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xiaojuun · 1 year

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teubun here, I love that nickname 🐇 I loved reading ur reply sm! I love LOVE hearing people talk abt smithing they love so much and are so passionate about 🩷🥺 I will check everything u said soon !! esp wanna watch that variety u said. the last thing u said abt their friendships was so endearing it made my heart flutter 💓💓 so I wanted to ask what dynamics and friendships do u see in treasure?

omg yaaay pls keep me posted on everything you check out! 💖 and i'm so glad you're also a dynamic / friendship enthusiast sjgknfj there are so many good ones in trsr ... i ended up writing so much again JKSGB and i still am like this is barely even scratching the surface 😂

they all went through a lot together with their survival show (yg treasure box aka ygtb aka my behated) but even before that, a few of them were trainees together for a really long time (hyunsuk, junkyu, yedam, jihoon, and doyoung in korea; yoshi, haruto, mashiho and asahi in japan). hyunsuk basically helped raise doyoung, that's how young he was when they started training together, they're still one of my favorite duos because of that. some of my favorite friendships that i think are like, very real / would exist outside of the context of the group: jihoon and junkyu (total soulmate same age friends, they are HILARIOUS together), jaehyuk and asahi (another same age pair, i think they really bring out the best in each other), haruto and asahi (literally could have had their own rooms but opted to share one instead so that they could make a hangout room and work on music together), and then jeongwoo and jaehyuk (these two are honestly more like actual brothers) -- and that unit of the 4 of them (0104 line!) are basically a functioning family lol they are ALWAYS together in some combination or another. i also love the friendship and dynamic between jihoon and hyunsuk as coleaders, i think it was so smart to have both of them leading the group, they complement each other really well and again there is so much mutual respect and a shared vision for the type of culture they wanted to create for the entire group. you can tell how much the other members look up to them 🥹 yoshi and hyunsuk are also a duo that are often together, junghwan is often with 0104 as well, i really miss yedam with doyoung and junkyu specifically, and mashiho with doyoung 🥲 jeongwoo and any of his hyungs is absolutely hilarious. asahi finding junkyu to be the funniest member is a fun fact that i really love also lol like it's kind of unexpected but it makes sense - there's a lot of little fun bits like that within a group so big.

i also recommend checking out their t-talks where they pair 2 members up to chat (they just rebooted this series with new videos recently, but there are older ones that are really fun to watch bc some of the pairs are still super awkward at the time lol), it's cool to see some duos that you don't normally see opting to hang out together. really any combination will give you something interesting -- if it's not besties or brotherhood, it's maybe an older member seeing themselves in a younger member (jihoon has said this of jaehyuk for example), or differing points of view have helped each other learn or see something in a new light and been helpful to them. and they're a pretty affectionate group too which is what my irl bestie really took to them for haha she said it was really refreshing to see a group of boys that was so openly loving like that -- i know this isn't necessarily unique to trsr because kpop is known for skinship, but she wasn't a kpop fan before i showed them to her, and the affection also encompasses their consideration for each other so it's not just about them being snuggly haha (although that is cute too)! many of them i really don't think would have ever been friends outside of the group honestly but one thing they have ALL done is worked hard to work together and understand each other to be one team 🥹

#thank u for letting me rant DSJNFFJH these asks are really getting me inspired to watch old content haha #and that irl bestie of mine is coming to visit in a few weeks and we have a bunch of their newer stuff to watch and catch up on :D #erimail #mail from: anonymous friend!#teubun anon 🐇

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risathefairyofshampoo · 1 month

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TREASURE ୨୧⋆·˚

TREASURE (트레저) is a K-pop boy group formed through the survival show YG Treasure Box. The group debuted on August 7th, 2020. They are under YG Entertainment.

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Is TREASURES dating show an act? (Pt. 1) (Apr, 2024)

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Choi Hyunsuk

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Jihoon

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Yoshi

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Junkyu

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Yoon Jaehyuk

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Asahi

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Doyoung

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Haruto

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Park Jeongwoo

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So Junghwan

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Mashiho (Ex)

Bang Yedam (Ex)

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kpopna · 2 years

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تقرير كامل عن فرقة تريجر (TREASURE )

فرقة تريجر المعروف سابقًا باسم (TREASURE 13) مؤلفة من أعضاء برنامج البقاء على قيد الحياة YG Treasure Box. تتكون المجموعة من: Choi Hyunsuk و Jihoon و Yoshi و Junkyu و Mashiho و Yoon Jaehyuk و Asahi و Bang Yedam و Haruto و Doyoung و Park Jeongwoo و So Junghwan. ظهرت المجموعة لأول مرة في 7 أغسطس 2020. اسم نادي المعجبين(Fandom) الرسمي لفرقة تريجر: Treasure Makers (Teume) اللون الرسمي لفرقة…

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httsouls · 5 years

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🎪¡ junkyu pack

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indigomovn · 2 years

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some girl on omegle told me she watched yg treasure box 4 times and cried every time 💀

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sunqyu · 4 years

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~ Treasure reaction to the other members teasing him about you

Request: “ treasure reaction to the members teasing them about their s/o “ - Anon

I hope I interpreted your request correctly and it’s up to your expectations! If not, just let me know and I’ll write another ^^ Also this was the last request in my inbox so if anyone reading this has a fun request in mind feel free to share it here! - Nova

Hyunsuk

doesn’t care at all

might even find it cute

‘Just wait until you fall in love yourself.’

with a knowing smile and a pat on their head

probably not the type to show affection when they are around though

but definitely very proud of having you and not afraid to let them know

happy to be reminded of you even more

Jihoon

levels up on their teasing

‘I’m 100% whipped indeed.’

almost like it’s about another member and he joins in

but it’s him

‘I even bought them flowers the other day, can you believe it?’

the fun would wear off pretty quickly this way but he’s enjoying himself to the max

Yoshi

just let’s them ramble on

happy they’re all having fun together

as long as they don’t insult you he’d be fine

if they do insult you he’d sternly tell him to knock it off

and he doesn’t get like that often so they would know he’s serious

when they do it when you’re around he’d tell you not to take it too seriously

Junkyu

tries to reply coolly like it doesn’t affect him

but his voice being five octaves higher would give him away

‘I just really like them, stooop.’

