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Cravings (1)

Pairing: Vampire! Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: Violence, Language, etc

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: This is a revised and edited version of the Cravings series with Hongjoong. I hope you enjoy!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad, calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, looking over bills again and again, running the numbers, hoping to god that you'll come up with a different number the next time. A number that doesn't make you want to rip your hair out and claw the face of your useless boyfriend.

“Hey, woman.” He yells a little louder, as your head is in your hands, squeezing your eyes shut trying to think of a payment you can skip this month because at this rate, you don't know how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything.

You worked too damn hard all day, to have barely anything to show for it.

Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. It wasn't like you weren't stressed before, but it was easier to control your finances then. But now, the price of everything has gone up and now your bills have doubled since he decided to stay. He also has not contributed anything financially towards the household, and it's not like you haven't asked him too. You spent months since he's been living with you, begging and pleading for him to help you pay for something, anything. And he always told you,

“On my next check, babe.” but that never came, and you went back to begging.

You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner.

Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He was constantly going out with his 'boys', often coming home absolutely obliterated, and expecting you fuck him as soon as he got in the door. He told you that it was your duty as his girlfriend. It was almost as though he was offended you weren't attracted to his lack of contributing, while also acting like a man child.

Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console. When he got home from work, he went straight for it, and spent his time yelling and talking to his friends, while leaving you no time to play any games that you like. Well, that is, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to get on it, but by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day when he got off early, or just called in sick to work, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so by the time you actually went to bed, you were already exhausted for the next day.

A part of you started to wonder why you were even in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, you weren't sure. But you felt like you were stuck with him, because for some reason, you thought you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, the stuff that I have to pay to keep a roof over our heads, power to play your fucking games, food in the fridge. You know, the shit you said you'd help pay for and I haven't seen a dime?”

"Yeah, that's great babe, good job.” He says, unpausing his game, glancing between you and the screen. “Can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, giving you a half smile, before calling his friend a jackass.

You swore you could feel the rage building up inside of you even more, and it was coming up quick. You could barely hold it in anymore. How uncaring could one person be?

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm, emphasizing on the word pay.

"What?" He cackles. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid the other day." You say through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists, your voice becoming increasingly louder.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game. You could hear it in his voice, he was beginning to get mad at you. At you!

"That sounds like a fucking you problem! Why is it always on me to pay for everything? It's not my problem because you're not financially stable, Chad. Grow up, you're fucking 35 for christ sakes!" You scream.

You can't even look at him right now. You turn around, stomping to the kitchen. You grab your purse and slip on your shoes before heading back into the living room. Before you're in his view you hear him talking to his friends through the headset.

"Yeah.” he chuckles. She went and got her shoes on and grabbed her purse." He continues. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad?” You say, mocking his name. “I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, you can get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going out, with my goddamn money. So you can pack your shit and get out." You spit, heading for the door so you can storm out of the house. “Fuck you.” you finish, giving him the middle finger and slamming the door behind you.

You wandered down the street, a light rain falling down from the sky. You always loved the smell of rain, and the look of it. Everything was so beautiful at night, especially in the rain. You took a random turn, wanting to get lost in the city, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes. continuing to walk, you finally found the place you were looking for, but also weren't. You didn't have a specific place in mind that you'd wanted to go to, but when you saw this one you wanted, no needed to go inside.

Pushing open the door, the lights so dim that the place is almost dark. Had it not been for the red lights hanging above the tables, or the string of red lights that wrapped around the ceiling, you wouldn't have been able to see anything. Your eyes dart around the room as you walk further in, taking in the people and the room. A soft beat vibrates through the building, the smooth melody flows through your ears. Your stomach twisted as you made your way to the bar, you felt as though all eyes were on you. It felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you preferred it instead of being around Chad's shitty mentality.

You slid onto one of the empty bar stools and set your purse in your lap, opening it up. You were digging through your purse when you heard someone clearing their throat in front of you. It startled you, you looked up to see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your entire life.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

It takes you a moment to answer. "Um, double vodka and cran please.” You say, clearing your throat. “And for the love of god, please keep them coming." You beg.

The slightest smile appears on his lips, as he makes your drink, and it disappears even quicker as he finishes it up.

"Bad day?" He asks, sliding your drink towards you. He smartly begins making you another, as you chug your first down in 2 large gulps. You slide the glass back towards him and laugh.

"More like a bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your second drink towards you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands.

“Bartenders are great listeners.” He says, as he waits for you to speak. You gaze into his eyes, they are mesmerizing, they make you feel safe and secure, and like you could tell him anything. You felt like you'd known him for longer than the few minutes you'd been there.

"What's your name?" You ask, you're unable to tear your eyes away from his.

"Baekhyun." He replies. "And yours?" He asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

"Alright Y/N, what's so bad about this relationship of yours?" He asks, sliding your third drink towards you before taking the empty cup of your second.

"My boyfriend.” You begin. “If he is even my boyfriend anymore, I may have told him to get out as I stormed out tonight.” You giggle, taking a sip of your drink. “We've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something else, and not the good something else like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it.” You sigh. “He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. He's always out with them. Oh! On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask, giving Baekhyun a smile. “I bet you can't guess.”

"His boys?" He asks.

"You sir, are correct!” You yell. “ I was ignored the entire evening.” You begin to explain. “Oh wait, except when we got there and he asked if I even did anything to my hair.” You say, trying not to laugh but you fail. “and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, for everyone! And, the kicker, I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, he just expects me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then?” Baekhyun asks you. “He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, or makes you happy, so why do you stay?" He wonders. It's not the first time you have been asked that.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him, changing the topic. “Like a full cheese smile?”

"No." He deadpans. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know. It's been like a year, and I've sort of just gone through the motions of the year.” You shrug, sipping more of your drink. You're feeling it now and you're going to get a lot more open. “I just dont think I can do any better than him."

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

“I've seen the dating pool out there, Baekhyun. Last I checked, good ol’ Chad is my best option.” You laugh.

He doesn't. He continues to stare at you until your smile fades from your face, your eyes still connected with his. You feel like you can't breathe, all this electricity is flowing through your body.

**

From the second Baekhyun had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. His mate. He intensely watched the door, his jaw clenching as he waited for you to walk through the door.

As soon as he saw you, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again. The ice cold blood that ran through his veins could have turned warm just at the sight of you.

You were beautiful, a vision.

He had always been told that when he found his mate he would know. He was never sure if it was true or if it was an old tale but having been alive for over a century, he had thought it was false, he had never felt this with any other woman he had been with or around. And now he knew why, because all his life he had been waiting for you. You were the person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for. He would fight until the death, walk to the ends of the earth for you.

And he didn't know what to do.

You had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, that maybe he wasn't meant to live for eternity alone. That was, until, you had mentioned that filthy, worthless human you called a boyfriend. How could you stay with someone who treated you like absolute garbage? Didn't you know how special you were?

Baekhyun’s body filled with rage when he heard you had thought that nobody better was out there, that no one could love you the way you were meant to be loved.

You were dead fucking wrong.

Your one, he was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you fiercely, with everything he had. And would do anything to protect you.

Anything.

**

"I appreciate your advice.” You sigh, finishing your drink. You look at your watch, surprisingly it reads 12:45am. ”It's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You groan. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

“No, no.” You semi slur. “I drank, like a lot. Let me pay or tip your fine ass.” You giggle. Drunk you didn't give a fuck.

Baekhyun looks at you, a smile almost crossing his lips. “Next time, drinks are on you.” He says.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool, one foot buckling under your weight. “whoops.” You begin to laugh as you stand up, the entire bar is spinning around you.

"You okay?" He asks, watching you stumble away.

“I'm good. I'm good.” You slur, making it outside. The cool air sobered you up a little bit, well enough for you to hail a cab to get a ride back home.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Baekhyun off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in, hours ago.

"Oh, babe." He says, sucking the Taki dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You didn't have the energy tonight to ask him why he was still here. You just wanted to go to bed. You changed into your PJ’s, brushed the smell of liquor from your mouth and flopped into your bed.

That night you dreamt of one man, who was not your man.

**

The next morning you woke up early and severely hungover. You quickly called your boss, explaining that you must have caught the flu in the night and that you would not be in. Luckily you had a few paid sick days left to use up so you wouldn't be missing out on any money.

As you crawled out of bed, you noticed that Chad's side was still made and cold to the touch, like no one had slept in there all night. You weren't mad about it but you knew that it meant he gamed all night and wouldn't be going to work today. You groaned loudly in frustration thinking of having to spend the day with the guy who wouldn't let you break up with him.

“Morning babe, can you grab me a coffee?” he asks, in his same spot, same clothes, same spots of Taki dust on his shirt that you left him in last night.

“Don't call me that. I believe I told you to get out last night.” You groan, shuffling towards the coffee pot that hadn't even been turned on. “Theres no fucking coffee even made!” You yell.

“Oh yeah, babe, can you make some coffee?” He asks.

Your rage boiled over. You felt like shit and you didn't want to deal with his shit. You stomped, loudly into the living room, barged right in front of his game and ripped the power cord out of the wall, dropping it to the ground.

“BABE!” Chad yells, standing up quickly. “What the hell!?”

“I don't know why you can't get it through your thick skull.” You yell. “Let me dumb it down for you and go slow.” You smile. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Apartment.”

“Why are you being like this? You know I don't have anywhere to go.” He whimpers.

“Not my issue. Pack your clothes and go.” You say. You were so done. You really did deserve better.

“Can I atleast take the gaming console?” He asks, trying to give you puppy dog eyes.

“My console? Absolutely not. You leave what you came with. A garbage bag of clothes.” You walk to the kitchen, opening the cupboard under the sink. You grab a bag and walk it back to Chad and hand it to him. You watch him stuff his few pairs of shorts and pants, shirts and underwear into the bag, grabbing his phone and shoes before asking him for your key. He reluctantly gives it back to you, looking back at you with sad eyes while he takes tiny steps out the door. It takes all you have not to shove him, but you don't and once he's out you close the door and lock it.

You finally felt free.

You crawled back into bed, feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and fell asleep peacefully, dreaming of Baekhyun once again.

You woke up later that afternoon, still feeling nauseous but better than before. You felt like you couldn't deal with that, or anything. Thankfully it was the weekend and you could take this time to decide what you wanted to do. Which was absolutely nothing.

You didn't see or speak to anyone all weekend. You kept holed up in your apartment watching movies, eating Ramen, ice cream and any other bad thing you could find in your kitchen. But once Monday rolled back around, you knew you had to get back to life. You went to work, only to be sent home a few hours early, at 4pm. You were happy and you wanted to go see Baekhyun but you felt like this was too early to be at the bar drinking.

You muddled around your apartment for a bit, deleting texts from Chad, asking you when he could come home and when you were going to stop whining about everything.

When you finally felt like it was an appropriate time to go to the bar, you got yourself semi together and headed out, happily. You walked in, and immediately felt a pair of eyes shift towards you. Your heart skipped. You turned your head towards the bar to see Baekhyun staring at you as he cleans a few glasses before putting them on the rack. He doesn't smile when he sees you, his face is hard but somehow looks softer than it did the other day.

“You're finally back. I was wondering if I'd see you again.” He says, grabbing a glass. “The same?”

“Yes please. And I am back. And I have news.” You grin.

“And what's that?” He wonders, sliding your drink towards you. He leans In closely, his eyes not weavering from yours. Your heart beats loudly, and fast. You wonder if he can hear it, if he knows how nervous and flustered he makes you.

“I, um.” You began. Before you can finish, your phone rings loudly. You roll your eyes at the caller ID, answering it quite annoyed.

“What?” You ask. Baekhyun can hear the sound of a crying man on the other end. “Please. Stop calling me” You snap, hanging up the call.

“Chad?” Baekhyun asks but he already knew. You nod your head as he slides another drink towards you.

“He left the other morning. The morning after I was here..” You announce between sips. “I made him leave. I'm so mad at him right now and I want to hate him but part of me feels guilty for being mean while he's upset.” You sigh. You wished you didn't feel like this. You just wished you had someone who could love you as hard as you loved them.

“I'm proud of you. I hope you're starting to see your worth.” Baekhyun says.

As he walks away to another customer, Chad texts you asking to talk. You reply back, telling him to meet you at your place at 8pm. You really didn't want to leave Baekhyun but you felt like you needed to calmly clear the air with Chad. You pull out two twenties and slide them onto the bar, giving Baekhyun a small wave. He gives you a wink that sends shivers down your spine as you turn to walk away.

You didn't want to go, and little did you know, he didn't want you to go either.

You really shouldn't have let Chad in to talk. You don't know how he does it but he convinced you to get back together with him. He lured you in with the promises of changing, being a better man, spending more time with you and more money on you while also spending less money on his friends and less time on the console. But how funny is it that mere seconds after you agree to a second chance, he's back gaming and you're going to bed all on your own.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. Chad had gone back to his old self so quickly, it gave you whiplash. He hadn't even attempted to change, and you found yourself craving to be near Baekhyun. So you headed to the bar, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four.

In those weeks you and Baekhyun spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. However, much to your surprise, he didn't question you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day or wonder where you were at night, and honestly it no longer bothered you. You didn't care but you couldn't end things again. Not yet.

You felt your feelings for Baekhyun deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every look, every conversation, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with anyone. Your emotions were amplified around Baekhyun and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Baekhyun, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely got absolutely nothing from that man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room.” You mutter. “That place across the street looks okay." You slur, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"I dont fucking think so." Baekhyun replies. "You need to go home. I'll give you a ride." He says.

"Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He pulls up to your apartment complex, quickly and effortlessly glides out of the driver's side of the car, making his way to your side before you can even get your hand on the handle. He walks to the elevator with you, steps onto the elevator with you. He stands beside you, his hand inches away from yours, you can feel the electricity between the two of you. The elevator lands on your floor, you step out and Baekhyun follows you to your door.

“You didn't need to walk me up.” You say, already sobering up.

“Just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” Baekhyun says, his face still stone cold. You can hear some music thumping through the door. You really hope it's not what you think it is. You unlock your door and open it to 10-15 people in your apartment. There's maybe 2 that you know, but the rest? You've got no clue.

“There she is!” Chad yells, walking towards you.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He slurs, wrapping his arm around you. A crowd of people gather around, yelling “Surprise!” To you. You smile at them awkwardly, what was happening?

“It's not my birthday.” You hiss, trying to Chad, trying to remove his arm from you. “I'm sorry everyone, I don't know what he told you but it's not my birthday.” You say.

They all turn to each other, whispering things. You look at Chad’s two best friends, Brad and Connor, who you've spoken to multiple times. They just shrug their shoulders.

“Fuck.” He yells in your face, his breath smells like whiskey. He moves away from you, pushing through the crowd to grab a bottle on the table. He takes a full swing, before stomping back towards you. “I'm trying to do something fucking nice for you and you always have to shit on it.” He yells.

“I'm sorry it's not my birthday, and you invited all your friends and none of mine or my family. This is a party for you, with a cover it's supposed to be for me. It's pathetic.” You spit, your face inches away from his. You turn to walk away but he grabs your arm.

“Where are you trying to go? Don't be fucking rude to your guests.” Chad snaps.

“Dude, It's not her birthday. It's fine, just let her go and we can have another shot.” Brad says, trying to descalate the situation. Chad shoves Brad away with his free hand, tightening his grip around your arm.

“Chad stop.” You shout as he pushes you against the wall. Baekhyun lurches forward but you put your free arm out to stop him. You didn't want Chad to get anymore angry.

“What's it gonna take? Huh? You want a kiss? Is that gonna make you less uptight?” He says, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you into the wall, again. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten handsy when drinking Whiskey, but this is the first time he'd ever been close to violent about it. He leans in close to your face, trying to press his lips to yours, sticking his tongue out, trying to slip it into your mouth. You turn your head, trying to avoid him.

“Get off.” You cry out, trying to push him off with one hand, but he manages to pin the other one to the wall. You can't get him off you, your arm was throbbing and you were starting to panic.

“Baekhyun.” You cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Get the fuck off of her.” You hear Baekhyun's voice yell. “Are you hard of hearing?” He asks, swiftly pulling Chad from you and throwing him across the floor.

“Who the fuck is that?” Chad asks, scrambling to his feet and pointing to Baekhyun.

“I want you out Chad. I’m done. This was the last fucking straw!” You cry.

Baekhyun takes your hand and pulls you out of your apartment. He brings you to the elevator and back down to his car, trying to avoid getting you too wet. He buckles you in and pulls out of your parking lot. He drives past the bar and continues until the two of you are out of the city. The rain still pours. Thunder rumbles as lightning lights up the sky.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere.

Baekhyun pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers and it opens, he drives down a long driveway. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"My, uh, family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He glides out of his seat, walking towards your side again to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He pulls you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He opens the door to a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite.

"There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you honestly felt scared if you didn't.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I.. I don't know what came over me. Seriously, Y/N. I just.. I'm so sorry.” He cries.

“I.. I can't. Don't. Don't call me.” You hyperventilate. “I can't.” You whimper, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you try to fight off the tears. You replay the short conversation you just had, but more so what he did to you. You didn't even want to think about what would have happened had Baekhyun not been there for you tonight. You saw a side of Chad you'd bever seen before and were not interested in ever seeing again. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You sobbed as you sat on the bed.

There's a knock at the door but you don't hear it. The door opens, Baekhyun walks into the room, seeing you on the bed, all he felt was anger.

"Y/N.." He begins as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called.” You cry. “He was.. apologizing..but I couldn't stop.. replaying it.” You sniffle.

"I'm so sorry that happened. I should have taken you away the second he put his hands on you." He says, looking at you. You look up at him, tears still streaming down your face. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Baekhyun's arms are wrapped around you. He rubs your back as you nuzzle your head into his chest.

You're so tired.

Your eyes begin to close until his phone rings. He lays you down before he stands up answering the call.

“I'm sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, getting under the covers.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asks before leaving.

“I'll be fine, go.” you say forcing a smile.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You tried watching the door, in hopes he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep.

The warm sun was shining through the window, woke you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see seven men standing around the bed. You sit up, moving closer to the wall, as these men stare at you. You stared at them all, as they all glared at you, looking similar to Baekhyun.

Pale skin, dark eyes, dark hair, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper. “Who are you guys?”

Another one speaks up, looking at the other six men. "I think the better question is, who the fuck brought a human home?"

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Mirror

Pairing: Stray Kids Felix x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 2.3 k

Genre: angsty, smut

Warnings: smut, angst, body image issue, very soft dom!reader, pet names (sweetie, baby), praise

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Felix' roommate Chan calls you because Felix had been eating less and acting weird while you had been too busy to spend time with him. So you go to their apartment to talk to him.

A/N: This was a request by anon <3

Stray Kids Masterlist

"Can we talk?"

The three words were so often the preamble to a fight or break up that you wished you had said it differently but it was too late, Felix had heard them already. With a guarded expression he retreated a bit more in the black oversized sweater that he had probably snagged from Chan’s closet.

"Chan told me you haven’t been eating this week and I’m worried. Are you okay, sweetie?"

Careful to not move too fast you reached out and touched his arm, hoping the gesture would reassure him. The past week you had not had that much time and only seen him briefly for a coffee during your lunch break. When you had seen Felix that day he had been a bit off-color too. His usual sunshine personality was dampened by something, but you had calked it up to the weather not being good which dragged your mood down too until Chan had called you.

"Did something happen? I’m sorry that I couldn’t spend as much time with you…"

Seeing him like this, moody and closed off, neglected, made your heart bleed. If anyone was responsible for dimming his light, you would be furious with them.

"It’s not your fault, you had to work. I know."

His brittle tone did not convince you in the slightest and you pressed your lips together. The sleeves of the sweater were too long and it made him look even smaller, more vulnerable than he was. Out of all people you knew he was the strongest, the person who could always find a positive thought, put a good twist on misfortune and shine from the inside.

"Lixie."

You took a step closer and his arms slung around your middle like you were the only thing that could save him from sinking into the ground. It had been an eternity since the last time you had had time for yourselves and you felt even worse seeing him like this. You should have been there for him when he was having a hard time with whatever it was that he was dealing with.

"Do you want to cuddle in my bed?"

"Always."

When you lay in his bed, legs intertwined and arms wrapped mourned each other, he relaxed a bit. Felix was a very physical person, who needed to touch and could not go without hugs. It was hard to imagine him living on his own when he craved being close to others so much. At the moment, when he was living with Chan this was not because his fellow countryman was also big into cuddling.

After some time you felt his hot breath on your cheek, wandering along your jaw and making you shiver before his lips landed on yours. At first, he brushed over your lips, barely touching at all, but you wanted more and pressed your lips properly together. The low hum was more a feeling beneath your hands than a sound you heard in your ear and it encouraged you to lick over his soft lips, asking nicely to be let in. Felix melting against you as you kissed was the feeling in the world and you pulled him closer, pressing as much you together as possible. The kiss left you out of breath in the best way possible. Your forehead rested against his as he spoke.

"I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s just.."

You pulled back to look at him and saw he was struggling to find the words. In hopes that it would help him, you took his hand and squeezed gently.

"I’ve been feeling so … unattractive lately."

Your first knee-jerk reaction was to dismiss this statement but instead, you asked: "Why do you feel that way?"

He licked his lips and could not meet your eyes. In moments like this, you did not want to press him too much, so you waited until he was ready to tell you.

"I know it sounds dumb but Chan-Hyung." Felix trapped your hand tighter and watched as your thumb brushed over the back of his hand.

"He is looking so amazing at the moment and I don’t … look like that."

Both of the statements were true. Chan had put on a bit more muscle and was positively stunning, and yes, Felix with his lean body and small frame did not look like that, but this was not a bad thing. For you, this did not make a difference how Felix looked but you were aware that this had nothing to do with you per se.

"Oh Baby, that’s totally okay."

You kissed his knuckles, feeling a bit helpless because you did not have the right words to reassure him everything was going to be fine. At the end of the day, Felix had to sort out his own feelings and the best thing you could do was hold his hand and be there for him.

"I know, it’s irrational," he confessed. "I shouldn’t compare us but I still do."

You pulled him into a tight hug and whispered in his ear. "It’s okay, my love. It must have been so hard to keep that in."

He buried his face in your neck and for a moment you expected sobs to follow but nothing happened, so you just held him tight. His breath tickled the little hairs on your skin and a shiver ran down your spine. Despite not having broad shoulders, Felix's body, honed by exercise, felt solid in your arms. My pretty, little boy. A warm wave of affection washed over you as you held him, legs tangled to the point where you were not sure what part belonged to you. He inhaled and whispered against your skin.

"You smell so good."

There was a pout in his voice as if it was morally questionable to smell good.

"Is that a crime?"

"Yes."

It was the most serious 'yes' that you had ever heard to such a silly question.

"Why?"

Felix pressed his face more into your neck and instead of a reply, you felt him press against your thigh.

"It’s a crime to make you horny? Man, then I’ll get sentenced for life."

When you pulled back to look into his eyes, he pouted but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You kissed the tip of his nose and a small, smile broke on his face.

"I want to take care of you, is that okay?"

Your hand rubbed his thigh, before cupping his ass. In your opinion, there was nothing you would change about him, aside from taking the worries that plagued him.

"But…"

"You’re turned on but you don’t feel attractive?"

Judging by the way Felix pressed his lips into a thin line your bold guess was spot on. You knew the feeling too and there was nothing that you could say to make it better. It did not matter that you found his worries overblown because they were very real to him.

"I love you no matter what, but if you don’t want to that’s okay."

"I love you too."

The best thing you could do now was to hold Felix and rub his back. However, the fabric of the sweater caused an unpleasant tingle in your palms and you slowly slipped your hand under the hem to give Felix some time to object. He did not. Back-rubs were always appreciated and so he relaxed more into you. In this position, facing each other, it was not so easy to reach all of his back with the sweater limiting your movements, but Felix notice and shifted so the sweater could slide up as your hand trailed unto his shoulders. Under the layers, his skin was scorning hot and soft to the touch.

"Scratching please."

You smirked and started to run your nails lightly over his back as he shivered from the sensation. He loved it when you did this and you were sure if he was a cat, he would have purred like crazy. You kissed his temple and continued to draw random patterns on his back. Hopefully, lying with you like this could take his mind off other things and get him back on track towards a healthier body image. Breaking free from thought spirals was the first thing you had to do before you could start getting better again.

After a few minutes, you noticed that he had shifted, so his hips were touching your leg that had been between his since you had snuggled up in the bed and pressed into it. You were not sure if this was a conscious decision on his part or not, but it turned you on so much. He was so hard in his pants and the loose cotton did nothing to restrain it; if you had looked down now you would see an obvious tent in the fabric. An inaudible sigh fanned your skin and you could not take it anymore. You captured his lips in a heated, sloppy kiss, pulled your hand out from under his sweater, and palmed him through his pants. The strangled moan he made was silenced by your mouth on his and he rocked into your hand. By his fast breathing, you could tell he was getting worked up and thought about whether you should make him come now or tease him some more. When you abruptly stopped, he wined in frustration.

"You shouldn’t come in your pants," you said in a stern tone and pulled back completely. Felix was quite the sight, his sweater half pulled up, hair disheveled, lips kiss swollen and pants tented by his erection. Of cause, he noticed how you looked at him and pulled the sweater down to cover his exposed skin.

"You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

You said it from the bottom of your heart and hoped it would translate that way to him too.

In the softest voice, you told him: "Take the pants off."

For a moment Felix was still in his position on the bed, thinking, struggling with himself on what to do. It had not technically been a command, Felix could refuse if he wanted to but the little twitch in his pants told you that he wanted to. Felix came to this conclusion too, rolled on his back, and pushed the sweatpants down his legs.

"And you are a good boy too, Lixie."

The praise hit him more today than usual and his breath caught in his throat, when your hand wrapped around him, giving him a few tentative strokes. When you kissed from the tip to the base, you had to pin him to the mattress with your forearms because he was moving too much.

"Look at your pretty cock. Have you ever seen one so pretty?"

He shivered. You worried that he would come too fast tonight because he seemed to be very sensitive and worked up. Usually, it did not affect him this much, when you did not see each other on workdays, he was more like a clock in this way and you knew exactly how you had.

"I wanna feel you. Please."

That was expected; as much as he liked blow jobs if he could have your pussy on him that was what want he wanted. You would lie if you said you did not want to ride him right now.

"Sure, but my baby is really excited today. Maybe we’ll need a ring, is that okay?"

He nodded shyly and you got a ring from his drawer along with a condom. Even though you had not let it on, you were very worked up and thus impatient when you rolled the ring on. It had to sit at the base for a moment until Felix adjusted to the feeling of it and you used the time to take off your clothes.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

As down as Felix had been when you had arrived as excited he looked now. Sex did not make your problems go away, but at least it could take your mind off things for a moment.

You aligned him with your entrance and slid down with a sigh, while Felix groaned. The cock ring made him both, more sensitive but also unable to come as easy, a truly deadly combination. You placed your hands on his firm chest for balance and ground into him. His low groans reverberated in your whole body and made you go faster, chasing that high, hoping that he felt good too.

"You’re so good for me, so nice and hard, just a bit longer, baby."

Felix thrashed under your hands grabbing for something to hold onto, he was so close but he could not come, not yet. You wanted to continue in the same rhythm, but your muscles were beginning to stiffen in the wake of your orgasm and your movements were becoming smaller and slower. Even so, you were swapped away in a hot wave of pleasure moments later.

Felix loved and hate to see you come. It was a good sight but he was always jealous when it did not happen for him and you at the same time. When you came down from your high, he was breathing heavy, face flushed a deep red.

"Did you come?"

You asked even though you had a hunch that the answer was no, with it was. There was a chance that he was just going to come the moment you took off the ring but you had to risk it. when you rolled the ring off he moaned but nothing else happened and you praised him: "You didn’t come, such a good boy."

The heavy, controlled breathing showed that he was barely hanging on, just a flic of the wrist away. He was warm in his thick jumper and his forehead shone with a thin layer of sweat. You wrapped your lips about the tip and all it took was a gentle suck. Felix howled and the salty, bitter taste filled your mouth. No, blowjobs were not your favorite but seeing Felix lying boneless on the bed was good compensation.

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Monsta X After a Breakup Part 2

A/n: The long awaited MX after a breakup part 2! Hope you like it bbys! It's not betated so please read at your own risk.

Warnings: a little bit of smut, angst, longing, some aftermath of violence, mentions of infidelity (no one actually cheated), some toxic ex boyfriend behavior, alcohol used as a coping mechanism (I have a brand), mentions of casual sex, implications of smut, dirty thoughts

Word Count: 10415

Shownu (Hyunwoo)

The phone call had been hard, and he hadn't slept for a couple of nights after you'd called and refused to come home when he'd asked.

After that, though, there seemed to be some kind of forward movement in how he felt. It isn't as if he forgot, of as if it hurt less, just like he...made room for it.

He's not the type to call you often or text you, but he'd sent a few checking in on you, and you'd respond sometimes, and sometimes you wouldn't

It was that more than anything else that bothered him, that you weren't communicating when you'd always been the one who dis most of the communicating.

It also got him thinking, though, that maybe that was part of the problem. That he didn't communicate, didn't tell you how he felt often enough.

It's three months before he runs into you at a boba tea shop, one that you'd always loved. He won't deny that he'd been going there mostly hoping that he'd see you, but after a while, he'd given up on that and enjoyed their milk boba tea.

