#stripper!jongin

[nirvanawrites111]

Say You Love Me (Sub!Jongin x AFAB!Reader)

Word Count: 3727

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Afab!Reader

Genre AU: Male Stripper AU

Summary: Y/n runs No Manners male revue club and is recently divorced from Kim Jongin. But, needs a huge favor so that Y/n doesn't lose money and customers. No pronouns are used but Y/N is afab.

other characters mentioned: Ten, Taemin, Jun, Choi Minho, Leo

Warnings: Smut, sub!Jongin, Stripper club universe, pegging, strong language, oral sex (both rec), cum eating, degradation during sex. Calls Jongin a whore. Also... Jongin calls Y/N Daddy!, fingers (both rec)

Mentions of being with Ten Lee and Taemin. This chapter is just Y/n and Jongin together.

MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT. Ty so much!!!

A/n: Not sure if Y/n will have intimate scenes with everyone just yet. But I had to release this part because the sub!Jongin community is pretty dry and I need it for my mental health and clear skin.

Okay, I'm rambling.. also I'm obsessed with LET ME IN by Exo. It's been on repeat since Monday. I even play the slowed version. THE VOCALSSS.

If you enjoy my work please reblog it. I appreciate it!

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

"Where the fuck is Lee Taemin?!" You scream. You swallow hard, and your throat is raw. You walk around the lockers trying to find your main attraction for tonight. 

He knows how vital that headliner spot is. People come from far distances to see him perform.

The last thing you need is to deal with disgruntled customers tonight. 

You see Ten walk past you in a fishnet bodysuit covered in body glitter, and you grab his arm. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Ten turns around with his other hand still gripping the sizeable clear trash bag of dollar bills. "Umm, I'm going to count my money in your office. What's up?" His hisses. 

"Where the fuck is your friend, Taemin?" You ask. 

"Umm.." Ten avoids eye contact and looks down at the floor. "I have no idea."

You step closer to him and are less than an inch away from him. "Look at me, Ten."

His eye contact connects with yours, and he stares at you. "Yes?"

"Where is Taemin?"

"In the parking lot with Jimin."

"Thank you, baby," you pull him closer and kiss him.

You let it linger for a bit, and then you pull away. You head out of the locker room's back door and search the parking lot for the infamous pink Lamborghini. 

You see it in the back of the parking lot and race over to the car with your heels clicking against the pavement. 

You find yourself at the passenger side window and knock on it. Taemin jumps, and grabs his chest. 

"Roll down the window, drama queen!" you yell. You want to yank him out of the car because he has been MIA for the last few hours.

Not to mention he's still in his regular clothes, and his set is coming up soon. 

"Heyyy! Y/n," Taemin greets you. 

The marijuana smoke hits your face before he can say anything else. Both of their eyes are bloodshot red, and you are irritated, to say the least. 

"Get out of the car. You're late for work!" 

Taemin fumbles with the door, and Jimin starts laughing. 

"You look nice. Y/n. Are you hiring by chance?" Jimin asks.

"Fuck, no," you spit. 

You grab Taemin's hand as he gets out of the car. 

"What's up, baby?" Taemin replies. 

 "Don't baby me! I put you on as a solo headliner for tonight and you're literally blowing it. You know I don't let you anyone go up there high or drunk."

"I know. I know. I'm not high though. I was just talking with Jimin about doing some music. He has a producer friend that can get our songs on the radio," Taemin explains. 

"Taemin, I can't let you go on stage like this. Go home."

"What?" Taemin glares at me with glossy eyes. 

"You heard me the first time. You can't come to work like this. It's the rules."

"No, c'mon this night is important."

"I can't give you special treatment just cause we're fucking. You gotta go home."

You sigh in disappointment. You wanted so much more for him. He'd worked so hard to get to that top spot. He was just as much of a crowd favorite as Kai.

Kai's departure was so unexpected. You were left scrambling to replace him.

But, that's when Taemin stepped up to the plate, and helped boost the club back to where it was when Kai was the headliner. 

"Y/n, please. C'mon."

"I said what I said."

You walk away from Taemin because you might say something you regret or can't take back if you say anything else.

You reach into your back pocket. Your hand is shaky as you stare down at your iPhone in your palm. You pull up your phone and dial your ex-husband's number. 

"Hello?"

"Jongin." 

You take a deep breath and almost hang up the phone.

But you're desperate and don't want to disappoint your customers. Especially since tonight is a packed house. 

"Yes?"

"I need a huge favor. Can you perform tonight as the headliner?"

"Y/n, you haven't talked to me in months and now you need me. Sounds like you're in a tough spot. Where's Taemin?"

"I had to send him home." You grab your keyring off your hip and open the back door. You close it behind you. 

"I'll be there in five. But, you owe me, Y/n."

"Yeah. Yeah. Thank you! Jongin."

You know you won't hear the last of it from everybody, but you are the owner of No Manners. You have to do what's best for business and put all personal feelings aside. 

You walk into your office and see Ten counting his money and clipping it together in stacks. 

"Thanks for telling me about Taemin."

"I told him to come in for work, but he doesn't listen."

"He knew how important tonight is for the club. I don't get why he would do that."

"Me either."

"But, Jongin is performing tonight."

“Jongin… Kim Jongin? Here at No Manners?”

"Yeah, he was my last choice. You already did your set tonight. I couldn't make you do a double."

"You know Taemin is going to be pissed about it."

"I don't care honestly."

"Tonight, is about to be interesting."

"Are you doing the VIP room tonight?"

"No, I'm done for tonight."

"Okay."

Ten glares at the door, and you turn around to see Jongin transformed into his alter-ego. 

Kai. 

Your jaw drops when you see him wearing that one outfit you hand-made for him that he refused to wear. His muscular tone body is even more toned than when you last saw him. 

The tan sheer materials cover his body perfectly, and the rhinestone highlights his manhood but still leaves much to the imagination. 

It looks even better than it did a year ago when you had him first put it on. 

"You look.. stunning, Jongin."

"It's Kai for tonight."

"Right," you snap back to earth and nod. "Did you give the DJ your music."

"Yeah, I'm doing a new routine."

"You still dance?"

"Not in clubs. But, I've been playing around with something. Trust me the crowd will enjoy it."

You look down at your watch. "Alright, well. Let me walk you out."

You head out of the office, and Jongin trails behind you. You are curious about what he's been up to since the divorce was finalized, but you're going to mind your business. 

"That outfit looks perfect on you."

"I know."

You and Jongin stand at the metallic string curtains, and you stare out into the crowd. Jun is wrapping up his set, and his music fades out. 

The DJ starts playing the melody of a beat you have never heard. "We got a special treat for you all tonight. Get your dollar bills out. Hell, bring out your 10s 20s and 100 dollar bills for this special guest, tonight. Everyone rise to your feet for the one and only, Kai."

After the DJ says his name, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Kai struts throughout the crowd. He goes up to a lady coming to the club since you first opened it up. 

Kai works his magic and dances on the customer, and she almost falls over. He catches her, and she screams. People start throwing cash at him. 

One of the younger strippers goes with a trash bag and starts picking up his money for him. 

Kai continues making his runs throughout the crowd and gives a couple lucky people, some special attention. He doesn't care the gender. He doesn't discriminate. 

You are quick to remember why he's always been a crowd favorite. 

Kai finally makes his way onto the stage. You watch him, and he whines his hips to the music, and you can almost get lost in his movement. 

You love the way he connects with the crowd. He always focuses on one person and sucks them into whatever he's doing.

Kai goes over to the pole and swings around it. He climbs to the top and slowly comes down.

 He rises up the pole again and swings around it. He drops down into a split, and he climbs up. The light turns off, and I head to the DJ booth, where the music still plays. 

A few moments pass, and then he's just wearing a rhinestone cover g strip. The crowd cheers even louder, and more people move closer to the stage, throwing money at him. Seeing all that money all over him, he works the pole even harder. 

Your jaw drops when you see your ex-husband in action. He's a natural for this lifestyle and the best to ever do it. 

After his set is over and he heads into his dressing room. The younger stripper walks towards his door with two large trash bags of money. 

You grab the money and knock on the door. "Come in!"

You open the door and place the oversized trash bags on the couch. You glance over to see Jongin cleaning the makeup off his face in front of the vanity. 

"Your set was amazing."

"I know. I’m sure you freaked out about the lights going out."

"Yeah, I thought something was wrong."

"You know I always know what I'm doing. You would have just talked me out of it."

"I know. I appreciate it. The club just isn't the same without you."

"I'm sure. You should let me come back."

"You know Ten and Taemin wouldn't like that."

"You're going to let them affect your business like that?"

"No, but things are calm backstage. You know you're a diva."

"You saw my fucking stage, right?" Jongin glares at you, and his gaze on you is stirring something up in you. 

"I did. You're a headliner. You've always been one. Especially since Choi Minho left. You brought something different."

"The crowd eats it up every single time."

"I know. You were amazing. You didn't miss a beat. How's life post stripper life?" You ask and sit down on the couch next to his vanity. 

"I'd be lying if I said it was easy. Too many people recognize me as a stripper. I honestly needed the money, tonight."

"If you needed help, why didn't you call me?"

Jongin laughs at your question. Why would he ask you for help? He shakes his head and wipes the glitter off his neck. 

"We haven't talked in almost five months. I wanted to put this life behind me. I didn't want to be some washed up stripper."