‘It’s not a big deaaal.’

shaking his fists as if he’s throwing a temper tantrum

probably wouldn’t tell you about it

so if they do it when you’re around he’d give them death glares behind your back

Mashiho

another one who’s quite unfazed by it all, probably similar to Hyunsuk

only he wouldn’t say it out loud as much

just thinking to himself about how he can’t wait for them to fall in love

the type to love hearing people talk about their crushes

bit more serious when you’re around though

doesn’t want them to embarrass him in front of you

‘Ha ha, how funny.’ with a serious look, hinting for them to stop

Jaehyuk

used to it

they tease him about his cheesiness the entire time

having a specific person to connect the teasing to doesn’t change much

but when you’re around he wouldn’t be happy

focusing more on your reaction than on what they are saying

‘that’s very immature of you guys.’

later, when you’ve left, the teasing would be about how he reacted

and how you must think he’s soooo mature

still not affected himself

Asahi

wouldn’t mind at first

but gets annoyed if they keep going

‘It was funny the first time.’

he’s not insecure about it, he just doesn’t like when they drag on a subject for too long

like, what do they want him to say? what reaction do they want?

very comfortable and secure in his relationship with you

but also very private about it

so when anyone bugs him about it he just wouldn’t really understand

probably just ignores it after a while

Yedam

would get shy about it

blushing but still a smile on his face

still talks about you whenever he can though

it’s worth it, he just loves talking about you

keeps reminding himself they’re just jealous

‘Aye- I don’t talk about her that often? do I?’

just a happy bean with all the love from you and his members

Doyoung

would get loud

‘Yaaaah- stop being jealous!’

agrees it’s funny but since it’s directed at him he won’t admit

‘I understand, you all just wish you were me.’

he said while bright red from blushing so hard

really tries his best to find anything to tease them back

but is overpowered still

eventually gives up and tries to change the subject out of nowhere

Haruto

SHY BEAN

‘I’m not in looove.’

yes, he is

‘I just like hanging out with them, alright? That’s it.’

that’s not it. he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since the day you met

they definitely don’t need to know that though

would probably look to Yoshi for help

if Yoshi’s not around he’d just whine until they stop

the older guys would have to reassure him that it’s not a bad thing to be in love and he should feel proud for having you

Jeongwoo

that ‘are you serious?’-face he does

‘I’m out here living my best life and you all just can’t handle it.’

they might be able to make him shy if they say the right things though

if they have a counterattack for his comebacks basically

once they manage to get him flustered there’s no way back

he’d kinda panic and his voice would be all over the place

probably just makes a run for it at that point

Junghwan

wouldn’t know what to do

‘ah- hyuuung.’ x749

all others words have left his vocabulary

it’s all so new to him, doesn’t know what else to say

they’re definitely right too

already so confused by his feelings lately

it would be a nice bridge for him to ask about advice though

‘no but- seriously, what do I dooo?’

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minibaboo · 3 years

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junkyu lockscreens ࿐࿔*:･°

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exosthetiical · 3 years

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KPOP MV DESKTOP WALLPAPER

TREASURE 『ORANGE』 🍊

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minheeology · 4 years

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treasure reaction ➳ you visit them at practice.

requested? : yes!

pairing : treasure x neutral!reader

genre : fluff!!

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a/n : it was hard to come up with twelve scenarios.. but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy it!

hyunsuk

you walked down the halls of the building in which your boyfriend worked. you had just gotten back from a trip, and despite it being late at night, you decided that you wanted to see your boyfriend. pushing open the door to the practice room, it was fairly empty. only three members, your boyfriend included, were still practicing. upon hearing the door open, they all turned to look at you. hyunsuk let out a gasp and made his way over to you after telling doyoung and haruto to take a break.

“baby!” he said with a giant smile, “i missed you so much! yah, what are you doing here so late?”

as he pulled you into his arms, you replied, “i missed you too, that’s why i’m here! i don’t care how late it is, i wanted to see you.” you admitted shyly.

“you’re cute, you know. but your health is important!” he scolded, but he still gave you a kiss, happy to see you.

jihoon

it was your boyfriend’s birthday, and due to his busy schedule, you hadn’t had time to see each other much. at first, you accepted that you were going to have to celebrate jihoon’s birthday another day, but thanks to the other treasure members, this wasn’t the case. while treasure was practicing, hyunsuk made up an excuse to leave the room, and nobody thought anything of it. when he left, he went to find you, leading you to the practice room. you had a cake in your hands, adorned with candles, ready for your boyfriend to make a wish. you slowly made your way into the practice room, and the members began singing happy birthday almost immediately, having been in on the plan the whole time. needless to say, jihoon was indeed surprised.

“happy birthday, baby. make a wish.” you smiled and watched as he blew out the candles.

after doing so, he looked at you, “making a wish was difficult.. i already have everything i could wish for right here.”

yoshi

some days, you had to admit it. you missed your boyfriend. unluckily for you, he was constantly practicing. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating yoshi since he’s an idol, but it was hard to be away from him. with this in mind, you got ready and made your way to the yg building. after texting hauruto for directions, you finally found yourself standing in front of the practice room. for several minutes, you stood outside, waiting until the music died down. when it did, you took this as your cue to walk into the room. everyone’s heads shot up to look at you, but yoshi was the only one to react.

“y/n?” he nearly yelled as he made his way over to you, “how are you, my love?” he pulled you in for a hug.

“i’m good, better than before now that i’m here,” you chuckled as you pulled away from the hug, “i’m sorry for showing up without warning, i just missed you a lot.”

“never be sorry, you’re always welcome here, okay? you should stop by more often.”

junkyu

it was your anniversary, and you wanted nothing more than to spend it with your boyfriend. unfortunately, he was preparing for a comeback, and you two never had time to make plans to celebrate. luckily for the both of you, you always thought fast. after confirming with a few people, you prepared a tiny picnic basket filled with yours and junkyu’s favorite foods, and made your way to the building where your boyfriend was currently learning knew choreography, completely oblivious to what was about to happen. when you arrived, jihoon let you inside, and led you to the room where junkyu was. when junkyu spotted you, he was initially shocked. he hadn’t expected you to show up, let alone with food.

“i come bearing gifts.. happy anniversary, junkyu..” you spoke as he strode over to you, placing a kiss on your lips.

“you’re so amazing, you know? happy anniversary, baby, i love you.”

“i love you too.”

mashiho

it wasn’t uncommon for you to surprise mashiho during practice. he was constantly working to improve his dancing despite the fact that he was incredible at it. however, recently, you had been busy with your classes, giving you no time to visit your boyfriend. this is why, when you showed up with some take out in hand, mashiho was caught completely off guard.

“baby?” he asked as he walked over to you, “i thought you had to study for a quiz?”

“i did- i do, but i wanted to see you first.. i figured you might be hungry. plus, you’re more important than a stupid quiz anyway.” you blushed lightly as mashiho planted a kiss on your forehead.

“well, then who am i to say no to you, angel. let’s eat!”

jaehyuk

you had always been close with the treasure members since the beginning. jaehyuk made sure of this, wanting all of the important people in his life to get along well. today, you were more thankful for this than ever. asahi had texted you saying that jaehyuk was being down on himself at practice and needed cheering up. after discussing it further, you rushed over to the building where your boyfriend was. you felt like you couldn’t walk fast enough as you made your way into the practice room. due to the force you used on the door, everyone turned to look at you.