He didn't see you right away, in fact he didn't see you at all until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hyunwoo?"

For a moment, it was like all the sound went out of the busy shop, like there was a tunnel with only your voice, you saying his name in a way he hadn't heard in months.

He doesn't speak, can't speak, feels like there's a rock in his throat but you sit down across from him anyway, your fingers sliding off his shoulder and he'd swear he could still feel them there, like you'd marked him through his sweater.

Hyunwoo had always thought that it'd be awful to see you with someone else, he'd comforted Hyungwon after his ex had gotten a new boyfriend last year and you'd been there along with him, making tea.

After the breakup he couldn't help thinking of that moment, how devastated Hyungwon had been, normally so stoic, and wondered how he would feel.

What Hyunwoo hadn't expected was how much it hurt to see you, period, even on your own, smiling softly at him from across the table. You were wearing a blouse that he'd bought you, a soft pink that complimented your hair and skin tone.

He clears his throat twice before he can say anything, thinking that all that room he'd made for the heartache had shrunk to nothing all of a sudden and it was taking up all the space in him, filling up all the empty spaces he'd made.

"You look good," he manages, and it sounds stupid and his cheeks flush hot. It's true, you do, and he knows he's lost weight, that his cheeks look gaunt instead of full like usual, knows that he doesn't look nearly as good as you do.

"You do too," you say softly, as if it isn't a lie, and he can barely look at you, his heart aches so much at the sight of you. "I didn't think you liked this place much."

"You did," he mumbles, finally catching your gaze and he feels frozen in place, like he can't break eye contact even if he wanted to.

You nod slowly, smile fading. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. I do."

It's awkward. Fuck, it's so awkward when everything had become so easy with you and he hates it, he can hardly breathe.

"I should go." He says it before he finishes his thought and scoots the chair back from the table and it makes a screeching sound on the hardwood and everyone is looking at him and he wonders if he might be having a panic attack.

You dart across the table, catch one of his hands in both of yours to stop him.

"Don't," you whisper. "Stay a while, let's catch up."

"i-I've been trying to catch up." His voice seems loud compared to yours, compared to the low, busy din of the shop. He's angry, now, his skin feels hot and he hasn't been angry, not this whole time, not the whole three months you've been gone. "I've been trying to talk to you."

"I know. I'm sorry." You catch one side of your bottom lip between your teeth and he's always found it cute and he still does but he's so angry.

He stands up without thinking it through, stands there for a moment before stalking outside. He can't stand the way the whole shop is staring at the two of you, can't stand the way you're staring at him, as if you feel sorry for him, as if he hadn't been inside you, lying on your flowery comforter, kissing along your cheekbones and the tip of your nose just a few months ago.

He's halfway to his car when you call out his name and you're nearly wheezing near the parking garage.

"God, you're so fast, your legs are so much longer than mine please-"

Goddamnit, you're cute and he can't help himself from stopping and turning to face you, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why do you want to talk now?" He asks finally, looking down at you and you take a couple of deep breaths before meeting his eyes.

"I-I missed you," you say quietly and just like that, he's not angry anymore, not even a little.

His arms drop to his sides and he feels like he's breathing too hard to just have walked halfway to his car but all that space he'd made is filled now, filled with all the things he'd wanted to say to you threatening to spill out.

"Then why won't you talk to me? Why won't you answer my calls?"

"I needed to think. I needed to...try to remember why we split up."

He takes a deep breath through his nostrils, exasperated. "Why did we split up?"

You go on this long rant about how you've always felt like you weren't good enough for him, that he was too handsome and good and you were a nobody and he can't stand it, how you keep putting yourself down so he stops your words by pressing his mouth against yours.

You sputter when he pulls away and he can't help smiling and it feels strange, feels like he's using muscles that have atrophied.

Hyunwoo doesn't have trouble at all telling you all the reasons he fell in love with you, all the reasons he's still in love with you, after he puts you into the passenger side of his car, cups your face in his hands so that you won't turn away from him.

He kisses all the tears from your cheeks.

"Now, you'll come home, jagiya?"

The drive home seems to take forever and he can barely keep his eyes on the road.

He feels like he can breathe again when you're spooned against him in his bed, feels like he's home again and that everything will be easier from here.

Wonho (Hoseok)

It took him three weeks to start being angry, and god it was so much better than feeling devastated.

The gym becomes his religion and after three months he's gained twenty pounds of (mostly) muscle and delegated screenshots of your sweet texts and pictures of the two of you together to a folder that he only allows himself to look at once (or twice) a week.

He doesn't call you, doesn't text you, knows that he might say things he will regret because he's been here before.

You aren't his first heartbreak, but you might be the biggest, since he'd allowed himself to let down his walls with you in a way he hadn't for years.

He'd like to think that he doesn't still hope that you'll come home but that's a lie he can't even tell to himself. Part of him hopes that because he's working on himself, you'll realize that he's trying and contact him.

Three months, and you haven't so much as called, though, and he's trying hard not to think about it, so when Jooheon goes through his own breakup, Hoseok is grateful to have somewhere to put his energy that isn't just the gym.

Jooheon reminds Hoseok a lot of himself after the first time he'd had his heart broken, and even though Hoseok had given up the bad coping mechanisms and habits he'd had through that time, he doesn't judge the younger for indulging.

He hopes that eventually Jooheon's ex will come back around and he'll straighten up, because that certainly hadn't been the case for him.

It'd taken him years to get to where he is now, using something like the gym instead of a bottle to get him through a breakup, but he hopes for better for his friend.

So he goes out with Jooheon once a week or so, makes sure he doesn't do anything more stupid than he's already doing, and the others help out too, taking turns to watch out for him.

Hoseok knows that you enjoy clubs, liked to go out dancing with your friends and he'd even taken you a few times, sipping soda while buying you fruity cocktails, laughing at you being tipsy and touchy.

He's surprised, though, to see you out now, looking so happy dancing with your friends, glowing almost.

You'd said that you were holding him back but as he sits on the lobby couch waiting for Jooheon to return from the bathroom he wonders if he'd been the one holding you back.

Realistically, it's been three months and that might be enough time for you to move past the heartbreak, but it certainly hasn't been enough time for him and he starts to panic a little when he doesn't feel angry anymore, when darkness creeps up on him and his thoughts start to spiral.

You weren't good enough. You never have been. She was bored by you, tired of you because you're needy and clingy and useless.

He watches a bit longer than he should have because soon enough men are flocking to you and the group of girls you're with and there's a hand on your waist and Hoseok's heart feels like it might fall out of his mouth if he opened it, like it's stuck in his throat.

Jooheon returns soon enough, tugging Hoseok toward the bar and he tears his eyes away, tries to ignore it, sips on a bottle of water while Jooheon takes shots at the bar.

After an hour or so, he's looking for you in the crowd again, and he's looking so hard when a girl bumps into him he barely feels it.

"Sorry," she mumbles, a bit slurred and Hoseok rights her, laughing a little.

When he looks down, it's your eyes he looks into and he loses his breath, gasps out your name.

Your smile fades and you brace yourself on the bar and suddenly he's worried, wonders how much you've had to drink.

"Are you okay? Do you need a ride home?" He asks, nearly yelling over the music in the club, but you frown, something like anger across your face.

"I'm fine. Not your problem anymore."

Even over the club music your tone is harsh and at first it hurts, feels like an arrow in his chest but then he's angry again and that's better, more familiar.

Hoseok raises his hands. "Yes, princess, sorry for caring." He shoots back, and you stalk off, outside onto the deck the club has for smokers.

You don't smoke, and he doesn't either but he's following you outside before he can think better of it, because Jooheon has disappeared onto the dance floor and he'll be there for hours.

You're leaned up against the brick with your arms crossed and Hoseok thinks you're so cute when you're angry but how dare you be angry now.

You'd left, he hadn't. He'd begged you to stay, to talk it out, to work on things but you'd left and now--

Now all he can think is how he wants to kiss the worry lines on your forehead, around your eyes, the corner of your frowning mouth and somehow that longing just makes him angrier.

"What the fuck was that?" He can't stop his words and he knows it won't help to argue but he feels like he might implode if he doesn't get it out. "What are you so mad about?"

"Like you care," you mumble, and Hoseok realizes you're more than tipsy, drunk actually, in a way he'd seen on only the rarest occasion.

He calls your name and when you look up at him your eyes are glassy with tears.

"You never called. Not even a text." Your voice shakes when you speak.

Hoseok should still be angry. He should be livid that you left him but you're upset he didn't call, but he can only want to thumb tears off your cheekbones.

He takes a step forward by instinct alone and curses himself.

"You left me," he says, and it comes out soft instead of harsh like he'd wanted. "You left me, Y/n."

You start to sob then, nearly incoherent when you try to speak and cover your face with your hands.

He simply can't help himself, arms going around you like muscle memory, the way you bury your face in his chest making his breath hitch, for tears to burn at his eyes.

"I miss you so much," comes out of his mouth, and he hadn't even known he would say it until he did, voice breaking.

You hug him tight, still crying and he sits you down on the bench, brings you a bottle of water after a fight through the crowd to the bar.

You end up talking all night, and as you sober up you explain that you just weren't sure about how he felt, if this was as serious as you thought it was. You tell him that you know how badly his last relationship went and wondered if Hoseok would ever want to fully commit and he just stares at you, blinking in shock.

He can't be angry when you somehow hadn't known he was in love with you, that he thought you were the one made for him, and he tells you over and over, sliding close, arm around your shoulders.

Hoseok puts you to bed at his apartment, the one you'd spent the night in three to four nights a week, and he asks you to move in with him, once while you're still tipsy, wrapped up in one of his hoodies with puffy eyes, and once the next morning, when you groan at him, hungover, first thing.

You say yes once you've got some food in you, and Hoseok is all smiles, bouncing around and kissing you over and over.

Minhyuk

He's stubborn and willing to admit that, but this is ridiculous. He can't bring himself to call you, no matter how badly he misses you.

Even while he's drinking, he makes himself turn off his phone, can't stand to look at it and wonder if you've tried to contact him.

When you do call, he sends it straight to voicemail, lets his inbox fill up. He can't help feeling angry, petty even, because it was you who left, despite how the fight started.

He thinks about it all the time, the things he said, the things you said, you could be so cruel when you were angry, but so could he.

"I could find someone else so fucking fast," he'd said, and god, he doesn't even remember what he was so pissed off about.

You'd laughed, loud and bitter, almost a bark. "I could replace you in thirty seconds, don't try me."

He barely remembers the rest of the fight, everything blurred out by the moment that had made him freeze.

You'd started packing your things and he remembers being so angry that he'd packed for you, knowing in the back of his head this would be over soon and you'd both be crying and apologizing.

That hadn't happened, you'd left, even when he cracked and begged you not to go, and he finds that unforgiveable....

At least at first. The first month, he was angry, burying everything in casual sex and booze. Out every other night, until his friends grew concerned about him.

The second month, he could barely get out of bed. He hadn't changed the lockscreen of his phone and he'd just stare at it, this selfie of you blowing a kiss at the camera. He could barely keep up with his schedule and when he was at home he'd sleep as much as possible, trying to get away from his thoughts.

The beginning of the third month, he sees you, in all places, in a grocery store near his place.

Minhyuk knows your parents live far from the city so he was surprised to see you there, and even more surprised to see a guy with you, your arm linked through his as he pushed the cart.

Minhyuk had stopped in the middle of the aisle, all the breath going out of his lungs. He'd felt angry and then almost numb, but now it rushes in, the longing, the hurt, the panic. Everything he'd been trying to block out.

It isn't as if Minhyuk hasn't felt things. He'd fallen in love before, been hurt before, but he has issues feeling things when they happen because when he lets himself, he feels so much it's overwhelming.

It's overwhelming now, washing over him in waves, and it surprises him that he's not even jealous, not really, just....gutted.

He realizes slowly with horror that he's going to start crying if you speak to him and he backs out of the aisle quickly, knocking over a display of canned tomatoes.

Which of course, draws a lot of attention to him and he wants to phase through the floor he's so embarrassed.

He knows that you see him but he manages to abandon his cart and make it to the parking lot before you call his name.

His eyes are burning with tears and his chest hurts and he isn't sure he can do this.

He braces a hand against the car, doesn't speak.

"Minhyuk? I've been trying to get in touch with you..." you say slowly.

Your calls had stopped the week before and Minhyuk hadn't thought much of it at the time but it made sense, if you'd met someone...

"Yeah...I needed some time," he says, his voice strained, and he's sure he sounds like an asshole, but he's been an asshole, and now that he's feeling everything he should have been feeling already, he realizes it.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

Your steps lead away and he can't help it, he turns around, calls your name. He wipes at his eyes, trying to be discreet about it.

"Do you want to talk?"

You get in the passenger seat of his car after he opens it for you and he gets in.

When you look at him, your eyes are wet.

"You should have answered my calls."

"I know," he says, eyes burning as tears well in them again. "I know, baby. I should have."

"You're a fucking asshole." You say, but your voice is breaking, tears streaming down your face.

"I know," he chokes out. "Do you have a boyfriend now?"

He hates himself for asking but you let out a shaky laugh.

"What if I did?"

"I'd have to beg you to leave him and that'd be very embarrassing." He says firmly, and you laugh again and it sounds more genuine and it makes butterflies bloom in his stomach.

"Don't be stupid. How could I get another boyfriend when I can't stop thinking about you?"

Minhyuk lets out a long breath. "God, I'm so glad you said that. I've been crazy, baby. I just...I couldn't even think about it without losing it, so I tried not to think about it, and--"

You wipe at your eyes. "Yeah, I heard you were running a train of girls through your apartment," you say dryly, a flash of anger in your eyes. "But we can fight about that later, yeah?"

"You can hit me with a truck if you want to but will you please come home?" He begs, literally begs, if he had been outside he would have gotten down on his knees. He'd made it three months but fuck it, he'll risk it all just for the chance to have you back, and he's been stupid not to realize that.

You fly into his arms, climbing over the gearshift to kiss him over and over, and he can't stop crying for an embarrassingly long amount of time.

Back at home, when he's inside you again, moaning and kissing every inch of your face, he stops still as you whine, cupping your face.

"You can't ever leave me again," he says, and it sounds stupid and toxic but he can't help it, can't help spewing out everything he feels now that he finally has you back.

"Never," you promise, and Minhyuk doesn't know if this will last forever.

No one can know that, but he knows that he wants it to, and that's what matters.

Kihyun

You finally accept one of his calls after two months but it isn't what he'd hoped for.

"Every time you call it hurts me," you answer, words slow and there's music in the background, as if you're out with friends.

"Yeah? Then we should talk, shouldn't we?" He says automatically, desperate to see you. "Where are you? I could pick you up-"

You laugh and it's bitter and he hates it.

"That would just fuck me up and we both know it."

"What do you mean? Jagiya, please-"

He keeps begging to an empty phone line, not realizing you'd hung up for a moment and when he calls back over and over it goes straight to voicemail.

He bangs the back of his head against the headboard and he wants to down a bottle of wine but he stops himself.

That's how he'd spent the last two months, calling you drunk and maudlin, and that's not what he wants you to think of him.

He's realized, over less time than he'd thought, that he wants to be with you more than he's afraid of being hurt, and he just wants to tell you that.

The next month is agonizing because you've all but disappeared from social media and you won't contact him. He'd show up at your place if he wasn't afraid you'd call the cops. He's almost ready to do it anyway when you finally call, late, almost 2am.

"Jagiya?" He's not asleep when you call, lately he never sleeps, and again your words sound slow.

"Come pick me up. Fuck me up."

It's like something is blooming in his chest but it hurts, too, how you only call when you've been drinking, and how you think it's a bad idea.

Fuck, maybe it is, maybe this is all a bad idea but he's driving to the location you send so quickly he barely remembers to put on his coat despite it being the middle of winter.

You're wearing less clothes than you should be in this weather so he wraps you in it the second you get into the passenger seat of your car, snaps on your seatbelt for you, an instinct from when you were together.

"I'm sorry," is the first thing he says and your eyes widen in surprise.

"I don't think you've ever said that to me."

"I should have," he insists, keeping the car running. He doesn't even know where to take you but he just wants to take you home.

"But you didn't," you say, angry, and you have every right to be.

"I didn't," he says, more softly.

"Was it because you weren't ready?" You ask, voice shaking. "Because...because you didn't trust me?"

Kihyun makes a distressed sound in the back of his throat. "Of course I trust you, it's not like that, I--" he sighs, runs a hand through his hair and he can't keep his eyes off you.

Your eyes, the way the corners of your mouth twitch when he speaks, as if you might smile or frown. He loves every little thing about you but he hasn't been able to say it.

"I love you," he says, finally says it and the world doesn't shatter.

You seem to, though, breaking down in sobs and Kihyun hates himself, even if you're drunk and emotional he hates that he made you feel so upset.

He reaches out to you but you pull away.

"That's the first time you've said that, in 8 months, Kihyun. After I've left. Does it mean anything now?"

Now it feels like the world shatters, and his lip trembles and he hates the tears burning in his eyes. "It does. I swear it does, jagiya, I love you so much I can't stand it."

"Then why did you argue with me so much? Why did you push me away? It was like it was on purpose, Ki, picking fights-"

"I know," he interrupts. "I know, I was just...I didn't realize what I was doing until it was too late. "I know you're seeing someone.." The words stick in his chest, something burning like acid in the back of his throat even to say it. "But I needed you to know. I love you."

"Stop saying that," you gasp, sobbing, and he reaches out to you again and you let him pull you into his arms, burying your face in his chest.

"I should have said it every day," he insists, voice hoarse.

You just sob into his chest and he runs his fingers through your hair, hums to comfort you.

"Can I take you home?" He asks when you die down to a sniffle, and you look at him, searching his face.

"Are you going to hurt me again?" You ask, voice soft and broken.

Kihyun feels like you've stabbed him in the stomach. "No. No, never, jagiya. I promise."

That's a lie and he knows it, when you love someone, you end up hurting them, even if it's in little ways. He knows that because he's loved before, and so do you, but he can promise that he will never intentionally hurt you, and that might be enough.

When you're wrapped in his arms on the couch and he's feeding you little sips of water he can't help laughing when you get the hiccups, you can be so cute when you're drinking.

He loves you so much it scares him, that much is still true, because he's thinking about what happens when the morning comes, if you might run back to your boyfriend, try to forget all about Kihyun.

He can't even bear to think of it, and he can't sleep even when you fall asleep on his shoulder and he carries you to bed.

He watches you sleep, off and on, even while he's trying not to think, because you're beautiful and he's missed you, and before he knows it he's worried himself to daylight, just lying in bed and scrolling through his phone next to you.

When you wake, you're hungover and you blink at him a few times as if you're not sure where you are and panic rises in his throat.

When you get back from the bathroom he's worried his bottom lip bloody, worried that you'll grab your bag and go.

You stand in the bedroom for a moment, as if you're considering that very thing and he sits up.

"You didn't sleep at all?" You ask, and he swallows, shaking his head. He feels a bit dizzy, he's going on 48 hours without sleep and he feels almost drunk from it.

He scoots to the end of the bed, reaches out to take your hand.

"Couldn't," he admits. "I was worried you'd leave."

"I should leave," you say, and he nods, a headache forming at his temples.

"Probably," he says, voice hoarse and cracking from lack of sleep and the tears caught in his throat. "Do you want me to beg you to stay?"

Your eyes widen. "Would you?"

Kihyun takes your other hand, pulling you closer, between his legs, moving his hands to your hips, looking up at you with wet eyes.

"Please stay," he begs, and buries his face in your stomach, kissing you there. "Please don't go."

You freeze for a moment and he thinks you'll leave after all, but instead you drop your hand into his hair, thread your fingers through it and he sighs, feeling like it's easier to breathe with you touching him.

You stay, all day, and he knows eventually you'll have to collect your things, end your relationship, leave his house.

He has a million questions about your new relationship and what you plan to do about ending it but he bites back every word, knowing that he has no right to ask them.

Kihyun knows that when you do go, even if it's just to make a trip, he'll worry himself half to death before you return, but he keeps his mouth shut. He'd let his words and actions control him before and it had pushed you away, so he'll deal with whatever concern he has on his own, communicate with you about it when things are more stable.

He doesn't know what will happen next, can't promise that you won't leave him heartbroken in the end, and he still can't sleep with how strongly he feels worry and fear, just watches you, pushing your hair back from your face as you sleep.

You're worth the risk.

Hyungwon

MAfter he'd seen you out and you'd waved at him like he was an old friend, like you'd never meant anything to each other at all, Hyungwon has an admittedly hard time.

It's hard for him to understand how you can feel that way when he still feels like he's drowning, like he's barely keeping his head above water, trying to avoid a tidal wave of emotions.

"Maybe she just keeps it to herself," Hyunwoo suggests when Hyungwon breaks down and tells him what happened. "I'm not one to outwardly show my feelings, and you aren't either, so maybe-"

"No. No, I know her, she's not like that. She wears her heart on her sleeve." Hyungwon insists, tone blank and numb, like the rest of him.

You do wear your heart on your sleeve, you always have, and it was one of the things he loved about you.

You'd been the one to ask him out, in fact, smiling brightly and telling him how handsome you thought he was, and he had been shocked but flattered.

He really hadn't even thought of you that way until you'd confessed, but it was alarming how quickly he'd fallen after you'd started dating.

You were just so bright and open, talkative in a way he had never been, and it was endearing.

You were just as bright when he'd seen you walking with your new boyfriend, just as sweet and friendly when you'd waved and smiled at him, and it was like you'd punched him in the stomach, taken all the wind out of his lungs.

You'd needed a break, that's what you said, and Hyungwon feels stupid for taking that at face value. He'd assumed a break was all you needed, been willing to give you space and hadn't forced a conversation or come to your house, even though he'd had the urge to do so, many times.

He wonders now if you'd met someone before you'd broken up, needed the break to figure things out and just...chosen someone else.

He won't even allow himself to voice that thought out loud to his hyung, worried that something might show on Hyunwoo's face that confirmed it. Hyunwoo was right about not outwardly showing his emotions, but his thoughts were often a different matter.

Hyungwon tries not to even think it, feeling like it's a betrayal of trust to even consider the idea that you might have been emotionally cheating, but he can't help himself and it spirals.

He doesn't sleep the first night after he sees you, and only manages a few hours the night after that, and so on until he feels like he might pass out at practice.

He's sent home and he feels like a failure, tears pricking at the backs of his eyelids when he lies on the bed and tries to rest, ordered to do so by the choreographer.

Hoseok comes to check on him, brings him food that he barely picks at, tries to cheer him up with joking around and putting on Hyungwon's favorite k-drama.

Hyungwon is grateful but he can't say it helps much other than distracting him for a few hours, which is as helpful as it gets these days.

He can't react like Jooheon has been with his breakup, going out, letting out all his emotions through drinking and clubbing and throwing shit around his studio.

Hyungwon's always been more low key than that, and he'd like to sleep the days away but he hasn't even been able to do that for one of the first times in his life.

On the third day, with only 6 hours of sleep in almost three days, he can't stop himself from calling you.

It's the first time he's called since you left and he half expects to be sent to voicemail so he's surprised when it keeps ringing, and even more surprised when you answer, sounding as bright as always.

"Wonnie! It's so good to hear from you!"

Hyungwon sqeueezes his eyes closed, feeling like they're full of glass from crying and sleep deprivation.

He asks to meet up with you and you say yes with no hesitation, agreeing to meet him at his apartment in an hour.

He cleans up frantcially, all his dirty laundry pushed under the bed, taking the dishes to the kitchen and stuffing them in the dishwasher without running it.

He manages to get his apartment looking halfway decent before you get there, and at least that is a comfort.

You look amazing, smiling at him as he opens the door and he wonders if he looks as devastated as he feels.

He figures he must, because your smile fades when you come inside. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," he says automatically, and then sits down heavily on the couch, rubbing a hand across his face and letting out a chuckle. "No."

"Wonnie, what is it?" You sit down next to him, close, and his throat feels tight.

If this were a few months ago you'd have curled your legs up on the couch, tucked your head onto his shoulder.

"Your boyfriend doesn't mind you coming here?" The words come out like venom, burning in the back of his throat. Maybe he's angrier than he'd thought, because he hadn't planned to mention your new relationship at all.

"What? What is that supposed to mean?"

Your tone isn't angry as much as it is surprised and Hyungwon looks at you, jaw clenched.

"I mean, if it were me I wouldn't like my girl meeting up with her ex at his place."

"Hyungwon, I don't-"

He can't even let you finish, more questions swirling in his mind and they just come spilling out.

"Did you meet him while we were together? Is that why you left? Is he why you left?"

"What? No, I left because-"

"Because why, Y/n? You didn't give me a single reason!"

He is angry, livid even, and he hadn't even realized it until now.

"If you'd let me finish," you huff out and he shuts his mouth, blocking even more questions and accusations.

"I just needed some time, Wonnie." You tell him softly, putting a hand on his knee, and your touch causes him to flinch.

"Time for what? To start seeing someone else?"

"No! Just...I was feeling like we were stuck in a rut, like you...like you weren't really interested in me anymore."

"What are you talking about, I'm crazy about you!" He nearly yells it and you giggle a little and he huffs out another breath. "It's not funny, Y/n, I've been going crazy!"

You blink at him again in shock. "You...you have?"

He looks at you, frowning and incredulous. "Yeah, obviously! My girlfriend dumped me for seemingly no reason and then I see you out with someone else and you just fucking...wave, like everything is fine."

You frown back. "Of course everything isn't fine. What was I supposed to do, chase you down and beg you to talk to me?"

"I mean, yeah! I would have loved that. You asked me for space and so I gave it to you but I didn't want to, Y/n."

"You-you didn't?"

You sound uncertain which isn't a usual tone for you, and Hyungwon takes your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Of course not. I love you, Y/n. I didn't want to break up."

"Why didn't you say that? When I brought it up you were so...so reasonable about everything."

He frowns and suddenly he's angry all over again. "Are you trying to say that you dumped me and got a new boyfriend because I didn't protest enough?"

"No! I just...I did think we needed space. I felt like you were so busy and you were pulling away from me and maybe if...if I let you miss me a little."

"A little?" He explodes. "It's been three fucking months!"

"I know, but-" Your eyes are welling with tears and Hyungwon is breathing hard he's so upset but he can't help himself from squeezing your hand again, taking in a deep breath to calm himself.

"You should have talked to me about it instead of-"

"I tried to talk to you!" You burst out, crying in earnest now. "I tried but you always blew me off because you had something else to do."

Hyungwon thinks back and he had blown you off, even thought he didn't think of it that way at the time. He'd really just been busy and he'd thought there would always be time later...

"Shit," he curses as he realizes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/n, I didn't realize that you were trying to talk to me about something important."

You sniffle. "It doesn't matter now."

Anger had been somewhat freeing, seemed useful in a way that feeling just heartbroken hadn't been, but now it drops down on him like an anvil, weighing him down, slumping his shoulders.

"I guess not," he says quietly. "You've moved on, yeah?"

"What?" He's looked away from you, not wanting you to see how hurt he is, but you take his chin in one of your hands to force him to look at you.

"Wonnie, no. I don't have a boyfriend. I haven't moved on. I was so excited when you called, I-"

Hyungwon stares at you. "Wait, go back. You don't have a boyfriend?"

You shake your head. "No, that was just a friend, we went to the new boba place together."

Hyungwon feels like something has broken loose in his chest, letting out a breath, relieved tears springing to his eyes.

"So...we could...we could get back together?"

"Please," you sniffle again, wiping your tears with the back of one hand while still holding his hand with the other tightly.

He pulls you into his arms, into his lap until you're laughing at how he's manhandling you, hugging you tightly against him.

He's so happy to have you back that he can't be angry anymore, at least not now. Later, it might come up, but he's willing to communicate things more effectively with you, especially after this misunderstanding.

As long as he has you, he can work through anything.

Jooheon

Jooheon knows he's a mess. He knows he can't go on like this, drinking and partying too much, calling you and leaving voicemails that you probably don't even listen to.

He knows he has to change the way he's coping eventually, but after three months, he can't seem to get it together.

He'll have a couple of good days and think that maybe things will be better, that he can actually do this, get through it without all the bad coping mechanisms, and then something happens.

Once, it's finding a pair of your socks under his bed. Once it's someone tagging him in an old photo of the two of you together on Instagram.

Both times, he feels like there's this hollow void in his chest and stomach, something he needs to fill but he can barely eat and it doesn't help anyway.

Not much does, but if he goes out drinking and dancing he can distract himself for a few hours, fuzz out his thoughts and pretend that he can deal with it later.

Now, it is later and he still isn't dealing and his friends are worried about him and you still won't talk to him.

"I know. I know, hyung, I'll do better," he promises Kihyun when the elder is walking him into his apartment, or well, carrying might be a better term.

The sad thing is, this isn't even the most inebriated he's been this month. This week, even.

He's fucking up so much at practice he's had to have a meeting with a manager, and that sucked, but what was infinitely worse was the subsequent meeting with Hyunwoo.

He'd expected his hyung to do his normal dad "I'm not angry; I'm just dissappointed," but it was worse than that, which he didn't even know was possible.

"I understand you're going through something," he'd said. "And I'll mitigate the damages from management as much as I can, but you have to work with me, honey. Okay?"

Jooheon hadn't been able to speak, sobs catching in his chest, and he'd had his twelfth emotional breakdown of the last three months.