"You're not a washed-up stripper. You're a talented fucking dancer."

"I know but my resume is seven years an exotic dancer with you as my only reference."

"No one has called my phone. You know I would speak highly of you."

"Well, I haven't gotten any offers."

"Something will come. Listen don't worry about giving me any of the money. Keep it," You reply. 

You stand up, and Jongin stands up in front of you. He towers over you slightly by a few inches. You two are standing looking at each other. 

"I miss you."

The words uttered by Jongin feel personal and envelopes you in a way you can't describe. 

You stare into his eyes and brush his hair back from his face. His usual chocolate locks are an ashy gray hue. His beautiful face sparks something deep inside you.

This is still the Kim Jongin that knows all your deepest secrets. The man who held your hand through building this club. You were there for him when he got into dance school. So much history between the two of you. So much has happened. 

Your chest tightens, and you take a deep breath. The words are caught in his throat. 

"I miss you, too. But, we both know that the divorce was for the best."

"Because I wanted to leave this place and you didn't want to let me go. I wanted to grow past the gaze of desire. I want to be taken seriously."

"I hear you. I knew you leaving the club would affect me financially. I wasn't ready to make that move."

"Well, I will be here for the next month. So, tell your little princess Taemin that his spot is taken."

Jongin slides into his baggy jogging pants and grabs the trash bags.

You know that you need Jongin even though it will cause a rift between the other dancers. You know it's best for business. 

***

Jongin sits in his car and stares at the flashing LED light with the club's name, and he sits back in his seat. He wants to drive out of this parking lot and never return. 

But, the way they cheer his name and empty out their pockets for him is something that will have him returning back. 

Jongin arrives at home to his townhome, which is gate operated. He pulls into the front of his house. He grabs his money and heads into his home. He inserts his keys.

He tosses the bags of money at the door. He kicks off his shoes and heads upstairs to take a shower. 

Seeing you was more than emotional. He didn't know how he would respond to you. Nor did he see if he wanted to even talk to you. 

His phone lights up, and he sees a car at his gate. He lifts his phone to see a red Corvette with the top down. He hits the button to open the gate. 

What is it that you want this late? Did you come to say that you no longer need his services?

Jongin heads downstairs and opens the door. He watches you get out of the car and head up the stairs.

Your strapless jean jumpsuit dress hugs your body just right. Your red heels make you a bit taller, but still not taller than him. 

Jongin raises an eyebrow, and you lift your infamous Gucci bag packed with his favorite toys. 

"So, do you want to get fucked out here on your porch or do you want to invite me in?" You ask him. 

"Come in and fuck me."

***

You push Jongin against the couch, and he smirks at how you manhandled him.

You would be a fool to not want to fuck him after seeing him perform tonight. Everybody is probably going home to masturbate after the performance Jongin delivered tonight. 

"Jongin, my pretty boy." You lean forward and sit down on his lap cowgirl style. You whisper against his ear and nibble as you feel him rise underneath you. 

"I'm yours?" Jongin breathes out. 

"For tonight, yes." You reply. You run your red fingernails down the center of his chest. "Can I taste you? Ya know to reward you for doing such a great job tonight."

"Of course, mistress," Jongin moans. 

The aura of this man is so powerful, yet in your presence, this beauty is so submissive to you. No one would ever believe it if you told them. But, you wouldn't care. 

You move down his waist and get down onto the floor. Your knees dig into the soft light carpet supporting you. You reach up to help me get out of those sweaters. His dick springs to action because he isn't wearing any underwear.  

"Damn, you're always so hard for me," you whisper, tracing your fingers along his length.

"Fuck, I've missed you, daddy."

Jongin loves to call you different things whenever you two are intimate, but daddy is the one thing you love the most. He's the only guy to ever do it. 

"Mmm… I haven't heard that name in months." You grab his dick and swirl your tongue around the head. Your core tingles, and you work your mouth up and down on him. 

"Please.." Jongin emits a moan, and it makes your heart flutter.

This was your favorite way to see the real Jongin. With his legs spread for you and moaning and panting. You haven't even really got into it, and already you are bringing him close to his release. 

"Please? What? You like it? Or you want me to stop?" You taunt him. 

"No, please keep going. I'm not going to last," he whimpers. 

Of course, he's not. He always reacts to you so well. You love that about him. It doesn't take a lot for him to come. He's been like this since you two first fucked. 

"You know other people might not like how easily you cum, but I'm honored how fast I can make you come."

"I know.. I'm only like this with you."

You stop and sit up on your knees. You watch his eyes spring open, and he looks down at you. "Why'd you stop?"

"You need to work for that nut, sir." 

You lie back against the carpet with your legs open. Showing him you’re pretty pussy without any underwear.

You want to taste his nut on your tongue, but you want to make him work for it. You know he's always up for a challenge. 

"Eat me until I come, Nini."

Jongin doesn't hesitate, moves down on the floor, and holds onto your legs as his tongue probes your sensitive region. You can feel the heat building inside you as Jongin's skilled tongue works its magic. You moan and writhe under his touch. 

One thing about him is he knows how to please you and will do all he can to ensure you know it.

His tongue explores your slit, and he catches your juices dripping down because of how turned on you are from hearing him moan for you. 

You could get off just from hearing him moan. You have in the past, recorded the audio of two of you having sex and used it for your personal time when you were alone.

Jongin sticks a finger inside you, and your body reacts to him quickly. He pulls it out and sucks it on his finger. You love the sight of seeing feast on you. 

He pushes two fingers inside of you and does the same thing again. "I've missed your sweet taste. Nobody taste like you."

Jongin leans down and kisses your pussy. His soft lips against yours make your body jolt. He is getting lost in pleasing you. Everything he does feels so good.

You can feel the heat building up inside you as Jongin continues exploring your body with his fingers. You moan softly, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. His kisses are gentle and loving, making you feel cherished and desired.

Jongin kisses on your pearl while he fingers you. You ride his fingers until you squirt all over them. He sucks your juices off his fingers. Jongin moves down and replaces his tongue where his fingers were to slurp out the rest of your release. You grab the back of his head while he sucks the soul of your body. 

"Fuck, Jongin!" You cry out and continue to ride the wave of your orgasm. It feels too good, and now you're sensitive to the touch. You push him off of you. 

Jongin lies next to you and you get down to his dick. You are on the right side of him and sucking him faster than before.

No one has eaten your pussy like that since you were last with him, so you know he's earned the right to come. 

You stick your finger in your dripping pussy to wet your finger. You stick it into his ass. He's always liked it, especially when you give him head. 

"Shit.. you know I love when you do that, daddy, please," Jongin whines. 

Just like that, he comes so hard in your mouth, and you swallow it. You love the taste of him. You climb on top of him. 

"Tonight is just an one time, thing, okay? If you're going to be at the club for a month. I don't want us to mess around. Cool?"

"Yea, of course. We're just getting it out of system."

"Exactly."

You stand up, unzip your jean dress, and toss it on the couch. You grab your Gucci bag and head upstairs. You still have your heels on. 

You make your way to his bedroom. You grab your strap-on and put it on. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come upstairs. You pour lube on your strap-on and coat it perfectly. 

Jongin comes upstairs. He's completely nude. He gets on top of you and slides down onto your strap-on. You feel the weight of his body on top of you as he starts to move back and forth. 

You lean back against the bed and watch him bounce on it. You like watching him fuck himself on your strap. 

"You're so.. naughty. Jongin. You're fucking yourself on my strap. You missed me that bad?" You coax him. 

"Maybe," he giggles. 

You slap his ass and grab it while he continues to ride you. In some weird way, you still have feelings for him.

Something you probably won't admit to him, and you don't know how you'll be able to survive a month with him at the club. 

"Maybe? You're acting like a whore."

"Cause you make me this way."

You lift him up and hold on to him while keeping the strap inside. You lay him on the bed on his back. You hold his legs open while you stroke into him. 

"Now stroke yourself, whore," You instruct him, and he obeys you. 

You grind your hips and continue to pound his tight ass. You miss moments like this. You know he's needy for the next nut by how he's jacking his dick. 

Your hand covers his as you pump harder until him until he comes again. 

"I love you, Jongin," You lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth. 

"I love you, too, Daddy."

The two of you fall asleep in his bed, and the following day you wake up. Jongin still is sleeping, and you sit on the edge of the bed. 

You look at your group chat with The Lee Twins. 

Ten: Where are you? Y/n

Taemin: Damn, you didn't come home last night. Are you really that mad at me? I'm really sorry, Y/n. 

You: It's okay. You're spot is being replaced for the month. I'll see you two soon. 

You know things are about to get crazy, but you know Jongin can take the club to new heights. 

Read Part 2

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ೃ⁀➷ Here is part two! Enjoy!