“y/n, what are you doing-” you cut your boyfriend off as you pulled him into a hug.

he knew what this was about, not asking any more questions. he hugged you back, thankful to see you despite his initial reaction. when you pulled away, jaehyuk pulled you over to the side so that you didn’t interrupt the other boys.

“i’m sorry for just barging in.. asahi told me you were having a hard time, and i-” you started to ramble, but your boyfriend stopped you.

“i’m happy to see you, you know.. i needed to see you right about now. thank you for coming..”

“of course. i’m always here if you need me.”

asahi

lately you had been seeing asahi less and less. sure, you facetimed often, but it was nowhere near the same as seeing each other in person. you missed your boyfriend, but you also understood that you were both adults with things to do. still, you wanted to see him so bad. the thoughts of seeing him clouded your judgement and soon you were walking into the practice room unannounced. all twelve members looked at you in a slight panic, relieved to see it was just you who had walked in. asahi looked at hyunsuk for approval before walking over and hugging you tightly. neither one of you said anything as you both weren’t good with your words. you didn’t need to say anything. you both knew that this was something that you needed.

yedam

you and yedam were lucky enough to be classmates, so you saw each other often. however, on this particular day, yedam hadn’t shown up for school. you thought that maybe he was just sick and sleeping the day away, which is why he didn’t text you about missing school, but something was telling you that wasn’t the case. after exchanging a few texts with doyoung, you now knew that your boyfriend was not sick, but had been practicing all day instead. you took this as your cue to go and try to convince him to take a break. and that’s what you did. you arrived at the yg building after your classes and found yedam still dancing away in the practice room. since he was the only one in the room, you didn’t hesitate to walk in.

“hey..” you spoke, and yedam jumped, having not seen you walk in.

after turning off the music, your boyfriend looked at you, “baby? what are you doing here.. it’s late. you should go home and rest.”

“you need to rest too, yedam.” you started, “i came here partially because i wanted to see you, but also to tell you that you’ve done a great job today and deserve a break.”

after taking in your words, yedam nodded, “you’re right.. i just really want to nail this choreography.. but hearing you say this.. it means a lot- and i’m gonna listen to you. thank you for coming tonight..”

“i’ll always be here,” you kissed his cheek, despite him being sweaty, “now come on. let’s lay on the floor and you can play me some of the demos you’ve been working on.”

doyoung

you had been out with your friends when you realized you were close to the yg building. your friends convinced you to go say hi to doyoung, your boyfriend, but you didn’t know if you wanted to intrude on him like that. eventually though, you found yourself in front of the newly redone building. you told your friends you would catch up and sent them to continue shopping before making your way into the building. it was hard to navigate, but when you heard the loud music blaring down the hall, you knew that you were nearing your destination.

when you walked into the room, you found doyoung in the room with four other members. when you and doyoung made eye contact, he blushed. having been the youngest member in the room, he did not expect for his girlfriend to come unannounced. doyoung acted fast though, walking over to greet you with a kiss on the cheek.

“babe, you didn’t tell me you were coming.. what a pleasant surprise.. what brings you here?” he asked, a shy smile still on his face.

“i was in the area with my friends and they convinced me to come see you..” you admitted, “i didn’t want to bother you, but they insisted.. plus, i kind of, well, really wanted to see you.”

“well, i’m glad they convinced you, because i really wanted to see you too.”

haruto

if you’re being honest, it kind of just happened. while watching a romcom alone, you started to realize how much you missed haruto in that particular moment. you hadn’t given it much thought before jumping up and getting ready to leave the house. once at the yg building, the place where you and haruto had first met, you navigated the halls with ease, walking into the practice room where your boyfriend was not three minutes later. haruto was shocked to see you, but greeted you with a hug despite it all.

“what are you doing here, y/n? not that i’m not happy to see you, but-” he cut himself off before he dug himself into a hole.

with a laugh, you shrugged, “i just missed you today is all.. i didn’t think about it much, i kind of just.. came here.”

“god, you’re so cute..” he chuckled, “do you wanna see the new choreo we’re working on? it’s so cool, i think you’ll like it..”

he sounded so excited, which made you excited as well, “of course i want to see it! what are you waiting for?”

and with that, the music started playing once again.

jeongwoo

you didn’t plan to show up at the yg building, but jeongwoo missed class and you needed to bring him his work. had he answered your texts, you would have known he wasn’t home, but after a trip to the dorms with no answer, you were left with one other option. that’s what brought you here, watching your boyfriend practice through the window on the practice room door. sure, you should have assumed that he was busy, but you hadn’t been thinking straight until now. since you had already gone all the way there, you just walked into the practice room.

jeongwoo noticed you right away, calling out to you, “y/n! hi!” he said before jogging over to you, “what are you- is that schoolwork?”

“yes, it is.. they asked me to bring it to you, but i didn’t know where you were, so.. surprise?” you held the folder out to jeongwoo who took it and flipped through the pages.

“man, this sucks.. but hey, look at the bright side.. i got to see you.” he smirked a little but, prompting you to giggle.

“you’re so lame.. oh, yeah, and that’s all due tomorrow, by the way.”

“oh man.”

junghwan

this was all hyunsuk’s idea. junghwan, being the maknae of treasure, had been shy to introduce you to his members in fear of teasing. hyunsuk had taken it into his own hands, asking if you could stop by the dance studio during one of treasure’s dance practices, and you were more than happy to do so. however, as you were walking to the practice room, you started feeling nervous. you didn’t let this stop you though, as you’d take any chance to see your boyfriend. with this in mind, you walked into the practice room. when junghwan saw you, it looked as though his eyes would pop out of his head. he took quick strides towards you, his face begging the question of ‘why are you here?’

“hyunsuk invited me, if you’re wondering why i’m here.” you spoke, turning to look at all of the treasure members, “are you gonna introduce me?”

junghwan, clearly flustered, began to speak, “um.. this is my partner, y/n.. i’ve been meaning to introduce them to you guys for a while, but.. yeah.”

“nice to meet you all,” you looked up at your boyfriend, “this is more awkward than i thought it would be.”

“yeah, me too.” junghwan agreed, causing the other eleven boys to laugh.

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haruheart · 3 years

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Maliko + Treasure

Full Name: Nishimura Mizuki

Stage name: Maliko or Mali

Nicknames: Mali, Mimi, Zu

Birthday: 22nd August 2001

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Position: Main Vocal, Main Dancer, Sub Rapper

Height: 165.7cm (5’5ish)

Training Period: 2017-2020

Face Claim: Cherry Bullet’s Remi

Early life

Mizuki was born in Okayama, Japan. Growing up her parents owned a dance studio where her and her little brother would begin to start the love for dancing, Mizuki is a trained ballet dancer but her favourite style is currently hip-hop dancing. She took up many other hobbies including art, swimming, playing guitar and singing but her favourite was gymnastics being able to use her body and flip around was so cool to her. Singing almost came natural to her as her mother and grandmother both sang so naturally she carried on the talent by beginning singing lessons at age 8.