Hyunwoo had hugged him tight and Jooheon had felt a little better afterward, like something bitter and viscous had been removed from his lungs.

That had been a good day, when he'd gotten food in him and some sleep, but the day after had been...not so good.

He'd been working on a beat, which was astronomical in terms of progress since he hadn't so much as looked at his studio equipment since the breakup.

The search history on his laptop was embarrassing (google "how to get over a breakup," "how to get your ex back without being a humiliating mess," "how many shots in a bottle of Casimigos), so he'd gone to the studio instead of working in his room.

He gets stuck on a lyric and opens up the browser and apparently the last thing he'd looked at on it (more than three months ago), had been your Instagram page.

He knows he should close the page immediately, maybe disable the wifi all together, but of course, he doesn't, because he's incapable of making good decisions after you'd left.

He scrolls through your page and sees a picture of you kissing the camera, your lips plump and pink with lip gloss and a smile in your eyes and that's enough to make him close the window, shut down the desktop and text Changkyun to see if he'll go out to a dive bar with him.

Jooheon remembers the first hour vividly, buying a round of shots for the bar and then others kept buying him drinks in kind and then everything goes blurry around the edges and Kihyun is picking them up, bitching about the late hour and how drunk they both are.

Changkyun makes it to his room without help but Kihyun puts his head under Jooheon's right armpit to get him to his room, complaining about how heavy he is.

"I'll be better," Jooheon mumbles, and Kihyun sighs, looks down at him with worry lines between his eyes and Jooheon hates himself, closes his eyes against the burn of tears and then everything goes blissfully black for a while.

He wakes up to the ringing of his phone, which is odd because no one ever actually calls him except for Jackson, who's been too busy to call much, and management, who definitely wouldn't call after midnight.

He answers it without looking at the screen and barks out a "What?"

"Shit. Shit, Joo, I'm sorry, I didn't realize how late-"

Jooheon sits up on the bed so quickly that the world spins sideways, clearing his throat, when he hears your voice.

"No, no, it's okay. What's wrong?"'

There's something weird rolling in his stomach, some complicated and conflicting emotions like panic and hope and worry, when you don't answer, a long pause.

There's music in the background.

"Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?"

"Yes," you say quickly. "Yes, please, I'll explain when you get here-"

Fuck.

He can't drive he'll kill himself or someone else.

"Send me your location, I'm coming," he says, putting you on speaker to schedule an Uber.

Jooheon doesn't ask any questions, it doesn't matter, he'll be there no matter what is going on, just looks down at his ruffled clothes and shrugs before heading outside.

Luckily no one else is awake to yell at him for leaving the house this drunk but he's slept some of it off, at least, and he can walk in a straight line.

He's hanging his head out the window, looking for you, because you've sent a street corner with nothing on it and finally he sees you standing away from a group of people.

You all but run to the car and he wonders what's gone wrong.

He asks the Uber to wait, gets out to meet you and before you can speak a guy behind you calls your name.

"Y/n! Hey, where are you going?"

He's obviously drunk, more drunk than Jooheon, even, and Jooheon narrows his eyes at him when he grabs your arm.

You widen your eyes and look afraid and that's all it takes, Jooheon takes a swing at him and catches him in the cheekbone.

It's not by any means a good punch, Jooheon's been losing weight and he hasn’t been in a fight since he was 9 but he beat the shit out of that kid and he’s planning to do the same to this guy.

Luckily for everyone involved, the guy yells "Ow!" and backs off, rubbing his cheek.

You give him a grateful look and slide into the Uber without a word and Jooheon follows.

The Uber driver raises an eyebrow but otherwise doesn't complain and Jooheon rates him five stars and gives him a hefty tip before sliding in beside you.

You lean over to whisper to him, "Thank you."

It's a lovely moment and you're so close and he reaches out to hug you but then you wrinkle your nose and flinch back.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you smell like you drank a liquor store."

He pauses and drops his arms, chuckles a little. "Not the whole liquor store."

He wonders if he's slurring his words, your face is going in and out of focus even though he's able to concentrate and stop the blurring.

He's more drunk than he thought even after a nap, and you're looking at him curiously.

"I can't judge; I've been drinking too. Not as much as you, obviously." You say dryly, and he laughs.

You're funny. You've always been so funny and a wave of more complicated emotions washes over him: fondness, longing, sadness.

This is why he can't keep his shit together, he thinks. He can't pinpoint a specific emotion to focus on, he feels everything when he doesn't distract himself, and with you close to him, it's so much worse.

"I miss you," he blurts out, and it definitely is slurred and you look up at him, the corners of your mouth twitching in a weak smile.

"Missed you too, Honey."

You touch his pinky with yours and it makes his heart race like he's back in high school. He can't help himself from twining his fingers through yours and you don't pull away.

He holds your hand the rest of the drive home in silence, his heart thudding hard against his breastbone.

"Are we going to your place?" You ask, but there's no uncertainty in your tone so he just nods.

When you arrive it takes him thirty seconds to get the damn door open because it's an unfamiliar car, not because of the booze, surely, and you giggle at him and it makes him feel on top of the world.

Jooheon has a memory, almost like a flashback, of tossing you on his bed, tugging at your ankles to spread your legs apart, just a few months before, and he clears his throat, can't look at you when you sit down on the bed, taking off your heels.

"Are you okay?"

You look up at him with a sigh. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you for picking me up. I know....I know things aren't great between us right now."

You look away and he wants to take your chin in his hand, make you look at him, kiss your pursed mouth, but instead he sits down hard on the bed next to you, bouncing you a little, your skirt riding up, bare thigh flush against his.

He looks down at your skin, wants to run his fingers along it, and looks away, blowing out a harsh breath. That's not what's important right now, how much he wants to touch you, how it's this longing deep in his chest, rising up his throat.

"What happened?"

You let out an "ugh" sound and plop down faceup on the bed, your bare feet grazing the carpet.

"Nothing, really, that guy just wouldn't leave me alone and I was there by myself so I felt kind of....scared."

The last word comes out small and Jooheon frowns.

"You shouldn't go out by yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. My friends were tired, though."

Jooheon nods slowly. "Yeah, my friends get tired of me too."

You laugh softly and when he looks down at you it's another flashback, his favorite rerun, you looking up at him from his bed with a fond smile.

He feels so full of emotion and so empty at the same time, another contradiction, and he's too tired and drunk to stop the words coming out of his mouth.

"I'm trying to be better." He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts, but thery're all over the place and instead he just keeps talking. "I'm trying to get it together, Y/n, but it's...."

"Impossible?" You ask softly, and his gaze shoots to yours.

"Yeah." His voice sounds hoarse to his own ears and he lies back next to you, leaning his head against yours. "Yeah, impossible."

"Me too," you admit, and he's surprised.

"Really?" He hates himself for feeling better that you aren't doing well. He'd had this idea that he was a mess while you were doing fine, since you wouldn't answer his calls.

You reach down to wrap your fingers around his forearm and the touch soothes him, makes him feel like things might actually get better.

"Yeah. Drinking and dancing and hanging out with strange dudes isn't as fun when you do it like, every other night."

"You been hanging out with a lot of dudes?" When you don't answer, Jooheon curses. "I'm sorry. That's stupid. I'm stupid, ignore me."

You laugh. "If I could do that, I'd probably be doing a lot better."

Jooheon frowns. "You have been."

"Not in my head," you say quietly, and he turns on his side to look into your eyes.

"God, I'm so happy to hear you say that," he breathes. "All I do is try not to think about you."

You sniffle, eyes welling with tears. "All I've heard is that you're out all the time, figured you'd picked up another girl by now."

Jooheon scoffs. "I'm a fucking mess, even if I wanted to pick someone up they'd be repulsed."

"You underestimate how handsome you are."

You're looking at him in a way he knows, in a way he's intimately familiar with, and all of him wants to close the distance and kiss you but you've both been drinking and he feels dismayed at the idea of your first kiss since the breakup being at a time like this.

"Y/n," he says slowly, but it's you who closes the distance, kisses him hard and needy, and he's powerless to stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

After a few long moments he pulls away, breathing hard.

"We can't do this right now."

You whine, pouting, and he wants to nip at your full bottom lip but he stops himself.

"If you still want to kiss me in the morning..."

Jooheon is surprised when you break out into a smile.

"Don't remember you being such a gentleman."

After that, it turns into talking all night instead of kissing, and instead of not sleeping because he can't keep from feeling all those complicated emotions, he doesn't sleep because he's talking things out with you.

By the end of it he's crying and you're crying and the sun is coming up and the alcohol is wearing off enough that he's getting a headache at his temples.

You suggest ordering breakfast but before either of you can make a move to do so, you're snoring against his chest, lying on top of him with your thighs around his waist, and what is he supposed to do? Move and disturb you? Never.

Eventually, you do get breakfast, and you talk more, seems like you've both talked for two days before you finally work things out.

It isn't easy, and with the two of you both being sensitive and emotional, it probably never will be, but nothing good is ever easy.

Changkyun (I.M)

For a solid week after you'd broken off the sexual relationship, Changkyun can't feel anything.

He's numb in a way that he's never experienced before, and it's a little scary but he has to admit it's better than what he was feeling before.

It doesn't help him get back into the swing of things, though, in fact it's the opposite, he's sleeping all the time and missing practice, barely able to focus in meetings.

After a brief period of crying to his hyungs and getting advice from them, he's gone radio silent about the breakup and everyone tiptoes around the subject, never even speaking your name.

Changkyun hopes that the numbness, when it fades, fades into moving on, since six months has gone by since the breakup, and three since you've broken off everything, even the brief reprieve he got when he was inside you, kissing you hard and dirty because if he did it softer, you'd push at him, tell him to stop it.

"That's not what this is, Kyun," you'd said harshly, the last time he'd kissed you soft and sweet, so he'd huffed out a breath and pushed you against the wall, left marks along your throat, and you'd liked that better, even if it made him feel hollow inside.

It was the only way he could be close to you, so he did what you wanted...until you broke things off, even physically.

"I can't keep doing this," you'd said after he was lying panting beside you, hoping you'd let him pull you into his arms.

He'd sat up, panicked, but you were already pulling on your clothes.

"Why? I'm not...I didn't ask for more..."

It's pathetic, he's pathetic and he hates himself.

"It doesn't matter. I'll always want..." you pause, stop yourself, grab your purse.

"Wait, Y/n-"

Before he could get any words out you'd left, and after a few desperate hours in which he'd bought a burner phone and tried to get you to talk to him, the numbness had swept over him.

As much as that felt better than being heartbroken, his hyungs didn't feel the same way, and did everything they could to get him out of his funk.

Nothing worked, until Jooheon coaxed him out to a house party of a mutual friend, where Changkyun nursed a beer, standing against the wall in the kitchen where he's people watching.

Things are pretty crazy, a girl dancing barefoot on a kitchen table, a couple making out against a fridge, a guy doing a keg stand.

He catches the girl on the table's eye after a moment and then all the air seems to thin in the room when he realizes that the shade of her eyes are a very familiar color.

"Shit," he curses to himself, chugging the rest of his beer and feeling like someone had thrown a spear through his gut, and you're climbing down off the table and if you so much as speak to him he knows he'll never feel numb again.

He makes it to the liquor table, manages a shot before you touch his arm.

"Kyunnie, please, can we talk?"

Your voice sounds so small and his throat feels full and he can't look at you.

"No," he says firmly, pouring himself another shot, and when a girl asks him to dance, he's so grateful he could kiss her.

When he catches your eye once more, he does kiss her, almost in a panic, knowing that you'll draw him right back in, and it's Jooheon who ruins everything, pulling him away by his shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing? Y/n is right there, didn't you see her?"

Changkyun wishes he hadn't seen you, wishes he'd never even met you at all, but it's too late now and everything's coming back up and he feels nauseous with it, with all the hurt and anger boiling back up in his stomach.

He looks over your head for the girl, finds her finally (he didn't quite catch her name, doesn't even quite remember what she looks like but her eyes light up when he calls out "hey!) and beckons her over.

Changkyun looks at you, finally, smirking, feeling some sense of victory, and your eyes are welling with tears and how is he ever supposed to feel numb again when he still loves you so fucking much?

He needs more booze, he needs to kiss this girl again, he needs something to keep it from coming back.

When he takes the girl's hands, you angrily wipe at your tears with the heels of your hands.

"So that's how you're going to play this? This is what we're doing? Okay."

Your voice sounds alarmingly flat and panic rises in his throat when you stalk away. He suddenly has tunnel vision, ignoring the girl he'd gone to such trouble to find and watching you weave your way through the crowd and when he loses sight of you, the panic takes over and he starts to follow you even as his brain screams at him to stop.

When he catches up to you, you're sitting on the kitchen counter with some guy's hand high up on your thigh and Changkyun wants to throw him across the room.

Instead, he pushes him out of the way, pulls you down from the counter, and you let him take your hand and lead you out to the balcony.

"I'm sorry," he bursts out, and why is he apologizing? You were the one who had left, cut things off when all he wanted was to be close to you, to get back together, and now you won't even talk to him.

"I tried so hard," you start, your voice reedy and shaking. "I tried so hard to fall out of love with you, Kyun."

The breath he takes in feels like broken glass in his chest. "I don't want you to fall out of love with me."

"You hurt me," you accuse, a sob catching in your chest and fuck, it hurts so much to see you crying, even after all this. "You said such awful things to me that night and I just...I don't fucking deserve this, Kyun!"

"You didn't....you wouldn't even talk to me, you-"

"You came and said all these things, like you loved me and that you were sorry and then you just wanted to fuck me and now you show up at this party making out with some random girl and I'm supposed to just....deal with it? Not talk to anyone else? I'm supposed to be home waiting around on you to booty call me again?"

He stands there, shellshocked, his mouth open for a moment. It's slow, the realization that it's how it seemed to you, that after the fight he wanted sex, of all things, when really it was just the only way he could think to be close to you.

"God, I'm so fucking stupid!"

Changkyun realizes he's laughing too late and you're trying to open the balcony doors but he puts his arms around your waist, hugs you tight against him and you're stiff for only a moment before you collapse, crying.

"You've got it all wrong, honey. I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry, for what I said that night, for everything. For being too stupid to realize how it must seem to you..."

He explains everything, how he'd thought it was the only way to be close to you again, that you were done with him, and rightfully so, and you stare at him for a long moment before you yell at him for being an idiot, and he absolutely deserves it.

He can't stop smiling, though, when you go to push at his chest and instead hug him tightly, wrap your arms around his neck, pull him down to kiss him hard, because it's not like the last time.

This time, when he bites marks across your throat it isn't because you're trying to keep him at an arm's length, but because he wants everyone to know you're his again.

#monsta x imagines #son hyunwoo x reader #shownu x reader #wonho x reader #lee hoseok x reader #lee minhyuk x reader #minhyuk x reader #chae hyungwon x reader #hyungwon x reader #jooheon x reader #lee jooheon x reader #yoo kihyun x reader #kihyun x reader #im changkyun x reader #changkyun x reader #i.m x reader #noonasinnetwork

[beomcoups]

Birthday Shenanigans

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:  husband!Jaebeom x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:  smut, fluff, marriage au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:  choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough sex, missionary, (idk the name of the position where you are being fucked in the air but that), pet names,  nipple play, impreg kink, biting, oral (both receiving), dick slapping (indulge me here), and implied squirting

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  It’s Jaebeom birthday and you two ring it in the right way.

You stumble through the door, barely keeping it together as you tug on Jaebeom’s jacket, pushing it off of him and throwing it on the floor. Your lips are pressed together, the inferno engulfing you two as you make your way to the bedroom. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” you smirk, unbuttoning your blouse. 

“Thank you, wife,” he whispers, pulling his shirt over his head. 

You slide your skirt off in a swift motion, revealing your grey thong, his favorite color. You opted not to wear a bra under your shirt, and he was aware of this fact when you met him for dinner later on after work.

“You are so beautiful,” he admires your body, not caring about the scars you carry. “I’m lucky to be yours.”

Your heart softens at his words, and you pull him close to you, falling back on the bed as he takes over your whole body. His lips suck on the skin on your neck, leaving his marks along the way to your breasts. He cups them, taking one nipple and sucking on them with such care, your body on fire with the way he flicks his tongue on each mound. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan, your center already dripping from the electricity spreading throughout your body. 

“You’re going to be saying more of that,” he warns, leaving your breasts and nipping his way down to your center. You two make eye contact, and his pupils are dilated, the carnal energy radiating off of him as he rips your panties off of you.

“Those were my favorite pair,” you pout, kneeing your legs together. 

“I’ll buy you ten more,” he rasps, opening up your legs wider and attacking you with his tongue. 

He fiendishly eats you with a hunger that only he can satisfy, licking your sweet folds like it was his last meal. You cry out as he pulls you closer to his mouth, sucking on your clit and slipping his fingers inside of you. Your back instantly arches, your essence leaving a mess on the sheets as he finger fucks you into an orgasm, obsessed with you cuming on his face. 

“That’s a good girl,” Jaebeom cooes, licking your juices as your release hits you like a thunderbolt. 

He doesn’t let up, sucking on you until you are clean, his face marked with you all over him. He gets up slowly, shoving his pants and briefs onto the floor, his arousal on full display. He pulls you by your hair, bringing your face closer to his manhood, his scent making your mouth salivate.

“Can I please suck it?” You ask with pleading eyes. 

“Should I let you?” He teases, slapping his dick on your cheek. “You decided to not wear a bra in public, your nipples on full display for EVERYONE to see. Do you deserve to suck my cock?”

“No, sir,” you shake your head, your hand now touching his shaft. “Let me make it up to you. Please.”

Jaebeom loves it when you beg, and tonight was nothing different. He pulls your head back, looking into your eyes, bending down, and giving you wet kisses. His hand is on your throat, exactly where you like it. 

“I’ll be nice because it’s my birthday, and I love you,” he says softly, standing up and positioning himself in front of you.

You take his member, slapping it on your tongue before slurping on his head. His breathing hitches and you smirk, taking more of him in your mouth and sucking him in. Looking up at him lovingly, you increase your pace, moving your fingers down to your folds and rubbing yourself. 

“You take me in your mouth so well, baby,” he slurs, his fists clenching your hair. 

“Mmhmm,” you moan, feeling the ecstasy from rubbing your sex.

Jaebeom lets go of your hair and grabs hold of your face, increasing your speed and allowing his member to the back of your throat. You can feel his member twitch in your mouth, and you are prepared to swallow his load, but he unexpectedly pulls out, motioning you to lay on the bed. 

“I need to feel you against my body,” his need for you evident in his voice.

He lifts your legs up and puts them on his shoulders, shoving himself in and immediately pounding into you.

“Oh fuck,” you cry out, digging your nails into his arms.

“I told you,” he grunts, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he goes feral. 

Your breasts jump freely as Jaebeom continues his onslaught, your screams taking over the walls in your apartment. You reach and pinch your nipples, the sparks flying as your hard mounds are sensitive to your touch.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” he says, slowing his movements temporarily as he lifts you up in the air. He lines himself up with your entrance, thrusting into you roughly as you cling on to his neck.

You look into his lustful eyes and kiss him, your moans landing on his lips, the perfect music to his ears. Your stomach coils and you warn him that you are almost there,  your breathing getting short and your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“I’m almost there too, love,” his legs shake, his movements getting sloppier. “I’m going to fill you up, okay? I want to give you the baby we’ve been wanting.”

As if that was a cue, you convulse around him, shaking violently as you cry out his name, your nails digging further into his neck. He pumps into you savagely, his hot load coating deep inside of you as he shudders, laying you back down onto the bed. His movements slow, and he leaves kisses all over your sweaty face, making you giggle at how silly he can be after sex.

“I can’t wait for us to be parents,” Jaebeom confesses, leaving one last kiss on your lips. “You are going to be the best mom.”

You don’t have words to say; instead, you leave a soft kiss on his forehead before he reluctantly pulls out of you, heading into the bathroom. You hear him start the bath, and you get up, wincing at the bit of pain you feel in between your legs. Jaebeom comes out shortly, carrying you into the tub he filled with Epsom salt, washing your body before laying you into the tub. He climbs in behind you, shutting off the water, speaking to Alexa, and some soft music playing shortly after.

“Relax, my baby,” Jaebeom commands, massaging my neck and shoulders. 

“It’s your birthday. I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you remind him.

“Me taking of you is all I want to do today, and for the rest of my life,” he says, kissing the back of my neck.

You lean back onto his chest, allowing your body to finally rest before falling into a peaceful sleep. Jaebeom chuckles as he listens to your soft snoring, thankful to have you as his wife and excited for what the future holds. 

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[illneverrecover]

the interview (m) | jhs

➛pairing: hoseok x reader ➛genre: idolverse!AU, established lovers!AU, smut.  ➛word count: 403 ➛rating: M-ish ➛warnings: kissing, heavy petting, steamy makeout sesh with some implied smut. ➛summary: You had missed him - and his talented mouth -  so much, but you can’t help it. You need to know what that interview was about. ➛notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE AMAZING AND TALENTED ANA! 🖤 Here’s a little rude Hoseok to start out your birthday with a bang ;) I have a longer Hobi centered fic that will be coming out VERY soon, but for now thought I’d write a drabble about our favorite thing Hobert said during the GQ interview. Thank you for always being the #1 hype man, wifey extraordinaire, and the most considerate and thoughtful person. I’m so glad I got to meet you this year and I’m even more glad to call you a friend. Love you bb!  ➛tagging: @xjoonchildx​ the Birthday Queen! ➛song: One Right Now - Post Malone, The Weeknd

“Wait, why did you stop?”

He’s panting against your mouth, forehead lowering until it finds yours. God, you had missed him. He was only gone two weeks this time, but it felt like an eternity. 

“Because you haven’t answered my question yet.” 

He immediately frowns, eyebrows knitting together in an animated pout. With a sly smile, you slide your arms away from his neck and down his lean chest, only stopping to rest against the top of his pants. Fingers toying with the band against his heated skin, your gaze locks into his own. 

“Or I can stop, if you want.” You purr, stepping away.

“Wait, no!” Hoseok cries as he prevents you from dropping your arms, reaffixing them to his waist. His hips fall flush to yours, his hardness pressing into you and stealing the air from the room. He rolls his eyes with faux frustration, his radiant grin giving him away. “What question am I answering again?”

“The one where I asked why you told the whole entire planet that you take a shit before you start your day.”

His answering laughter is loud, head thrown back as it consumes him, and your heart thrums painfully in your chest. God, you had missed him.

Hoseok leads you towards the bed, dropping to sit at the edge as you hover between his open legs. 

“You’re the one who told me I needed to be more open and honest with my feelings,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press his lips to the curve of your collarbone. “I was just following your advice. The interviewer seemed to like it.”

His sinful mouth continues its trek across your skin, slowly sliding up your shoulder towards the pulse of your throat. Moaning, heat pools low in your belly, your core clenching at his touch.

He bites down and you gasp, hands digging in his hair. “I believe what I told you was that you need to cut the Aquarius bullshit,” you breathe, pushing him flat to the mattress. Moving on top of him, you slide your legs to straddle him fully, lips curling as his hands squeeze at the flesh of your hips. “But I’m glad to know you listen to me.”

Hoseok peers up at you, his dark eyes mirroring the need in your own.

“I’ll always listen to you.” He husks, wrapping a single hand around your neck before tugging you to his mouth. 

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[agustdef]

Love

Pairing: Johnny Suh x Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning: N/A

Rating: PG-13

A/N: This has been sitting in my Google Docs for like 2 months, so I thought it was time to edit it and let it see the sunlight. 

Tired was an understatement for what YN felt. Hell, exhausted was an understatement but it was the best thing that she could come up with to describe the feeling that plagued her.

For a week she’d worked hard for long hours and had little time to rest or properly feed herself. Then once everything was done she hopped on a plane for a fourteen-hour flight to Korea where sleep did not come to her. Or if it did she was awake minutes later and feeling no more rested than when she drifted off. By the time she got off the plane she was practically dead on her feet and had no clue how she made it to baggage claim, let alone the car sent to pick her up.

The upside was that while she was driven home YN finally began to drift off, it wasn’t as deep a sleep, but it was something. Not that she could even fully process that or find the time to care, the idea of getting a little rest before getting home was enticing enough. In fact, she’d deluded herself so much into not thinking about anything but sleep that she didn’t take notice of when the car stopped, the driver got out, or when he returned with an amused and concerned Johnny. Or when Johnny coerced her into wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck so he could carry her into the building along with her bags. 

His struggle to keep her backpack from sliding off his shoulder was the first time she perceived him, but that was short lived. Her body found comfort that she’d been missing as she clung to him and finally allowed her to drift into real sleep. It didn’t last long, but it was enough that when she opened her eyes they didn’t hurt.

Johnny sat on their bed with YN in his lap, her body facing off to the side. One of his hands cupped her face as he spoke to her.

“Baby, can you stay up for a little while? You need to shower and eat something.”

At that YN whined because that was too much effort, but a voice that sounded much more alert than she felt reminded her she hadn’t eaten much and hated going to sleep without showering after a flight. So, she stopped her noises of protest and nodded.

Despite the agreement she still struggled to get her body to move on command, but she tried her best. Focus was put on not having Johnny support her full weight as they walked to the bathroom and to help get her clothes off. Sadly, that took a lot out of her and if it weren’t for the wall in the shower and Johnny joining in seconds after getting her in she would have ended up on the floor. 

Johnny thankfully made quick work of cleaning her and himself before getting them out of the shower. And since showers often made her more alert she had a little more autonomy by the time they were done. YN was able to lotion herself and get her skincare done with little help from Johnny, which gave him time to do the same for himself. All of it left her on autopilot, so even slipping on her clothes wasn’t a task – though to be fair she merely wore underwear and one of Johnny’s shirts to bed. 

However, by the time her behind touched the bed and she grabbed her scarf to wrap her hair the small burst of energy she had depleted. Getting her hands to cooperate was hard and by the time Johnny returned with a tray of food she’d dropped the scarf for the tenth time. She leaned down to pick it up, but the action made her dizzy and the scarf slipped through her fingers the moment she grasped it.

“Fu…” she faltered, not having it in her to finish the word.

And that was the final straw because the tears fell immediately after. YN was so tired and so frustrated that she couldn’t hold it together anymore, not that she felt like she’d been holding anything together in the first place.

Johnny, the sweetheart he was, swooped in immediately after setting the food down. He grabbed the scarf off the floor, redid the ponytail she had her goddess locs in, then wrapped the scarf around her head leaving the excess hair to hang before covering it all with her bonnet. She’d shown him how she does it before, so he got it done pretty quickly and then was pressing kisses to her forehead, whispering softly about how she was okay.

Once she’d calmed or at least stopped crying, Johnny moved to feed her. Naturally, YN wanted to feed herself, but Johnny smacked her hand away and held a spoon of stew to her lips until she opened it. After the first spoonful the second came quickly and so Johnny interchanged between stew and rice until it was all gone. Then he made her drink down what she thought was water but tasted like some sort of citrus and something else she couldn’t pinpoint. She hated the taste and groaned about it once she’d downed it, but she was still grateful; the food had helped her a little just like the shower had.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Johnny simply smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead before collecting all the dishes and standing from the bed.

“Go brush your teeth, baby. I’ll be back.”

With her task given to her YN tried once more not to be a total burden and got herself up and to the bathroom. If she brushed her teeth for two minutes she wasn’t sure, but she was there for a long while and hummed the song she usually did to keep track of brushing time so that was enough for her. After she finished her oral hygiene with a few swishes of mouthwash she headed back to the bedroom. 

From there it was a clear decision to use the last bit of control over herself that she had to run full force at the bed and then let the covers consume her. The moment she felt her body relax like she’d been begging it to for almost twenty-four hours she was overjoyed, but she fought it. YN wanted to wait for Johnny and thankfully he appeared maybe a minute after she got into bed. His entrance was met with whining and grabby hands, which he laughed at and ignored to go brush his own teeth. That felt ten times longer than waiting for him to come back from the kitchen, but he didn’t waste a second more than he needed to and YN was wrapped around his giant frame in no time.

The mix of comfort from his bed and from him was the nail in the coffin for her and her body just gave up on consciousness, but not before she whispered something.

“I love you.”

Johnny pressed a kiss to her forehead before he closed his own eyes.

“I love you too.”

And just like that they were both dead to the world.

Upon waking up the next morning YN was disoriented and still tired, but much better than she had been upon arriving the night before. Not that she really remembered the night before, which is why she was so disoriented in the first place. Her last complete memory had been sitting in the van that drove her home and the rest of the night was merely fragments of everything that happened before she passed out.

However, her confusion didn’t last for too long once the smell of bacon wafted into the room. It was faint, but enough for her to realize how hungry she was. And that alone was enough for her to focus on what happened between last night and the moment she opened her eyes that morning.

She forced herself out of bed and regretted it the moment she stood on her feet, legs stiff and cold. However, hunger outweighed the way her body chose to betray her, so she took a few steps away from the bed and stretched out. First, her arms and upper body for a minute or two before working on the legs. The moment she bent her knees to squat a little she wanted to collapse into bed, but she pushed through until all pain and discomfort left her. From there she did a few high knees and held a lunge with each leg for several seconds to ensure she was good. 