The Swim Team’s Car Wash Fundraiser - @miss-pearlescent || college!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: I asked for this for my birthday and I am not disappointed hehe

Hips - @soobadnoonecanstopher || teacher!au || parent!au || personal favourite || note: nothing makes me happier than reading dancer!father!jongin teaching dance to adorable kids and the rest of the story that comes with it (steamy)

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Humiliation - @mybiasisexo || roommate!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: damn this drabble definitely makes oneself fan her cheeks because it is h o t HOT

Colours of Jongin - @moonlightjongin || moodboard || personal favourite || birthday present || note: i know my dear has been fretting so much over this moodboard compilation but it is honestly the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

When I Was Yours - @moonlightjongin || college!au || personal favourite || note: I have been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea and guess what - I am not in any way or form disappointed with this masterfully written piece. I love it and will forever love it just as much as exception

Say Yes - @mint-yooxgi || killer!au || yandere!au || personal favourite || written for me || note: this made me squeal and giggle with a stupid grin on my face. I am so lucky to have such a talented writer as a friend who loves to give me my favourite killer in a cute way

Some Like It Rough - @mint-yooxgi || killer!au || yandere!au || personal favourite || written for me || note: even though she was worried, jackie did an amazing job and god did i love every second of this fic

Wicked Games - @thesammtimes || stripper!au || mafia!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: this is an idea i’ve been playing with. a dark stripper/mafia piece filled with dark love and such.

Soft Nini - @thesammtimes || ambiguous!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: i needed softness and samm provided T_T

Universal Differences - @miss-pearlescent || alien!au || personal favourite || kind of requested by me || note: ugh this is only two chapters in and im god damn in love! she’s done it AGAIN

The General’s Sweetheart - @miss-pearlescent || personal favourite || note: ugh this is so good so far, i can’t wait for more!

Kingdom Come - @x-ratedkpop || personal favourite || written for me || note: thank you bb for writing this for me omg i love you and i love this fic T_T

I Made Nini Smile - @kimkaijong-in || personal favourite || gif set || note: thank you so much because i wanted this so much and i am so happy thank you so much!

Wrecked - @worldwidewreckers || personal favourite || gif set || note: still don’t know who did this but thank you!

Christmas gif - @moonlightjongin || christmas present || gif set || note: this was such a pleasant surprise babe! thank you!

Kinktober - @mint-yooxgi || requested || note: oof, that’s all we need to say. perfection

An Added Benefit to Self-Sacrifice - @twisted-tales-of-all​ || requested || note: one of the best things i ever did was request this - so good!

#✧.* written for me #✧.* mutual appreciation

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[EXO] Baekhyun

LAST UPDATED ON: Dec 2nd, 2022

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Capítulo 2: Stripper, sprays e gemidos altos

Na sexta feira a noite, Kyungsoo e Sehun arrastaram todos os colegas da república para verem o namorado dançar na boate. Jongin dissera que era algum tipo de apresentação especial e a casa estaria cheia e gostaria que todos estivessem presentes. Não era a primeira vez que eles faziam isso e sempre se divertiam muito vendo o moreno dançar em cima do palco e arrancar as roupas da forma mais sexy possível. 

Acomodaram-se em uma mesa próxima ao palco, que o dançarino fizera questão de reservar, Sehun estava impressionado, o ambiente estava realmente cheio, havia homens e mulheres esperando para ver o amado dançar e isso lhe enchia de orgulho. Já Kyungsoo estava apenas curtindo o prazer de acender um cigarro sem precisar sair do local, pois a boate era um dos poucos lugares que não acatou a lei antifumo em lugares fechados. 

— Você realmente precisa fumar aqui, Kyungsoo? — Minseok reclamou, mesmo sentado algumas cadeiras distante, fingindo afastar a fumaça com a mão. 

— Não enche, Minseok. — Falou, dando uma tragada mais longa e soprando a fumaça na direção do mais velho, que esbravejou.

— Seu filho de uma puta… — O estudante de matemática apenas revirou os olhos e virou-se para Sehun, que mexia a perna de forma irritante. 

— Está ansioso? — Indagou, passando a mão firme na coxa do namorado e a apertando com delicadeza. 

— Sim. Está tão cheio. Olha aquela mulher ali. Olha as notas que ela ta tirando da carteira. Tudo isso é para o nosso Nini. Estou orgulhoso! — Kyungsoo sorriu, o loiro era definitivamente o fã número um de Jongin, os olhos pequenos brilhavam. 

— Pena que não temos grana pra fazer o mesmo. 

— Bem, eu peguei uns trocados com o Nini mais cedo… — Falou com um sorriso travesso repuxando os lábios. 

— Você pegou dinheiro emprestado com o Jongin, para jogar no palco na apresentação dele?

— Sim! Ele é o único de nós que realmente tem dinheiro.

— Se o Jongin não fosse um bebê manhoso que adora receber ordens, ele poderia muito bem ser nosso sugar daddy. — Sehun gargalhou com a ideia, balançando a cabeça negativamente. 

— Isso é mais impossível do que os ets do Jun hyung. 

Antes que Kyungsoo pudesse responder, as luzes do recinto se apagaram e todos começaram a gritar e chamar por Jongin. O palco estava iluminado por uma luz vermelha e os dois namorados se levantaram, parando diante desse, afim de ficarem mais perto para jogar as notas para o moreno. A música começou a tocar e então ele entrou, imponente e lindo. Estava com uma calça justa, que delineava suas coxas fartas e uma cropped vermelha que deixava sua barriga bem definida à mostra. Os movimentos do moreno eram perfeitos, apaixonados e apaixonantes. Ele era um dançarino divino, mostrava sensualidade não só com o corpo, mas com os olhos, a boca e um sorriso delicioso de quem seria capaz de foder até a sua alma. Ele era o ser humano mais lindo do mundo, aos olhos dos dois jovens que o observava com desejo, amor e principalmente com um orgulho que não cabia no peito. 

Enquanto isso, Jongdae e Yixing estavam sentados lado a lado, observando tudo. O chinês tinha as bochechas coradas, um tanto sem graça pela situação, mas estava apreciando a vista, afinal, Jongin era um grande artista e ele o admirava muito. Já o outro Kim, resmungava orações, pedindo perdão a Deus por estar naquele lugar e fazendo sinais de cruz a cada peça de roupa que era jogada no chão. 

— Eu não deveria ter vindo aqui. Devia ter ido pra igreja, pedir perdão pelos meus pecados, Xing. Deus me perdoa. Pai nosso que estáis no céu, santificado…. 

Yixing caiu na gargalhada, porque o garoto estava realmente orando, com os olhos fechados e as mãos cruzadas sobre o peito, dando-lhe um ar muito diferente de tudo o que acontecia ao redor. Ele se sentia muito sortudo por ter dongsaengs tão únicos, cada um especial do seu próprio jeito. 

Minseok assistia tudo com uma enorme careta no rosto. Tudo bem que seu dongsaeng dançava muito e que era muito bonito e coisa e tal, mas… Precisava jogar as roupas daquele jeito? Naquele chão imundo? E precisava fazer uma bola com as roupas? O que custava dobrá-las com cuidado após retirar?

Se o problema fosse alguém pra dobrar, tudo bem, o próprio Minseok se disponibilizava para isso! O que não podia era ficar aquelas roupas terrivelmente amassadas e grudadas de suor jogadas de toda forma no chão imundo.

Céus… Ele precisava se candidatar para organizar os eventos daquela boate também. Seria lindo e com certeza muito mais limpo. Podiam ter certeza daquilo.

Junmyeon tinha muito apreço pelo seu dongsaeng, mas nunca se entusiasmava muito quando precisava ir para ver ele dançar. Havia tanta coisa para estudar, tantas teorias para averiguar e a música alta não o deixava pensar direito. Estava com o queixo apoiado na mão que estava apoiada pelo cotovelo na mesa, olhando tudo de uma maneira completamente desinteressada.

— Com licença, querido. Aquela garota pediu para eu te entregar isso — Uma garçonete bonitinha abordou o Kim, deixando um drink verde na sua frente, apontando para uma loira em algumas mesas distantes.

— Obrigado, mas não tenho interesse.

— Deveria beber. É um drink novo, muito bom. Se chama Abdução.

O Kim arregalou os olhos encarando a garçonete como se tivesse nascido um terceiro olho nela.

Era isso!

Eles vieram lhe buscar!

Baekhyun fazia concha com ambas as mãos, gritando alguns “lindo” e “gostoso” para o Kim mais novo que se apresentava. Jongin o que tinha de manhoso no dia a dia, tinha de ego inflado quando estava dançando. Adorava receber elogios e o Byun não poupava nenhum deles, mimava ao extremo tanto ele quanto o Sehun, e até mesmo saia na porrada com o Kyungsoo de quem mimava mais. E daí que o Do era namorado dos dois? O Byun era o hyung mais legal!

 Chanyeol ainda estava num choque completo. Quando o chamaram para sair para comemorar sua chegada à república e também a nova apresentação do Jongin, não esperava aquilo.

— Ele faz isso tipo, sempre? Ou é falta de emprego ou…? — Chanyeol perguntou ainda atônito para o Byun que riu.

— Ele realmente gosta disso. De dançar para um público louco por ele e tirar a roupa. Nunca foi por falta de dinheiro, por mais que aqui pague muitíssimo bem para ele. Ta vendo as notas que o Sehun e o Soo estão jogando? Pode ter certeza que é o dinheiro do próprio Jongin que eles pegaram emprestado mais cedo. Eles sempre fazem isso.

— Eles não tem ciúmes?

— Não — O garoto de cabelo rosado respondeu dando de ombros — Sehun e Kyungsoo sabem que isso é importante para o Jongin e no como ele se sente completo se apresentando. Eles respeitam a escolha dele e o apoia incondicionalmente, como você pode mesmo ver.