Pre-Debut

Before joining YG entertainment Japan she went on a survival show where she placed 7th but unfortunately the group did not end up making their debut as of conflicts within the company, this is where a staff member saw her talents and emailed her to come to an audition thinking it was fake Mizuki didn’t reply for 3 months before coming to YG with a schoolmate where they remembered her survival show audition tape and asked her to audition for them. In late 2017 is when she began to train with the rest of the YG female trainees but around mid 2019 a video of Mizuki performing Cherry Bomb by NCT 127 went around the company showing her particular style of dance and groove after a few months of questioning and many dance assessments they allowed Mizuki to join the male trainees before the cuts of many of her fellow trainees and friends.

YG’s Treasure Box

Getting ready to say goodbye to her friends was harder than she thought, they were all going to Korea to compete in a survival show, she would miss them all and training was going to be so lonely without them. When the boys came home some were sad others were happy, she felt weird and realised soon on that not all of them were here and some still in Korea where they would hopefully make their debut, she was proud of them but couldn’t help the feeling of sadness of not being able to debut yet.

Treasure

When the thought of her debuting with a boy group came around she didn’t realise why she was shocked she had been with YG’s male trainees for a least two years now or what felt like, the company had sent her and a few other trainees to korea to begin training for an actual group. It was scary for her she hardly knew korean and after watching the show she knew each of them and their abilities. Mizuki kept to herself most of the time she was generally a quiet person but it was much harder with the language barrier now many of the boys had actually recognised it and had asked the Japanese members why she was so scared or never talked but the boys knew how hard it would be to have her open up so they asked them to do it lightly. It was a scary experience for her but after overcoming her fear her and the twelve boys were as close as ever.

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pxrkjihxxn · 4 years

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under my skin - part one

summary: "you know," you say, aware of how close your faces suddenly were, feeling your heart speed up again. "i can't keep patching you up forever. you're gonna have to learn to use your words properly soon."

"yeah, i know," he says softly, getting even closer to you than you thought was possible. your lips were mere centimeters apart as he smiled at you, a soft stretch of the lips you've only seen directed towards the likes of doyoung or yedam, but never at you. "thankfully, until i do, i have you to nurse me back to health, right?"

you know he's teasing, he always is, but you can't help but wonder if his question holds another meaning. "yeah, i guess you do."

tags: park jihoon x reader, gang!au, nurse!reader, brother!junkyu

warnings: mentions of violence, recreational drug and alcohol use, swearing, unedited

parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

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you physically can't stand park jihoon. it's kind of a problem.

there's just something about him that you cannot place and it irks the ever-loving fuck out of you. usually, you can read people like books, but park jihoon was one of the only people you just couldn't figure out. it didn't help that he and your brother, junkyu, were involved in shady business, which resulted in your brother and his friends occupying your shared apartment for days at a time.

born to not-so-responsible parents that tried (read: didn't) to raise you in a not-so-friendly neighbourhood, you and your brother had basically raised yourselves. you knew not to ask about what exactly he did and exactly how legal it was, you trusted him enough to not get involved in business that would get you both in serious shit, especially since what he did was helping you get through nursing school. „at least one of us should try to be normal, and it certainly isn't going to be me,“ he'd always say when asked what he actually wanted to do in life. you knew he had a passion for music – you'd hear him mumble melodies under his breath, write lyrics down on the back of envelopes of overdue bills as he'd talk to hyunsuk, the so-called leader of whatever he was involved in, on the phone. you hated the fact that he thought he could never actually pursue it, that he didn't deem himself worthy enough.

you would do anything for your brother – he's sacrificed so much on a daily basis so you could do what you loved, and if you could repay him in any way, shape, or form, you would.

hence why when kim doyoung, a kid you knew was way too young and way too bright to be involved with your brother, calls from your brother's phone and begs you to come to hyunsuk's apartment, you quickly grab your supplies, throw on a jacket and storm out of your apartment.

sprinting through the streets of your neighbourhood, your mind is running wild – from the sound of doyoung's voice, you didn't know what exactly to expect when you'd get there. so when you arrive to hyunsuk's apartment and see hyunsuk sitting in his living room on his phone, doyoung sitting on the floor next to him sorting out some papers and your brother rolling a joint by the kitchen counter, you aren't exactly the happiest person alive.

„oh, y/n noona, you're already here!“ doyoung exclaims as you walk through the door, panting from exhaustion.

„what. the fuck. is going on?“ you ask through pants, kicking off your shoes and jacket and walking into the kitchen to get yourself some water. „why the fuck are you all so calm, the way doyoung sounded over the phone i thought someone died! are all of you okay?“

„well, we are, but uhm,“ junkyu starts as he rolled up the blunt, placing it in his mouth and lighting it up. he takes a long drag as you down a tall glass of water, exhaling thick smoke when you went to pour yourself another one. „thing is, sis… jihoon-“

„oh, fuck no, what did that asshole do now?“ you interrupt, already knowing you have been tricked. everyone in your friend group (meaning: your brother, hyunsuk, doyoung, their logistics man yedam and asahi, a japanese kid they took in a couple months ago after he almost knocked jihoon's front teeth out for selling him shit weed. you liked him immediately.) knew about your blatant distaste for jihoon, so when it came to helping him in any way, shape or form, they knew they had to be sneaky.

they also know you have a soft spot for doyoung. damn that kid and his puppy eyes.

„a meeting with a client didn't go as planned, you know how he gets,“ hyunsuk explains, walking over to junkyu and grabbing his wrist to take a drag of the joint himself, keeping it in his mouth for a while before exhaling it through his nose. „he's in my bedroom, it's not the worst he's had but it needs cleaning.“

„why didn't you get yedam to do it?“ you ask, walking over to the cabinet by the fridge. you open it and stand on your tiptoes to grab the bottle of whiskey on the top shelf. you could hear hyunsuk laugh as you quickly roll the cap off, taking a swig straight from the bottle to prepare yourself.

„he's got class and won't be back for at least two hours, plus you know you're always my first choice,“ hyunsuk coos as he takes the joint from junkyu, walking over to you and taking the whiskey away from you. he's always found your and jihoon's relationship – if you could even call it that – hilarious and, in his words, „adorable“. no matter how much you tried to convince him this wasn't a case of „i like him, therefore i hate him“, but that you genuinely couldn't stand to be in the same room with the man, he claims he sees right through your bullshit. which is exactly why when he offers you the joint in his hand, you immediately accept, knowing he wouldn't offer it to you if you didn't need it.

„way to turn my sister into an addict, hyung,“ junkyu jokingly whines as you take a long drag, laughing when you flip him off through a cloud of smoke. you take a couple more before giving it back to hyunsuk, who places a soft kiss on your forehead in his usual motherly fashion before sending you on your way.

„use protection!“ he yells as you pick your supplies from your backpack, heading to his bedroom.