Once she felt less like she’d topple over with a single step she headed into the bathroom. Sleep clung to her so after she used the bathroom she washed her face, though she didn’t go through her full routine. Cleansed skin and a bit of serum was more than enough in that moment. YN thought about brushing her teeth, but she refused to endure horrid tasting food for the sake of combating morning breath.

With all of that taken care of she headed towards the kitchen where the smell of good food was stronger and maybe her stomach rumble in want. When she entered, the reason for the strong smell was right in front of her, a plate of bacon sitting on the island along with dishes filled with other food. So, without thought – minus the one about eating everything in sight – she snatched a piece and shoved half of it into her mouth.

Though something akin to a moan of pleasure wanted to escape her lips, she held back and just munched on about three pieces of bacon. As she finished the last piece Johnny turned around with the skillet filled with eggs he’d been working on and nearly dropped the thing in shock of seeing her, but thankfully was able to steady himself.

“I thought you would sleep for longer,” he said, a pout gracing his lips.

That confused and amused YN.

“Do you want me to go back to sleep?” she asked.

More pouting ensued with that question and Johnny shook his head and opened his mouth to say something before stopping himself. He pushed the eggs out of the pan and onto a plate and then set the pan back onto the stove. Free of hot and dangerous kitchen tools he made his way around the island to YN, his arms opened wide for her to walk into which she did without hesitation. 

“Morning,” he said, the words muffled because his face was pressed into her bonnet.

“Morning.”

“You were dead on your feet when you got here. I hope you got a good sleep.”

Though her memory wasn’t whole she knew he was one hundred percent right. She’d been extremely tired before she got on the flight, so naturally it only got worse as time passed.  

“I feel better, but still tired,” she said.

Johnny nodded and then gently pulled away, though not fully. He tilted his head to look at her and the next thing she knew his lips were on hers. She embraced the kiss, enjoying the feel of his soft lips and when they pulled away a sigh of content escaped her.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’m kinda glad that the wrap date was sooner so I could come home already. Even if it meant a week of nonstop working.”

At that Johnny frowned and YN expected to be scolded, but then his expression relaxed and he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead.

“We’ll talk about that later. For now go sit, breakfast is done and you need to eat.”

YN gave a quick two finger salute and made her way to their dining area. It was thankfully in the same space as the living room, so she grabbed the remote as she sat down and turned on the TV and chose something randomly on Netflix to play in the background.

It took a few minutes for Johnny to join her, so YN ended up laying her head on the table trying to fight the tired feeling that returned. With her lack of motion and nothing to really hold her attention it was harder than she thought and by the time Johnny brought their food over she’d been halfway asleep.

“Baby, wake up,” he said.

YN sat up quickly at hearing that, but she was still somewhat asleep and needed a moment or two to try to regain her bearings. It took a few seconds and some light back rubbing from Johnny, but she got it together and was able to dig into the food he handed over to her.

Eating helped her a whole lot and she felt some of the tiredness and overall shitty feelings slip away. Well, it was the food, water, tea, and vitamin C and ginseng drink that Johnny ensured she drank every bit of.

When all was consumed she attempted to help clean up, but Johnny used his body to box her out and shooed her off to their room to change into comfy clothes. That brought on a million and one questions, but they were shut down before she could even finish them. And since she truly did not have it in her to push him she did as she was told.

YN brushed her teeth, did the rest of her skincare, changed into lounging around the house clothes and took off her bonnet – leaving her scarf on – before wandering out to the living room. 

Johnny was finished with the dishes and standing near the TV in the fifteen minutes she was gone. But what was truly shocking was that in her absence he’d managed to set up a fort in front of the couch and put blankets and snacks inside of it. 

The surprise left her with her mouth agape and eyes wide for a moment or two. That shock quickly turned to joy though and the smile that overtook her lips almost hurt with how wide it was.

“You like it?” he asked.

Despite time to process YN still struggled to find the words and could only offer a nod in response. The reaction amused Johnny and after he finished messing with whatever near the TV he took her hand and carefully led her inside the fort.

Once seated and wrapped in a blanket YN finally found her voice.

“What is all this?”

The question sounded dumb as she asked it and she expected a smartass reply, but when she looked at Johnny he was giving her the softest smile.

“We didn’t leave things in a great place when you left and though we did make up later it meant we didn’t get to go on that picnic we planned. I wanted to try it again, but this time in the comfort of our own home. Plus, you’ve been working really hard and I thought a weekend like this could be good for you. And this is step one to that,” he said.

The kindness of his efforts made her tear up and before Johnny knew it YN launched herself at him, toppling them and the fort over. She didn’t react to that though and merely pressed millions of kisses over his face and told him how much she loved him. Johnny didn’t seem to mind either, because he simply wrapped his arms around her waist and let her do what she wanted. 

A few minutes later she finally let up on her affections and pulled back a little so she could see his entire face.

“Thank you, baby,” she said.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

That caused them both to dissolve in giggles for a few moments before realizing their predicament, which was being buried under sheets and blankets. 

“Fix the fort and then watch Altered Carbon?” he offered.

That got YN to nod, giving him one last kiss before pushing everything off to free themselves from all the sheets. From there they rebuilt the fort – sturdier than before – and reorganized the snacks that had gotten lost during the collapse – that were thankfully unopened.

With their comfortable fort and new favorite TV show on they snacked, cuddled, and even slept in peace. Both enjoying each other’s company and the time they spent together loving each other.

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[bluewhale52]

The House by the River

Summary: You, your husband and his brothers are back in the In The Soop house. But what happens when you forget the one thing you have to do during the pandemic?

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, fluff

Rating: R - there’s a bit of a talk about sex but nothing NSFW

WC: 2.3k

Warning: setting during the pandemic, a breach of safety protocol, Yoongi and OC sleep naked, talk of sex, pregnancy talk ~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

It is a great idea, you have to admit. When your husband found out that he had two straight days of no schedules and no work, he immediately suggested going back to the house by the river, where he and his brothers had gone to for work and also for a time of healing and relaxation. 

You were so excited at the getaway idea, and although his six brothers invited themselves for the trip, you did not mind. Your daughter adores them, moreover you would have six very eager babysitters at your disposal. 

So that’s how you find yourself, on a beautiful autumn day, on a hammock and reading a book Namjoon has lent you. You hear Jimin and Taehyung back at the ping pong table, and Hoseok screaming gleefully at his toy aeroplane he has built himself. Sweet musical notes drift from the house; Namjoon and Jungkook must have gotten inspiration in nature and are creating a song together.

You hear the familiar giggles coming from the dock, and you close your book. Leaving the hammock, you head to the boathouse to meet the owners of those giggles.

Your little girl is smiling ear to ear, and shrieking in delight at Seokjin, who is carrying a bucket and two fishing rods- well, one fishing rod and a toy one. He has been regaling your daughter with stories of fishing, it was not difficult at all to get her all excited to be his fishing buddy.

“Hey baby,” you kneel as your daughter barel into your arms. “Did you catch a lot of fish?”

“Four!” She happily exclaims, wriggling out of your arms to pull Seokjin closer to you. “Look, Eomma!”

“She’s my good luck charm. Not Yoongi, not my painting, Min Soojin was all I needed to show these fish who’s boss!” He ruffles her hair. She beams at him proudly.

“Wow! Are we having sashimi tonight?” You turn to find Hoseok right behind you, peering into the bucket. He turns to your daughter, innocently asking her, “you’re going to help Uncle Jin and Uncle Kook cut the fish?”

Soojin’s face immediately turns serious, her smile all gone. “Cut? Eomma?” She turns to you. “We cut fishies?”

“Well, that’s how we get sashimi, baby.”

Her face crumples at your answer, tears start pooling in her eyes. “No, I don’t want to hurt fishies.”

The two men immediately bend down and soothe her. “No, no, we won’t cut the fishies. Uncle Hoseok is just joking, right?” Seokjin gives Hoseok a stare.

“Yes, I was only joking, Soojin-ah.” Hoseok cuddles her. “Hey, do you want to see the plane I made?”

Soojin shakes her head. “No, I want to take fishies home so you don’t cut her.”

Hoseok resigns to his fate. He knows now your four year old daughter will see him as an evil villain, out to cut all the fish in the world.

“Baby,” you coo at Soojin. “Why don’t you, Uncle Jin and Uncle Hobi return the fish to the river?”

Seokjin glares at you. You know how challenging it was for him to catch even a single fish on his last trip here, and on the day he caught FOUR, he can’t even enjoy one as a sashimi.

Hoseok on the other hand, jumps at his chance of redemption. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Let’s do that, Soojin. Let’s free the fish!”

Soojin looks at Hoseok doubtfully. He grabs the bucket from Seokjin and offers his hand to your daughter. She gingerly puts her hand in his, and her other hand reaches for Seokjin’s.

Over your daughter’s head, Seokjin whispers sharply at Hoseok. “YOU put the fish back.”

You watch them squat by the dock, laughing along with Seokjin and Soojin as Hoseok squeals in disgust as he picks a fish out of the bucket and throws it inelegantly into the river. After the fourth fish is back in the water, Soojin is satisfied and her mood is back to her cheery self.

You look at your watch. 5pm. It’s time to get your husband out of his makeshift studio. “Soojin, want to see Appa?” You call out.

“No! Plane!” She points at Hoseok who is winding his toy plane again.

“Go get Yoongi. We’ll look after her.” Seokjin offers, and you give him a grateful smile. It IS nice to have your husband’s band mates around.

You walk up towards the campervan by the upper house. Your husband specifically made the request for the van to be there. You knock on the door, and you open it only after you hear his gruff response from inside.

“Hey babe,” you greet him from the door. “It’s just past five.”

Yoongi stretches behind the laptop and all his equipments. Rubbing his face, he mumbles, “Already?”

You open the door wider, letting more sun inside the dark campervan. “Did you manage to get all your work done?”

Yoongi gestures for you to come inside. You step in, and sit next to him. “Wanna hear?” He offers.

“Of course.” You take the headphones from his hands. You love how he always shares his rough drafts with you, even before he shares them with his members. It doesn’t matter that you know zilch about music, he loves watching you reacting to his creations.

He presses play, and your eyes widen at the sounds filling your ears. You turn to smile at him, pride on your face. He returns your smile with his own gummy one.

You love this kind of moment with Yoongi. You don’t need dates at fancy restaurants or expensive gifts like big diamond necklaces. Just time with him, alone like this, is enough. He watches you bopping along to his music, and burst out laughing in embarrassment as you scrunch your face at his attempt at a high note.

When the song ends, you take off the headphone and kiss him. “Well, Min PD-nim, I think you have another hit there.”

“You say that to all my songs.” He brushes away your compliment as he starts packing up his things.

“Well, it’s true. I’m not just saying that because you’re my husband.” You stand and move to the door to give him more space in the cramped sitting area of the campervan. You report to him about Soojin’s fishing experience earlier while Yoongi is putting his equipments in the bags.

“So Hobi actually held the fish?” Yoongi chuckles.

You nod. “I regret not capturing it on video. It was so funny.” You open the door and you both walk towards the upper house. “OH MY GOD!”

You exclaim as you see the state of the kitchen. Yoongi curses next to you.

All the foods you have bought for the stay are scattered all over the counter and the floor. Packages ripped open, vegetables and fruits half eaten.

“Oh no, did an animal- or a pack of them- get in?” You lift a bag of bitten and nibbled onions. “They like onions it seems.”

Your husband sighs. “Guess we’ll have to go out for dinner then. There’s no way we can salvage any of this.”

You agree with him and start cleaning up. Shortly after, the kitchen is clean and free of scraps, and you both return to the main house to break the news. The members don’t seem to mind going out, Taehyung even suggests going to the burger joint he visited with Hoseok before. Seokjin and Yoongi decide they could stop by a supermarket on the way back to get enough food for breakfast and lunch for the next day.

And so off the nine of you go to the town for a burger dinner. Arriving at the small restaurant, you are shocked at how crowded it is. “Wow, the burgers here must be really good.” You comment to Taehyung.

He nods, licking his lips. “One of the best, Noona. You’ll love it.”

You smile at his enthusiasm, and also when he picks up Soojin to show her the menu board.

Then you realize something.

Your heart drops when you realise that no one, not a single person is wearing a mask. The staff, the patrons, and even you, your husband and his brothers, and your daughter, none of you is masked up.

You start to panic. Reaching for Yoongi, you tug his hand. “Babe, we’re not wearing our masks!”

“Relax, baby, we’re fine. No one recognizes us here.”

“No! Yoongi, not to hide your faces. The pandemic isn’t over yet and we’re not wearing masks!” You shout at him.

To your shock, no one seems to hear you, or even care that everyone in this burger joint is ignoring the most important safety protocol. You panic even further, and while making your way to Taehyung to take Soojin back, you feel something tugging the back for your cardigan.

You turn to chide Yoongi, thinking it is him who is pulling your clothes. You gasp when you find no one behind you. Not Yoongi, not Namjoon, not anyone you came to the place with. In fact, the whole place has become empty, but for a little boy standing in front of you.

He has feline eyes, much like Yoongi’s, and his complexion is as milky white as your husband’s too. He looks up at you with such innocence, and you kneel down to meet him at eye level.

“Hi,” you greet him. “Are you okay? Where are your parents?”

The boy continues to look at you silently, then he fishes something out of his packet. It is a folded K94 mask. He offers it to you.

“For you, Eomma.” He says shyly.

=======

You sit up, gasping out loud. You immediately reach for your face, feeling for a mask around your mouth and nose. Your fingers touch bare skin directly, which sends you into a panic.

You start to look around for a mask frantically, only to find yourself... in your bedroom in Seoul? And your husband is stirring awake next to you. You reach for the baby monitor, and relief floods over you as you see on the screen that your daughter Soojin is sleeping peacefully in her room.

“Babe,” Yoongi sits up next to you, voice still thick with sleep. “You okay?”

You place a hand on your bare chest. Your heart is still beating fast. “I just had the craziest dream.”

Yoongi reaches for you and pull you down to lie with him. Rubbing your back, he asks you to tell him your dream.

“We were back in the house, that In the Soop house,” you begin. “We were having such a good time, Soojin was laughing, the boys were all there too.”

You try to focus but bits and pieces of the dream are already forgotten in your mind. “And somehow we all went out for dinner, and no one was wearing masks, Yoongs, including us and I panicked I think?”

Your husbands hands are soothing you. “And that’s when you woke up?”

“No...There’s something else.” You struggle to remember. “There’s a boy I think, and I thought he was lost, but he gave me a face mask.”

Yoongi stops rubbing you. “The boy gave you a mask?” He sounds tickled.

“It’s a dream, it doesn’t have to make sense.” You playfully swat his chest.

He nuzzles your hair. “You dream of the weirdest things.”

You giggle in his embrace. Your naked bodies pressed closer as sleepiness starts to disappear, slowly replaced by something more carnal.

You suddenly remember something. “Oh my god, Yoons!” You push Yoongi away. He leans back, confused.

“What if that was a conception dream? The boy called me Eomma.”

Your husband looks at you as if you have grown two heads. “A conception dream?”

“Well, we may have conceived a child tonight, considering... you know, how many times you came in me.”

“Only twice but thanks for the ego boost.”

“I’m serious!” You give him a stern look. “What if we conceived a baby tonight, and that was my conception dream? Oh my god, how could my conception dream be of a boy giving me a K94 mask?”

Yoongi starts laughing. “And what do you think that would mean? We’re gonna have a son who’d become a doctor? That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

You pout. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

He cradles you back in his arms. You have talked with your husband before about giving Soojin a sibling. Your hand unconsciously moves down to your tummy. You and Yoongi have foregone all birth controls tonight, and you hope one of his swimmers has made it.

Yoongi strokes your hair gently. “You know, since you have the conception dream already, why don’t we make sure it doesn’t go to waste?”

His hands are moving down your body, sending sparks all over.

“I agree, Min Yoongi. You better give me a baby tonight. Just in case the first two times weren’t quite successful.”

Laughing, he rolls over to be on top of you, determined to get you all nice and pregnant by the time morning comes.

A/N: I actually had the dream OC had - minus the boy with the K94 mask. The fact that Miss Rona actually invaded my dream, that was just so crazy I had to write it down! And eventually it became this little piece of a fic 😄 Please remember to wear your mask, social distance and stay safe! 💜

Published 08022021

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[sugarsugarmoon]

Summary: Sunmi x reader

Genre: smut, pwp

Warnings: it’s smut.

a/n: for @btsaudge inspired by the outfit/performance from the above gif. Coming out of hiatus to be horny.

WC: 627

You lie on your back in the dark of your bedroom. You’re slightly propped up on your pillows. An annoying throb between your legs was keeping you from focusing on the show you’d been watching, so you’d picked it up and texted her. You had promised yourself that you weren’t going to booty call again, but here you were, horny and needy.

She texted back within a few minutes, saying that she’d be round your place within the hour. You are trying to stay cool now as you wait for her, keeping your hands occupied with anything but playing with yourself. But every time your arms pass over your nipples when you reach over to get the remote, a little jolt shoots down your spine.

Then there she is. Standing in your doorway, Sunmi looks effortlessly gorgeous. She’s wet from head to toe, her hair hanging limply over her shoulders. Her white Gucci shirt is see through and her shorts are pulled up high enough that you can see the swell of her ass.

“Get over here,” you growl, unable to stop the animalistic flood of lust that overtakes you.

She saunters over to the bed, slowly and deliberately. She knows exactly what she does to you, and you can see the smugness in her smile. She crawls onto the bed, swinging one leg over to straddles you. You grab her hair at the nape of her neck and pull her in. Your lips press together hard, tongues desperate and sloppy. You feel the water from her hair dripping down your fingers.

Your mouths move together in a tango, and you can feel the heat between her legs growing. You smile against her mouth.

“Would you like me to take care of this?” you ask as you slide a finger gently over her clothes crotch.

Her eyes widen, and she nods. You flip her on to her back and take a moment to admire how she looks lying there, ready to be fucked. You run your fingers gently over her breasts, sliding slowly downward until you reach the button of her jean shorts. You unbutton them then slip them off. She has no panties on, and you’re not surprised.

Your head dips between her thighs, and you blow warm air onto her folds. She shudders, and you smile to yourself. Your tongue slowly traces up her slit, from entrance to clit, tasting the slick arousal there. You take a finger and smear the wetness around, rubbing slow deliberate circles on your clit before replacing it with your lips. She moans as you suck at the sensitive bud.

You continue to work your mouth over her, licking and sucking while you sink your fingers deep inside of her. Your fingers curl up to hit her most sensitive spot inside, and you feel the convulsion of muscles inside her. She throws her head back, and her fingers grip your hair hard. Your lips form a suction around your clit while your fingers continue to work. Sunmi cums hard against your face, thighs closing around your head, back arching. She cums for a long time before her muscles finally relax. She sighs deeply.

You pop your head up, smiling. She is disheveled looking and panting. You climb up til you reach her mouth, gently pressing your lips against hers. You run your fingers through her hair and push it off her forehead. You plant your lips there, then you stand. She looks at you with concern,

“Let me get you a towel and some dry clothes,” you coo as you make your way to your dresser to get her some of your clothes.

You loved waking up to see her in your sweats the next morning, completely wrapped in you.

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[thebiasrekkers]

The Witching Hour: Fly with Me

Pairing: idol! I.M. x POC Female

Type:  One Shot

Genre: Smut, Idol au

Links: FAQ || MONSTA X Masterlist || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

WC: 2.2k

Warning:  Switch!I.M, established relationship, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], cockwarming, multiple orgasms, back at it with the Amazon position shenanigans [classic and kneeling], messydreamy sex, pining?? [he makes me wanna write poems and i don’t understand it. ;.;]

A/N : poem /spoken bolded words are mine. Moodboard by me. Again this mofo makes me flowery and fucking poetic. I don’t know why, that’s the vibe. So here’s another longer installation into this...series of moments. Wanna make your friends feel better? Write something for them. 

The Witching Hour - pt 1

Songs: Horizon - I.M.,  시든 꽃(flower-ed) - I.M

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A boy thinks about a girl that sets his soul ablaze. Thousands of miles separate them again, as they are want to do. The distance makes him frigid, unable to find warmth in the burn of the sun at high noon. He feels empty, void of even the most base emotions. He lives in a world of black, white, and brown alcohol with no ice. 

How do I see you?

Because the ice kills the burn, he wants the burn so that he can feel it. 

Strong. 

A boy thinks about a girl that sets his soul ablaze. The tapestry of the world passes him by as he travels to and fro. Faces are dark and bland, but he hears the sound of their jubilation. He hears the sounds of their admiration - for them. 

For him. 

Soft encased in steel.

His eyes are bright, nonetheless, as the flames of a performer burn within him. It races his blood, heats his skin, quenches a thirst now and again. But he misses her. He craves her. 

He wants her. 

Weary of the world.

A warm, sepia-toned vision fueled by heaven and hell. She gave him yin and yang. She gave him pleasure and pain. She offered, and he inhaled it as life itself. She gave him vibrancy, and he knelt at her feet. He prayed to her altar in the most earnest of ways. He prayed that she would continue to bless him. He prayed that she would continue to see that his world would be nothing without her inside of it. 

But yearning to find your place within it.

While inside of him - he longed to be inside of her. Complete and forgetful of the outside world, praying with her name falling from his lips. They sought enlightenment in the endorphin chase of their connected bodies. 

Beautiful to all but yourself

That was then - and now? Thousands of miles separate them, as they are want to do. 

Precious to me

--My Air--

Stop that. I can feel your mind wandering in my direction.

I see a goddess, regal. 

His phone vibrated on a desk in another hotel room. His eyes slid to the message that popped up across the screen. Lips lifted in the barest of smirks as his fingers swiped across the keyboard of his phone. He was writing sonnets, poems, and confessions. He erased them all, the overspill of his bleeding heart. 

And I am your throne.

--The Poet--

I miss you.

--My Air--

You always say that.

--The Poet--

I always mean it.

I am your gilded seat.

--My Air--

Kyun...

--The Poet--

Please. Come to me. 

“I’m so fucking selfish,” he muttered to himself with a bitter laugh. 

The phone was tossed to the side of the bed as he laid an arm across his forehead. The gentle patter of rain lulled him to sleep. He dreamed about random things, images of strange things twisted and warped inside of his subconscious. He finally zeroed in on the thing he wanted the most. Right before he could indulge in that wispy figure - his phone vibrated again. 

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes because he refused to believe the message - an address. He balked momentarily before grabbing a mask and his hat while shoving his wallet into his jeans. There’s apparent confusion on his face as he punched the button for an elevator. He was nervous and anxious by the time the Uber came around.

He bit into the tip of his fingernail as the ride crested into the thirty-minute mark. And then it was over. He was slightly outside the city. He paid the driver a hefty tip before stepping out into the rain. The modern cut of the two-story home seemed to loom ominously as he looked at his phone. He doesn’t care about the rain soaking him through as he texted her back. 

--The Poet--

I’m here.

Take your place upon me.

“So am I,” a familiar voice responds as the door opens. He’s at the top step, skin steaming as he reaches for her. He looks pitiful, letting the rain seep into his clothes. They stare at each other, erasing the world down to their existence. 

He claims her in a rush, breaking enough to lock the door. She pushes the jacket from his shoulders. He presses his wet body against hers, and he is whole. Their tongues tangle together as he dips enough to grab the back of her thighs. He maneuvers enough for the hat and shirt to be discarded. 

He was finally bare-chested, moist, and burning against the thin fabric of her t-shirt and flimsy pajama shorts. He could feel the heat of her against his abdomen. His fingers grazed through the soft coils of her hair. “How?” He ate at her mouth, teeth tugging at the sweet gloss of her bottom lip. “How are you here?” 

Her legs were locked with a vice grip at his sides. She shook her head, a finger placed to his lips. “Let me ease your burden,” she offered a dulcet purr of sound as he stepped back until his legs hit the edge of a bed. There was the scent of sandalwood and dragon’s blood in the air. A scattering of candles bathed them in soft light. All the things that called to his dark poetic heart. 

And face the world... 

He released her, letting her slide down the hard rippled planes of his body. He dropped to his knees, burying his face in the soft flesh of her stomach. His fingers dug desperately into her hips as he inhaled the scent of her. Her fingers ran through the wet strands of his hair. His fingers slid under her shirt, which she promptly removed. She reached for the waistband of her shorts, and he stopped her. 

She saw the hungry gaze in his eyes and let her hands fall away. She knew that look; he made sure she did. A soft smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. A fingernail raised the point of his chin. “Then make your offering.” 

He pressed his face against her covered heat. He knew there was nothing beneath these shorts. He could feel that wet spot growing beneath his lips. He ghosted over the pajama-covered imprint of her pussy. He knew its shape and its secrets. He opened his mouth and sucked at the cloth that kept him from that treasure. He pulled the fabric taut until it slithered between the lips of her pussy. He could taste her with each pull, his tongue snaking out to tease her clit. Sucking furiously until a wanton moan bubbled out of her. 

He yanked the shorts down while he leaned his back against the edge of the bed. He pulled her forward. That hungry took in the length of her body, a warm sepia tone glistening in the dark. 

And all his.

He palmed her ass, bringing her forward until his mouth was in a perfect position. The first tentative flick of his tongue had her thrusting toward his mouth. “Use me,” he said with another flick. “Take me.” The flat pad of his tongue pressed against her clit, sliding down toward the entrance of her sex. Trying to collect her taste, lewd wet sounds of his tongue stirring the slick that pooled. 

His cock was trapped in the tight wet fabric of his jeans. She settled over his face, looking down at him. He noted the look of possession in her eyes as she grabbed a handful of his hair. He moaned into her pussy, tongue out and stiff as she fucked herself on his face. A hand raised to capture a breast, fingers pinch tugging at her nipples. 

She switched from a slow, languid pace, steadily increasing as her pleasure built. He could feel the quiver in her thighs, the clench of her pussy on the tip of his tongue. She threw her head back as he pulled her forward. He opened his mouth wide to take all of her in. A rapid flick of his tongue and the sneak of a ring-studded finger had her crying his name. 

She fell forward, shaking as he pumped her through the explosion. He was sure he came in his jeans, and it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he was inside of her. She gasped for air, her body shaking as she moved to the side to fall on the bed. She heard the thunder in her ears, and she was sure it was the storm outside. 

It couldn’t have anything to do with how he ate her like a main dish. Her eyes felt like marbles in her skull. She leaned up on her elbows as their gazes met. He slipped the finger covered in her essence in his mouth again. 

Her head tilted to the side as he stood, her foot lifting to press gently into the outline in his jeans. “Take them off.” 

Head high.

He reached for the button, the zipper, their gazes still locked. The band of Versace underwear was barely in the frame before he sprung up hard against his stomach. He felt her eyes on him as he grabbed the base of his cock. It was as if his body wept for her attention. 

She sat up, leaning forward, her tongue swirling to collect the taste of him. His eyes rolled shut as she lapped at the angry tip of his cock. He looked down as those plush lips engulfed the head. He prayed he wouldn’t blackout as she tried to take him all in. “Baby, fuck, not like this. I don’t know if I can last.” There was mischief in her eyes as she moaned. The vibration had him curling his toes into the floor. 

Because…

It happened fast - she turned and pushed him down on the bed. She flung her leg over his waist. He grabbed at his cock, holding it straight. “You’re beautiful.” 

She rubbed the slick of her pussy against the head of his cock. He grits his teeth as she lowered in small shallow pulls. Her hands pushed the shiny crimson-tinted coils above her head. Looking down at his face as she sucked him in bit by bit, inch by inch, with each swivel of her hips. 

Changkyun was no small feat to take in. 

She knew that he could kiss her cervix open if she wasn’t careful. His hands slid against her inner thighs as she rocked him into her body. The squelching noises echoed in the dark space of the room. Then finally, she had him completely and totally inside. She settled down on her throne, utterly full of him.

She rocked her hips in a slow drag, figure eight. He growled, digging painted fingernails into the meat of her hips. She worked her lower body, mouth open on a soft pant. He was in the best kind of agony, ready to cum at any second. “Make love to me,” he says, strained. 

Because to me…

She lifts up just enough to get his legs on the outside of her own. She rakes her nails down his inner thighs; takes great satisfaction feeling him pulse inside of her. She smoothes her hands up the rippled planes of his abs, rocking her hips into him. 

And he feels it, the switch in position as he wraps his legs around her. He could feel her clit sliding across his shaft. He could feel the drip of her arousal down his inner thighs. She moves her hands behind his knees, rocking her body into him at a brutal pace.

“You’re so pretty like this. Letting me fuck you so good like this.” She moans, feeling that molten pool in the pit of her stomach—the electricity at the base of her spine. “Tell me something pretty….” She uses his words against him. 

But he can hardly think watching her fuck him. Looking up at her like the amazon that she is. Vital, beautiful to everyone but herself, and all his. He reaches forward, grabbing more of her ass, forcing her to ride him just a bit harder. 

“You are my Queen.” He moans, pulling her down to devour her mouth. His legs lock around her as pussy quivers around him. She feels like home, and he never wanted to leave. “Come for me….” He breathes against her lips. “Come with me….” 

Their bodies crashed together as their voices rose without care. Lewd, wet body slapping sounds, breathing stops and starts. He cries out first, arms wrapping around her, holding him close to her. He shakes so hard, scared this is a sordid dream, as he chants her name like a prayer.

The orgasm rocks her, blurs her vision, fills her ears with the sound of his prayer. She feels like she’s left her body, but he holds her. He pours his load into her; it mixes with hers, streams down her thighs, and creams his cock.