Chanyeol fitou a dupla que gritavam desesperados pelo outro namorado que oferecia sorrisos fáceis e piscadelas. Até mesmo quando o Kim atravessava o palco e sentia algumas mãos femininas em seu corpo e tinha uma nota de dinheiro deixado no cós da cueca, Sehun e Kyungsoo gritavam animados como se realmente estivessem feliz por cada nota que o namorado podia ganhar. Era surpreendente ao tempo que era engraçadinho.

— Ele faz isso desde antes do namoro? — Chanyeol continuou a perguntar, os olhos perdidos no corpo do dançarino.

— Na verdade não. Aconteceu depois. Jongin um dia confessou a vontade que tinha e os dois, Kyungsoo e Sehun, o incentivou a seguir isso. Inclusive foram eles que acharam essa boate para o Nini. O relacionamento deles é muito tranquilo e saudável. Tirando, claro, quando o Soo e o Sehun estão tentando se matar. Mas todo mundo se acostumou.

Chanyeol queria dizer que prestou atenção no que o Baekhyun havia dito, mas não seria verdade. Seus olhos ainda estavam completamente presos nas reboladas que o dançarino dava naquela minúscula peça de roupa. 

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A noite havia passado rapidamente e todos partiram para a casa, com a divisão usual dos dois carros que pertenciam ao Kim mais velho e o mais novo. No carro de Minseok, estavam Jongdae, Junmyeon e Yixing, enquanto no de Jongin estavam os outros moradores, com Kyungsoo dirigindo, pois Jongin apesar de ser o dono do automóvel, estava sempre sonolento demais para estar à frente do volante. O Do fumava seu cigarro tranquilamente com a janela aberta, agradecendo por não estar no carro do mais velho da república, só assim poderia relaxar de fato ao tragar, sem receber um xingamento ou reclamação desnecessária. Estava vivenciando o vício tão deliciosamente, que não percebeu que ainda fumava após estacionarem na garagem e adentrarem a casa, só dando conta disso, quando Minseok surgiu do inferno, com seu maldito spray de bom ar, gritando palavrões e espirrando aquela merda com cheiro de lavanda na sua cara. 

— APAGA ESSA PORRA, KYUNGSOO. VOCÊ CONHECE AS REGRAS, CARALHO.

— ENFIA ESSE SPRAY NO RABO, FILHO DA PUTA. — Gritou de volta, irritadiço, enquanto os namorados gargalhavam ao seu lado. — DO QUE VOCÊS ESTÃO RINDO? 

— Amor, você sabe que não pode fumar dentro de casa! — Exclamou Jongin, ainda risonho, recebendo um olhar furioso do menor. 

— Foda-se, precisa espirrar essa merda na minha cara, Min? — Indagou, tentando se acalmar, após jogar o cigarro fora. 

— Vocês são um bando de filhos da puta, que não me ajudam a manter essa casa. Tem regra pra ser respeitada, cacete. Já não basta o Junmyeon roubando meu bombril pra fazer aquelas merdas de capacete de comunicação com ETs. Agora você entra em casa fumando? Quando você vai parar com essa merda de vício?

— Quando você parar com essa sua mania de limpeza, cacete! 

— Não é uma mania. Eu só gosto de tudo limpo. — Resmungou, soltando um longo suspiro. 

— Hyung, o bombril não é pra fazer o capacete e sim para ajudar na comunicação com as antenas. Achei que você gostaria de saber. — Sehun falou, com um sorriso debochado, recebendo um belo dedo do meio com resposta. 

— Vai se foder, Sehun. — O loiro deu de ombros, ainda rindo. 

— Vamos pro quarto? Tem uma parte da sua coreografia que eu ainda não aprendi direito, Nini. Acho que você devia mostrar pra gente de novo. — O historiador sorriu ladino, apertando a bunda do namorado com vontade, o que fez o moreno suspirar desejoso. Kyungsoo já estava do seu outro lado, a mão firme em sua cintura. 

— Vamos sim! — Falou quase cantarolando, alegre pela atenção que receberia dos dois.

— Nananão. Vai cada um para o seu quarto, sem dormir junto. Não vou sair do meu quarto pra vocês transarem e vocês estão proibidos de fazer essas coisas na frente do Yixing, estão me ouvindo né? — Minseok alertou, causando revirar de olhos dos três mais novos.

[...]

Sehun adentrou o quarto sozinho, Junmyeon estava sentado na cama, mexendo em um walkie-talkie que fazia um barulho muito irritante. Lá estava ele, usando um novo método para falar com os extraterrestres (mas o capacete ainda estava na cabeça). Aparentemente, o mesmo tinha uma expressão levemente irritada no rosto. Pelo que entendeu, ele achava que tinha recebido um código dos ETs mas na verdade era só uma loira gostosa que queria sentar nele.

Onde já se viu? Foder ser mais importante que ETs?

O loiro suspirou pesadamente, sentando-se na própria cama. Pensava em uma maneira de expulsar o mais velho do quarto para que pudesse foder e ser fodido a noite inteira. Se fosse sincero, o amigo não iria sair. Diria que os ETs eram mais importantes do que uma boa foda, precisava de uma desculpa para tirá-lo dali. 

— O que você está fazendo, hyung? — Questionou, fingindo realmente se importar. 

— Estou tentando um novo método de comunicação. Li em alguns sites que rádios transmissores, junto do capacete podem adentrar uma frequência diferente, alcançando as naves fora do nosso planeta. 

— Deixa eu ver se entendi… Você está tentando usar um walkie-talkie para falar com um disco voador?

— Bem, eu não usaria essas palavras, mas sim. — O loiro voltou a suspirar, querendo pegar o travesseiro e matar o colega de quarto sufocado, ou apenas desmaia-lo por tempo o suficiente para conseguir transar em paz. 

— Sabe, hyung… Eu estava falando com o Minseok há pouco e ele me disse que estava extremamente curioso para saber sobre a área 51. 

— Sério? O Minseok não se interessa por essas coisas. — Indagou desconfiado. 

— Eu sei, mas parece que ele vai fazer um casamento de um casal meio louco… quer dizer, que curte essas coisas também. E ele precisa de um pouco de base para preparar a festa com esse tema. 

— Nossa, que incrível! 

— Sim!!! — Exclamou, mais falso que uma nota de três. 

— Será que ele não poderia deixar eu ir nesse casamento, para ajudá-lo?

— Eu tenho certeza que ele deixa, se você pedir com jeitinho. Mas precisa explicar bem para ele, o que é a área 51. — O mais velho sorriu, quase de forma maníaca de tão entusiasmado, pegou seu travesseiro e seu cobertor e saiu do quarto, tropeçando, ainda com o capacete na cabeça, fazendo Sehun rir. Os dois namorados entraram em seguida e Kyungsoo trancou a porta. 

— Você sabe que o Minseok vai matar você, não é? — O Do questionou, risonho.

— Depois da apresentação do Nini, eu preciso de uma boa foda! Estou duro até agora. — Apontou para o moletom, puxando-o mais junto do corpo para comprovar seu argumento. 

— Vale a pena morrer pra me foder, Hunnie? — O moreno indagou, aproximando-se em passos lentos, com Kyungsoo logo atrás. 

— Pra foder você, eu morreria mil vezes. — Respondeu, se levantando para chegar até ele. 

Jongin sorriu, completamente bobo, enquanto sentia o peito de Sehun no seu e o de Kyungsoo em suas costas, a melhor parte das noites em que os garotos iam assistir sua apresentação era aquela. Quando os dois namorados estavam queimando de desejo por si, e ele sabia muito bem, que seria muito bem tratado, amado e mimado, até o dia clarear. E apenas naqueles momentos, ele preferia não estar dormindo.

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Sabia que aquilo era errado em tantos traços de moralidade, mas era muito mais forte do que ele. Assistir Jongin, naquelas roupas brilhosas e coladas para depois vê-lo quase completamente sem roupa rebolando de uma maneira desumana fora demais para o seu pobre coração e para sua condição. Havia ficado duro a noite quase toda, agradecendo o moletom grande por esconder a sua vergonha e ninguém percebendo sua safadisse.

Transtorno Sexual Hiperativo, não fora o diagnóstico mais fácil de se receber. Parecia que era apenas desculpas para ser safado de maneira desprovida, mas não… Era bem pior que aquilo. O TSH que tinha desenvolvido em si, tinha como subtipo a masturbação compulsiva, e isso significava se masturbar de uma maneira excessiva, mesmo sem vontade e mesmo que houvesse muita dor.

Era ridículo, mas aconteceu. Havia momentos que o Park soluçava de cansaço e dor, mas não conseguia parar os movimentos de suas mãos até finalmente o corpo entrar num estado de exaustão que era impossível simplesmente fazer qualquer outra coisa. Foram momentos muito difíceis e que ficaram para trás depois que começou o seu tratamento. Fazia Terapia Comportamental Cognitiva e tomava alguns medicamentos que o ajudavam a controlar esse ato impulsivo.

Ainda assim, mesmo que mais fraco, o transtorno continuava a existir. Chanyeol ainda se masturbava todos os dias e às vezes mais de uma vez no mesmo dia. E aquele era mais um dos momentos em que o pau estava completamente duro, marcando bem a calça de moletom cinza que já estava molhada do líquido seminal que era expelido. 