„fuck off, choi!“ you yell back as you knock on the door to hyunsuk's bedroom. „i truly hope you're decent,“ you yell to jihoon through the door. inside, you can hear the bed creak, footsteps approaching you as you step back from the door. they open to reveal a scruffy-looking park jihoon, a lazy smile on his lips you knew very well and despised.

„well hellooo nurse,“ he drawls, visibly on some kind of painkillers or other numbing substance, smirk still very much adoring his face. you pay no attention to his comment, the animaniacs reference, albeit surprising, immediately lost when you take in the state of the man in front of you.

„you look like shit. bathroom, now,“ you deadpan, pushing past him and heading to hyunsuk's en-suite bathroom. you hear him lightly tread behind you as you enter the bathroom, dumping your stuff on top of the washing machine and setting everything up. „sit,“ you instruct when you feel his presence behind you, jihoon sitting down on the toilet in front of you.

„you're no fun today,“ he pouts, settling on the seat with his hands in his lap.

„yeah, well, patching your ass up isn't exactly how i wanted my afternoon to go, so,“ you say as you place a finger under his chin, moving his face to the side. his bottom lip and left eyebrow are both split open, a bruise already blooming on the cheekbone below it and, if you can see correctly, there's both finger marks and small cuts on his neck, both suggesting things that, no matter how much the guy had annoyed you, you wouldn't wish upon anyone.

he senses the change in your demeanor, letting out a low chuckle as you get the antiseptic out and open a new package of cotton balls. „i'm fine, if that's what you're worried about.“

„i'm not worried,“ you immediately snap back, shooting him a sharp look. you stare at each other for a moment, your mind a bit hazy from the weed that's starting to kick in, and for the first time in your life, maybe you do feel a bit bad for the guy. „this is gonna sting.“

„not the first time you're patching me up, darling, i'm used to this.“ you roll your eyes at the nickname as you apply the antiseptic to a cotton ball and press it against his eyebrow. he hisses and moves his head away, so you grab his chin again to keep him from squirming as you clean the cut. „you know, i think i much prefer you choking me than those assholes that did it to me this morning,“ he jokes, chuckling as you send a glare his way. „relax, y/n, i was just kidding.“

„yeah, well, i don't consider you dying that funny,“ you blurt out, not realizing what you just said until you notice his smug smile. „fuck you, i didn't mean it like that. doyoung would miss you and i hate seeing that kid sad. i'd bring you back to life just to kill you again myself and you know it,“ you retort curtly as you finish cleaning his eyebrow, moving to grab the thread and needle from the washing machine.

„your hands are shaking,“ jihoon notices as you try to thread the needle for the fifth time and failing. just thread the god damn thing, you fucking idiot, you scold yourself as you try to fit the thread through the whole a sixth time, thoughts of what had happened to jihoon that morning still running through your mind mixing with the effects of the weed proving to not help at all.

what if he'd actually gotten killed? what if he died thinking you fucking hated him?

„shut the fuck up,“ you bite back, a bit too late for it to be directed at jihoon, but you don't actually know if it's directed at him or the voice inside your head telling you you'd miss him if he were gone. it's unsettling, what you're currently feeling, the thought you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if something serious actually happened to him and the last thing you'd said to him was to fuck off.

it hits you like a truck – a genuine care for his well being and you don't know if it's the drugs, the alcohol, or you just going fucking insane, but as you look at the man below you, bottom lip split open and a confused look on his dumb face, you think that maybe for once, you should let him off easy.

„let me do it.“ you hear his voice as you're deep in your thoughts and suddenly your hands feel warm as he carefully takes the needle and thread from your hands, pushing the thread through the hole in one try.

„should i be worried? am i going to lose an eyebrow? you know scars don't fit my image,“ he tries to joke as you take the needle from his hands worldlessly, but when you don't laugh, he places a careful hand on your forearm. „kim, you okay?“

you finally snap out of it and look down. you chuckle as you notice the look of genuine concern on his face, nudging his knee with yours so he'd spread his legs. you step in between them, suddenly very aware of how close you two are before shaking the warmth in your stomach away and beginning to work on his eyebrow.

„worry about yourself, park, last time i checked i'm not the one that almost got killed today,“ you try to tease back, voice still a bit shaky. you feel his knees brush against your legs and you fight the warmth ghosting around the area his body has touched to finish up the stitches above his eye. you look down to see him already looking at you, a concerned look on his face. "stop staring at me."

"i'm not, you just look like you're going to faint any second," he says with a chuckle, his smile falling at the serious look on your face. "what are you thinking about?"

you sigh, putting antiseptic on another cotton ball, cupping his face to start disinfecting his bottom lip. "it's just… it could have been anyone - stop fucking moving," you say when he hisses when the alcohol hits his lip, tightening the grip on his face. "i don't know, patching you guys up over the years has pretty much numbed me at this point, but i just realized for the first time that at one point one of you could return to me in a casket," you trail off, not realizing that you are starting to shake. jihoon notices your state and places his hands on his knees, close to your legs, not knowing whether his touch would comfort you or not.

"y/n… are you worried about me?" jihoon tries to lighten the mood again, reaching up with one hand to grip your forearm in comfort. it helps, it does, grounds you a bit as you think about what unspeakable shit you're going to do to hyunsuk and your brother for letting you have weed before facing him. it seemed like a good idea around twenty minutes ago, but now all you can feel warmth from where jihoon is touching you and as much as you'd usually want it to stop, all you want now is more.

"shut the fuck up," you almost growl, slapping him on the shoulder. he laughs when your hand stays there, and you muster up the courage to put your other hand on the adjacent shoulder, as if to help you keep yourself standing. jihoon leans his head forward to rest it on your stomach, and you feel him release a deep breath, like he's waited the entire day to do so. "what happened?" you ask in a whisper, this new closeness, a feeling almost akin to intimacy, finally consuming you completely.

never in your life, hell, even this morning, could you imagine yourself in this situation. the two of you, you and park jihoon of all people, enclosed in something highly resembling a hug, comforting each other, clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it. yet here you were, fingers finding their way into his dark hair, the strands matted together from what you can only hope is just sweat.

"we, uhm, have been late with payments to one of our suppliers," jihoon starts, voice the smallest you've ever heard it in the five years you've known the man. "hyunsukie hyung was supposed to come with me, but i told him to stay home, that's it's not that big of a deal, that i could handle it." he chuckles, turning his head to rest his cheek under your chest. he can probably hear your heart beating out of your chest, and you wonder when the teasing will start, but it never comes. instead, he continues. "i completely misjudged the situation. i thought they'd try to intimidate me a bit, tell me we have another two days to find the money somehow, whack me once or twice and call it a day. it's happened before," he explains, chuckling when you start playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck, touches getting a bit more daring. his arms then slide around your waist, palms spreading across the small of your back and he squeezes slightly, as if to tell you that, really, he's fine.