They pant, drained and spent but locked in a sticky embrace. 

He can’t hear anything for the first few minutes. Her hips still held him captive, and the tiny undulations were driving him mad. Finally, he cups her ass, pushing into her with two long, deep strokes.

He cums again and sees stars. He sees his universe stretch out into the crimson coiled halo laid on his chest. He softens inside of her, but he stays. The aftershocks of their lovemaking sent shivers up his spine. He pushes the hair from her face. 

He watches her bite her lip, lifts her gaze to his, and he’s reminded once more. “You’re so beautiful.” 

Because you are the Queen of my soul.

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[getitinbusan]

Strawberry Lemonade

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+

Even if you could decide, why would you want to? Both men were perfect in extremely different ways yet, your longing for both of them was beginning to feel greedy.

Pairing: Reader x Tae x Jungkook

Words: 3850

Warnings: 18+ threesome, MF vaginal sex, MF anal sex, MF oral sex, unprotected sex, swearing.

You weren't technically staff, it was a loophole that benefited everyone. While the crew stayed in coach, you were up front with Jungkook as he helped stash your camera equipment into the first class overhead. In 7 hours you'd be in Bali for a week in paradise.

"Y/N's sitting with me, she already promised." Taehyung pulled your hand towards the middle aisle.

Pouting, Jungkook popped his air pods in and took his seat.

It was a competition, pure and simple. Like a new shiny toy Jungkook and Taehyung both wanted you. Everyone knew and the game of one upmanship was getting a little out of control. But somehow, caught in the middle wasn't such a bad place to be.

Dim and quiet most of the plane was already asleep. Taehyung snored softly as you wiggled out from underneath his heavy grasp. You didn't want to disturb him but the days makeup needed to come off before you settled in for the night.

Taken by surprise, Jungkook stood with a smile waiting outside when you opened the bathroom door.

"I think we need to talk about something." He guided you back into the tiny room.

"What's that Kookie?"

His lips parted before he quickly pressed them onto yours. His hands were still holding your face as he broke away.

"I see the way you look at me and I think you want me just as much as I want you."

You loved being playful with Jungkook, teasing him was definitely a turn on.

"I'm keeping my options open." You wanted to sound taunting, but your hand slowly dragging down his chest let him know he was going to get whatever he was after.

His mouth moved over your neck as his fingers worked their way under your light t-shirt. His thumbs caressing the soft flesh just above the elastic of your waistband sent a gush of excitement to your panties.

"I want you so badly."

Pulling your pants to the floor he lifted you onto the small counter.

His finger slid into you easily.

"Does Taehyung get you this wet?"

"He's never tried. Should I let him?"

"I'm not afraid of a little competition Y/N."

His track pants came down with a quick tug and his hard cock sprang out. Stepping back towards you for a heated kiss his erection pressed against your sopping center. His length was more than you'd expected and you couldn't stand the anticipation any longer.

"Do you know how hard it's been to work with you for weeks and not get to touch you?"

Grasping his cock he held it straight to line himself up with your entrance.

"Uh huh," he nodded. "I've had to keep requesting baggy clothes to hide my chronic hard on."

He pushed himself into you letting out a long slow moan as his head fell back. Leaning into the mirror you pulled him in closer wrapping your legs around his hips.

Knees bent, he adjusted his height to pump himself into you. It wasn't sweet or slow, it was a mile high, hard quickie that had been a long time in the making.

Helping you down he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you while smiling. "I promise when we have more room i'm going to lay you out across a bed and make you cum so hard that mines the only name you're going to remember"

"That's pretty cocky considering you just spent the last 5 minutes only satisfying yourself." You straightened your clothes, "But I guess I could give you another shot."

You left him where he stood, red faced and pants down in the washroom.

Taehyung stirred as you layed out your blankets.

"Bedtime?"

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He hummed in pout, "Come back and cuddle with me."

He held up his blanket in invitation and you slid in beside him.

Settling in he was now wide awake and staring endearingly. "I really like you." He smiled brightly at his own admission.

You pushed his shaggy hair off his forehead. "I really like you too Tae."

Somewhere at 35,000 feet in dead of the night you found yourself tangled in lips and limbs with the soft boy.

Where Jungkook had left you wanting more Tae picked up the slack with long lingering kisses and slow moving hands.

His nimble fingers played at your entrance before he plunged one inside, "You're so wet"

Pulling it back out he raised it to his mouth and unknowingly sucked off the mixture of your excitement and Jungkook's cum.

"Taehyung, I want you."

"Yeah?" he ran his finger over your lip before he kissed you again, "flip over for me."

To anyone walking by it would look like you were spooning, slow movements and subdued noises would be the only tell. One hand expertly stroked your clit as the other held steady trapping the moans inside your mouth.

Jungkook sat the next row over listening intently to Taehyung's heavy breaths and the uncontainable whimpers of climax he'd drawn out of you. Mad at himself for his purely selfish attempt with you, he stuck his airpods in and drifted off.

With the group shots finished you'd called a break for everyone but Jungkook.

"You're up first for individuals handsome."

He smiled as the others turned to leave. "Where are we shooting?"

Slinging the camera bag over your shoulder you started to walk away. "Your room."

Once the door was pulled closed he swept you into his arms. "Is this my second chance?"

"We've got a job to do Jungkook, maybe if I get a good shot and we have some time I'll consider it."

He threw his hands up in defeat, "Let's get this picture out of the way then."

"Good, go get in your pool."

Taking your dress off you hoped the added incentive of your bikini would motivate him. Playful and sexy it was the quickest shoot you'd ever done.

"I think I got what I need." You pulled yourself out of the pool and set the camera on the concrete.

"I don't think you did. Not from me anyways."

Legs dangling in the water you kicked some towards him.

"Whose fault is that?"

He pulled his wet shirt over his head and tossed it on the deck.

"Mine, and I'm sorry. I just wanted you so badly."

His hands found their way to your hips and he tugged on your bottoms.

"A little help here?"

You couldn't help but laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck you lifted yourself up so he could slide them off you.

"Let me make it up to you?"

He kissed you, softer this time, more intently.

"How much time do I have?"

"About 20 minutes…"

He raised his brow accepting the challenge. "Then you should lay back."

Sinking to his shoulders in the water his face took residence between your thighs. "So beautiful," he said before sliding his tongue inside you.

It felt like heaven, you couldn't help but tug at his hair as his mouth strategically worked to get you off.

"Are you done yet?" The unfazed voice came from the doorway.

Jungkook's hands held your thighs firmly open when he felt you trying to instinctively clamp them shut.

His eyes flicked up at Taehyung.

"Almost, do you want to stick around and see what it looks like when she cums?"

What was even happening right now? reaching for your dress you wiggled from Jungkook's hands and covered yourself.

Jungkook's tongue now finding itself restless and aggravated poked angrily into his cheek.

He scoffed, "Thanks, I've already seen it. It doesn't look like you're going to get her there anyway."

Taehyung turned, ignoring him completely unfazed. "I wanted to see if I could take you to dinner after you're done working."

Jungkook was visibly angry, "Maybe you should stop monopolizing her and let her spend some time with me without interrupting"

"You two are acting like children, let me know when you're done." Getting up and grabbing your things you left.

Laying out in the sun as they swam nearby, they had unknowingly made a decision for you.

The waitress walked towards you with three frosty glasses on her tray. One was Red, one was Yellow and one was Pink.

“The gentlemen argued about which you’d like more, Strawberry or Lemonade.” She smiled, “they ended up compromising and ordering you a half and half.”

The condensation pooled onto the table as she set them down. Looking in their direction she raised her eyebrow at you knowingly, “Why choose one when you can have both, am I right?”

You'd always thought it had to be one or the other.

Taehyung was Strawberry 🍓

Classic, comforting, consistent. The sweetness of red stained lips and warm hugs that felt like home. Fresh air that made you sleepy while laundry hung on the line. Your Grandmother’s kitchen filled with memories and knowing you were safe.

Jungkook was Lemonade 🍋

Even if you knew what to expect, it always stunned you. A surprise tang that made everything feel like you were a kid on a summer day again. Bright yellow sunshine that permeated your eyelids making your body feel electric, alive and invincible.

But she was right why not have both?

The sunshine felt good on your skin. The decision had lightened your mind and as the waves broke on the shore you were lulled into an unguarded slumber.

If the whispers and stifled giggles hadn't given them away their shadows blocking out the sunshine through your eyelids would have.

"I don't know what you two think you're going to do, but you probably shouldn't."

Raising your hand to shield your face you carefully cracked your eyelids open.

Jungkook stood by your feet, water droplets glistening over his body.

"We wanted to apologise for yesterday." Placing his hand on the back of his neck his usual confidence wavered.

Taehyung laid down and pulled you into a wet bear hug. "We've decided to be mature about this, whoever you decide to pick we'll have no hard feelings."

"What if I don't want to pick, what if I want both of you?"

By the looks on their faces they clearly weren't expecting that as your answer.

"I don't need you to make a decision right away. I'm going to my room so you two can think about it."

Grabbing your drink you smiled and walked away.

Leaving the door unlocked you knew it wouldn't take long for their erections to override their brains. There was a light rapping on the door before the handle turned.

"We came to an agreement and we think that we would probably be okay sharing you."

Taehyung spoke while Jungkook stood blushing.

"But we want to know, how will it work?"

Jungkook cut in, "I think we need rules so we both get equal attention."

Walking closer to Jungkook you knew he'd been feeling neglected.

"Listen, sometimes one of us will need something and sometimes ALL of us will need something…"

You kissed his lips. "Right now I need something from both of you."

You pulled Tae in closer.

"You interrupted the other day and Jungkook never got me off. So the ground rules will come after I do."

Both their jaws were slack and they stood staring not knowing where to even begin.

"Are we good with this arrangement?" To help seal the deal you had a hand on each of them rubbing their growing bulges as they nodded.

"Can I make you cum first? I feel so bad about the other day."

Taehyung snickered.

"I don't know why that's so funny Tae, it's your fault for interrupting. It certainly wasn't from his lack of skill."

You moved your hand away from him and lifted Jungkook's shirt off.

"So, since I didn't get to cum because of you, you don't get to cum until Jungkook has taken care of me."

Used to be in charge, he didn't know what to do or where to be.

"Take your clothes off and sit in that chair, you're going to have to watch."

Jungkook undid the top of your bikini while you let the bottoms fall to your feet. Pulling down his shorts you walked him to the bed. "I need you to finish what you started."

Once again he spread your legs, however, this time it was a performance with an audience and he had a point to prove.

Making sure his Hyung could see everything he began to lay big soft tongue kisses over your excited entrance.

"Fuck Jungkook, I haven't been able to stop thinking about your mouth."

He was skilled. Between his tongue, his lips and his fingers your thighs shook uncontrollably. You looked towards Taehyung, he was watching intently with dark hungry eyes while stroking himself. His lips were parted and heavy breaths escaped everytime his hand moved over his tip.

"I think Taehyung wants a turn Kookie."

Jungkook didn't miss a beat. "He can lick my cum out of you when I'm finished."

"Jungkook, if you can't share you're going to have to leave."

He huffed, so used to getting his way. "You've only got one cunt."

"I do, and if you both want to stay you're both going to lick it."

Jungkook pulled away and flopped on the bed. "Fine, let me know when it's my turn again."

Dipping your finger inside yourself then running it around your lips you teased him, "Tae, do you want some?"

Taehyung grinned, his huge cock stood stiff and straight as he walked over to lay between your legs.

Dragging his finger through your wetness he slowly sank it inside you. Like he was starved he attached his mouth to you, his tongue dancing over your clit, slowly, softly, deliberately. Taehyung did nothing without purpose and his purpose was very clear.

"Holy shit."

Your hands reached to grip the sheets but Jungkook's thigh was closer.

He was staring, watching your face wrecked with pleasure.

"Please Kookie, I want you both so badly."

Shifting down the bed he filled the remaining space between your legs.

Taehyung coaxed him, "Not everything has to be a competition between us."

His fingers delicately opened you wide, "think of it more like choreo, working together."

Wrapping his lips around your aroused bud he sucked softly.

"Let's make this about her."

Their tongues worked in tandem just adjacent to your pleasure point. Their timidness could easily be mistaken for teasing if you didn't know how nervous they both were to be together in such intamacy.

"Please I need this," you couldn't help but beg desperately. 

Without looking at each other their tongues explored further meeting tentatively in the middle to combine their efforts. Inhibitions forgotten, the grander pursuit of ecstasy took over reason and apprehension. 

Their mixed saliva dripped down to where Taehyung's finger was circling around you seeking permission to enter. 

"Your ass is so tight, I'm calling dibs."

Sliding back up beside you he looked like a man possessed. Dark eyes stared into your soul as his fingertips rolled your nipples. 

He ran his nose up your neck and practically hissed, "Can I fuck it?" 

"uh huh." was all you could muster. 

Standing up he grabbed something from his shorts on the floor and moved back towards the chair. "Why don't you come sit on my lap?" 

You tugged Jungkook's hair trying to get his attention, "Change in position baby." 

He sloppily kissed up your stomach, over your breasts and his lips lingered along your jawline. His hard cock was pressed against your leg as he wiggled his hips in search of relief. 

His warm breath tickled your neck as he sighed, "I'm not going to stop until I make up for the quickie." 

His fingers slid inside you while his mouth latched onto your peaked nipple. Suckling as he pumped between your legs he whispered. "I'm want to make you cum so hard." 

The lurid sound of your wetness filled the air as your body squirmed in stimulation. "I'm gonna cum, don't stop, please …" 

His hand moved faster, your orgasm exploding, breaching its bodily confines as you cried out his name in satisfaction. 

Taking a minute to let you come down he got up, pulling you with him. 

Taehyung sat waiting with a smile, condom already stretched over his impressive cock. About to straddle him Jungkook turned you around. 

"You're gonna face me okay." 

"Okay"

He steadied you as you backed toward Tae. Placing your feet to squat on either side of his hips you lowered yourself towards his waiting shaft. 

"Have you done this before?" Taehyung's honey voice dripped into your ear. 

You nodded blushing.

"Of course you have my dirty girl." 

He pushed up and you pushed down, his tip sliding through the tight ring.

Your mouth open, and head back it was a painful adjustment. Jungkook stood staring at your breasts, your arched back making them sit pert on your chest. 

Walking closer, his cock stood pink, weepy and desperate for release while he stroked it. 

Adjusting your grip on the arm rest Taehyung began thrusting into the new more relaxed angel, deep moans rolling out of him like thunder. 

"Now you Jungkook." You pleaded, "I want you both at the same time." 

Jungkook's face was flush, overwhelmed with the scenario unfolding before him. 

"Just focus on me Jungkook, on how much my pussy is aching for you to fill it." 

His breath shook as he balanced his knees on the small remaining chair space. His tip, lingering at your entrance teased the wet folds driving your anticipation crazy. 

Waiting for his turn to jump in, he was trying to match Taehyung's rhythm like a sordid game of double dutch. 

In and out and in and out and oh god when he was finally in. 

Their dropped inhibitions along with the feeling of them thrusting into you in unison was almost too much to bear. Rubbing against your thin wall that lay between them, they must be able to feel it? Head to head their cocks pressing together in your sexual vice. 

The thought of their intimacy combined with their collective moans under you and over you made your skin shiver in ecstasy. 

 "Is this what you wanted? Both of us stuffed inside you?" 

Taehyung was eager with his words. Expletives and praise fell off his tongue in equal measure. 

"Once Jungkook makes that pretty pussy cum again I want you to finish both of us in your mouth." 

Jungkook was biting his lip, still fucking you with a determined concentration. As sweat built over his warm skin Taehyung lay back and wrapped his arms around your thighs. Pulling your knees back he spread you wider for his friend. 

"Lean in and fuck her deeper."

Ever the Maknae, Jungkook listened to his Hyung and ground himself into you slowly until he bottomed out inside your wet wonderland.  Your body shook with pleasure as your cunt pulsated, your second orgasam so close. 

Letting go of your leg Taehyung put his thumb to Jungkook's mouth. 

"Open," he commanded. 

Jungkook licked and sucked the digit until it was pulled hastily from his greedy mouth. Letting his hand wander to the space between you Taehyung rubbed the wet appendage roughly over your clit. 

It only took seconds, the sound of your own pleasured cries ringing through your head as the white lightning orgasm tore through and took over your body. 

Both men lay still enveloping you, Jungkook's face scrunching in concentration as he tried to discourage his own imminent release. 

Tae's soft smiling lips kissed the back of your glistening neck as Jungkook carded his hand gently through your hair brushing it back off your face. Hovering over your mouth his lips skimmed over yours, "Do you think you can finish us baby?"

You didn't have much energy but you nodded knowing that whatever was left you'd use it all to please them however they wanted. 

Jungkook stood and taking your hand helped lift you to the floor. Quickly throwing his condom aside Taehyung joined, wrapping his arms around you. Both men were attentive and grateful yet still acutely unsatisfied. Their lips and hands travelled over you appreciatively while their cocks stood begging for attention. 

Sinking to your knees their half moans half exhales spurred your enthusiasm to please them. 

Taking Jungkook in your mouth you could taste yourself all over him. Your sticky excitement was built up around his balls and you licked it off as he watched intently. 

Your hand slid up and down Tae's shaft easily with the lube left behind from the condom. They were equally thick and perfect, you couldn't help but smile up at them pleased with your choice to take them both.

"Fuck you're beautiful with a cock in your mouth." Tae purred while pumping himself into your grip. 

"Want to see what yours looks like?" 

He didn't have to answer, you gripped onto Jungkook and let your mouth take Tae. 

Alternating between them, rubbing and sucking back and forth they took turns having their way with your face. The breathing got heavier and they were getting greedy with your mouth. Gripping them both, your hands grasped tightly and pumped them until they were whining. 

"Where do you want it?" Jungkook asked urgently. Wrapping his own hand around his length he spurt his hot load into your open waiting mouth and proceeded to stand looking dazed as you turned towards Taehyung. 

"Are you gonna swallow that?"

You looked up with big eyes, mouth open and shook your head no while holding Jungkook's load on your tongue. 

A Few furious strokes later Taehyung came undone, filling the rest of your mouth with his salty excitement. 

Gripping your chin, his thumb caressed your jaw. "What are you waiting for?" 

Getting off your knees you stood to meet their gaze, swallowed and smiled. "Sometimes things taste better combined." 

The last day was quiet, you'd not spoken to either man since yesterday's trist. Bags were packed, passports were lost and located and staff scurried around making sure everything was in order. Your mind was left to wander. You'd hoped the lack of communication was from exhaustion and not embarrassment, you didn't regret a thing.  

Separate cars rolled into the airport and you stood by yourself not wanting to make them uncomfortable in case they indeed had doubts over what had happened. 

Deep into your twitter feed you felt a warm arm wrap around your waist. Jungkook smiled shyly, "I was hoping you'd sit with me this time. You know keep things equal." 

Walking over Taehyung raised his eyebrows at the both of you, "I have a better idea." He held out three new boarding passes, "I got us our own cabin."

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You watch him inhale then exhale in a slow tandem, chest rising and falling. The mask on his face supplies him with relief, til he takes it off and eyes glazing over. He looks over to you, smiling that broken smile of his. You go over to him, no sashaying or overconfidence, just plain you.

The two fall into this groove, this toxic routine of using to hide from reality. As you climb into his lap you grab the mask from his loose hand and bring it to your lips, inhaling. You feel the substance fill up your lungs and your head fuzzy up. You don’t keep on as long as he does, feeling aware still, just fuzzy around the edges. Changkyun laughs, hands pressing on your hips and making you feel higher than you are. “Touch me.” He says simply, voice low and wanting. You’ve never been able to say no to him so you do, touching his face softly. He leans into your hand with a small whine, head lolling a bit to the side. It’s intoxicating, the way he’s pliable like this. Preening into your every touch and move, wanting you more and more til he gives out. “More, touch me more.” Changkyun whines, fingers playing with the end of your sheer top. Complying you slide off his silk shirt. He moans lightly in response, drunkenly moving to help. You stare at his bare chest and neck, littered with tattoos, appreciating how wide his eyes are, waiting for you to do something, anything. You graze his chest with your nails, going over his nipples and abs, til you hit the top of his jeans. He arches into your touch again, groaning and abs clenching. Breathless you help him out of his pants, an urgency fills you as you rush to see how hard he is. How needy he is for you. In the end you can only get them over his ass but still open to the world, open to you. His erection is straining, bobbing against his belly,precum smearing it. You coo at the noises he makes, deep and groaning. After that it all goes fast, way too fast. Your leather skirt pushes up and panties to the side as you sit on his dick. No prep on your side makes him feel big, so big, but the previous display makes you wet and wanting. Gasping, the both of you, you start riding him. The glide and friction is delicious, and just like the fuzziness in your head blooms into your belly. The high makes everything blend together, hands, lips, tongues and the thrusting into your core. Have you came? Not sure every pulse from you makes your body vibrate and just want more. You’re sure you’ll get complaints the next morning but caring isn’t on your mind, just more pleasure ghosting over your nerves keeping you going. Changkyuns moans fall from his lips as he gets close, you can tell from his chest heaving. Your hand clenches the sides of his next and he knows he’s done for. A guttural groan comes from him as you feel the familiar warmth in your body. He whines for your soft touch again and you give in again, touching his hair affectionately. God Damn.

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"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s. 

Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks. 

Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions. 

"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided. 

"Thank you." You smile. 

"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you. 

"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling. 

The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again. 

**

Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party. 

"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying." 

"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle. 

"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks. 

Ouch. 

“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?" 

"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs. 

As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move. 

You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor. 

The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong. 

The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces. 

You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening. 

The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about. 

Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.

But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.  

**

Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.

The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup. 

Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him. 

"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance. 

"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous. 

"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile. 

 "That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you. 

“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa. 

“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers. 

"Why did you start whispering?" You asked. 

She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.  

Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body. 

Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you. 

"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred. 

"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun." 

"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours. 

The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.

After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you. 

You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.

You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again. 

You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real. 

The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again. 

He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face. 

He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said. 

“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him. 

He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you. 

“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.

**

Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him? 

You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.

After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge. 

You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it. 

Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open. 

“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.

You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her. 

“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.  

You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door. 

“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice. 

You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good. 

“You wanted to see me?” you ask. 

“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you. 

“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands. 

“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face. 

“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.” 

“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit. 

“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”  

“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before. 

“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks. 

“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles. 

“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off. 

“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun,  wrapping her arm around him. 

“I’m his fiancee.” 

#baekyhun #exo smut #exowritersnet #baekhyun smut #byun baekhyun #exo #exo writing #baekhyun writing #kpopscenarios #kpopscape #noonasinnetwork

[star-lemonade]

Voices

Pairing: Stray Kids Hyunjin x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 7.1 k

Genre: angsty, romance, smut, college au

Warnings: smut, angst, anxiety, anxiety / panic attack, thigh riding, reader has hair long enough to be grabbed and is smaller than Hyunjin.

Synopsis: Your friend drags you out to a bar where you meet the most handsome man you have ever seen and he is not interested in your friend in the slightest.

This is for @whipped-kpop-creators winter event, Fluff or Fright <3

Stary Kids Masterlist

Sujin texted you on Friday afternoon. Your phone buzzed on the table catching people’s attention in the silent library. The guy at the table on the opposite side of the aisle looked annoyed with his eyes furrowed. You picked up your phone with a burning face.

"Hey, you wanna go out tonight? :)"

She had never asked you to go out with her before. Maybe she wants to be closer with me? You and she had met at the beginning of the semester in a class and had successfully completed a group project. From time to time you had talked afterward but it was never anything deep; you talked about the class, how bad one of the two lectures was, and about assignments. Going out had never been a topic between the two of you though.

"Sure."

The past few weeks had been stressful for you and you looked forward to hanging out with someone. You could barely keep up with the weekly assignments, always finishing them just within the hour before the deadline. Every time you handed in an assignment, you had to rest for two days before you could even start thinking about the next one because you felt mentally and physically drained. It had also caused your anxiety to become worse. You overthought every conversation you had had, replying even the tiniest embarrassment in your head, but the worst thing was the worry that someone would notice. Talking to people was the easiest thing in the world, so why had you such problems with it? If someone would notice how afraid you were, they would think how weak you were. People must notice on some level, they gravitated towards confident, outgoing individuals; like Sujin. She was always surrounded by others, the center of her friend group, and new people were pulled in immediately. Today however it was only you.

You had spent an hour trying to decide what to wear, but since Sujin had not specified what you were going to do tonight, you had opted for something casual and comfortable. The sun had set and the cold was creeping in through the fabric of your jeans. You refused to acknowledge that winter was here already, but begrudgingly you has put on your thick coat and now you were grateful for it, at least your upper body was warm. It was 10 minutes before you were supposed to meet Sujin when you arrived at the address she send you. The side street was less busy and the icy wind had free reign, tugging on your clothes.

Should I go inside? But maybe then she doesn’t find me. No, I will just wait here. You moved from one foot to the other to keep them from freezing stiff, as you read the menu that hung next to the door. The place was a bar with a lot of different kinds of Gin and countless cocktails. Something about the menu caught your attention. Sujin, in your opinion, was more of a tropical-themed bar kind of person, but this menu with its dark background, elegant font, and selection of drinks did not fit with that image in your head. Maybe I was wrong about her?

Sujin was ten minutes late and you did not waste any time before going inside. The warm air behind the door felt like lava on your cold hands and you wiggled your fingers to get the blood flowing again. Maybe it would have been better to go inside earlier, but now the only thing you could do was rub your hands and pray for the pain to end.

Close to the door was a small cloakroom. The young woman behind the counter was dressed in black and took your coats to the back. When you saw what your friend was wearing, a small "Oh, wow" slipped out.

Sujin looked at you and smiled. The dress she was wearing was a dress to impress that much was certain. It end in the upper third of her thighs and the countless small stones on the fabric sparkled in the dim light. You were totally underdressed and she saw it too. Sujin scanned your jeans and fluffy cardigan before saying:

"You look nice too."

It was a lie and your heart sank, you should have worn something nicer than this. Now everyone could immediately tell who of you two was the wallflower, who had not been on a date for ages. A hard ball of anxiety was settling in your gut as you followed Sujin down the hallway to the bar. You hated that feeling.

The bar was dimly lit by the small lamps that hung from the ceiling, illuminating each dark wood table individually. A murmur filled the room, voices of the people talking quietly to each other. A lot of the patrons were older men in suits, ties loose, but with their business faces. It seemed like a place where important deals were struck over a glass of whiskey and you wondered why Sujin would want to come here. She walked over to a free table near the counter without checking if you were still following her. It was one of the things you disliked the most, being abandoned by people, that they just assumed you would follow like a good puppy like you were not important enough to check up on. It’s just what your brain is telling you, Sujin likes you, don’t listen to that part of yourself.

You slid onto the bench that formed a U around the table but Sujin was looking around the bar, searching for something. A thought occurred to you. She is not here to hook up with some sugar daddy, is she? As you had not talked that much about personal things, you did not know if she needed money or if she was well off. But why would she bring me here?

"Over here, Hyunjin!"

You jerked at Sujin’s sudden shout and so did the two older men at the next table. One of them snarled at her while the other just gave her an offered look and sipped his drink. A figure appeared in your field of view as he approached your table. You were still watching the two men at the other table so his legs came into view first. The dark pants were secured in place by a belt and sat a bit higher on his thighs. Under his suit jacket, he wore a dark waistcoat and a crisp white shirt. You were not sure if it was the jacket or not, but his shoulder to hip ratio caught your attention even before your eyes had reached his face. This was someone who was in good shape.

"Hi, wow, you look so good."

Sujin cooed from the opposite side of the table and all you could think was "oh fuck". The young man, Hyunjin, was gorgeous. He was quite tall with a delicate face and thick lips. Even though you had not looked for that long it felt like you were staring and your face was warm with embarrassment. It was the irrational feeling of not wanting him to know that you had seen him, that you thought he was good-looking because surely this was visible on your face. I’m gonna make a fool out of myself. If he sees me looking he will think I’m interested in him. Of cause, you were not interested in looking at him more or getting to know everything him that he would tell you. No, you were not interested. A familiar panic rose in your chest. You will make a fool of yourself. How can you blush just from him existing?

"What do you want to drink?"

The passive-aggressive tone in his voice was subtle but it still made you flinch, Sujin on the other hand did not seem to notice and squealed in excitement. You did not hear what she ordered because your inner dialog was louder. Quick, what should I order! I don’t know. But you have to say something, or they will think you are an idiot. A cocktail? I don’t feel like getting drunk. But it will take the edge off. True, but still. Maybe something simple?

"Ehm … a coke?"

Great, I even stumbled over this little sentence. You stole a glance put at Hyunjin’s face to see how you had been received. His glossy, dark hair was parted slightly to the right and even though it reached his eyes, it did not shield you from his icy blue gaze. The ball of anxiety and embarrassment in your gut was on fire now, it burnt and you felt the heat on your face too. His stare lasted a bit too long, but you averted your eyes and patented the table was suddenly very interesting.

"Okay."

With that single word, he left for the bar.

