stickers on his uniform!! he lets them do it even tho it sometimes sticks his pockets together

kino being his soft self can’t bear to throw the stickers out so he got a sticker album specifically for them - he treasures them with all of his heart!!

with that said, he keeps every single card and drawing he receives from them too

coz the kids love him alot, they like to give him multiples of their drawings and whatnot which is now overflowing on his desk

he does have a box to keep all of them but even that is filled to the brim

kino is super passionate about the kids’ well-being

he gets heartbroken whenever the kids get a little cough or fever so he will do everything in his will to nurse them back to health

you had recently transferred from another hospital, working under the same department

since you moved to a new area, you decided to make a transfer

sure you missed your old place, the department and the kids, but you felt the need for something new after the many things that happened

so you took a bold chance and requested for the transfer

it was your first day at the hospital and one of the older nurses was giving you a tour of the ward you were assigned to

just as she was telling you good old stories, you felt a gush of wind rushed past you and noticed that someone was running across the ward

“ah that must be nurse kino! he’s always running around, taking care of the kids. he’s a really sweet boy. i think you both will get along well,”

after the tour, it was time for you to head to the play room to prepare for the storytime session so that you could get familiar with the kids and vice versa

you stepped into the playroom and saw the same nurse that was running around earlier then recalled that it was nurse kino

“hi! you must be nurse kino,” you called out

when he turned around, you cant help but just gaze at him

wow he’s cute,,,,,,,,

“hi! you must be the new nurse, cant wait to work with you,” you quickly snapped out of it and shook his hand then started preparing with him

you were glad that both of you were on the same page on alot of things

like for storytime, you asked him if he dressed up as the characters to tell the story

“i would love to!! but the department said it would be too much”

“OMG my old department said the same thing too!”

slowly both of you bond over your love for the kids and whatnot

the kids started enjoying having you around too!!

maybe even switched their favourite nurse from nurse kino to you

“wow i cant believe the kids gave you more stickers than for me. stop stealing my kids!!”

“they’re my kids too!!”

if you’re wondering, yes your playful banters usually revolve around them

because of this and also how both of you always paired up together to do rounds and storytime, the kids called you their parents

not just them, even the nurses, especially the older ones, feel the same way

they’re always cooing about how cute y’all are and that you should get together

but you’re like no no no we are just nurse partners!!!

though deep down you wish there was a possibility of him liking you but so many people left him with secret love notes and confessions

whats even more sad is that he dont realise that theyre confessions, he just thought they were very friendly letters

so this made you drop your feelings for him - what if he thought you were being very friendly as well?

but you were grateful to at least be a great working friend of his

speaking of which,,,,,,,

one day kino came running to you with the widest smile of his girl you almost went jello and said that the department decided to set aside some funds for the storytime session since the kids loved it so much - that means you guys get to make costumes!!!

both of you were so happy that you were hugging and jumping around the ward

your kids who happened to be in the area were confused but happy to see their nurse parents being all happy so they jumped along

that day after your shift ended, you and kino just sprinted out of the hospital and straight to the costume store to find nice outfits for the storytime session

you had such a fun time outside of work that you even forgot that you were shopping for work

both of you were at the stationery shop, paying for the crowns and other material that you selected

“wow are you guys celebrating your kid’s birthday? they’re sure lucky to have you as their parents!” the cashier’s remark made the both of you blush

you awkwardly laughed and fanned yourself coz it suddenly gOT ALL HOT

after that encounter, both of you headed to your apartment to start working on everything to bring them to the hospital the next day

so you ordered takeout, listened to music and talked as you worked on the costumes and props

as you worked, you thought you saw kino stealing glances of you but you weren’t sure if your eyes were just playing tricks with you

in fact, kino really did steal glances of you!!

in the beginning he wasnt sure of what he was feeling

he was like why is my heart’s beating too fast?? am i sick??

he slowly realised that he only felt that way around you and thats when he came into terms with his feelings for you

he had always wanted to tell you how he felt but the timing was always not right

despite that he’s not going to give up until he tells you how he feels

so now that you’re done working on the costumes and props, you decided to work on coming up with the script by going through the storybooks you always read to the kids

both of you sat close with your shoulders occassionally brushing against one another, slowly reading the storybook and brainstorming the scenes together

kino loved this sight of you - your hair strands falling to your face and your brows furrowed as you concentrate

even this way, he feels like he is on cloud nine looking at you

“oh,,, there’s a, erm kiss scene,” you got all nervous and clammy hands

“how should we do this?”