"i didn't expect them to hold a knife to my throat as soon i walked in. rumours have been going around about their boss going off the rails, meaning they'll be easier to deal with, unorganized, usually you can use to your advantage. instead, i got my ass handed to me, as least as much as they could, their muscle men were always on the weaker side, and they told me i have a week to give back what we owe them or they'll do more damage next time. not my fault their shit has gotten worse over the past couple months and they expect it to sell as well as it did. if anything, i'm glad i got hyunsuk hyung to stay home, he'd lose his shit if i told him what actually happened," he concludes, moving away slightly to look up at you, hands still tight around your waist.

"he doesn't know?" jihoon shakes his head. "why the fuck not?"

"he's got enough on his plate, this is just going to stress him out more. if i send yedam to sell a part of their shit this weekend with junkyu and i, we'll have enough to pay them next week and it will be fine. this is just them overcompensating. they know their rep isn't what is used to be and they're trying to intimidate us into staying with them when hyunsuk hyung and i have meeting with another supplier next week already. he's already nervous about that, he doesn't to know exactly what happened," jihoon explains, lips stretching up into the first genuine smile you've seen all day, the cut on his lips leaking slightly due to the pressure.

"you're not going to that meeting, park jihoon," you say sternly, remembering what you came here to do in the first place and moving slightly to finish cleaning his lip up.

"why not? are you worried about me, y/n? scared i'm gonna get hurt again?" he teases and you're finally snapped back to reality. you scowl and you press a bit too hard on his lip, causing him to whine.

"i don't give a fuck, park. i just don't wanna have to patch your idiot ass up again when you say something stupid," you retort, voice flat as you finish up on his face.

"and yet here we are, this doesn't look like "i don't give a fuck" to me, kim," jihoon fires back, eyes pointing to the position you two were currently in - you, standing between his legs with his arms around your waist, eerily resembling a couple.

you ignore his comment, but don't move away for some reason you can't even explain to yourself, throwing the used cotton balls in the trash next to the toilet. "your ribs hurt? bruises anywhere?"

"some on my torso and thighs, but nothing hurts too much. nothing broken, i'd definitely know by now," he says calmly, knowing by your tone not too push your buttons to much anymore. he knew you were already letting him in way more than either of you ever thought you would, and as much as he was known for going too far, he'd been through enough today to push you further.

you pack up the rest of your things in silence, his arms falling down from your waist to the back of your knees to let you move around more freely, but still keeping you close. "take a shower to relax your muscles, but please try to not get the stitches wet, maybe wash your hair separately or-"

"i know, i know, this isn't the first time i've had stitches, you'd know," he says cheekily and you give him an awkward smile, not knowing where to go from here. he notices, letting your knees go and standing up, finding himself in your personal space again.

"you know," you say, aware of how close your faces suddenly were, feeling your heart speed up again. "i can't keep patching you up forever. you're gonna have to learn to use your words properly soon."

you know he's teasing, he always is, but you can't help but wonder if his question holds another meaning. "yeah, i guess you do."

he looks down, and your heart physically can't beat faster as he stares at your lips for a couple of seconds before he flashes you another smile and starts walking out of the bathroom, leaving you alone and very, very confused.

***

a/n: let me know what you think! should i continue this as a fic or do you think this is enough to stand on its own? all feedback is much appreciated!

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I’ll Look After You. (kjk)

Kim Junkyu : I’ll Look After You

description : junkyu becomes worried for you when he witnesses one of your dad’s angry outbursts and offers you a place to stay for a while at his - soon you both recognise and give in to your fast developing feelings for each other and things quickly become...hot.

typ : smut / bit of fluff

pairing : softdom!junkyu x female!reader

rated : NSFW

warnings : praise!kink , slight size!kink , unprotected sex , smut smut smut smut

word count : 3.5k

"Y/N, would you get the door? I'm busy," your father's abrupt yell brought your fingers straight to your headphones, tearing them off with a sigh. You rose to your feet and with a rushed stumble padded down the stairs towards your front door. Upon a second knock, you twisted the key to tug the heavy plastic open - revealing a tall young man stood patiently before you.

"Junkyu?" you blinked, slight surprise in your tone.

He laughed, rubbing his neck with a shy grin.

"Sorry to be annoying, but I left my phone here earlier."

"Oh? Come on in, I'll see if I can find it," you offered him a polite smile as you stepped to the side, allowing him through, "wait here, do you remember where you left it?"

"The living room," Junkyu pushed his hands into his pockets, his eyes flickering down to hover momentarily over your material shorts. Mouth dry, he swallowed, watching you move away with a nod, leaving him to stand alone in the small hallway. For a few minutes he gazed around at the picture cladded walls, dragging his gaze over your smiling face from a baby up until now. His lips twitched, one particular picture of your friends huddled together catching his attention. He could practically hear the screaming laughter, remembering how you'd pushed each other into the pool, how you'd warmed up around a fire pit, how you'd all cuddled together long into the night. It was the first and only time you two had been so intimate, just the two of you, sharing a blanket and dozing beside each other while your friends spoke softly between themselves. Out of the group, you'd never been that close - there were so many of you, after all.

His thoughts were interrupted by the angry yell of an older man's voice, forcing Junkyu's body to jump in shock. Head shooting up, he stared at the slightly ajar living room door, flinching with every frustrated grunt of what could only be your father. You emerged a few moments later looking drained and weary, but holding out Junkyu's phone in your hand.

"Sorry about that," you said quietly.

Brow furrowing, Junkyu shook his head.

"It's fine---"

"I'm so fucking sick of this," again, your father's shout made Junkyu's limbs tense, and his teeth sank anxiously into his lower lip.

"What's happened? Is it because I'm here?" Junkyu asked, carefully.

"No, no," you sighed, "he's just like that. Nothing new."

You spoke quietly, as if desperately trying not to be heard, and it left Junkyu with a worried, messy feeling.

"It doesn't bother you?" he murmured.

Glancing up, you met his eyes, hovering over his soft gaze for a few seconds before forcing a small smile.

"You get used to it," you paused, "I'll see you tomorrow? At Mia's?"

Junkyu's head inclined slightly, his response dithering as his mind twisted with nerves. He didn't like the idea of you being on your own like this.

"Will you be okay?" his voice was low, "he doesn't...hurt you...does me?"

"Junkyu, please, it's nothing," you insisted, weakly.

"It doesn't seem like nothing," he spoke sharply, "tell me, y/n, he doesn't does he?"

Taking a deep breath, you allowed yourself to internalise his concerned features, his taller figure standing protectively close. You didn't realise he cared so much.

"Not any more," you said softly.

Junkyu's muscles twitched, his fingers tapping impatiently against his thighs.

"Where's your mum?"

"Away with my brother."