You regretted having agreed to come out to this establishment and contemplated leaving. The only things that held you back were the man sitting next to you and the fear of how it would make you look if you left now. Hyunjin had returned from the bar with your drink and a friend of his, whose name you could not remember for the life of you. Now that you had had a conversation, where he talked and you listened, for an extended amount of time, you could not bring yourself to ask for his name again. He did not seem to mind that all you did, was nod and occasionally make a noise that indicated that you were still listening. Meanwhile, on the other side of the table, Sujin only had eyes for Hyunjin, who sat next to her on the bench. She laughed at everything he said, gave him her best smile, and tried to make her touches seem casual. It was clear to anyone with eyes and ears what her goal was and you had a bitter taste in your mouth. Had she just invited you here so she could hook up with this guy? If that was so, why invite you, when she had so many friends? Despite all the people at the bar and at the table, cold loneliness washed over you. No one at the table was actually interested in you being there and it was draining all your energy.

Sometimes your eyes would wander over to Hyunjin and more often than not you were met with his eyes on you. Every time a small jolt of panic zipped through your body when you saw him staring. It almost seems like he is more interested in you than in Sujin. You almost shook your head at that ridiculous thought. No, it was just the fact that you could not take your eyes off him that must have caught his attention. He was pretty, the longer you looked at him the more good-looking he appeared to you. In the very back of your mind, you allowed yourself to wonder what it would feel like to kiss those bee-stung lips, to feel his weight on top of you, and to run your hand through his hair. At the same time, you were also intimidated by him. He was so utterly out of your league that you would be surprised if he would even remember you having been here tomorrow morning. No one ever remembered you. You are just a wallflower and will never be with someone like him.

The stagnant air in the bar and the fact that Hyunjin was blatantly staring at you now were having their effects on you. Your hands shook and you wanted nothing more than to get out before anyone could notice.

"Can you let me out?"

The guy next to you looked a bit annoyed that you had interrupted his endless string of words, but reluctantly he got up and you exited the alcove. The bar had an outside area, the backyard, where people came to smoke and you decided to go there first. Not a lot of people were out there today, which was understandable. The cold dug into your clothes like claws, sharp and almost painful, but it grounded your spinning mind somewhat. Everything inside, the people, the drinks, the chatter, Hyunjin, had made you want to curl into yourself, to hide away from everything that was depleting your energy. It had always been hard for you to meet new people but when you found them attractive, it was even worse. You were ashamed to say that you often fantasied about dating people this good-looking, not that you were really believing that it would happen, but rather as an escapist dream. Deep down you wished you could be a bit more like that dream version of yourself, free of crippling fear and more chill. Realistically it would be hard to get there. You crossed your arms in an attempt to preserve some body heat, but you had already started shivering, soon you would have to go back inside. If you were honest, you did not want to go back to the table and see Sujin wear Hyunjin down, just to be dismissed when they finally left together. You were sure she could do it somehow, even if he did not look super into her. Sujin was pretty and charming so there was no doubt in your mind that she would not leave alone.

“Do you want to come with me?”

The silky voice was so close and came so out of nowhere, that you almost jumped out of your skin. Hyunjin’s icy blue eyes were fixed on you with an almost predatory edge to them, as you turned around to face him, heart hammering in your chest. He looked at you like a piece of meat, but oddly it did not strike you a sexual. You had seen people look at you with desires but that had been different. You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry, before stammering:

"Go where?"

Maybe it was just the cold slowly seeping into your body, but his stare was both chilling and fascinating. You had a hunch what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth, but it seemed preposterous.

"To my place."

There it was, the thing you had secretly wished for had just sprung into existence. Never ever had anyone asked you for a hookup and a very odd mixture of feelings spun in your head; disbelieve that you had heard him right, excitement because you found him very attractive, cautiousness for he was a stranger and anxiety that you could mess this up and come up looking bad. Hyunjin took a step towards you and his fingers ghosted over your cheek, leaving a hot trail on your cold skin. A part of you wanted to take this opportunity, blow all concerns into the wind and do something spontaneous for once. It had been a while since your last relationship and toys were good and all but damn it you missed being with someone. Another part of you looked at him and could not help but feel inadequate next to him. Shouldn’t he be taking someone who is better looking than me?

"You are very pretty you know."

How can he sound like he means what he says when it’s obviously a lie? A shiver ran down your spine and you rubbed your arms. Hyunjin seemed to know that he needed to do some more convincing and he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Tonight I will do whatever you, princess."

You almost snorted at the nickname, but it also made your heart flutter. The fact that his warm breath fanned over your skin did not help either. He was so close that you could smell the musky perfume with a hint of sweetness that clung to his clothes. It alone made your body temperature rise again. You swallowed and came to a decision.

"Okay."

Hyunjin smiled. He had won this battle against your mind. You took the hand he was offering you and followed him back inside. His skin was scolding hot compared to your hand and shivered even harder when the warm air of the bar engulfed you again. At the table near the bar, you saw Sujin sitting still there but completely alone, abandoned even by Hyunjin’s talkative friend. Her eyes widened when she saw you cross the room, hand in hand with Hyunjin, but you could not see what she did afterward because you turned the corner and Sujin was out of view.

At the cloakroom you got your coat back and together, you and Hyunjin ventured into the cold night again.

On the way to Hyunjin’s place, you could only think about how cold and sweaty your hand was and felt sorry that he was still holding it. The moment you had left the front door of the bar, he had reached for your hand and had intertwined your fingers, almost like he was worried that you would just disappear. If your logical mind would have been working properly, you may have been at flight risk, but in that moment you were still trying to process that this was really happening. A really good-looking guy was taking you to his place for a hookup and it was not one of your daydream wet fantasies.

The building Hyunjin let you to looked a bit fancier than anything you had ever lived at, with its glass facade and stainless steel, angular handles. In the foyer sat a night guard, who looked up from his newspaper as you entered. Hyunjin nodded to the older man but did not slow on his way towards the elevator. The brushed steel box was indirectly illuminated with lamps that were installed on the ceiling but hidden by steel juts, their light just reflecting off the sides of the elevator. In the cold light of the lamps, Hyunjin looked pale, ghostly even. It washed out all warm colors and painted everything a dead blueish hue. The mirror opposite the door allowed you to look at check how you looked, not that it mattered. The cardigan that you were wearing under your coat did not go with Hyunjin’s elegant suit, it just seemed out of place and yet you were here together.

The hallway on the fifth floor lay silent and dark as the doors of the elevator slid open and Hyunjin led you to his apartment. You looked away as he entered his passcode and noticed how hard your heart was hammering in your chest. What was it that made you so nervous? To be fair everything that involves other people makes me anxious.

Behind the front door was a short hallway and you did not have time to look at the watercolor paintings on the wall as Hyunjin let you straight to one of the rooms.

His bedroom was tidy but also intimidating in a way that was hard to put into words. It was the composition of his neatly made bed, the modern lamps and the slid doors on his closet that looked like the person who lives here had everything figured out. This one room was the opposite of what your life felt like.

Hyunjin took off his coat and tossed it over the chair that stood next to the small nightstand. There was no rush in his moment as he walked over to the foot of the bed, took off the suit jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. A greyscale tattoo adorned the inside of his right forearm. Your brain needed a moment to figure out what the jumbled lines were supped to be, but from the chaos rose the image of flowers with withering pedals. Hyunjin sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at you who was frozen on the door to the bedroom. You were still wearing your coat, but under his gaze, you were exposed like he could see everything., from your insecurity to the fact that you had not opened for nice underwear. It was warm under the coat and you slowly pulled down the zipper to take it off. You looked around, but there was no hook or something like that where you could hang your clothes. Hyunjin just watched as you started to panic. Oh man, I look like an idiot and he is judging me. With no better idea and no help from the owner of this apartment, you placed the coat on the floor next to the door.

You felt his gaze on you in the worst way possible like he was silently judging your body, the scars on your skin, and a terrible thought bubbled up. What if I’m terrible at kissing. Oh god he is going to talk to everyone about how bad I am in bed, isn’t he? He is going to be so disappointed. It was hard to breathe now, hot and cold ran over your body, a sweat spread on your body. A panic attack. You had been on the brink of having one all day, but now you were so far out of your comfort zone that the thin wall you had constructed in your mind to keep the flood out was swapped away.

You closed your eyes and tried to look normal. It would be even worse if he knew that you had a panic attack in his bedroom. You tried to focus on your feet touching the floor, your nails digging into the palms of your hands, something, anything to ground you outside of the storm in your mind. The blood rushed in your ears and you could not hear anything else. It’s just a panic attack. It will pass. You breathed in and out. It will pass.

A hand ghosted along your jaw and your eyes flew open. Hyunjin had gotten up from the bed and was now towering over you. His hand bent your head to the left. and the last thing you saw was his eyes, heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide. He leaned in his lips touched the spot behind your ear where your head sat on your neck. You were frozen in place as he ran his tongue over your skin. He sucked and the weirdest feeling rose in you. Calm. The swirling deluge of thoughts, the doubt and the worry and the anxiety faded. The tremor in your hand and the burning in your gut were smoothed over by the wave of cool calm. Your breathing went back to normal. Hyunjin’s tongue and lips danced over your neck. The intrusive thoughts that normally plagued you had subsided until only the sensation of his lips moving against your skin remained. Your world had shrunk to this moment. There were no more memories that tormented you in the quiet minutes before you fell asleep. No more people you needed to impress. Nothing, just Hyunjin kissing your neck in his bedroom.

When he pulled back his eyes had a faraway look in them and his forehead sank to meet yours while his hands rested on your shoulders. It was an oddly intimate position, just barely touching but it was not something you just did with anyone.

A few heartbeats passed until he moved again to press a kiss to your forehead and ask: "You good?"

Were you good? You searched within you for how you felt and it was still this odd all-encompassing silence. The absence of the nagging doubts and repeating replays of situations was both a relief and uncomfortably unfamiliar. Still, you did not feel afraid or upset or anything negative to speak off.

"I’m good."

You smiled and a burst of almost manic laughter bubbled up. Life had never been this good before. An affectionate smile appeared on Hyunjin’s face, it was the first time you had seen him truly smile. He took a step back to sit on the edge of the bed and you followed instinctively, standing as close as possible without touching him.

“Tell me, what do you want to do, princess?”

His blue eyes had lost their glazed-over look and he was waiting for you to speak your mind. What was it that you truly desired? Good sex. It sounded so simple and yet with none of your previous partners had it ever been really good. There had not been a lot of them but the experiences had been similar; after they were done, you were not and you had been on your own in dealing with it. You had often been too afraid to complain about that before, now however you would voice your thoughts.

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

The sentence fell from your mouth and you were not even sure it was made any sense but Hyunjin hummed as if he knew what you meant. He leaned forward, never breaking eye contact as he reached out and when his hands touched your knees a jolt ran up your spine. The fabric of your pants was standing in the way of you feeling his hands on your skin, but it was also tantalizing like watching through a keyhole just waiting to open the door. His hands reached your hips and his fingers hooked into the loops of your jeans to pull you forward. When you moved to sit down in his lap you noticed the familiar sticky feeling in your underwear. With your hands on his shoulders, you spread your legs and sank into his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist. Just two hours ago you had thought it impossible that you now sat in Hyunjin’s lap as his eyes burned with desire, mouth hanging open in anticipation. His tongue ran over his puffy lips and left them shining, ready to be kissed well-nigh begging for it. If his lips look like this normally, how will they look after I kissed and bite them? oh yes, I want to bite into them. Just a little bit though. His hot breath fanned over your face and the tension between you was almost tangible, like a rubber band stretched to its limit, just waiting to rip. Without thinking your face hovered closer to his and the arms around your waist pulling you in. Your lips brushed his so lightly you were not sure that you had actually touched. He melted into your mouth, all bee-stung lips, curious tongue, and soft moans. The sounds especially made it hard to not simply grind down on his thighs. If he already sounded so good now, how would it be when he came? Would he moan in a high pitched breathy tone, or would he restrain himself and stay quiet? The thought of seeing him come undone was a huge turn on and you pressed your core against his lap for some friction. Without missing a beat his hands moved down and cupped your ass, squeezing it lightly, encouraging you to grind down on him more. You broke the kiss but just barely and your mouth hovered over Hyunjin's lips as you said: "I don't want to come in my pants."

When he heard the words Hyunjin huffed and pulled back so he could look into your eyes.

"Don't worry. Just do want feels good."

He left a trail of kisses from your mouth to your ear and whispered:

"I got you."

The three words should have sounded like an empty platitude, but on the contrary, you had never believed anyone more that they had your back. Your hands grabbed his waistcoat and you rocked against his legs. The fabric of your underwear would probably leave you sore but as worked up as you were in that moment you could not care less. Hyunjin stopped you, but before you could ask, he moved your leg so you were only sitting on one of his thighs. It was indeed easier this way. He watched intently as you worked yourself up to your release. Your movements became more desperate and quiet moans fell from your lips. His thighs were firmer than you would have guessed given his slender frame. It made the whole thing even hotter. The last few movements of your hips were restrained by your muscle stiffening in anticipation of the high that was about to hit you. Whimpering and moaning, the pleasure rolled over you as your body went rigid before the tension left your body and you sank against Hyunjin’s shoulder.

"That was so hot."

His soft voice tickled your neck.

"You look beautiful when you come."

Your face burnt with embarrassment but Hyunjin smiled as if you were the most precious thing in the world. It had been some time since you had been with anyone and this must have been one of the fastest orgasms you ever had, there had not even been any penetration yet. Hyunjin did not seem to care and his fingers stroked your cheek.

"I can't wait to see it again."

While you were still reveling in your afterglow, he kissed your neck, lightly sucking on your oversensitive skin. It was not fair that he was getting to see you come but he was nowhere close and that needed to change. There was no way you would leave without hearing his beautiful moans again. Your hands wandered down his front until they reached the hem of his shirt and the top of his pants. A hot curiosity rose in you, wondering what or rather how much you were dealing with tonight and your fingers traced the outline of him. Hyunjin groaned into your neck and his hand grabbed your hips tightly as you palmed him through the smooth, thick fabric of his pants. All his clothes felt expansive, the fabric of his button-up shirt, for instance, was not the thin crinkly kind that one could be at budget fashion stores, but silky smooth and a bit thicker and you loved touching everything.

When he pulled back to look at you, his irises were blown out and the blue was barely visible anymore. It was time to move on from here, you felt it and moved off his lap and lay down on his bed.

His hands moved under your shirt and pushed it up before he kissed your stomach. You took the opportunity and lifted your shirt over yours. The piece of clothing you really wanted to get rid of was your drenched underwear and Hyunjin was happy to help with that. Being naked in front of him should have made you feel exposed but mostly you were impatient.

"You are wearing too much."

Hyunjin smirked but started to unbutton his waistcoat. One button at a time, almost driving you insane with how slowly he did it. The good thing was that you could watch his slender hands move without it seeming too obvious. When he unbuttoned a button, the lean muscles in his forearm moved under his skin in the most captivating way.

His clothes landed on the floor and you got to see Hyunjin in his full glory. When you had first seen him at the bar you had not expected him to be more or less a skinny dude who happened to have a very handsome face and tallish statue, now you knew that you had been wrong. His arms were bigger than you had realized and the rest of his body was all lean muscles. Under his chest on his rips was another tattoo. The one was some sort of writing but you could not read it.

He kissed you and you hooked a leg around his hips. You were ready to feel him in you already. The wait was not long. He leaned back to sit on his legs and you watched as he stroked himself a few times. His lips were even more puffed than before. From the nightstand, he pulled out something foil-wrapped.

"Is the normal one okay or do you want a nubby one?"

You did not have the brain cells to answer some questions, so you simply said: "The normal one is okay."

He smirked and threw one of the packs back in the drawer. You watched as he rolled it on. It would be nice to suck that. Hyunjin crawled up your body and aligned himself with your entrance. You held your breath as his hips met yours. It felt good and you sighed. Hyunjin kissed you and you grabbed his hair so he could not stop kissing you. He hummed into your mouth as you pulled gently.

The pace he choose was slow and fluid. Every time his hips met yours he pressed against you, getting some needed friction to your swollen clit. You looked into his eyes. A bit of sweat had appeared on his forehead. He looked even more gorgeous like this. In your stomach rose the familiar feeling of your orgasm building. You hooked your legs around his hips and egged him on to go faster and harder. He groaned and kissed you. This was usually the part where your partner would come and leave you hanging. You were close again. If you could set the pace, you would come soon. His hips snapped against yours and he kissed you desperately. You moaned into his mouth as your whole body tensed.

They call it the walk of shame, but you were neither ashamed nor were you walking. At least it did not feel like walking but seemed to be flowing over the frozen sidewalks towards your home.

Hyunjin had held you in his arms afterward and you were sure he would not have let go if your stomach had not rumbled for food. After a quick shower you had to choose between two evils; putting your not-so-clean underwear on again or wearing your pants without underwear. Both options were not very appealing and Hyunjin came back from the bathroom to find you staring at your underwear on the bed.

"You want something clean?"

He is not going to offer me underwear from one of his conquests, is he? The thought was not fair towards him as there was no evidence that he brought people over all the time and even if, who could blame him? Good for him that he is good-looking. It was not women’s underwear that he offered you but a pair of small but very stretchy shorts.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, take them."

Hyunjin accompanied you to the only fast food place that had still open in the area and you both got something to eat there. As you inhaled the food way faster than you should Hyunjin talked and you almost did not recognize him. This smiling, bubbly young man was the same person as the intimidating dude you met at the bar earlier? Unbelievable. When you had met him you could not have imagined even looking him in the eyes, let alone talking to him for an extended amount of time, but here you were smiling and joking with the man whose bed you had just fallen out off. He told you why he had been at the bar in the first place, his family owned the bar and he was often there to help out behind the bar but was their management assistant. If you had not been so tired you would have talked to him all night, but it was late (or early) and you said your goodbyes. Hyunjin gave you a bone-crushing hug and you left him at the fast-food place.

The way home was taking forever and you rummaged your pockets for your earphones, but you could not find them. Your coat and pants only had so many places where they could be, still, they remained absent.

When you entered the lecture hall on Tuesday morning you had a feeling that you should not try to sit with Sujin. In your memory, she had not seemed very happy to see you leave with Hyunjin and you did not want to get into a confrontation with her. It was not like you had done something wrong, but still, you felt guilty like you had broken the girl’s code or something. That evening Sujin had wanted to get closer to Hyunjin but he had been interested in you, there was nothing morally wrong with you leaving with him instead, was there? It was not like you were in a relationship now or anything, Sujin could totally go back to the bar and talk with Hyunjin again if she wanted to. Despite your best efforts you could not confidently sit in the middle where she and her friends were. The unnatural calm you had felt with Hyunjin was starting to fade and your anxiety was rearing its ugly head again, so you slid into a seat at the back and waited for the lecture to start.

If your earphones had not been missing you would have listened to some music but without them, you resorted to scrolling on your phone. You had looked everywhere at your place for them but had come up with nothing and it was so frustrating, you did not want to buy new ones. On the other hand not listening to music was torture.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a moment and looked up. Sujin. She and two of her friend entered the row of seats and stomped towards you. Sujin’s eyes were narrowed and she wrinkled her nose as if she smelled something bad.

"Hi, Sujin," you squeaked. It had been some time since you had seen a bully but the way they ganged up on you, two in the row of seats in front and one next to you, was just like high school. The sight of Sujin’s crossed arms made you feel queasy and all alarm bells chimed in your head. You wanted to run and hide.

"Her?"

Sujin’s friend who names you had forgotten, crinkled her nose and pointed at you while sharing a look with Sujin. You wanted to sink into the ground, anything to get away from the three women and their stares.

"Yes, her. Can you believe that she left with Hyunjin ?"

A cold wave of dread washed over yours this confirmed your worst suspicions, Sujin was mad that you had run off with Hyunjin and not just because she had been left alone either. She turned to you and hissed: "I took you to the bar so I look better you dumb dumb but then you turn around and hook up with him? You little shit."

You swallowed hard, your throat was suddenly dry and you looked at the table, hoping that they would leave if you just did not react to them long enough. A humorless laugh broke from Sujin’s chest and a hand painfully grabbed your hair. Never in your life had a fight with a bully had been physical and it scared the living shit out of you. You were inexperienced in physical confrontations, against three people no less and you were freighted out of your mind. Your hand shot up automatically to prevent Sujin’s lackey from pulling out your hair. How could you get of out here? Maybe the Professor would come soon and intervene? From what you could see of the room no one was paying attention to you in the back row, no one would see if they dragged you out, and even if, who would care? The fear clogged up your throat and it became hard to breathe. No matter how hard you tried to inhale it was not enough coming in. Sujin’s face appeared before you with a disgusted frown. She wanted to say something but never did.

"Sujin. Fuck off."

The hand vanished from your hair in an instant and in the corner of your eye you saw the girl next to you back away. If words could slap people, it would have been these. The voice in which Hyunjin had said it was quiet but it still cut through the chatter in the lecture hall, like a whip. Under Hyunjin's freezing cold stare, Sujin pushed the girl next to her with urgency and they almost tripped over one another feeling from the figure looming over your shoulder. Hyunjin sat down next to you but his eyes followed the three women until they were back at their seats. He shrugged off his long coat and you wondered what he did here but you felt so shaky that you did not dare to speak yet. You had avoided a big fight but just barely, at hairs width so to speak. As soon as the coat was off, Hyunjin rolled up the sleeves of his jumper and rummaged in his coat pocket.

"Here. You forgot these."

With the softest tone you had heard in a while, Hyunjin’s voice was so different from the way he had spoken to Sujin and her gang. It was heartbreakingly sweet and tender as if he was talking to a lover and not someone he had hooked up with once. Your earphones had found their way back to you and you could not be happier.

"I was looking for them. Thank you."

The plastic of the earphones was warm from Hyunjin’s touch when you picked them up and examined them. The thank you was more than just for the lost piece of electronics, but also for the fact that he had saved, you from getting into a fight with the woman you had thought of as a friend.

"But you didn’t need to come just for this."

At the front, the professor set up their Laptop but Hyunjin did not move to leave, if anything he leaned back in his seat to sit more comfortably. You unpacked your pad and pens to take notes. Next to you Hyunjin’s eyes followed your routine of flipping through the pad until you found a blank page and writing the date at the top corner of the paper.

"The earphones were not the only reason why I came."

A card entered your field of view as you scribbled down the title of the lecture, you set your pen down and took it out of Hyunjin’s hand. It was black with golden and white letters spelling out his name, the address of the bar, and two phone numbers, one was printed on the card, the other was handwriting in gold.

"In case you want to go on a date."

You did not know what to say and just looked from the card to his face and back down. His arm still rested on the table as it had when he had handed you the card, and the tattoo flowers on his forearm were in full bloom.

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Ride Or Die

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boyfriend!Jongin (EXO) x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, established relationship au!, lovers on the run au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (both receiving), biting, foot fetish, doggy style, multiple orgasms, masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, nail digging, 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.6k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:   You and Jongin take on dangerous, thrilling jobs to fund your lifestyle, and tonight wasn’t anything different. 

𝐀𝐍: So I was listening to Kai’s solo album (check it out if you haven’t) and there is a song called Ride Or Die that I absolutely love. I’ve listened to it so much that I got inspired to write this. I hope you enjoy it! And thank you @sugasbabiie​  for looking at this once again.

“Fuck, the cops are here! We have to go now!” You shout, rushing out of the building. 

You and Kai hurry into the car, keys already in your hand as you turn the ignition while he holds the bags of money. You speed away from the bank, your foot firmly pressed onto the gas pedal as you weave through traffic. The blue and red lights from the cop cars are not too far behind, the annoying sirens blaring from its speakers. Your adrenaline is through the roof, matched with your anxiety, and you want to scream your way out of this scenario until you make it home. But then you look over at Kai, who reassuringly places his hand on your leg, encouraging you to stay calm and evade the authorities.

 He is your anchor in all of this, robbing banks and museums to fund your lifestyle. A year ago, you wouldn’t have thought meeting the love of your life at an art exhibit would result in stealing one of the most famous European paintings in the world, nor celebrating your success by fucking him on the beach after. You both crave thrilling adventures and the finest things in life, and you two are not afraid to get your hands dirty to make it happen. 

“They are gaining on us, Y/N,” Kai warns, looking at the passenger mirror.

“I know,” you grit your teeth, looking for a possible escape route.

The sirens are getting louder, and the outlines of the cop cars are now in your vision. You scream out in frustration, slamming your hand against the steering wheel.

“Hey, whoa. Calm down,” Kai commands, squeezing your thigh a little tighter. 

“What do you mean, calm down?!” You shout at him. “They are almost on to us.”

“Make a turn right there and get on the freeway,” he points towards the right.

Seeing the freeway sign, you speed ahead to make it just as the street light turns red. You look in your rearview mirror and let out a sigh of relief as the police cars are further away from your view. You look over at Kai, and he is staring at you, with soft eyes full of concern. 

“I’m okay, Kai,” you wave off his concern. “That was just a close one, that’s all.”

“I just never seen you lose control like that,” he mentions, taking the ski mask off of his face. 

“I was just frazzled,” you admit. “ We’ve never been in a position where we almost got caught.”

He nods, looking into the bags and counting the money, and looking over the jewelry we stole from the deposit boxes. You get off a couple of exits later, pulling into a dark alley and turning the ignition off of the car. You hide the getaway car under a car cover, Kai electing to drive as you switch to your regular car and make your way to your house on the hills. The thrill of almost being caught and getting away with money and jewels creeps up and excites you, a slow burn forming inside of you, ready to be unleashed. You look over at him, his veins popping out of his right arm as he has his hand firmly on the wheel, focused on the road. You want nothing more than to make him pull over and fuck him in the driver’s seat, but you have a better idea. 

Shortly after, you pull into the driveway of your two-story home, kicking off your shoes as soon as you walk into the door. Kai follows behind you, cupping your ass as he heads upstairs. Your center is already melting from his touch, and you have a need that only he can fix. You make your way upstairs to your spacious bedroom, finding Kai pouring all of the money and jewels on the bed, overlooking our haul of the night.

“We did good tonight,” he comments, holding a diamond necklace in his hands. 

“I see,” you say, unbuttoning your shirt.

Kai cocks an eyebrow and smirks, palming the growing bulge in his pants. 

“What are you doing?” he asks slowly, his eyes going dark from lust.

“You know what I’m doing,” you respond shortly, throwing your shirt at him. 

You jump on him, and he catches you mid-air, kissing you ravenously as you unhook your bra. He squeezes your ass in his big hands, holding onto you steadily as you suck on his bottom lip, earning a moan out of him.

“I am going to fuck the shit out of you,” he growls, throwing you onto the bed. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you quip, sliding off your pants and panties. 

You playfully throw them at him, and Kai smirks, getting on his knees and kissing your toes. You bite back a moan as he works his lips up to your legs, leaving small bites on your thighs. Your nectar is already dripping, anticipating the assault Kai is going to do to your clit. He pauses, opening your legs wider and admiring the view that’s in front of him. He slips a finger inside of you and slowly takes it out, eagerly sucking the sweetness that came from you. 

“Please, Kai,” you beg. “I need you.”

“Do you now?” he chuckles, placing his head on your thigh, face to face with your brimming sweet core.

“Yes,” you nod frantically, eager to feel his tongue in your insides. “Taste me please-”

You are cut off with your gasp as his lips ravenously kiss your center, electricity souring in between your legs. You rake your hands through his hair, gripping on it tightly as he hungrily eats you alive. You grind against his face, your moans getting louder as he sucks on you harder, sending vibrations through your thighs. You look up and see white stars, signaling your release as you scream his name, pulling on his hair tighter. You cum in his mouth, and he doesn’t let up, licking up your juices in a carnal state of mind as your legs quiver from the shockwave of your orgasm.

“Cum again. I’m still hungry,” Kai commands, slipping two fingers inside of you.

He pushes your legs wider, his eyes never leaving your sweet nectar as he thrusts his long fingers in and out of you. Your legs are shaking, and you are a whimpering mess, but you are taken back to that blissful state, now tongue fucking you into another orgasm.

“You are the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he remarks, licking his fingers clean of your juices. 

Your breathing is rigid, and you still see white stars in your vision, but your body’s craving for Kai supersedes anything else you are feeling. You hear him undo his pants, and you sit up to his exposed thick member already glistening with precum. You crawl on the bed, catlike, towards him, pulling him closer to your face.  You lean forward and lick him from base to tip before taking him whole. 

“Fuck!” Kai lets out a throaty groan as you suck on his head gently.

You start bobbing your head, creating a rhythm as you hungrily suck his dick. His hands grab ahold of your hair, helping you move along his thick shaft, drips of saliva coming out of the corners of your mouth. You lean in further, allowing his length to hit the back of your throat as he roughly fucks your face. You look up at him, his eyes closed and mouth parted, singing songs of praise as you pick up the speed. You swirl your tongue and moan, sending vibrations along his thick cock. You feel him hardening, and you smirk, knowing that his release is about to come soon.

“Oh no, you don’t Y/N,” he grunts, pulling himself out of your mouth. “Turn over now.”

You turn around swiftly, your back arched and your ass in the air as he bends down and enters you from behind. You both groan in unison, his member filling perfectly into your tight hole. His movements are rough, his nails digging into your skin, and he pounds into you with such vulgarity, almost immediately sending you over the edge. 

“I love the way you feel around my dick,” Kai moans, lifting one of your legs midway. “I want you to touch yourself while I’m fucking you.”