Deu uma espiada por cima do cobertor e encontrou Baekhyun na outra cama de olhos fechados e com aqueles fones enormes na cabeça. Respirou baixinho e virou de costas para a outra cama, caso fosse flagrado, seria menos pior. Baixou a calça até a metade das pernas junto com a cueca e não demorou a envolver o pau duro com a mão grande, movimentando ainda de uma maneira suave, fazendo-o gemer baixo.

As imagens do Kim mais novo naquela república rebolando pintava em sua cabeça antes mesmo que conseguisse conter. Movimentou de maneira mais rápida e precisa, espremendo os olhos no mais puro tesão, deixando que mais um gemido lhe escapasse da boca, igualmente baixo como o primeiro.

Quando deu por si, já movia a mão de maneira desuniforme e descontrolada, o polegar por vezes pressionando a fenda apenas para impedir de vir rápido demais. Quanto mais demorado fosse o orgasmo, mais chances de ficar satisfeito e não se ver envolto na bolha do seu transtorno e acabar precisando repetir o ato. 

Ainda assim, não demorou muito, num gemido mais alto, derramou a porra na sua mão e barriga, arfando de maneira bagunçada, sentindo a sensação gostosa de orgasmo formigando por sua pele.

Naquele momento, Baekhyun ergueu as mãos ao céus e agradeceu. Além de descobrir que o colega de quarto não tem qualquer vergonha na cara, descobrira também que o infeliz era muito do barulhento e tudo que ele queria era estar dormindo porque tinha que encontrar o grupo do seminário na faculdade para montarem um trabalho.

Esperou do fundo do coração que aquilo fosse algo pontual e que Chanyeol nas próximas vezes segurasse mais o tesão e fosse bater uma no banheiro, porque, honestamente… Ninguém merece!

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Não gostava de sair do quarto de madrugada. Se acordasse Sehun a morte era algo certo. Mas, considerando que aquela noite estava dividindo o quarto com o Minseok e o mesmo ainda estava acordado revendo paleta de cores de algum casamento que ele não tinha ideia de qual era, pode aproveitar para escapar e ir a cozinha.

Sentia uma fome absurda naquela hora e era por isso que sempre tinha comidinhas escondidas no quarto perto dos seus equipamentos de rastreio de ETs, afinal, nunca se sabia quando um apareceria, certo? Então nada mais justo estar sempre pronto para alimentá-los, considerando que talvez eles tivessem feito uma viagem muito longa. E viagem longa dá fome.

Desceu as escadas sempre pulando um degrau e rapidinho chegou na cozinha, abrindo a geladeira para tirar tudo que precisava para fazer um delicioso sanduíche com muita mostarda e picles. 

Logo montou tudo dentro do pão, pegando qualquer coisa que fosse comível e colocando porque sim, misturar mostarda e nutella era algo que podia ser muito gostoso quando você era uma pessoa completamente ousada e cheio de conhecimento tal os ETs já haviam trazido em sua vida.

Quando já estava para sair da cozinha e dar uma mordida bem dada no sanduíche, quase gritou ao ver um vulto verde bem na sua frente. 

— São vocês? Vocês vieram me levar? — Perguntou num misto de ansiedade e medo, lembrando se a cueca que vestia era bonitinha porque se tivesse o corpo estudado ao ser abduzido, queria estar apresentável.

— Desculpa… Você, poderia me lembrar onde é a porta? — Quase bufou ao perceber que na verdade se tratava de um cara bonitinho com um casaco verde. 

Uma das fodas do Jongdae, obviamente.

— Só dobrar a direita — Suho apontou desanimado, vendo a figura sumir da sua vista ouvindo o click de fechado da porta.

Droga. Mais uma noite se passava e nada de ser abduzido.

— Você já foram mais eficientes, amigos extraterrestres… Já foram mais eficiente — Resmungou, tornando a subir as escadas para ir para o quarto.

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Mesmo que fosse algo considerado fora do comum, afinal de contas cada qual tinha seu próprio horário, todos tomavam café da manhã juntos, Chanyeol havia acabado de descobrir aquilo.

A enorme mesa da sala de jantar conseguia comportar todos sem problemas e cada um tinha seu próprio lugar, coisa que o próprio Minseok falou quando o Park sentou num lugar qualquer e quase fez o pobre dono da casa surtar. Yixing foi dócil e preocupado o suficiente para pegar uma cadeira extra e arrumar um lugarzinho para o Park entre ele e o Byun que ainda não havia chego.

Na verdade, quase ninguém havia aparecido ainda, se não considerasse o mais velho, o chinês e o próprio recém morador que quietinho observava o Kim mais velho colocar a comida. Até pensou em se oferecer para ajudar, mas o Zhang bateu em sua coxa e negou com a cabeça. Aparentemente aquilo faria Minseok entrar em mais um surto.

Um pouquinho depois o Jongdae apareceu com a cara mais amassada do mundo, como quem não tivesse dormido nadinha na noite anterior e silenciosamente sentou em sua cadeira. Quem veio logo depois foi o Suho, que quase bateu a cara na parede porque tinha o rosto enfiado num livro com um idioma que Chanyeol não tinha noção de qual era. Depois de ser ignorado pelo Minseok na noite anterior e completamente enganado pelo Oh, precisava descontar suas frustrações nas línguas extra terrígenas. 

Quando Minseok estava terminando de colocar a mesa, Sehun, Jongin e Kyungsoo apareceram. Na verdade, era algo como o Do e o Oh arrastando o Kim mais novo do que qualquer outra coisa. O casal colocou o dançarino levemente adormecido na cadeira, ajustou o mesmo para que não caísse e logo sentaram cada um de lado, deixando o mesmo no meio. 

Chanyeol prendeu a risada quando a cabeça do Jongin tombou para o lado, mas aparentemente aquilo era bem comum porque Sehun parecia já estar numa posição que permitia que o Kim encostasse sua cabeça. Kyungsoo fez um carinho na coxa do serzinho adormecido e deixou um beijo em sua bochecha, vendo um sorrisinho brotar do dançarino, demonstrando que o mesmo estava acordado mesmo com os olhos fechados.

— EU QUERO QUE VOCÊ SAIBA, QUE VOU LAVAR A PRIVADA DO QUARTO DO BAEKHYUN COM SEU CABELO, SEHUN — Esse fora o bom dia dado pelo Minseok para o Oh assim que viu o trio entrar. Estava possesso em ter sido obrigado a dormir com o Junmyeon na noite passada.

Sehun apenas deu de ombros. Lavava dez mil privadas para foder os namorados outra vezes.

O último a chegar foi o Byun, que tinha uma expressão levemente irritada no rosto e parecia que se abrisse a boca, ia xingar até a última geração de quem olhasse um pouquinho torto para ele.

— Dormiu comigo, Baekhyun? — Kyungsoo falou de maneira debochada pela falta de bom dia do colega de república. 

— Queria ter dormido, isso sim — Resmungou completamente mal humorado.

— Tá fazendo aqueles jogos difíceis cheios de código, hyung? — Jongin perguntou sonolento, porém mais desperto que outrora, colocando manteiga num pão de forma.

— Antes fosse. O problema é meu colega de quarto novo que acha que é uma boa ideia estrear o próprio batendo uma! — Continuou a falar no tom mal humorado, fazendo o Park ficar completamente vermelho dos pés a cabeça. Se tivesse bebendo alguma coisa com certeza teria se engasgado.

— E tá errado? Você só pertence ao quarto se você bater aquele cinco contra um e batizar com sua porra — Sehun ditou risonho, levando um tapa fraco do Kim mais novo.

— Na frente da minha salada, bicho? — Suho indagou, mas também tinha um ar risonho. 

— O problema não é só se masturbar. Todo mundo se masturba! — Baekhyun grunhiu.

— O Yixing não — Minseok foi rápido em falar, bebericando sua xícara de café. O chinês ficou extremamente vermelho e era difícil saber quem estava mais, se era ele ou o Park.

— O problema — ignorou completamente o dono da casa — é que ele geme alto demais. Como uma pessoa não consegue se conter?

Chanyeol sequer conseguia dizer qualquer coisa que fosse. Estava constrangido demais para se expor. Tinha certeza que o Byun estava dormindo e de fone, logo, achou que estava em uma zona segura. 

Não imaginava que fosse tão barulhento, mas também não podia ter uma ideia acerca do assunto já que ficava sozinho no quarto e seus pais nunca haviam falado nada sobre o assunto, talvez, fosse constrangedor demais para todos eles.

— Ai gente, deixa o Chan quieto. Ele mal chegou e vocês já tão expondo ele assim na hora do café — Jongin falou de maneira baixa e Chanyeol se sentiu tocado pelo garoto tentar diminuir a situação.

— É só ele não inventar uma dessas de novo e eu fico calado — Baekhyun respondeu de boca cheia, levando um tapão do Minseok.

— Eu… — Chanyeol tentou falar, mas se sentia cada vez mais e mais constrangido.

— É só ignorar — Jongdae se pronunciou pela primeira vez — É o que faço. Com o tempo você se desliga automaticamente e vira só um barulho de fundo.

— Não tem dificuldade alguma né, Dae? É tanto gemido e grito das suas fodas, que o problema de audição já tá dizendo oi — Sehun ditou maldoso ganhando uma risada do Kyungsoo enquanto Jongin revirava os olhos.

— Mais respeito com o Yixing, por favor? — Suho falou apontando para o chinês que parecia que ia entrar em combustão.