"I'm not letting you stay here alone, y/n."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing---"

"If he hurts you, and I didn't do anything to stop it, I couldn't live with myself. Look, I'll call Mia---"

You suddenly snatched up his wrist, holding it close to prevent him from reaching towards his back pocket.

"No," you said quickly, "she'll tell her parents and make it into something it's not - this just happens every now and then, he gets frustrated, he's coming down from a high..." breaking off, you avoided his eyes.

"Drugs?" he choked, "you can't seriously think I'm letting you stay here."

"Letting me?" your eyebrow cocked, "you're not letting me do anything, I don't belong to you."

You attempted to release his wrist, but instead his fingers curled through yours, holding onto them tightly.

"If you won't tell Mia, or the others, then stay at mine. Even if it's just for a few nights until he calms down, it's better than you having to deal with this atmosphere."

Your cheeks went warm, heart stammering in shocked response to his kindness. The way he gazed at you so intently made your stomach twist with butterflies, completely overwhelmed by his insistence to keep you safe.

"Junkyu..."

"Please," tone softening, he squeezed your hand, "if not for yourself, then for me - to put my mind at ease."

Chewing your lip, you could feel yourself drawing closer to him, suddenly wanting nothing else but his arms around you. You didn't think before you were slowly nodding your head, fingertips sinking into the back of his hand. He was right - it would be better than living in that atmosphere. Used to it or not, it was getting to you more and more every day.

"Let me just go get some things," you whispered.

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Junkyu threw his set of keys into a pot positioned to the right of his front door, nodding towards the living room and then gesturing to the house.

"It's just me and you for a while," he said, "my parents are in America."

Looking around, you took in the attractive decor, getting used to the new surroundings. After 2 years of knowing each other, you'd never once been to his home.

"It's nice," you breathed, "it's got this feel about it, kind of..."

"Calming?" Junkyu finished for you.

Your eyes met, his grin sending shivers down your spine.

"Calming," you repeated with a murmur, "like you."

He laughed, approaching the living room and falling down into the heavily pillowed sofa. Following suit, you lowered down beside him, bowing your head in sudden silence.

"Thank you," you said quietly, "it's nice to be out of there."

Junkyu gazed at you, before scooching close to lightly nudge your arm. Even sat down, his figure was taller than yours, and it allowed for you to feel comforted in his presence.

"Why didn't you tell any of us?" he asked, gently, "we care about you."

With a quiet, sad laugh, your head turned towards him.

"What am I supposed to say? The stress I struggle with every day is worsened by my dad's rollercoaster emotions? He smokes weed so often his paranoia sends him into fits of anger, screaming accusations fueled by absolutely insane thought patterns? I'm constantly on edge, unsure how he'll behave today - the outbursts make me feel anxious, and they make me depressed but there's nothing I can do to..." you broke off, your voice gradually increasing in pitch until it finally cracked with a breathless gasp.

As soon as the tears filled your eyes, your throat closing far enough to make your words strained and quiet, Junkyu wrapped an arm around your shaking shoulders. He tugged you close, guiding your head against your chest before meeting his hands behind your back. Murmuring gentle soothings down your ear, he rose one hand to begin running his fingers comfortingly through your hair. For a few moments they remained in that embrace, your tears soaking his t-shirt, your grasp tight around the white material, before Junkyu began to slowly lower both of you down against the sofa. He tugged his legs up, resting your body between them so he could wind his arms further around your waist. While your cheek pressed into the crook of his neck, he ran his fingers in delicate circles along the small of your back, and within moments your breath was steadying and limbs were relaxing into him.

"Stay here for a bit," Junkyu breathed, "it's okay."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "for this. It's so embarrassing I---"

"Don't be stupid," he nuzzled his cheek into your soft hair, "we're friends, aren't we?"

Slowly, you head tilted up, gazing up into his dark eyes.

"We've never been that close," you murmured, aware of his firm hands resting against your lower back, confused by the butterflies it was sending through your body.

With a gentle smile, Junkyu reached up to brush the remininsce of tears from your cheeks. He bowed his head slightly, your lips hovering close - and he swallowed.

"We can be close now," he purred, the sensation of your warm breath tickling his skin and keeping his body tensed. For a few moments you held each other's gaze, only centimetres away from deepening the intimate moment. A flustered rush overcame his body, and Junkyu swallowed, "do you want to do something? To take your mind off it?"

Your palms against his chest, you nodded, allowing both yourself and him to rise. As he slipped from the sofa, you felt a wave of emptiness rush through your veins.

"You like dancing, right? I know you and Doyoung spend a lot of time together," Junkyu spoke, turning on the TV screen, "want to play Just Dance? I bet I'll beat you."

You laughed, drawing a rose brow from the other boy.

"What?" he faked indignance, "you don't believe me?"

"Whatever you say," you smiled, eyes suddenly sparkling, "but I have a little brother who's obsessed with this game, I'm telling you right now I've had more practice than you."

Throwing a remote to you, Junkyu motioned for you to step out onto the floor.

"It's cute how confident you are," he drawled, "but I'm better than you."

His cockiness was sending waves of weakness through your body, and you could feel your heart stammering each time your eyes met.

"Game on."

For the next 20 minutes your laughter echoed loud throughout the house, squeals and shouts merging with teasing remarks. Your breath was heavy and sweat dripped from your foreheads, snatching at each other's arms to tug them to match the positions of the on-screen dancers.

"I need a drink," you panted, pushing hair from your face. With a grin, Junkyu nodded, breathlessly leading you into his kitchen. He filled up two glasses of water, passing one into your smaller hand and gulping down his own drink.

"I'm winning," you teased, laughing, "I told you."

"We've still got round 2 yet," Junkyu winked, "don't get too cocky."

You reached out, plucking at his shirt lightly.

"Let's get back to it, then."

As if entranced by you, Junkyu's head lowered, allowing you to guide him slowly back to the living room. The song that flooded the room next was a warm up, slow-paced and sensual, allowing Junkyu's eyes to study your careful body. Copying the moves, your hands clasped, pulling close to press your chests together. For a few seconds you remained still, heart pumping, your gaze on his lips, his eyes on your neck - before coming to the embarrassed realisation that the song had finished. The next dances were a lot faster, drawing more laughter and playful giggles from your throats. It wasn't long before you both collapsed weakly down onto the sofa, again panting breathlessly. You'd fallen close to each other, pressed together as you caught your breath before turning your heads with a smile. Breath heavy on the other's face, your noses were so close to touching.

"Okay, I admit," Junkyu murmured, "you're better than me."

You gazed up at him through long lashes, releasing a tired giggle at your success.

"I told you."

Within seconds, Junkyu's expression had grown serious, stopping your fast beating heart in an instant. You could feel his fingers twitch against yours, his eyes flickering to your lips.

"I know one thing I can do better than you," he whispered.