“oh i have an idea,” kino turned to you and slowly brought his hand to graze your cheek

in that moment, he leaned in and placed his lips on yours, you slowly moved your lips in-sync with his

but you quickly snapped back to reality, remembering that he’s only suggesting how to work the scene

“im in love with you,” he rest his head on yours

“erm, you got the line wrong,” you pointed out, pulling away from him

“nope, pretty sure its right coz im confessing to you,” he held onto your cheeks

wow kang kino,,,,,, you are smooth

“well then, my reply to that would be, im in love with you too,” you pecked his lips again

but you’re smoother

#ahhhh its my first time writing for kino!!! #kino scenario #kino scenarios #hyunggu scenario #hyunggu scenarios #kang kino scenario #kang kino scenarios #kang hyunggu scenario #kang hyunggu scenarios #pentagon scenario #pentagon scenarios #kino #hyunggu #kang kino #kang hyunggu #pentagon

[mochiinet]

22) “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.” -- 100 Ways to Say I Love You

Featuring: PENTAGON’S Kino (Hyunggu) & OC

Word Count: 1.3k words

Summary: Okay I saw these picks of Kino at IKEA or some furniture store and it just would’ve been wrong for me NOT to write a scenario based on ya boi and I died just thinking about it.  But anyways, you get the idea of what this is going to be about.  Let’s go bf!kino 

also trying out bullet scenarios for the first time so please don’t hate me if it’s bad, i’m just trying to see if this is something that might continue doing LOL

so it’s sunday morning rain is fallin’ jk like it actually is

and the two of you totally slept in longer than you were supposed to

but it’s the weekend so no one really cares

you were the first one to wake up and you mentally face palmed after looking at the clock

like why are you guys like this

you shook kino to wake him up 

but instead of waking up he just grabbed onto your waist

and became a koala he’s literally so adorable i can’t

“we have to go to IKEA today dude, if you don’t get up i’m going by myself”

he pouted but sat up, allowing you to do so as well

and you guys got ready together, play fighting over who got to wash their face first

since it was rainy, both of you guys didn’t really want to go out

but you both promised to go to IKEA since the living room and dining room weren’t going to magically furnish themselves

after dating for around three years, the decision was made

and after finding a suitable place for the two of you

you signed the lease and moved in together

it hadn’t been long since the two of you moved to your own apartment

you were both busy people

with full time jobs

so you were rarely home anyways

but two of you had lasted about one and a half weeks 

before you concluded that just a couch and a TV stand in the living room wasn’t sufficient

eating on the couch wasn’t an option 

it just happened to be an all white couch and stains were a no-no

eating on the floor was becoming a pain and it made you guys go eat out

which meant spending more money

which meant less money for other things like getting a puppy

which was also a no-no

the two of you had just been too busy with work to go together

and you didn’t want to go without the other

just in case they didn’t like something that the other chose

you put on one of his hoodies, and some comfy jeans and sneakers

he matched unintentionally wearing a similar ensemble but a crewneck instead of a hoodie and he added a hat to hide his bedhead

you both got into his car let’s pretend he has a license

and he drove through the rain to IKEA

you both blasted music and sang along

the ENTIRE way there

you guys went inside and grabbed those little pencils and papers that they have at the entrance

that no one ever really uses, but just grabs because its IKEA

and you guys went through the show rooms first

in the beginning you guys were kind of serious

planning things out, looking at different pieces to see what would match

“what about that table with those chairs, oh and that coffee table?”

he tilted his head, not quite sure about your suggestion

“maybe not those chairs, what about those ones?” 

you did the same at his suggestion

neither of you guys were THAT stubborn, but you both had particular aesthetics

and sometimes they clashed

but as you guys kept going through, you guys would make jokes and have fun

like you’d both become kids again

and play around in the show rooms

sitting at the desks or on the beds

taking a break, you both laid down on one of the beds in one of the rooms

and looked over your lists of things you wanted

“okay, so you want that table, and those shelves.  if we get those will this go with them or no...?” 

he checked the things he knew you really wanted and suggested something from his list to go with it

“yeah we should get that one, that would look nice next to the shelves.”

you would agree

then once you both figured out all of the things, you ordered them and went down to the actual store

and got sucked into all of the cheap housewares that they had

you both took pictures of each other and would totally caption it with something really cringey

you were that couple, like you were goals, but at the same time it could be cringey

you picked out some dining room stuff, bathroom stuff, etc. but not things that were extremely unnecessary

and then the two of you went to pick up some of the furniture that was available 

most of the things were within arms reach

you switched off, grabbing things from the shelves

there was this one big package for the shelf and you looked at kino, just a little worried he’d hurt himself

he totally looked like he was struggling

“do you need help?” 