— Eu tenho Transtorno Sexual Hiperativo — Falou mais alto do que queria, impulsivo, pressionado pela própria vergonha e por todas aquelas vozes falando ao mesmo tempo.

Todo mundo da mesa se calou naquele mesmo instante encarando o novo morador, que tinha o rosto escondido entre as duas mãos. 

— O que isso significa, Chanyeol? — Baekhyun perguntou depois de um tempo, sem qualquer deboche ou ironia na voz.

— Significa que… — Tentou dizer, mas parecia que qualquer coisa que fosse falar poderia ser completamente mal interpretado.

— Você não tem que falar disso se não quiser. Sério. A gente não vai te zoar com isso — Sehun ditou e Yixing fez um carinho suave nas costas do Park, como se reforçasse a fala do mais novo. 

— Eu preciso. Isso vai evitar problemas mais na frente — Chanyeol continuou encarando o próprio prato — Eu tenho algo como uma disforia sexual. Parece engraçado, mas não é. Não é como nos filmes e pornôs. Eu tenho impulsos sexuais com muita frequência que me fazem ter necessidade constante de ações sexuais, mesmo que eu esteja muito cansado, mesmo que eu esteja triste, mesmo que eu não queira. 

— Que não queira? — Minseok perguntou com os olhos estreitados.

— Eu já fui internado porque eu me estimulei tantas vezes que meu próprio corpo não aguentou. Eu só parei porque desmaiei, eu chorava porque não queria mais aquilo — Tentou explicar ainda sem jeito e sem coragem de fitar os outros.

— Você tá se tratando? Isso parece ser bem sério. — Fora o Kyungsoo que falou com uma voz meio preocupada, encorajando o Park a erguer a cabeça.

— Estou sim. Tomo medicamentos e faço terapia. Estou muito melhor. Muito melhor mesmo. Mas os impulsos ainda existem e eu meio que preciso fazer. Se eu conter por muito tempo, posso entrar em crises e precisar de muitos estímulos seguidos e é horrível.

— Transar não resolve não? 

— Eu… Não… Eu… Não… — Tentou responder ao Byun, mas ficava cada vez mais vermelho e atrapalhado com as palavras.

— Ok. Baekhyun, seu colega de quarto é um ninfomaníaco virgem. Eu achando que já tinha visto de tudo, bicho! — Suho falou com os olhos esbugalhados, mas fez um biquinho quando recebeu um chute por debaixo da mesa de Minseok.

— Chan, relaxa. Sério. A gente fica feliz que você tenha dividido isso com a gente e por mais que a gente não tenha uma compreensão de fato de como é isso, a gente vai te respeitar. E te ajudar, no que a gente puder — Jongin falou num meio sorriso.

— Ajudar, em apoio moral né? — Sehun indagou com a sobrancelha arqueada.

— Claro amor, no que mais seria?

— Sei lá, vai que você tá oferecendo uma mão amiga? Meus braços já doem demais em ter que bater uma pra você e pro Soo ao mesmo tempo! Não ia aguentar mais um pau não.

— SEHUN, O YIXING NÃO PODE OUVIR ESSAS COISAS! — Minseok gritou, jogando um pão no loiro que começou a rir.

Chanyeol ainda estava vermelho, mas acabou sorrindo de levinho ao ver todos embarcarem em outro assunto e realmente o acolherem, mesmo estando ali por menos de uma semana.

De alguma forma, sentia que aquela era sua nova família. E estava feliz com ela.

[purpletigertaetae]

Rosie

Gif isn't mine!

Pairing: Stripper!Taemin x Reader

Word Count: 2308 words

Genre: Fluff, a hint (and I mean like a whisper) of smut. But honestly not really, no actual smut.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: I mean, Taemin gives whiplash, but beyond that nothing.

Tagging: First, a major thanks to mama thot ( @taetaesbaebaepsae​) because I don’t know what a strip club looks like so she helped me out! You cuuuute!

Notes: You know, I’ve found that I really like dance scenes, but I absolutely SUCK at writing them. I dunno man, I’m a little crazy, because I wrote this at 1 am this morning in a weird fever dream.  Anyways... I hope you enjoy! 

Your friend’s bachelorette party had been so stereotypical, you could’ve planned it in your sleep. Brunch, mimosas, a boat ride around the harbor, cute pictures for hours at the Japanese Gardens in the sunset and onward. At one point, you had left the rest of the girls to tour the area and plucked a rose to place in your own hair, wishing for the hundredth time you were in her place, in love with a guy who loved you with a fervor. In your heart you wished for a romance, a sexy lover in bed, a gentleman on the streets. You had been on plenty of dates, and a couple hookups, but they never passed your tests. The witty banter never happened, the courting never happened, and in bed they left you unsatisfied and orgasm-less, having reached their peak way before you. You hoped for a day that you would be the queen, with a king.

RING Your phone rang with texts, jolting you out of your daydream. The girls had finished their pictures, and with the sun having set, they were ready to head back to the hotel to get ready for the next place.

One hour later, you were dressed in something much more skimpy, eyes in a smoky shadow, your lips painted red like blood, and feet shoved into sky high stilettos. The red rose found its place back into your hair, the pop of color matching your lips. The other bridesmaids ushered you and the bride into the rented limo and you sped off into the streets. Once the limo reached its destination, you stepped out of the limo and let out the biggest groan.

“A strip club? Really you guys?”

Loud giggles answered you and you were pulled into the seedy establishment. You had lived in this city for over six years but had never graced this place. As you stepped in though, your jaw dropped. However seedy it looked on the outside, it was a complete one-eighty inside. It was spotless. There were lounge chairs scattered in circles around poles and poker tables, a wall to wall bar set up on the side, facing a raised platform against the other wall. Facing the entry, on the back wall was a stage, with chairs facing it. The lighting was dim, sexy, with a reddish tint, and people milled about, some at the bar, some lounging in chairs. Just stepping inside boosted your confidence, and you followed the girls to the back, you added a swing to your step, hips swaying. Something about this place made you feel sexy, even though you weren’t even a dancer.

You all found your place at the front of the stage, while a waitress placed drinks in front of you. You all cheered and threw back shots, sipping on tequila, letting loose, waiting for the next dancer to start. Your eyes wandered as you waited, clocking the handsome bartender behind the bar, the two waitresses placing food and drinks in front of other patrons, and attractive men and women dancing on poles behind you.

“When is this show starting?” You muttered to the bride sitting next to you, reaching to take a sip of your drink.

“Any minute now y/n! Are you excited?”

“Sure, that’s one word for it.” You grinned, happy that your friend was having a good time.

Suddenly the lights around you dimmed and a spotlight lit up the center stage. As the dancer sauntered out, your eyes grew wide and your jaw dropped. He was ravishing in blond hair, icy blue eyes, a smirk painted on his lips, and a perfectly tailored suit. He walked on stage like he owned the place and you were left awestruck and speechless while the girls around you screamed in delight. He sauntered up to the edge of the stage, and locked his eyes on you, quirking an eyebrow, a stunning smile licking across his face. You just sat back, stunned until he broke eye contact and strutted back to his position, a furious blush blooming across your cheeks.

As the music rang out, he spun around, taking off his suit jacket and tilting his head up giving you a view of his jaw, neck and collarbone. His hands came up around his neck, almost like a caress and he ran them down to his crotch, stopping as he took off his belt, while you watched entranced. His eyes found yours again and you were hooked, your panties getting wetter with his every move. He moved with the music, grinding the air, each snap of his hips sending a jolt down to your core. Your eyes were wide, unblinking, but he still smirked as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He danced back up to the front of the stage as the music lulled, looking for a partner while dancers behind him pulled up a chair. He started at the other end of your line, stopping at each girl, looking, playing, teasing. Eagerness arose in each girl as he moved down the line, hoping he would choose them until he landed on the bride. She looked at him knowingly and waved her left hand to show off her ring. He winked at her and finally turned to you, extending his hand.

“How about you, Rosie? Would you like a dance?” His voice was deep and breathy, the nickname sending a tingle down your spine.

You gaped at him and his hand for what seemed like an eternity, and then made a decision. You grabbed it shooting him a small smile, downing your drink, while the brightest, widest smile lit up his face. While you climbed up onto the stage, the music changed into a Latin beat, and you smirked wider. This was going to be a surprise, for him. He placed you center stage and began dancing around you hips writhing to the beat, until the music picked up. He spun quickly, but you stopped him in his tracks, finally snapping out of the spell he put you in. You ran your hands down his chest, looking up into his eyes. He watched in disbelief as your hands found their way into his hair, onto his shoulders as your legs moved in time with his. Those years of competitive salsa and tango had finally paid off. He caught your waist as you dipped and you began hearing cheers as your friends came out of their shock. You pranced around him, slut dropping, and swaying, showing off your assets as he watched, an excited and seductive smile growing on his face. His eyes sparkled with mischief as you threw yourself at him, in time to the music, twisting away when he tried to catch you. You lost yourself in him and the music, shoving him back into the chair he had put out for you, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, grazing your lips across his jaw while placing your leg around his shoulder. He bucked his hips up to you, and you spun and placed your ass up against his clothed but hard member, freezing as the music stopped and his dance finished. You stood up to thunderous applause, the entire club had been watching you, a blush blooming deep on your cheeks.