And suddenly his hand was shooting up, taking your jawline in his palm with a thumb pressed to your cheek and fingers curling around the back of your neck. In one smooth movement he pressed his lips to yours, lids fluttering shut to taste the delicate cherry dawning your tongue. Without hesitation you pushed into the kiss with just as much passion, your tongue slipping between his lips as your fingers curled around his arm. As the seconds passed, both yours and his hands began to wander, Junkyu pushing you back to the leather so his firm palms could guide your thighs against his waist. Your body was growing hot, his tall, broad figure dominating you so easily you gave in to him without resistance. Slowly, his lips dropped to press open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of your neck, every now and then sinking his teeth in deep to leave dark marks in his place. A soft whimper fluttered from your mouth, fingers entwining through his hair as you felt a hot pool begin to grow at you core.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbled, his mouth reaching the low hem of your t-shirt. As his hands strayed to the thin material, he glanced up, asking silent permission to take it off. Upon your nod, your desperate "y-yes", he slowly tugged the t-shirt over your head, throwing it to the floor. With surprising ease he unclipped your bra next, allowing it to join your top before attaching his lips once again to your skin. His tongue swirled in a light circle against your breast, teeth leaving another dark purple mark. Head rolling back, you watched through hooded eyes as one hand squeezed your left breast, while his mouth remained concentrated on the right. Once he finally sat up, his tongue sliding across his lip as he gazed down at you lay helpless beneath him, he smiled - a small, slight smile that erupted your chest in excited butterflies. Chest heaving, you watched him pull of his shirt, dropping it to the floor before lowering himself to mould his lips once more against yours. While you kissed, his large hands strayed to your shorts, fingers curling beneath the hem to guide them slowly down your legs. You kicked them off, carefully, before your back arched with a high moan in response to his middle finger dragging lightly against your soaked panties.

"You're already so wet," he murmured in your ear, "for me?"

Your nod made his eyes roll up in pleasure, beginning to tease your clit through the lace in a desperate attempt to drawn more moans from your lips. Becoming slightly impatient, he dragged your panties past your hips to your ankles - again urging you to kick them to the floor. You obliged immediately, desperate for him to go further. Reaching up to cup his cheeks in your palms, you willed him to go on - just as you felt him unzip his jeans, fumbling with the denim. Lips pressing together, he reached down to guide his tip to your entrance. Slowly, steadily, he pushed a few inches in, stilling for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size. You hummed against his mouth, a soft gasp creating smooth vibrations, not expecting him to be that hard or that thick. Pushing all the way in, causing you to catch your breath as you felt his cock seem to press against your guts, Junkyu stilled once again. As you pressed your lips harder against his, your palms against the back of his neck, he drove his hips into you with one slow, hard movement. He continued with that pace, enjoying the taste of your tongue against his, his hips offering you deep, steady thrusts. Your bodies pushed and pulled against the leather, already so sensitive your lips were growing weaker and messier against each other.

"You're doing so well," Junkyu praised, softly.

His words made your body shiver with pleasure, nodding with a light whimper to your praise. Recognising your enjoyment to his words, he continued with low, gentle phrases of praise, "you're such a good girl", "you're taking it so well", "you're doing great, princess", "so pretty, seeing you so weak for me", "I'm so proud of you, angel".

Soon, his words, mixed with his deep thrusts, were making your core knot up completely. You were becoming desperate, your breath catching, and your nails sinking into his hair until he could feel you tighten around his cock.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he mumbled against your lips, "let me hear you say it, baby."

"I-I'm going to cum," you whimpered.

"Say my name," his dark eyes met yours, "say my name while I make you cum."

His soft demands were making you come undone, finding yourself putty in his hands. Your moans were loud, unable to stop your eyes from closing in ecstasy.

"Look at me," he breathed.

You obliged, and almost immediately your limbs tensed against him, your body shaking as you came undone - a rush of pleasure shooting through your veins. Collapsing back, breathless, you gazed into his satisfied smirk, before reaching up to begin weakly peppering light kisses against his jaw, trailing to his neck, to his ear. Your soft touch against his skin erupted him in goosebumps, swallowing as you began to push at his chest. He rose, back pressing against the sofa, and you rose one leg over his - straddling him delicately. His calm eyes watched as you reached down, sliding your fingers along his hard shaft before beginning to lower yourself - slowly - onto it. Lips twitching, he rested his hands firmly against your waist, guiding you as your teeth sank into your lip with a light gasp.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Allowing his head to roll back, Junkyu's throat released low grunts as you began to slide up and down his cock carefully. You were still so wet, the warmth almost seemed to make him bigger inside of you.

"Slowly," he urged, "take it easy, I don't want you to be sore...not just yet."

His words made you whimper, your arms winding around his neck to feather kisses against his ear. Teeth sinking into his lobe, you bounced a little faster, drawing deep moans from his mouth just as he had done to you.

It wasn't long against before you could feel his cock twitch slightly inside of you, his grip on your waist tightening with every ride. His head turned, pushing his lips to yours to muffle his groans, before his limbs began to abruptly tense. Thighs flexing beneath you, fingers sinking into your skin, his teeth suddenly sank into your lip - drawing enough blood for it to drip once onto his tongue.

He grunted, one last time, before stilling your body against his chest as he felt himself collapsing undone. Breathless, you fell forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck, while his warm hands began to slide along your back. His pants were heavy against you, quietening himself by lightly kissing shoulder.

"Are you hungry?" Junkyu mumbled.

Upon your nod, he guided you from his lap and tugged his underpants up to his hips before rising from the sofa. He glanced down at you, smiling slightly at the sight of you lying contently on his sofa - lids closed, cheeks pink.

Sensing he'd left for the kitchen, you forced yourself up, plucking his t-shirt from the floor and tugging it's large frame over your body. You slipped your panties on and rose to your feet, entire body tingling from the minutes before. Quietly, you began to pad in Junkyu's direction, sneaking up on his taller figure to wind your arms around his waist while he cooked.

"Eggs?" he breathed, tapping at the pan of boiling noodles. He felt you nod against his back, laughing at your clingy embrace, "come here, sit here..."

Turning, he bent down to haul your body up onto the side next to him, pressing his lips to your cheek before addressing his concentration back on the food.

"Was it okay?" Junkyu asked, softly.

Tilting your head, you surpressed a smile.

"More than," you murmured.

"Really?" Junkyu grinned, eyes sparkling with a renewed cockiness, "how so?"

"I felt taken care of,” you admitted, blushing at the mere memory.

Glancing up, Junkyu carefully studied your features.

"I've always thought you were beautiful," he breathed, resting his palms either side of you, slightly leaning in, "especially that night after the pool."

"I think about that every now and then," you reached up to brush your fingers through his hair, "cuddled up with such a handsome guy, I was surprised you couldn't hear my heart."

"I can hear it now," Junkyu teased, pulling off to stir the pan, "you think I'm handsome?"

His voice was careful, as if he didn't quite believe you.

"Of course I do," you murmured.

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