“uhh...” he was too concentrated to give a straight answer, making you laugh

“no, no I got it!  It’s not heavy... besides, I’m stronger than I look.” 

he quickly answered as his shaky arms pulled the box off the shelf

but you saw he was having trouble so you helped him anyways

“whatever you say babe...” 

you laughed a little, helping him move it onto the cart

he laughed a little too in embarrassment, and you shook your head

“how are we getting all of this stuff into the apartment...”

you guys both looked at the full cart

and sighed

“we can’t go back now...” you said

he nodded and sighed again

you both went to pay and somehow managed to get everything into his car

and stopped by McDonalds to pick up food on the way home

it was s t r u g g l e getting everything up to your apartment

but eventually all of the stuff made it inside

and were put down randomly all over the bare living room

“nap?” 

“nap.” 

you both were pooped even though you’d only been up for like two hours

so you took a quite nap, before putting everything together

kino did a lot of the putting things together, he was really good at building things?

you helped him out with getting him all the right pieces and then when he finished one thing 

you’d move it around and rearranged the layout of the room

you did make some of the smaller things

but he didn’t trust you to make it right since last time with the TV stand

you’d put things upside down and on the wrong sides

so he had to take it apart all over again and do it himself...

but this time you managed to do it all right

so he was a #proudboyfriend 

once everything was done you both stood at one side of the room

both of you had your hands on your hips, sleeves rolled up

sweating a little from moving heavy things

and you just looked at each other

and high-fived, nodding in a satisfied silence

“you know, i could probably beat you in an arm wrestle”

“why do i like you” he glared at you

“i’m just saying... your arms looked like jello earlier.”

“good bye, i get enough of this from my hyungs”

he’d start walking away

but you’re like no you don’t get to leave

and grab onto him

and he turns to look at you, trying to pretend to be mad 

but he looks at you and just starts laughing because you’re all like

messy hair, no makeup, just pure and natural

and he’s just like i rlly like u

but he doesn’t actually say it

and you’re like why is this dude laughing at me, boi

“are you cooking dinner or am i?” he asked

“can you cook pleaseeee.” 

“ew don’t do that, but okay, you’ll have to help me though” 

you pouted at him, but nodded 

“aw cute we finally get to eat at a dining table together” he said

okay ew bye bullet scenarios are not for me.  i’ve concluded, it is now a fact.  but anyways i hope you all enjoyed this somewhat... it turned into a total drabble but i had some free time and decided to try it out... also STAN PENTAGON EVERYONE they deserve more and are amazing bois thanks for reading!!

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[milkybonya]

i know how to be romantic...

Warnings: food mentions

Pairing: Hyunggu from Journey through the flower field universe x reader

[Valentine's day special!]

[a/n]: i've had to delay the release of part four of JTTFF for so long and now again i have to delay it for over a month :(( accept these last two valentine's drabbles as my apology? i'm sorry for the wait T.T but this series is so hard to write, and things keep going wrong for me... i doubt anyone is sat there desperately waiting for the continuation of JTTFF but if you are... i'm sorry, i love you, accept these drabbles until i can write part 4!

On your first Valentine's day with Hyunggu, you literally wake up in a bed of flowers. No, literally.

Hyunggu has somehow managed to fill your bed with rose petals while not waking you in order to avoid ruining the surprise. Now that you're awake, your room is filled with the scent of roses.

As you sit up, you wonder how in the world you're going to clean this up later... but Hyunggu doesn't even let you think as he jumps out of your closet with a bouquet of roses in his arms.

"Happy Valentine's day, [y/n]!" he cheers, a smile beaming on his face.