“Give it up for Rosie!” He finally spoke again, and you noted a waver in his deep voice. Did he seem shocked? Blushing hard, you dipped in a slight curtsy as everyone applauded again. However when you went to leave the stage, he caught your wrist and pulled you back into his chest, catching you off guard and stealing your breath as he whispered into your ear.

“You’ve left me with quite a dilemma, Rosie. You gonna help me fix it?” He pushed his hips into your ass, his hard-on evident through his pants.

Your eyes widened in shock, your shyness back with a vengeance, and you forced yourself to breathe, letting out a breathy laugh.

Gathering the last bit of your courage, you turned around and stood on your tiptoes to reach his ear.

“Maybe next time big boy.”

You nipped at his ear and rushed down the stage, leaving him with a surprised look on his face, but a smile slowly licking at his face. Had you looked back, you would’ve seen him rake his fingers through his tousled hair, a wide smile on his face, admiration in his eyes. However, you rushed away looking to get fresh air, your heart racing in your chest. The bridesmaids stared at your receding back, while the bride trailed after you, hoping to catch you as you ran out the door.

You burst out into the night air, breathing heavily, pacing back and forth until finally resting your back against the brick wall.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” The bride quickly came out after you. “You were fire up there, babe. That was incredible. I mean honestly, it got really steamy real quick. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I didn’t know I had it in myself to be honest.”

You stared back at her, a little crazed and began giggling. Within seconds, you two were laughing out loud, hard and out of breath. You both finally calmed down and she spoke again. “Are you okay? What possessed you to do that?”

“I don’t know. He was so attractive and enticing and I… I just snapped.” You paused and looked back at her, “it was exhilarating.”

She went to open her mouth to speak but the door to the club slammed wide open and the rest of the bridesmaids came trailing out.

“Y/N that was bill- no wait brilliant,” one girl slurred.

You looked at the group concerned, “why did you all come out?”

“We’re DRUNK!” Two girls screamed.

You and the bride exchanged looks and then you spoke, “we should get them home.”

You called the limo, and took them all home, finally finishing up the most interesting night you had experienced in a long while.

-A couple weeks later-

After that bachelorette party, you had basically retreated back into your shell. It was back to regular routine, work, home and sleep. You had seen the bride a couple of times, but had shut down any conversation she brought up about the night of the bachelorette party. She didn’t need to know that you had gotten off multiple times to that hot dancer, his smirk seared in your brain. She didn’t need to know you had tried to find him again but to no avail. She didn’t need to know that you had maybe fallen for him, without even knowing his name. You would be fine and this man, this dancer was just a fleeting thing that would disappear over time.

You sighed loudly as you pushed your cart around the grocery store aisle, catching yourself in thought of the dancer. You shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of your daydream and...

Crash! Your cart collided with the person across from you, making you drop the pasta box in your hand.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, while picking it up. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going!”

There was silence on the other end until you heard a familiar voice that sent a tingle down your spine.

“Rosie?”

Your head snapped up, and you locked eyes with the man from your recent dreams. His hair was still blond but his eyes were a deep chocolate brown. In his hoodie and jeans, he seemed boyish, almost innocent, his eyes wide behind round glasses.

“Rosie! It is you!” The man exclaimed, a blinding smile spreading across his face.

You blinked a couple times as he spoke, snapping yourself back to reality.

“Hey, yes it’s me. But my name isn’t Rosie. It’s, uh, Y/N.”

“Y/N. I’d been looking for you. The way you danced that night... I... I was hooked. I am hooked.”

“Oh. Thanks. I don’t know what got into me, I usually don’t do that.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been dancing forever and that was a first. You surprised me... In a good way... in the best way actually.” He blushed hard, gaze on the floor, speaking coyly. He looked at you through his lashes, bashful and shy, a stark difference from the man up on the stage.

You looked at him curiously, a small smile on your face. “Yeah I, uh, learned salsa and tango for a while, but that was new for me too. I don’t usually do that, well actually I never do that,” you rambled, until you remembered you didn’t even know his name. “Uh, we danced together, but I never caught your name?”

“Oh it’s Taemin. Lee Taemin.”

“Well Taemin, it was a pleasure dancing with you.” A blush rose through your cheeks as you smiled shyly at him. For a moment you both just looked at each other and smiled, trying to communicate through unspoken words, until you broke the silence. “It was nice to meet you Taemin.” You pulled your cart away and attempted to turn around.

“Wait! Rosie! No, wait Y/N!”

You turned back around to him and he began to speak.

“Look Rosie... I mean y/n... I, uh,” he cleared his throat almost nervously. “I would love to dance with you again, you know, without an audience,” his eyes widened as he registered what he said, “No wait that’s not what I mean!” He ran his hands through his hair nervously, and cleared his throat again. “I mean, I’d like to get to know you better if that’s okay?”

He watched you, eyes wide, hope laced with nervousness in them.

You chuckled quietly and then spoke softly, “I’d like that.”

“So how about coffee?”

“Coffee sounds great.”

A/N: Look I know it’s been ages since I posted something original on my blog, my irl life has been kicking my ass. But I hope you enjoyed! 

#superM #lee taemin the chaotic hyung #lee taemin #taemin x reader #stripper!taemin #shinee #triveni writes #kim jongin #byun baekhyun #ten chittaphon #wong yukhei #lee taeyong #mark lee #dancer!reader #taemin fluff #taemin smut #fluff #smut #taemin angst #angst #taemin imagines #kpop imagines #taemin reactions #kpop reactions #taemin scenario #shinee scenarios #shinee smut #shinee fluff #shinee angst #shinee imagines

[kaisooficrec]

Nini Planet Round 2 (Our Summer Reminiscence)

The bottom!jongin monthy challenge fest is back with their second round, and this time the theme is: Summer AU.

slow burning golden nights

Genre: Science Fiction, Summer Romance, Futuristic, Author Kyungsoo, Dancer Jongin, Slight Angst

Length: 4,224 w

Rating: R

Summary: Kyungsoo rents a beach house to work on his latest novel and meets a stripper, a teacher and a poet. Or, Do Kyungsoo gets a master course in duality.

Like the midday sun being pretty hot (It's natural for me to love you)

Genre: Royalty AU, Summer, A/B/O, Omega Jongin, Alpha Kyungsoo, Bottom Jongin, Top Kyungsoo, Prince Jongin, Soldier Kyungsoo, Plot What Plot, Smut

Length: 4,014 w

Rating: NC-17

Kinks/Warnings: Mpreg, Breeding, Knotting, Rimming, Slight Slut Shaming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Feminization of Male Genitalia, Jongin’s asshole being referred to as a pussy/cunt, Squirting, Anal Fingering 

Summary: Omega Prince Jongin went into heat while playing in the royal meadow, and his secret lover happened to stumble upon the omega in distress. Naturally, it’s the alpha’s job to take care of his lover right?

Summer Reminiscence; Summers to Come

Genre: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, A/B/O, Royalty AU, Mild Cottagecore

Length: 2,509 w

Rating: R

Kinks/Warnings: Feminization, Implied Mpreg

Summary: They were first introduced during a summer ball; by the next summer, they were planning their wedding; two summers after, they were expecting their second pup; this summer, they reminisce about their lives together so far and what the future held for them.

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #nini planet #kink:top soo #genre:futuristic #genre:smut #genre:pwp #genre:royalty au #genre:wolf au #genre:mpreg #fluff #genre:established relationship #niniplanet

[sugar-petals]

Hey Caro ☺️ I just took your super m quiz - thanks for making such a fun quiz, I feel like it helped me get into super m! I know nothing about them yet but I thought it fit soo well that I got Kai bc I’m a full time dancer - now you have me super curious about him 👀👀

KAI :: INTRODUCTION MASTERPOST (dance focus)

so you wanna know about the god of k-pop choreo? oh yeah, i’ll talk to you about fucking kai! if you dance, this guy is the #1 must-know. once you see him move, there’s no going back. i don’t exaggerate: kai is the gold standard. brace yourselves, i’ll show you why.

kim kai aka kim jongin (27) is a solo artist and super m’s plus exo’s main dancer — est 2019 and 2012 respectively — heading either group with a passionate, hyper-physical style that roots in his early practice of of jazz dance and ballet. the influence definitely shows. 

learning choreography, he’s become the gorgeous fusion of emotional grace and explosive power that unites both tension and extreme accuracy. while at the same time: never sacrificing his interpretation. and HOW MUCH HE BLEEDS FOR HIS CRAFT. he enjoys it so much. 

and he’s communicating it 100%, jongin’s dance is so interactive and raw, luring. i swear to god, put the seatbelts on for this one. it’s never just him, it’s you as well. you’ve never seen this before. he’s like “yes, i meant you, i’m looking at you”:

he’s even gonna modify the choreography to point right at you to underline that very thought. he’s so good, he can learn it, ace it, epitomize it, and do his own thing anyway. even the person in the last row will get whatever point kai wants to make. this is dance that belongs on the biggest stages.

even when he films without a crowd, it’s like you’re literally standing opposite to him. he focuses on two people: his moves, and the viewer. he has it look like you made him smile and self-aware, or you made him determined. INCREDIBLE. he shows his charisma, BUT he also shows your own (!) impact on him. it’s a duet. he wants you to join him on the dancefloor. this is from exo’s call me baby mv where kai does his famous come-hither:

he flirts and he encourages. he values the audience and wants them to be confident as well. i think it’s the reason why he’s so outstanding and addictive, kai thinks beyond himself. it’s a tango he involves you in with his eyes and how he opens his body, interprets a lyric.