You do as you're told, rubbing your clit voraciously as he feverishly increases his speed, skin slapping noises filling up your spacious bedroom. You can feel the sweat dripping from his face, and it turns you on more, your stomach coiling as you reach your peak. Without warning, he pushes your head into the bed, dollar bills covering your face as he continues his onslaught. Your hands are grasping to whatever you can find, losing control as you convulse around him, screaming his name.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He exclaims before shortly reaching his own release, flooding himself into you. He thrusts through both of your peaks before slowly pulling out, collapsing next to you on the bed.

“I don’t know what it is about robbing banks and the way you look at me, but it makes me want you every time,” you breathe heavily.

Kai looks up at you and smiles, leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe it's the thrill?” he suggests, his hands rubbing you back.

“Mmmm, maybe,” you say groggily, your eyes now closed.

He gets up and slaps your ass, saying he was getting into the shower. Your body doesn’t allow you to move from your position, and instead, you fall asleep, still lying on piles of money and jewels. 

Kai comes out moments later, finding you snoring softly on the bed. He chuckles, retrieving a rag with soap and a towel, wiping you down without waking you up. Kai carefully puts the money and jewelry away, moving you to the other side of the bed and snuggling you into the covers. He admires your peaceful state, kissing your forehead before laying next to you.  

“I love you, my ride or die,” he whispers, holding you in his arms. “I’ll always be there.”

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forever young pt 2 (m)|ot7 bts

➛pairing: zombie!BTS x scientist!reader // side focus Seokjin x reader ➛genre: zombie!AU, apocalypse!AU, technically idolverse!AU, loosely inspired by Warm Bodies. Humor, action, eventual smut ➛word count: 3397 ➛rating: M ➛warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, descriptions of gore (hopefully not too graphic), mentions of death, cursing, dubious science, poorly timed jokes. will add to warnings as additional chapters come out. ➛summary: Creating the world’s first immortality serum has been your greatest scientific feat - until it was stolen and sold on the black market. Oh, and also it turned whomever injected with it into the living undead. Whoops. ➛notes: I’m kinda embarrassed at how long it took me to get out a part two, but life has been in the way. Between moving, career woes, and flying to L.A. for Permission to Dance, it’s been a crazy few months. I originally planned for this installment to be a bit longer, but with how I have the scenes broken up, it was going to end up being a monster - so I decided to split it. This means either a long third chapter, or mayhaps a 4th chapter (or an epilogue) to wrap up the story. This is edited, but unbeta’d, because I need instant gratification. Thank you to my possum clique for motivating me and basically being the main reason I got this done. You guys are the absolute best. 🖤 Also, bonus points to anyone who picks up on who Dr. Choi and subject A3 are based on. I was a bit in my mysme feels while working on this. 😉   ➛tagging: @erotikkook (from the fic exchange!), @ditttiii​ @thatlongspringnight​  ➛song: Have We Met Before - Sarah Barrios and Eric Nam & Epilogue: Young Forever - BTS

Ch.1

“So what have we learned about the undead?”

Dr. Choi nods excitedly before moving into the center of the conference room, eyes bright. “So much, actually. We were able to get several samples to come back with us for research purposes - some of them even came voluntarily,”

The director's eyebrows furrow as he glares at the young doctor. “What do you mean, ‘voluntarily’? This is an outbreak - they are all mindless, flesh eating-”

“But they aren’t! That’s what I’m here to explain.” Dr. Choi interrupts. 

The director looks irritated at the chastising, but doesn’t speak on it. “Continue, then.”

Now that he knows he has everyone’s focus, Dr. Choi begins to speak. You try to pay attention to what he was saying, but honestly find yourself distracted by his appearance. He was truly selling the ‘mad scientist’ aesthetic; fire engine red hair shining and disheveled, neon yellow and grey striped glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He was young - probably younger than you, though you’ve never confirmed - but his reputation as a researcher had preceded him. He was supposedly a genius. 

By the time you refocus, he’s in the middle of a spiel. “-we’ve found three types so far, though we’re still investigating this more, as we believe there’s likely a trickle down effect.”

With a click, an image pops up on the screen behind the animated scientist.

A surprisingly handsome face of a young man awaits, his skin pale but not mottled; his eyes such a rich brown they almost looked red, which was framed by long, silvery hair. He looked… normal.

“This is subject A3. A3 was directly injected by one of the vaccines that became available on the black market. Not only does he still use his frontal cortex, he also speaks, makes decisions, and is capable of rational thought. He’s the one who actually came to us,” he pauses then, seemingly satisfied with the gasps of the crowd, “Voluntarily. Said he knew something was wrong and wanted to help.”

Dr. Choi lets that sink in, before going to the next slide.

“Here, we have B26. B26 was bitten by someone who was injected, which infected her in turn. She has some motor function and a baseline of rational thinking, but not as much as those in category A. She is easily influenced by others, and seems to be controlled by her hunger more than the previous group as well.”

Your eyebrows tighten, mind racing. He hadn’t mentioned the feeding status of category A. Realistically, you know that they would have to eat to survive as an organism - whether a living or undead one, the basic instinct is hardwired into humans. But since Dr. Choi didn’t mention it, did it mean they didn’t need to eat as much? Or could control it better?

“And finally, here’s the one that the director has been waiting for - bachelor C17.” The projector whirs and a ghastly image floats on the wall. It was completely different from the others, a haunting shell blanking staring on the screen. “This is what we’ve all been picturing since this all went down.”

A zombie. Truly undead, mindless, former human. 

“He’s the worst of what is out there. No rational thought, no communication skills. The current running theory is that this type is formed when someone is bitten by the previous type similar to B26. We can’t know for sure without trials since he can’t speak, but it’s the logical conclusion.” 

Silence stretches out over the room.

The director clears his throat, shuffling papers nervously before shifting his gaze back. “So what… what does this mean?”

A cheshire grin breaks on Dr. Choi’s face, and you can’t help but notice how handsome he is, despite the situation. 

“I was hoping you would ask me that!” he exclaims, pushing up his glasses with a single finger. “It means that we have different types of the undead, depending on how they were infected. Which also in turn means that if we’re going to fix this, it’s not going to be easy. We won’t be able to just create a vaccine or a cure all, since there’s different stages. At this point, we don’t even know if the other stages are even treatable…” 

His brow pinches for a moment, a slip of the assured mask, before he takes a deep breath and seemingly soothes himself. “But! We have plenty of willing volunteers, and a few that are so flesh hungry that they have no idea what's going on. With them, we can figure it out.” Dr. Choi proudly grins, nodding at the other scientists. 

“And, with a few more of you, I think we can do that even faster. We could really use some of you from research, and some geneticists as well. If you’re interested, please let me know.”

You’re not sure what’s said after that, the room breaking out into a cacophony of noise as everyone speaks at once. There’s an underlying current of tension that seems to be rising, and it makes you feel like you're going to crawl out of your skin. This is your fault. Well, kind of your fault. And the least that you can do is put your nervous energy to use and help fix it. 

Standing abruptly, you move to the front of the room, sliding past bodies until you see the fire engine hair of the man you’re looking for. 

“Dr. Choi? I’d like to volunteer for the research team.” 

Her. Always in the back of his mind, even when he’s hungry, even when he’s scared. Her. Her.

You. 

The memories play like a reel in his mind, snippets forming a montage of the most beautiful person Seokjin has ever seen. If he closes his eyes, it’s almost like he can feel the softness of your skin underneath his touch, taste your mouth on his own. 

He needs to find you.

It took some convincing to get the guys to agree to continue with the original plan of going to his brother’s restaurant, but they eventually caved. It was hard to miss the logic of having a safe place to hide out from the prying eyes of the public and regroup. Seokjin knew they needed a plan, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. 

“We need a plan,” Namjoon sighs, resting his head back against the soft leather of the couch. They were all in various forms of draped in the sitting area of the bar at the back of the restaurant, far away from any window or door that could expose them. 

Seokjoong had been nowhere to be found when they arrived, and Seokjin tried to ignore the pang that rang in his chest at the discovery. He was safe, he had to be. If there was anything the Kim brothers shared other than their questionable sense of humor, it was practicality. His brother had always had a plan B, always a pulse on an active escape route. 

A common trait acquired after years of living with their parents. 

“Can’t we just… go find her? I feel like our memory powers will kick in and then we can just follow them to her.” 

“Memory powers?” Yoongi snorts. “What, so we’re gonna sniff her down like a bloodhound? What is this, Homeward Bound?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning forward to stare at the blond. “No!” He pauses, pulling a plump bottom lip in his mouth. “Well, I mean, I guess technically? But when you say it like that, it sounds stupid.” 

Seokjin hears the faint whisper of “because it is stupid” before Namjoon clears his throat. “Actually, I think there might be something there.” With his knitted brows and his jaw ticks, the classic Namjoon brainstorming face blooms in full effect. “Think about what we know - we know that when we eat the brain of someone, we acquire their memory. But it also seems we pick up something else as well, something deeper.”

He lets it sink in, eyes scanning the room. Namjoon was always good at getting the guys to see where he was coming from, a mixture of logic and empathy solidifying in the perfect delivery, just like a leader should. 

“We pick up their language, their knowledge, their emotions. It’s like we absorb this small piece of them and it becomes a part of us. Based on what we all… experienced back in that alley... it leads me to believe that if we came across or interacted with someone from her life, it might activate some more memories that will show us the way.” 

Nodding, Seokjin claps a hand on his thigh. “It makes sense to me. Well, nothing that’s happened really makes sense, but it’s as good a theory as any that we have at this point.” 

Comfortable silence settles over the group as they contemplate what has been presented. It was logical, in the way  something is logical in the middle of the zombie apocalypse - meaning that mostly, there was no reason not to. 

“I don’t really get it, but I just really need to know that she’s safe,” Jungkook murmurs, meeting Seokjin’s gaze. “I want to protect her. She seems important.” 

“She’s a scientist.” 

All eyes flick to Taehyung, who looks surprised to peer up from picking his nails to find all the spotlight on him. “What? I pay attention. We all had the same flash of memory from this guy we ate. Don’t you remember all the white coats, the beakers, sealed glass rooms with all that equipment… they’re scientists. I think that guy must have worked with her or something.” 

Namjoon blinks. His mouth opens, briefly, before closing. 

“Whoa, Taehyung. Damn!” Hoseok laughs, the sound echoing around the empty restaurant. “You’re a genius.” 

A smug smirk pulls at Taehyung’s lips, his chest swelling with pride. “I’ve been trying to tell you guys this for years-”

“But what kind of scientist? Do you think…” Jungkook swallows, doe eyes wide. “Do you think she could help us?”

Seokjin isn’t sure what he means at first - what kind of help could they possibly need? - but realization sinks in after a moment. 

Help with their condition. 

There’s a part deep in his gut that bristles at the thought, as if he was well into the acceptance phase of the grief process wheel of his new undead life. But that’s preposterous, right? They were artists, idols - kings at the top of the modern world who wanted and asked for nothing. Why wouldn’t he want to go back to that?

Yes, Seokjin thought, shaking his head. Why indeed. 

“There’s only one way to find out,” Yoongi drawls, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Even if she’s not the type of scientist that can help, she might know someone who does. Either way, it gives us another reason to find her.” 

As if they had even needed another reason. 

Seokjin suddenly stands, barely able to hide the bounce in his step. “Well, then let’s get going. Who knows where in the city she’s located, and the sooner we find her the better.”

“Does this mean we’re going with my plan?” Jimin perks up, eyes bright at the possibility of receiving praise. 

All eyes fall to Namjoon, a habit that was long ago formed and wouldn’t be shaken by anything as minor as the living undead taking over. 

He takes a deep breath, eyes closing briefly before he swipes a palm down his face, nodding to himself. “Yes. Why the hell not?”

It was as good of a vote as any. 

“So, what do you have so far?”

You were following an intern as she chased down Dr. Choi, asking questions at the speed of light. You knew he was giving a brief to the volunteers the next morning, but your burning curiosity (and possible guilt) couldn’t stand the thought of waiting. 

“You saw what I have so far. There’s a bit more nuance to each subject level but that’s about it.” Dr. Choi pauses his march to grab at a clipboard on the wall, scanning it before tapping something onto his watch. “We’ve taken samples - blood, sputum, urine, follicle -  but nothing has been processed with them yet. Still testing out batches and possible antidotes.” 

You nod, mentally going through the process you’ve done millions of times. This next phase was an important one, and it was exactly your in. 

“Dr. Choi, I work in the virology department and have been working here for 6 years alongside Dr. Han and Dr. Soo. I volunteered already, but I’d like to ask to be assigned to the task team who’s trying to create a cure. I think my expertise-”

“Whoa, slow down there, Angel. I know who you are and I’ve heard lots about your areas of expertise,” he smiles at you, though you swear you catch his eyes dragging down your form through the glint of his glasses. “You’re in. That’s exactly where I want you.” 

Relief floods your veins, and you shake loose a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank you.”

The young doctor gives you a wide grin, mischief dancing on his face. You couldn’t help but feel that there was something that Dr. Choi knew, but wasn’t sharing. He gave off a mysterious air about him - like he’s guarding a secret, but he’d tell you if you amused him enough. “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team and show you around.”

The afternoon passed quickly once you were shown your new work space - a cozy desk in an identical all white lab to the one where all of this started. It reminded you of Kihyun, and had you wondering where he was. You had been so preoccupied with the outbreak that you had forgotten he hadn’t shown to work that day, and it’s been radio silence since. 

Luckily, your thoughts had been interrupted by the introductions of the rest of the team, several other scientists from the virology floor present, alongside some fresh faces you hadn’t seen before. After hearing the alphabet soup of titles that followed each of their names, though, you were assured that you had a quality team to work with. 

The only problem now - was where to begin.

“So, do we need to go over the rules again? Or are we good?” 

An exasperated sigh tickled the back of Seokjin’s neck, Hoseok so close that Seokjin could almost swear he could taste what he had for lunch. 

“I asked ONE question, and suddenly I’m not good!” he whines, shuffling over a step to stand beside the elder at the bar. 

A chorus of giggles came from the couch occupied by Jungkook and Taehyung, and a familiar feeling bubbled in Seokjin’s heart. It was nice to see a flash of them back to their normal selves - all of them, he notes with a quick sweep of his gaze. Even Yoongi was getting back to his normal sarcastic remark quip speed, the initial effects of the virus almost all but forgotten. 

If it wasn’t for the brain in the teal cooler on the floor between them though, it would’ve felt like a normal day out with his brothers. 

Jimin clasps a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, nodding once before meeting Namjoon’s stare. “We’re good, hyung. We will stay close, stay quiet, and be quick and stay hidden,” he ticks off on his fingers as he speaks, left with a single pinky raised. “Oh, and watch for the signal.” 

Jungkook giggles. “Safety first, safety second, coolness third.”

Namjoon gives a nod of affirmation, scanning each of their faces before continuing. “Exactly. We have to be careful. We’re faring better than some of the others out there, but we’re still not… human. We have to keep a low enough profile to be able to follow clues.” 

“So, don’t be perceived, and don’t get killed, basically.” Taehyung jokes, a weak smile on his face. He doesn’t like showing it, but Seokjin knows just how much of a worrier Taehyung is - how anxious he must be. 

While it was Namjoon’s job to lead all of them to battle, it had always been Seokjin’s unofficial role to help boost morale; to keep them happy even during the darkest of days. He always brushed it off as the rightful duty as the eldest, but the truth of it is that he couldn’t stand to see them in any kind of distress. Because of this, he had learned subtle ways to cheer them up. You know what they say - when you do your best work, they won’t even be sure that you did any work at all.

“We won’t get killed, Taehyung, because we have a list of rules.” Seokjin winks, bumping the shoulder of the younger man to get him to meet his stare. Ignoring the leader’s groan of annoyance, he continues.  “And also, because we’re going to do this together. And we’ve gotten through all the shit life has thrown at us as long as we were together, with a 100% success rate.” 

The boxy grin Taehyung rewards him with is genuine as chuckles break out over the group. Satisfaction builds in Seokjin’s gut, and soon his cheeks are wide with a smile of his own. 

“He’s right,” Namjoon says, ruffling Taehyung’s fluffy mop of curls. “We’ve always gotten through things together. And that’s how we’ll get through this, now.” 

Another pang resounded in Seokjin’s chest, though this time he could name it as it passed through him, recognizing the familiar vice around his heart.

The love for his brothers. The bond they share.

He could feel himself grow sentimental, briefly considering sharing his emotions with the group - before Jungkook popped his head around a corner, calling them with a collective shout of “hyung”.

“I think this also might help us get through it,” he chirps, opening his hand to show a key and electric fob dangling from a ring around his pointer finger. “Literally.” 

Jungkook’s triumphant laughter has them all excited and on their feet, Seokjin grasping the key to take a closer look. “Oh shit - for the town car? Where did you find this?”

Seokjin knew his brother usually drove himself to work, and only utilized the family driver when he was extra busy, planning to meet with family after a shift, or when he was entertaining someone important and wanted to show off. Darting around Jungkook, he headed for the office without awaiting the younger’s reply. 

“Was it in here?”

“Yeah, I found it on the hook by the door and I remember seeing the town car outside, so I figured we could use it.” 

Seokjin quickly takes stock of the room before him, scanning until he sees the familiar family calendar hung up on the wall. Rushing over, he looks for the dates, trying to confirm something that he was already suspecting. “It looks like Seokjoong was going to meet up with our parents later this evening, and was going to send the car to bring them here. Since his car isn’t around, maybe he decided to drive to them when everything went down.” 

It was the logical conclusion. His brother wouldn’t want his family to be in danger in any way, and it would be faster and more secure to go to their country home than to stay in the city. Relief floods Seokjin’s veins, and he leans his head against the wall for a moment to collect himself before turning back to Jungkook.

“Good find,” he praises, following him back into the hall. “It will definitely get us there faster and safer.”

Jungkook gives him a wide grin, clearly satisfied with the praise. As they rejoin the rest of the group, Seokjin holds up the keyring again for them to see. 

“Looks like we’re on our way to meet our dream girl,” he sings, jangling the key obnoxiously while the others groan.

“Don’t forget the whole ‘finding a cure for being a zombie’ thing, too.” Yoongi adds, observing the eldest sharply. There was something going on with Seokjin - something that only he seems to be picking up on - and it was only a matter of time until he got to the bottom of it.

Rolling his eyes, it was Seokjin’s turn to scoff as he marched towards the back door of the restaurant. “Yeah, that’s what I said. Let’s go, I’m driving.” 

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NEXT

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Exes to Lovers?

Word Count: 9.9K

Warning: Language; People who are not the main pairing being shitty; Mention of sexually charged situation, that goes no further than making out and heavy petting.

Rating: PG-17

A Superior Banner + Graphic Maker: @kimtaehyunq​

A/N: This fic is loosely based on the MTV show NEXT. 

Yoongi enjoyed his job for the most part. He’d gone from working behind the scenes to hosting a show where he didn’t have to show his face that much. It was a pay upgrade and also a place where he was constantly amused. They literally paid him to talk shit about people while they went on dates in a resurgence of a TV show that he’d watched when he was younger and thought was a shit show then. And it maintained - if not surpassed - its level of shit show with the remake.

NEXT was a dating show where one dater went out with multiple contestants to see who meshed well with them or if money was more appealing to them. Of course the contestants also got the money options since it was only fair. Which is why Yoongi thought most of the episodes went so awry. When you didn’t care about the person all that much and were guaranteed some sort of money either way, you got too comfortable. You let your guard down and just didn’t put the effort you should.

At least that’s what he used to explain the bullshit he saw go down.

“And that viewers, is how you get your ass beat,” Yoongi said into his mic.

On the screen in front of him he watched the live feed of the date and how it went from calm to the dater hauling off to punch the contestant. He’d heard the conversation and saw it coming, but seeing the way she barely pulled her fist back before punching the man was much more funny than he’d foreseen.

So funny that he’d doubled over as he cackled, ignoring the questioning looks of the contestants on the bus with him who’d walked over to where he was. They murmured questions about if he was okay - since his laughter gave way to a sound that was akin to gasping for air - and he waved them off, laughing harder for a second before realizing he had to pull it together. 

Though he didn’t do it fast enough for someone.

“Are you done?” Hoseok asked in his headset, his tone tinged with annoyance.

It made Yoongi want to say no and descend into another laughing fit, but minutes had passed and he had work to do. So, he took a deep breath, downed half his water bottle, and pulled his shit together.

“For now,” he finally responded.

At that there was a long, dramatic sigh that only made him want to laugh again, but he was strong and he held back.

“You can’t tell me that wasn’t fucking hilarious. Man thought he could say any ole thing and got his ass handed to him like he deserved. Plus, the way his head… the way his head…”

Laughter bubbled in Yoongi’s chest as he spoke, the scene playing in his head again but before he could even get it out Hoseok was on his ass.

“Yes, yes it was fucking hysterical. We’ll laugh for an hour during post about it. But you need to tell the next contestant that it’s their turn, the last one isn’t coming back on the bus because of his behavior, and we need to get through this before the sun starts going down.”

Yoongi cleared his throat and nodded, as if Hoseok could see him at all.

“Will do. But is our dater okay? She seemed pretty upset. Are we sure she wants to go through with that or if we should go through with it at all?”

There was a pause and a much more genuine sigh echoing through their comms before Hoseok responded.

“Yeah, she said she wants to continue. That she doesn’t want all of this to end just because some dickhead couldn’t understand what it takes to be at least a bare minimum decent human being. So, we’re going to let her see it through. And of course a certain producer is excited about the ratings, so onward I guess.”

That made Yoongi roll his eyes, but he pushed away the irritation and did what he was told. 

He rose from his set up and walked further into the bus, locating contestant three with his eyes before pointing at them.

“You’re up next. The last one won’t be coming back, so we’re going to keep things going,” he said to them.

They appeared startled, but nodded their head and stood from their seat to head off of the bus. They looked nervous as hell, but Yoongi took that as a sign that they wouldn’t be a shit show like the last person or at least he hoped.

Which is why he stopped them before they could walk past.

“Don’t be a dick, got it?”

He knew he probably wasn’t helping that anxious feeling inside them, but he needed to be clear about that. And that’s why after he said it he made sure to meet the gaze of all the other contestants there, which made it clear that he was talking to every single one of them.

By the time he turned back to the one up next they were gone and he felt some sort of peace in knowing that there wouldn’t be an incident like that again or so he hoped.

With that taken care of, Yoongi retook his seat and got comfortable. They waited a few minutes to let the contestant do his walk over and by then they were much calmer than when they’d left the bus. Yoongi watched on with neutrality and then got back into the groove of it all.

Though he definitely had some help with it all.

Minutes into their meeting everything was going great and it was like they’d known each other for a long time, which was nice and filled Yoongi with a little joy and mild deja vu, but that wasn’t the thing they got him on a roll. 

They clicked so well that both participants got very touchy very quickly.

“Oh damn, that hand keeps getting lower and lower.”

“Are they groping her ass? Oh my goodness they have a handful of her ass in their hands. And they’re gripping hard as hell. Wait… did I see her eyes roll into the back of her head?”

“Viewers get the children away from the screen. This is not PG-13 folks. Goodness is this turning into softcore porn.”

And then the pair began to make out, practically on top of each other and the table they sat in front of.

“Holy shit. I’m not old enough to watch it at this point. Where is my adult to stop me from watching? My goodness, is it getting hot in here?”

Though there was some dramatics tacked onto his words, Yoongi truly felt his ears and face getting hot the longer they went at it. It was the lead up into the more explicit activities that porn directors tried and failed to replicate. And though he felt odd watching it, Yoongi just couldn’t look away. Which is why he was very grateful when someone on production stepped in before any pants could be removed.

“Wow, guys. I’m nearly speechless, which is a first. But that got intense fast, definitely a different direction than the last one. Woooow.”

That’s all he could say as he regained composure and the contestants did the same. Though they barely got it together before saying that they only wanted each other and that the show would end there. It wasn’t surprising at all with the way they seemed to click so well so early in and from the show they were putting on for everyone, so before the dater could even finish what she was saying Hoseok was on the bus and headed back to the contestants.

“So, it seems like we’re ending it here guys. Both people want to try things out with each other.”

There were mostly shocked expressions and a few grumbles of annoyance, but nothing too much. That was enough for Hoseok to continue.

“So, you’re going to go out and do your last sit downs with the camera and then we’re done for the day.”

He got much of the same response and then they all left the bus, a few said goodbyes to Yoongi while one of them all but glared at him as he left the bus. Not that he took any offense to it, he didn’t do shit to the kid so he could stay mad all he wanted. 

Once they were gone Hoseok walked over to the door and then plopped down onto the bus stairs, turning so he could see Yoongi.

“They remind me of you and YN when you  first started out.”

The mention of her name was random and caused Yoongi to pause and his heart to beat rapidly, but before Hoseok could notice or comment he pulled it together.

Yoongi smacked his lips. “We were not even close to nearly fucking each other for all to see when we first got together. Don’t put that on me.”

“The tension was still there though.”

“The only tension was with you and her old roommate who wouldn’t give you the time of day.”

Hoseok scoffed in annoyance and rose from his seat on the steps of the bus, turning to leave. 

“Just make sure you meet me in the office after we get back. We need to go over some stuff.”

A noncommittal grunt was all it took Hoseok to leave him alone on the bus and that meant leaving Yoongi alone with his own thoughts. He tried to keep YN off his mind as much as possible because no matter how much time passed the thought of her sent a pang to his heart. But he couldn’t help himself after Hoseok’s mention of it, because it reminded him of the bittersweet feeling he had earlier.

The couple did remind him of his dynamic with YN, but also the not so good parts.

However, he refused to dwell on it and them. After taking a deep breath he rose from his seat and started getting ready to leave the set. YN pushed back far in his mind.

What Yoongi hated most about his job was the part where they forced him to pick the potential dates for the contestants. There was a pool of hundreds and sometimes thousands because Next had blown up with its revamp. Although he typically found the best of the bunch in the first fifty or so, they forced him to sit and read application after application so that everyone had a fair shot. Which he understood, but someone who had more energy to give a damn about the people would be better suited for the task than him.

And he made sure they knew that.

“Why can’t Jungkook do this shit? He’s the romantic and would probably love nothing more than to find someone’s next “true love”,” Yoongi whined.

Hoseok merely rolled his eyes at him though, pushing the tablet filled with people’s information closer to the crybaby and giving him a look that begged him not to keep the fit throwing up. It was a constant battle every time and there was no getting used to a pouty Yoongi who was strongly opposed to whatever he was asked to do.

“You know he has editing stuff to do. He can’t do your job and his job,” Hoseok said.

“My job is supposed to be commentary and some light hosting, not finding people who are perfect on paper, but end up being shitty in person fifty percent of the time.”

Hoseok scoffed. “Your job is also this. Now stop wasting time, you have a thing to go to and I need to have something for the contestant when she gets here for her first meeting.”

Though there was still some fight within Yoongi he dropped it once he saw how tired Hoseok was and realized he truly didn’t have a lot of time. He picked up the tablet and saw the information about the girl who was the date for the next episode they’d release. His eyes scanned over all of it and he smiled a little seeing the things she was interested in, but then he looked at the top and saw the name, causing the smile to drop. It was YN’s name and his brain called back to his talk with Hoseok earlier. It couldn’t have been a coincidence is what the voice in his head told him, but he pushed it down before he could dive too deep. It was only her first name and other people had it, plus the show was not her kind of thing. She once said that she’d rather eat cement before she went on one of them.

At least that’s what he hoped and though the voice in his head told him to reexamine that he pushed through, flipping through the various people and marking those he thought could work for this. It took about an hour before he finished and narrowed it down to about sixteen people out of about six hundred. He unmarked a few during a quick pass through because he’d had about ninety–three, but he liked to make Hoseok and the date’s life a little easier when it came down to finding the final five.

“There you should be able to easily figure it out from there,” Yoongi said as he handed the tablet over.

Hoseok eyed him suspiciously but took the device and scrolled through the options. The pursed lips and head nodding told Yoongi that he was pleased with the choices he’d made, so he got up ready to head out.

“Don’t scare the poor girl with your excitement and remember to let her know she can look at all the options herself if she wants to,” he said as he stepped towards the door.

“I have to tell you how to do your job, not the other way around,” Hoseok shouted after him.

Yoongi laughed. “Just do it.”

And just like that he was gone and off to his meeting. Which left Hoseok alone and waiting for the dater to get there. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long, she probably just barely missed Yoongi on her way out and honestly once Hoseok saw her he wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“Y–YN?” he asked as if she weren’t standing in front of his face.

Thankfully, she also seemed shocked, her eyes wide and lips slightly parted. 

“Hobi? I didn’t know you worked here,” she said.

“Yeah, it’s a… um it’s a new job, only been here for about a year. What are you doing here?”

It was a dumb question and he already probably looked stupid staring at her and not welcoming her into the meeting room, but he couldn’t help himself.

“My friend’s kinda bullied me into trying out. After two months of their badgering I gave in to get them off my back. Plus, not the worst way to go on dates with people. At least I hope not, I’ve never seen the show.”

All Hoseok could think about was how that meant that she didn’t know Yoongi worked there, because she could pick that man’s voice up in the middle of a crowded club. And though that meant he didn’t have to answer any questions, that still didn’t mean it was a good or bad thing. The pair had broken up on only slightly hostile terms and it was because they were both stubborn.