"Hyunggu, there's already so many flowers in here-"

"But you're the best one," he says, walking closer and pressing a kiss to your lips. You shiver as your lips tingle from the sensation, and Hyunggu smiles when he pulls away, admiring your face for a while before handing you the flowers.

"I'll clean this all up, love, so don't worry. Let's go downstairs and eat something, okay?"

Hyunggu guides you out of the room, holding your hands in his.

"I am going back to my room, y'all are gonna fill this place with cringe, lovey-dovey energy," Wooseok says. He had just walked out of his room, spotted you two holding hands before he turned back to his room.

You and Hyunggu laugh, ignoring him as you walk downstairs.

On the kitchen counter sit all of your favourite breakfast foods, seemingly winking at you one by one.

"Hyunggu... how did you make all of this?" you ask him as he pulls out a chair for you to sit on.

"You know me," he says, walking to the other side of the counter so he can sit down across from you. "I know how to be romantic."

When he winks at you, both of you laugh before beginning to eat. Hyunggu takes a sip of his drink first, and as he moves his mug back onto the counter, you notice the foam that's now coating his lips. He notices you staring at him and asks you what's wrong.

"Come here," you tell him, motioning for him to lean forward. When he gives you a suspicious look, you whine at him to just listen, so he does.

Finally, he's close enough for you to press your lips to his, naturally wiping the foam away with the way your lips move together. You pull away, slightly breathless. Hyunggu's cheeks are red and he tries to hide behind his mug as he takes another sip, but you stop him.

"Are you trying to make me kiss you again or something?" you ask him.

He moves the mug down and laughs.

"I mean, that's not what I intended, but I wouldn't mind..."

You don't hesitate as you press your lips against his again, harder this time.

"[y/n]..."

"Happy Valentine's day, Hyunggu! You're the best..."

"Am I? Do you have a gift for me, then?" Hyunggu asks you, crossing his arms.

You laugh at him, shaking your head at how cute he is.

"Of course I do. I'll show you later."

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[ssarangduty]

Sleepless Night (Kino)

Kang Hyunggu (Kino) x reader Warnings: none Genre: fluff My masterlist can be found here!

You yawned and turned around, as your eyes met your boyfriend. Hyunggu was asleep, looking very peaceful. You felt the urge to run your fingers over his cheeks. You couldn’t believe such a guy was real - and yours.

Your breathing stopped as Hyunggu’s hand placed above yours. He moved your hand over to his mouth, as he kissed your hand.

“Why are you up?” He asked, turning to his side, so he was facing you (still holding your your hand in his).

You looked at him as you sighed. “I don’t know. It’s hard to sleep these days.”

His eyebrows furrowed together, as he seemed worried about you. “Is everything okay? At home as well?” He asked, holding the eye contact between you two. “It’s okay! Please don’t worry Hyunggu.” You smiled at your boyfriend, trying to make sure you sounded believable. Nothing was really wrong, you just, hands down, had a hard time falling asleep.

“We should go somewhere,” Hyunggu said. You followed him, as he got up and pulled a hoodie over his head. He also threw a hoodie to you, you quickly pulled over your body.

The two of you, hand in hand, listed out of dorm without trying to wake the others. Hyunggu was one of the few who knew you enjoyed big cities at night. Everything about cities during night times were magical; the lights, all the sounds you didn’t notice during the day, the empty streets.

You walked a few meters as you got into a empty train. “Where are we going?” You asked Hyunggu, as you learned your head down, reaching his shoulder. Just getting out of bed made you a little sleepy.

“I want you to show my favorite place. I always write music there and think as well. It’s so peaceful and beautiful even though it’s in the middle of the city.”

You had no idea how Hyunggu found this place, nor got both of you here. After getting out of the train, he went down a little street and then up of a lot of stairs. The place you ended was magical, though.

“This is amazing, Hyunggu. I’ve only seen these on pictures.” You looked around the small terrace. Two chairs and a table was placed there, and you could see some flowers in the dim light as well.

Hyunggu pulled you over to sit next to him in the chair. You couldn’t help but just stare at the city. 

“Just allow your thoughts to flow,” he said, once again kissing your hand. “Can you sing for me?” You asked, once again leaning your head against his shoulder. “You know how much I love Lonely.” 

Hyunggu smiled to himself, as he started to sing the lyrics with a low voice. It was so soothing, and the sight of your favorite city, made the whole scene even more perfect.

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