A sudden thought pushed away all negative or worrying thoughts from Hoseok instantly. They were stubborn idiots and he was down to try to get them to see the error in their ways. Even if part of that error was partly his fault. And definitely even if that meant by using a TV dating show to do it. 

The worst that could happen was them butting heads and continuing avoiding each other or Yoongi murdering him. It was a risk, but one he was definitely willing to take.

“Well, it won’t be horrible but sometimes we get some… characters. I can show you the ones our host picked out for you and we can narrow it down for the show. Please come in,” Hoseok said, motioning her towards the table.

The shift in him was odd and YN was clearly confused, but she didn’t push him on it and allowed him to lead her in and through the process.

After about an hour and a half they had things figured out and she went on her merry way none the wiser about Hoseok’s barely put together plan. Not that Hoseok would admit what he was going to do wasn’t that complex or inventive, because he thought it was genius.

The day of filming always started with a quick team briefing and then Yoongi meeting the contestants. He briefed them on things and tried to ease their worries with cracking a joke or two. Which didn’t always help since they’d usually seen the show and knew that his commentary could be borderline mean when they were out on the dates. That didn’t stop him from trying nor did it stop management from emphasizing that he needed to appear like their ally for the entire process.

Not that he really was.

Nine times out of ten Yoongi’s only true allegiance belonged to the dater. They were the one who had to unconventionally speed date people and those people were often off-putting in various ways. And though everyone involved had a right to shut things down at any time, Yoongi knew it was hard when you were the focus of a TV show. Viewers tended to go after the dater more than the contestants if something went amiss. So, being one hundred percent honest and calling out people’s bullshit on national television just wasn’t the move for some random person.

And honestly, after meeting all the contestant’s Yoongi worried that the dater for the episode would be stuck in that kind of situation. They’d settled on six people who were male, female, and non–binary because of the dater’s preferences and Yoongi had hoped that it would give them a wider range to work with and lessen the chance of him or them picking not great or straight up incompatible people. However, that proved to be wishful thinking.

At least two of the people had shown they had probably lied on their application about what they liked and what they were like as human beings. One contestant was so condescending that he knew someone was going to have to refrain from slapping them at some point. And the other two appeared normal, but Yoongi was very suspicious since the other three seemed bad fits. 

But despite those feelings he couldn’t tell the dater how to feel or change anything about the people they chose, so he had to go along with it. However, he did make note to watch the dates closely as they went on just in case and to tell Hoseok to do the same.

The moment he left the NEXT bus he went on to do the latter before he was to meet the dater, but he barely made it out of the bus before he was distracted by something else. To his left where the production tent was he saw a familiar body, he thought it was nothing until he squinted and looked closer only for them to turn around. 

With his producer stood YN, his ex-girlfriend, and that was shocking and confusing as hell for him. But it wasn’t long before she turned around and he saw a little badge around her neck marked with the word contestant. That was even more confusing seeing as there were only six of them, but thankfully Yoongi wasn’t that dumb and quickly deduced what her role was. Which did not sit well with him at all.

Before he knew it all thoughts were abandoned and his feet carried him over to where she stood. He got about five feet from her when she finally turned and saw him, wearing the wide-eyed, shocked expression that he was sure was similar to his own. 

However, before either of them could think to say something a production assistant stepped in.

“Ah, yes. YN, this is our host Yoongi. He’s going to brief you on a few more things and make sure you’re comfortable before we get things started. If you have any questions or concerns he’s definitely someone you can turn to,” they said.

At that last part Yoongi watched YN snap out of her shocked state and scoff, though she quickly pulled it together and smiled at the production assistant. Of course, her issues with Yoongi and his so-called ability to handle her concerns brought something out of her, but it was between the two of them.

“Thank you,” YN said.

The assistant nodded and then let them be. In fact, everyone who had been on that side of the production tent had seemed to move to the other side to give them some space. Which made Yoongi want to say everything but what he was supposed to, but then he saw Hoseok not that far off trying to act like he wasn’t looking and that made him realize what was going on. And because he was stubborn as hell, he pushed all feelings aside and got straight to business.

“I know you don’t want formalities, so I won’t give them. But Janice is right, I’m here to answer all questions and help you with any worries you may have. But first, I want to go over the basics with you. You’ve been told before, but I prefer to remind every dater how this works. That okay with you?” Yoongi said.

YN nodded, pushing a stray braid out of her face.

“You have five people you’re going to meet. They vary and some meet your criteria better than others, but obviously that may not have any bearing on your date. You get an hour with each of them before we step in to get a decision, but you do not need to spend the whole hour with them. From the very first second you can choose to Next them, you have every right to do so, and nothing they say changes that fact. And they can do the same to you. Some of them may make you uncomfortable and if they do when you Next them, let us know so we can handle it. In the event you are afraid to Next them, you can signal us by raising up three fingers so we can see and someone will step in and stop the date. 

“The focus here is for you to have fun, maybe meet someone, and to be safe while doing so. Your and their safety is key for us here. So please don’t be afraid to tell us when something feels off. Okay?”

While Yoongi gave his little spiel the anger that radiated from YN dulled and she got very serious. Yoongi was glad that she seemed to understand the gravity of things, but he would have been lying if he said it was the easiest thing to do. Yeah, he was avoiding what Hoseok was up to and also had his own issues with YN and the demise of their relationship, but it hurt a little when he mentioned her being there to possibly meet someone she could date. No matter how far he pushed it down he was very aware of that feeling.

“Yes. Thank you. I’ll keep all those things in mind,” YN said.

A smile formed on her lips then and Yoongi realized how much he missed it. How much he missed her. But before his mouth could beat his brain and say something that it was not the time nor place to say, the head producer came and led YN elsewhere so they could get things done. 

Once they were several feet away Yoongi let out a groan and his body slumped a little. That few minutes was a lot and he had to get through hours of filming, something that he knew was going to be ten times harder. How he’d get through it he didn’t know, but he did know is that there was someone he was upset with.

Yoongi’s eyes locked in on Hoseok’s location and before the man could escape he crossed the distance and slapped him upside the head. The hit wasn’t too hard, but it wasn’t that gentle either. Just enough to convey his feelings to his friend.

“Ow!”

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” was all Yoongi said before he headed off to the bus so he could get comfortable in his spot before filming started.

Even though comfort was not a word he would use to describe his day.

Despite being thrown off his game, Yoongi nailed the intro to the episode and everything went smoothly for the first half an hour. Even as he watched the first contestant go out and start their date with YN he held it together. And by some miracle kept his usual dry and kinda snide comments going without crossing the line because of his own feelings.

But, as time passed and he saw how well it went there was a voice in the back of Yoongi’s head who constantly reminded him that he could have prevented the situation. That if he’d done something over the course of the months they’d been apart he would be watching someone else enjoy themselves on an outing that fit their ideal of fun. And not imagining all the times he and YN had spent the evening at some shop or in their apartment drinking and painting.

He’d been reluctant to join her in her painting hobby, but learned it was something he genuinely enjoyed doing and was often the one who suggested it as the chosen date or hang out session. It was the thing that they used to help distress them after a long week or just as something to make a day better. Definitely something he missed about their relationship, doing it alone or with Jungkook wasn’t the same and eventually he just kind of stopped doing it at all.

Which is why it probably hit so hard for him to see her do it with some random man who she'd just met with no way for him to look away or intervene. And it was also why he got so caught up in his own head that he’d failed to commentate on anything that happened for about ten minutes before he was called out.

“Do we need to do all this in post or are you going to do your job and do commentary?” Hoseok asked through his earpiece.

“My bad.”

“It’s fine, bro. You just need to figure out how you want to do this. I know it’s hard, but this is your job and we still have hours to go. If you need to pull out let us know and we can have you watch it back later. Or have Jungkook step in this week.”

Though probably ideal, Yoongi did not like the idea of having to watch and comment on everything later and definitely was opposed to having Jungkook step in. The kid was good at it and had taken over a few times when Yoongi couldn’t be at work, but the situation wasn’t like the other times. 

Yoongi sighed. “No, I got it. Sorry, about zoning out there. I’ll fix those parts in post.”

“You could also always invoke the rule.”

“Hobi,” Yoongi warned.

“I’m just saying we have put in the ability for the host to step in for a reason. You never thought you would need it and this is a great time to get on a nice date with a girl you’re into instead.”

“No. Now stop talking so I can do my job.”

Yoongi didn’t give him a chance to respond after that, merely switching channels to one where the whole production team could reach him and Hoseok wouldn’t dare out his business. The man was his best friend and Yoongi knew he meant well, but he could be annoying.

So, to avoid Hoseok pestering him and because he did have a job to do, Yoongi refocused on the screen in front of him and brought the mic to his lips. And he couldn’t have done it at a better time.

“A date going well, until someone fails to understand personal boundaries. Yikes dude, you don’t touch someone’s hair with your nasty little hands without asking.”

Seconds passed before the rage that he saw on YN’s face calmed and she said next, which he had expected.

“And just like that our first contestant is Nexted. Not that everyone didn’t see it coming after that stunt.”

That for some reason brought back some of the usual amusement that Yoongi felt when working. It was funny to see people fuck up in even the smallest ways and get booted. Especially when they had to walk past him to go back with the other contestants and he got to see their face.

Contestant number one definitely looked shocked and offended, as if he were the one who’d been wronged. And as they prepared for the next person to go out, Yoongi could hear the bitterness.

“It was going so well. I just thought her hair was cool. Who the hell is so anal about people touching their hair that they don’t want to pursue something further? She’s clearly far too stuck up her own ass.”

Part of Yoongi wanted to kick the kid’s ass, however he was also fighting to not laugh at how stupid he sounded. People were wild when they felt entitled and clearly the man didn’t understand you didn’t randomly touch people because it interested  you without asking, especially not hair. 

Yoongi had seen countless people compliment YN’s hair for being so different and pretty, then reach their hand to touch it only to get their feelings hurt. It had confused him at first because no one ever did that to him, but it started to make sense that they only wanted to feel because they weren’t used to seeing a Black woman’s hair. And that meant they just had to touch it without asking, because self-control apparently didn’t apply there. 

And naturally the man who boasted about how he respected all people and worked hard to help be an ally to a list of minorities was the first to cry foul when denied something. It was ridiculous, but not the worst Yoongi had ever seen.

“Contestant two is on their way and let’s hope they understand how to keep their hands to their fucking self,” Yoongi said as they walked out.

Of course, contestant two went right out there and kept their hands glued to their side. It took a bit for YN to get them to shake her hand and even longer for them to fully relax. But of course, YN being YN helped them out of their shell and they were laughing and painting as if they were two people who’d known each other for some time. Unlike the first person, the second date left little room for Yoongi to say anything snide and he made more nice comments than he cared to admit.

The second date lasted the entire hour and when they parted ways Yoongi could see genuine smiles on their faces. It made him a tad bit nauseous, but he tried his best to push it down. Both of them agreed that it was smart for YN to give the others a chance first and send the second person back to the bus, and despite his own feelings Yoongi was glad to hear better things being said.

“She’s so nice. It was easy to talk to her and I’ve never done something like that before, but it was fun. Would want to hang out with her again even if she doesn’t choose me.”

Yoongi knew that should have worsened the unease that he felt, but honestly it made him so happy to hear that. YN was always so open to new friends and people in her life, and the contestant seemed decent enough that he would be happy for her if they connected outside of the show. Only as friends though. 

And that last thought brought him back to his own predicament. A thousand and one thoughts hit him at once and his eyes looked at the screen and focused on a still smiling YN. She looked so beautiful and happy. Yoongi missed her so much and he kicked himself for missing her when he could have fixed things. Though the question still remained how, especially because it had been over something that felt so stupid and he wasn’t the sole person at fault. That’s what kept his stubbornness intact, YN should have been the one to try to mend things. 

Thinking about how her fault in it all riled Yoongi up, so by the time contestant three walked past him he wore a fierce glare, one that he accidentally turned on the poor kid and definitely had an effect on how things went out on the date.

Less than ten minutes passed before they’d Nexted themselves and were back on the bus, avoiding Yoongi’s gaze completely. Part of him felt bad, but also if all it took was a look of anger from someone who’d not said a word to them to make things not worth trying for more than a few minutes, then it was better they didn’t get YN’s hopes up.

“So, was she that horrible?” Contestant one asked.

“No.”

“Then why did you come back so soon?”

Silence followed that little interaction and Yoongi didn’t try to think too hard about the situation. Definitely one of the weirdest ones, but not at the top of the list.

Plus, Yoongi’s energy needed to go towards keeping himself in check and making sure that he stayed on top of his job. He had two people to go and just wanted to get them done, however the door to the bus swung open and a smiley Jungkook appeared.

“Break for an hour and then we’ll pick up with filming,” Jungkook told everyone.

Though a break sounded like heaven, Yoongi realized he’d be left with his thoughts a while longer as he ate lunch and maybe watching YN go on a date with twenty more people was less painful than what he was avoiding.

Lunch wasn’t as bad as Yoongi had feared. He’d eaten a sandwich he picked up from craft services and gotten notes on his commentary while they watched a playback of the first part of filming. Though watching it back made him cringe, he was deep in work mode and finding where he could make changes in post-production was the key to it all. 

He made it a rule if he could get that kind of work done while the shot it would mean less work for him later. Plus, with situations fresher in his mind it was easier to recall his emotions or thoughts in that moment. It was a reality show and no one expected top tier commentating, but he preferred to make it as realistic – and snarky – as he could.

Once they wrapped that up he’d hoped to get a moment or two to himself before they started up again, but of course Hoseok didn’t like him to know peace. As Yoongi walked away from the production tent he was suddenly dragged away from his destination – craft services for a quick coffee – and instead brought to a more secluded part of the area. 

“You could have just asked,” Yoongi said as he yanked his arm out of Hoseok’s hold.

Naturally, the man just waved off his irritation.

“You wouldn’t have come because you don’t want to talk about YN.”

“And yet here we are.”

That made Hoseok roll his eyes, but it didn’t dampen the smile that he wore. If anything Yoongi clearly being done with his shit made him smile wider. It was honestly annoying and Yoongi could only last so long with him doing that and saying nothing before he snapped.

“Out with it, Hobi.”

There was a brief moment where Yoongi thought that the plan was just to stare, but after a few more seconds ticked by Hoseok spoke.

“You going to talk to her and tell her that both of you were idiots, should talk, and then get back together so you can stop pining like the hopeless dumbass you are, right?”

Yoongi groaned immediately. Hoseok was right in a way, but Yoongi was not down to hear that in the middle of filming a reality show where YN was looking for a date, love or whatever the hell she was there to find. The man had no problems making a scene where he wanted to, but at work just didn’t seem like the place. At least that’s what he said to further cement that he couldn’t just deal with his relationship issues at that moment.

But Hoseok was Hoseok and he gave Yoongi that look that told him to cut the bullshit and stop being a little bitch. 

“Talk to her.”

“We’re in the middle of filming a show. You gonna pay that fine?”

For once in all his scheming Hoseok seemed to hesitate. If anyone interfered with filming day of and sent the dater running away for any reason they were fined, and barely used for work for around six months. And the fine was just not worth it ever, it would drain all of either of their savings.

However, Yoongi only got to see the frown settle in for a second before Hoseok was grinning at him again and it took all of him not to scream. The man couldn’t be stopped and he hated it sometimes.

“You could use your powers.”

Yoongi tilted his head. “My powers?”

“Host override.”

Yoongi should have foreseen that he’d bring that up again, but he hadn’t and for a moment it was Yoongi’s turn to rethink things. To keep things interesting the show created an allowance for the host to have the chance to take over the dates if he was into the dater at all or just to create chaos. Yoongi never used it so he tended to forget it existed at all and naturally when he looked for a million reasons to not interfere his brain failed to bring it to the forefront, so he had an out.

He was friends with Hoseok though, and that man tended to remember everything that benefited him or whatever his next scheme called for.

With that idea in play, Yoongi knew that having any conversation with Hoseok would lead to him being backed further into a corner, so he simply turned on his heel and walked away. Of course, Hoseok didn’t back down and yelled at him to do it, but Yoongi pretended not to hear him and went back to what he’d planned on doing before aka going to get some coffee from craft services.

While making his way back though, he bumped into one of the contestants who appeared startled to see him. He put on a soft smile to try and ease the tension, but for some reason that made them run away from him. A small blow to the feels because he thought his smile was nice, but he didn’t think about it long and continued on his merry way.

Ten minutes after that everyone was called back together and then filming started up again. All the constants filed back into the bus and Yoongi watched them all avoid eye contact, except for the woman he’d bumped into earlier. She was the last one on and though all of them had gone back to their seats without hesitation, she lingered. Seconds ticked by with how long she stood there, but before Yoongi could question her she spoke up.

“If you love her you should try again,” she said.

That left him stunned. His brain tried to figure out what the hell she meant and then a lightbulb moment happened where he realized he’d run into her not that far from where he and Hoseok were talking. Feeling wronged by the eavesdropping did pop into his head for a moment, but they were on set and he knew there was no way to be completely alone. Plus, the more pressing thought was about the woman, who was a stranger and contestant there to win over YN, telling him to go for it. Giving him another push to stop holding himself back and all while being on a show to date the very person they encouraged him to pursue.

Those words left Yoongi with so many questions, but yet again he was stopped before he could even part his lips as she turned to go back towards her seat. Yoongi watched her the whole way there and stared like a confused creep until a producer came into the bus to tell him it was time to start things up.

It took chugging his fourth coffee of the day to clear some of the fog in his head, but it didn’t take it all away. Especially when he began speaking into the mic about the next contestant which just so happened to be that woman. He said his piece and then watched her walk out without even glancing his way. Which confused him more because he was getting mixed signals about what was going on.

Or so he thought he was until she went out there, greeted YN, motioned her forward to whisper something, and then turned on her heel and headed back to the bus.

“Uh… looks like we have some Nexting before even going on a date. Wow, rare but not something never done before,” Yoongi managed to get out.

Once the woman was back inside she stared at Yoongi for a long moment.

“Talk to her.”

And then again gone before Yoongi could think of anything to say.

“Nothing wrong with her at all, she’s very pretty and seemed sweet but I just wasn’t feeling like this was the right time for me as I walked out there. I’m sure someone else will be perfect for her,” she said to the other contestants and the camera.

Yoongi knew that last part was definitely for him and in that instant, he felt a major crack in his defense.

He was screwed.

With the fourth date done so quickly, they wasted no time getting the fifth contestant out of the bus for their turn. Which meant Yoongi yet again didn’t have time to process what happened because he had work to do. Not that he did it well though, his commentary was off as his mind wandered elsewhere.

And elsewhere was a slideshow of his relationship with YN.

  Every moment from when he’d first encountered her and they argued over which was the best Power Ranger to when he finally grew the confidence to ask her out to when things began to go wrong played in his head. The happier memories filled him with joy and a bittersweet feeling, while the flurry of arguments in the months before their breakup just made him wince.

They were the normal couple who got into tiffs every now and then, but it had never been as it was the last few months of their relationship. Things were going really well and then suddenly any perceived slight or annoyance was the cause of a blowout. It was like at least once a week they were angry with each other and Yoongi couldn’t figure out why. He’d tried to find the source of the sudden strain, but even as the participant and starter of half the disagreements he didn’t know why they’d happened. After almost every one of them, he was confused as to why he’d been angry in the first place.

It was a mess and neither of them knew how to fix it, despite attempts on both their parts.

They’d managed to go about two weeks without being at each other’s throats and Yoongi thought that all was fine and they were past that weird period, but then the true blowout came and they were done for.

Yoongi had come home from work – he worked as a sound and video editor for the same station the show aired on – and was tired but happy to see YN and cuddle until he passed out. However, he’d arrived to her pacing in the living room and looking beyond pissed. Though in the depths of his soul he had a bad feeling, he still decided to try to ask her what was wrong and pushed a little when she waved him off. He knew he should have let it be, in the year after he still scolded himself for not letting her cool off first, but he didn’t and that was when the crack in the dam finally gave way.

YN took a deep breath before she laid into Yoongi about the months of bullshit and the fact that he hadn’t told her about some possible promotion that would move him out of the country that he himself didn’t even know about. She was hurt that everything felt like it was falling apart and that he wasn’t trying hard enough for it to work. That it was no longer working. Yoongi was also hurt. He had been trying and he couldn’t fix something when he couldn’t find the root of the problem. And it made him beyond pissed that instead of talking to him about it she came with accusations and doubted him.

So, instead of voicing that calmly once she’d stopped talking, he went on his own rant about being the only one trying. About how he’d tried to talk it out. How he’d been the one to bring up therapy or a friend to try to mediate so they could fix things, but she’d been against it. That he was tired of this and that she was right that it wasn’t working.

After that they agreed to break up and Yoongi moved out to live with Hoseok, who was his roommate before he’d lived with YN, within twenty-four hours. Both then purged their social media, unfollowed each other on everything, and pretended that neither existed even when they happened to bump into each other in public. 

It was a mess and Yoongi was a mess, but over time he hurt less and he tried to move forward with life. He didn’t go on dates or try to find someone to make him forget because he wasn’t into that and honestly hadn’t even been looking for someone to be with when he’d met YN, so that wouldn’t change after her.

Then life just had to put her back in front of him for longer than usual and it was in the form of him having to watch her date other people. A direct hit to the wound that he had to admit wasn’t fully healed. Made worse by his meddling best friend and the contestant who seemed to think there was still a chance even though they knew nothing about what went wrong.

But maybe that was what Yoongi needed, someone who was as clueless as him to show that there was no reason to hold him back.

And like a person waking up in panic Yoongi focused back into the present and YN’s date. They’d stopped painting to grab a snack and talk, but things were tense. Yoongi could see YN’s anger boiling just below the surface as her date’s words turned crude and boastful.That, much like what happened that night, was the thing that broke the dam.

Without a word Yoongi took off his headset and stood from his seat. He glanced at the contestants and was given a thumbs up from the one who’d encouraged him and then he was out of the door. Jungkook just so happened to be just outside and smiled when he saw him, patting him on the shoulder as Yoongi walked out towards the date and Jungkook took his seat as host.

Where the two were seated was a minute or two walk from the bus and Yoongi definitely rethought his course of action every few seconds, but he held strong and didn’t stop until he stood right in front of them.

His presence startled them both, but those expressions quickly gave way. The contestant glared at him and though YN did the same, she appeared more relieved than anything else. Yoongi wanted to stare into her eyes which looked ready to turn into dust for a while longer, but they needed a little privacy.

“I’m sorry, but I’m invoking the host’s right to go on a date themselves,” Yoongi said to the kid.

That’s when the irritation on the contestant's face increased tenfold. He stood abruptly and tried to look imposing as he had an inch or two on Yoongi.

“That’s not fair, we were having a good ti–”

Yoongi held up a hand to silence him.

“First, I’ve known her for a long time and she was seconds from telling you to stop overcompensating. Two, you were told this could happen and just because it never happened doesn’t mean you should have gotten comfortable thinking it wouldn’t. Your time is up, so back to the bus you go.”

There was still some fight in the contestant, but after the fourth time they’d opened and closed their mouth they finally walked away – well stomped away.

Once they were gone, Yoongi turned his attention to YN who again looked relieved, but ready to tell him he was the one who liked to overcompensate. However, she seemed to hold herself back.

Some staff came over to mic Yoongi now that he was in play, but he took the mic pack and waved them off.

“I’m going to turn it off at some point. You can keep filming, but no audio then,” he said.

They hesitated for a second, but then nodded in agreement, showed YN how to turn off hers, and left. 

With them alone once again Yoongi’s attention was back to her and for like a truck of doom he felt nerves hit him hard. He found it hard to meet her gaze and felt on the verge of throwing up, but he knew he needed to do it. That he wanted to do it. However, he needed a moment.

But he must have taken too long because soon enough YN sighed and stood from where she sat. She wore a gentle expression and gave a small smile.

“We should talk, yeah?” she said.

Yoongi nodded and without another word she grabbed his hand and led him inside to where new canvases were already set up. The cameras followed behind them, but that wasn’t the focus for Yoongi, his attention was on how to not fuck things up again.

For about twenty minutes neither of them talked, unless it was to ask the other to pass them something they needed to paint. It was nice and calm, but also tense because of what they knew would have to come. But neither seemed to open up to say anything and that was fine, especially for Yoongi who found it in himself to calm down as he painted. He didn’t want to go into the conversation as anxious as he’d been before.

However, after a little while the silence and lack of addressing the elephant in the room Yoongi got a different kind of anxiety and was ready to get to it, however YN beat him to it.

She set her paint and brush to the side, then she turned off her mic pack. Yoongi followed suit and motioned for the crew to move away. The sound guys left the building all together and the camera people moved to the other side of the space, which was thankfully large enough that they didn’t have to whisper to talk to avoid being heard.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi said once they had space.

 His words seemed to startle and confuse YN because she looked at him like he grew a second head for a moment.

“I think that’s my line,” she said.

There was a joking lithe to what she said, which made them both laugh a little and some of the tension dissipated.

Once they were collected though she got serious.

“I am sorry, Yoongi. I know you’re going to say this was a takes two to tango thing and it was, but the last one was all me. I should have listened to myself and calmed down before I came home. And even then I should have verbalized the need for a bit of space before I addressed what the issue was. That would have saved us… everything. Or at the very least not have made the end so negative and emotionally charged. And I shouldn’t have acted like I had the right to be as angry as I was when I saw you earlier today, I just held onto the feeling that I got when you didn’t answer my call two months later.”

Yoongi took a moment to take in what she said and bite back the argument that popped in his head when she laid so much of the blame on herself.

“You’re right. We both kinda made a mess of things, but I will cede to your part in the last fight, as well as how I could have done better. I know it’s hard to talk you down when you get that mad, but I could have tried. I also could have let you be instead of pushing for you to tell me what was wrong. I was just worried after things had been so good for the two weeks before. And then I was angry and hurt by the accusations when I felt like I had been trying to make things right and when I didn’t even know what you were talking about. That regret and anger amplified when I found out later that you’d gotten that information from Hoseok, who’d failed to mention that I didn’t know yet and would have said no to and instead let his excitement overtake him. I probably would have answered your call that time if it hadn’t and we wouldn’t be doing this here.”

As he spoke it was clear that YN was drooping a bit as the weight of everything came down on her. Yoongi felt the weight too, but he also felt relief in getting that out.

YN sighed. “What happened? I just don’t understand what went wrong for us. It happened in an instant and I’ve never been able to track what it was no matter how long I think about it and no matter how much I talk to my therapist about it. And I’m sure even she’s tired of trying to help me figure it out instead of talking about the things I started to see her for.”

At that Yoongi laughed.

“Mine is probably the same way, though I like to think that I do a pretty good half and half of talking about us plus the anxiety and existential dread that consumes my soul. Though he did mention how I had a habit of using it to push the issues that lay dormant, as if I’m trying to push down something else that I was upset ab…”

In an instant a thought rose to the surface and Yoongi, so caught off guard, paused and sat up even straighter than he had been before. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he processed what the hell just happened and despite having seen him like that before YN was clearly worried.

She reached out and took his hand, her thumb tracing circles in his palm. “You okay, Yoon?”

Her actions pulled him out of his headspace but didn’t stop the wide-eyed expression that he wore. But it was one step at a time and then he finally found the words to speak.

“I need you to honestly answer this and think about it carefully before you do, okay?”

YN nodded though there was some uncertainty lingering about.

“Did you think that I wasn’t putting much effort into us anymore? And I don’t mean when we’d already been arguing for a while, I mean beforehand when things were fine.”

Yoongi saw the way she was ready to refute that, but then much like him she seemed to come to the revelation. A few moments passed before she came out of her momentary stupor.

“Yeah, I think I did. I know I thought it once when a date night had been disappointing, but I never really thought it in those exact words after that. Or I pushed it down because everything was good. Everything was going just…”

“Fine,” Yoongi finished for her. “I thought that too at one point. It was so brief that I barely remember what made the thought occur to me. And like you said, everything was just fine. There were no real ups and downs. There’s nothing that really stands out in my memory in that three-month period prior to the first argument that started it all. We hit a lull and we hit it hard. Of course, relationships mellow out and people get complacent, which is fine, but I think… I think we got too complacent.”

All YN could do was look at Yoongi with a newfound wonder, a look that Yoongi also wore. It was as if a sense of relief and utter bafflement on a major scale hit them. Yoongi felt lightheaded from it all.

From there they remained quiet for a while, hands still joined.

Again, YN broke the silence. “Too bad we don’t have a Sheldon to draft a relationship agreement.”

Yoongi cackled in response to what she was referencing.

“Goodness, I can’t believe we were that couple. I would have preferred to be Howard and Bernadette, with less of the creepy and financial inferiority complex. I guess we can at least one up the other two by going to couple’s therapy to fully work this out and not rely on a friend making a contract about how we should behave.”

For a moment YN nodded, but then a smirk graced her face and she raised a brow. “Couples therapy? We’re a couple?”

Naturally, Yoongi rolled his eyes and gave her a goofy grin.

“No, but since we’re clearly on our first date I’d like to think that’s the end goal.”

Though they both had a ways to go before they could get back together since they wanted a stable relationship, it was still a huge step and major progress for them to even get there. And spending the rest of the date together enjoying themselves before she had to go on her last date and then fake contemplate who was the right choice made them stronger than they thought they could be.

Even when they both finally saw the episode in post, cringed at how dramatic it all was, and had to listen to Jungkook air out a little too much of their business for comfort.

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