it’s not about imposing himself going one way. instead: he plays the back and forth ALL. THE. TIME. in any context. whether it be frivolous, or fun, or gloomy, or sweet. even with a simple little smiley wink it’s happening. and he acts like you had a reaction to it. there’s literally just a camera.

this guy’s physique, strength, elegance, feeling for the beat, character portrayal (!), and control is unbelievable. he’s destroyed it in every fancam out there. he can’t switch it off even if he tried. your eyes would go toward him in the largest group formation still. put him in the center, that’s his spot, he showcases it.

because he doesn’t just show learned moves, he makes it radiate something dynamic and animalistic (he embodies superm’s ‘tiger inside’ all the way). 

jongin’s dance says: i love this, you love this, let’s do this, the feeling is right. he makes bodies and unrestrained touch the opposite of wrong, he pronounces it a source of having fun and being instinctual. and he never breaks the tie with you throughout, and uses his shoulders and lips to put the oomph into it. 

he uses innuendo and a ‘we both know’ sentiment perfectly as an invitation rather than just going through his routine. that’s how he can make each move fascinating. you can tell kai knows exactly how to make everyone scream their lungs out. i bet somebody held their breath just reading this post already.

exo’s most famous choreo is ‘monster’ (kai focus linked) with good reason: jongin can turn himself into nothing short of a roaring beast. it’s one sharp, complex move after the other. kai can bend any gravitational law he wants to show any feeling and pose he wants. a glimpse:

now, how to spot him in general if you’re new to him? here are some pointers. kai’s execution is clean, fast, and powerful. those are two decades (!) of experience showing. kai is an all or nothing dancer, he plays no games. he treats every group and solo stage like his best and last. his work ethic is beyond words. yeah, he’s a capricorn. his style is direct as can be, working every axis.

as you can see, jongin is hard to overlook anyway: he’s a 182cm giant made of steel. he strives to acutely visualize impact in his style and it is always successful. in fact, it’s his signature. it’s like he creates invisible objects and pushes through them. boom, he just burst another bubble.

when the song gets to his part, i guarantee you won’t miss him and all the boldness and expression he brings to enrich the performance. hell... he carries it. jongin can handle the center, i’m telling you. (look how fast he rotates here)

talking features — this is what to look for when he dances in a group setting: you can recognize kai’s face by how wide, bluntly structured and sensual it is. jongin is a sight. he has such an aura, serious, sultry, and smiling alike.

with a very recognizable silhouette (like... holy hell!):

he’s very cute as well ♡ the fandom and kai himself have an adorable analogy going on. jongin calls himself a teddy/nini bear and we joined in on it. (i made a thread about it here, it talks more about his offstage life) — hence kai’s fans are called eri-gom, eris as in exo’s fanbase and gom meaning bear. 

and i mean. look at him. what an attractive guy. he’s that handsome. strong brows, teddy eyes, square jaw, swept hair, glorious lips, tan skin. 

now yes, something important concerning his appearance and a serious topic: i don’t want to list you the endless instances of colorism that kai has to endure but it has to be mentioned. jongin has been called every name in the book and people agonize him over his skin incessantly. it goes on and on and on. every day a new terrible comment about him emerges because some pitiful person thought it was funny and would elevate them. 

he’s had to deflect, ignore, reframe, defend, remotivate, assert, harden, prove, denounce, and push himself, protect his confidence, decline skin bleaching constantly, laugh along, dance and practice thrice as hard to get the respect, and still see his dignity torn to pieces all day. i’ll just give it to you straight, that’s all fucked up. kai’s skin is perfect, he’s amazing and wonderful. 

in his own words:

— exactly right. say it even louder.

having him at the bottom of every joke is weird and messed up. this man is an utter beauty and nothing has to be fixed. it is up to him to define himself rather than get called ugly for his skin’s appearance by default, and get whitewashed at every opportunity. it’s been going on for 27 years, he scrunitizes himself all the time and doesn’t look at himself fondly because he hears these beatdowns daily.

it’s heartbreaking that this happens literally with no end in sight (’kai is just a stripper!’... ‘he has bad vibes’... ‘darkest guy jongin!’). for his skin, and how he decides to show it, too. jesus christ his skin looks fantastic, end of debate. they just can’t handle him, kai couldn’t be any more immaculate.

♡

jongin has vigorously protected fans from discrimination, bullies, and shaming himself whenever it came up. in a very straightforward and deadpan manner because he knows exactly how it damages you. (”J” in the subtitles = jongin, he’s wearing the plain white top at the very back)

we need to protect and praise him that way right back. it’s important.

so, needless to say. all in for jongin getting the center stage he deserves. because he has the wow factor in every regard. kai usually opens an MV because there’s no better way to get people’s attention with that level of presence. with kai, you can’t go wrong. if you get the center in a an all star group like superm, you are the king.

being part of that presence, kai’s stage alter ego has reached levels of infamity you can’t even imagine. it’s great to see him being sovereign without apology.

and it doesn’t stop there. he shows time and again that acting, props, and commanding the audience has to be mastered to be an exceptional dancer. kai owns his sex appeal. sometimes, he even dances a portion of choreo with his eyes closed because he’s feeling it so much.

he is a pro in using his surroundings as well, superm’s stages are a glorious opportunity for kai to show how he comfortably ‘lives in’ the 3D space around him.

which makes the viewer do the same: watching kai makes you feel amazing, energized, but also serene and enjoying the moment. 

there’s always balance. it’s the magic of it. e.g. he comes along with so much impetus and decisiveness but eventually, he halts to offer himself. here i am — take me. i’m yours. closed arms, open arms. walking, kneeling. looking down, looking up.

kai goes every extra mile there ever was and makes each eye contact count. involving the audience, one grin at a time. it works. it’s about establishing contact. he connects to the onlooker with so much nuance. 

kai’s smirk is notorious and you can see why it’s so raw and real: he makes it linger. it’s such a duality since his dancing says i’ll come over, while his message is come and get me, i know what’s on your mind.

with a hilarious twist – kai expertly uses humor. you don’t get that in many dancer repertoires. i love it. all those quick expression changes. his smile! 😊 what a man.

so — what makes him so good and known: yes, his style doesn’t deny that dancing and eroticism are one in his business. that takes courage. kai has it. iconic performances have been his reward. point dance/killing part: exo’s love shot choreo. 

that suit has swept the nation. what’s more: kai shows you it’s more than just good hip movement that a good dancer needs. he does everything at once, he puts the pleasure on his face, all his limbs are following the template he chooses.

the thing is. kai couldn’t be any shyer, but when the music starts he becomes a oscar-winning madman. he emotes constantly (!) and stays in character. this is gold.

jongin always plays it up. he knows how to use that face and does a lot of power posing. this is how visceral looks like. he’s interpreted exo’s aggressive concepts to a T.

and he has so. much. fun. it propels him. on every beat.

past every hurt, heartbreak and injury, man. if you know about his genre you knew this was coming, kai does all of that with 4 herniated discs. since debut days, never recovered. every gif in this thread, he dances with a battered spine. wheelchairs, stage collapses, relapse-recovery-schedule tales, the dilemma of injuries being inevitable, limping, kai falling into depression during breaks, constant pain killers, countless tears on stage, we’ve seen it all, the extreme end of it. 

kai works out like hell to literally keep his body from falling apart. but it doesn’t help the nerves in his back that are impacted. doing choreo you can sometimes literally see the pain kicking in and he pulls himself through with force for the last minute. once you know how strained his back is, you can see it.

at the end his expression goes fuck now it’s coming when the adrenaline fades. he takes every second-pause he gets to rest but still finishes each move. even when he holds back, he keeps it together and executes each turn. sometimes, he has to restrict himself and soften his movements to protect his health (especially in hard choreographies such as lucky one which is universally disliked by exo — still jongin makes the very best of it smiling bright and dancing so hard his sleeves come off).

he frequently states he ‘dances in any case unless his legs are affected by something’. all torso injuries are fair game, this guy is hardcore. and people claim he’s just pretending. chen (a fellow exo member) says not a single part of jongin’s body is intact. he has paid every price to get this far to follow his love. he’ll step on stage with crutches. he works SO HARD.

that being said: exo being called the official nation’s group, i say kai is the nation’s dancer. period. he has had his great moment at the korean olympics flawlessly dancing in a hanbok with traditional instruments and fulfilling his dream. 

i love the tension and drama he can bring. he can also thrill with slow, vulnerable movements alike.

kai’s is called a legend, he’s all that and even more. the facial expressions alone are feared by any kai stan because they hit home. 

this guy is a sex icon and goes off like a gun, messing around was never kai’s incentive. 

while at the same time being incredibly nuanced and so, so descriptive with his movements.

point dance: baby don’t cry. yep, kai has danced in water. must-watch.

this man loves what he is doing. he said he wouldn’t regret to die on stage because dancing is his destiny. boy, it shows. this guy has found his purpose. he can tell any story he wants. he’s a complete artist.

he’s perfectly portraying his incentive and he couldn’t look any more like a god on earth.

long story short, kai is dance and motivation goals. if you dance professionally, you can easily look toward him for the right words.

if you want to further your study and knowledge: he released a self-titled solo album recently. highly recommended. he worked forever on it, and he’s really dishing it on there. you get to hear his soft voice plus sizzling footwork. and he isn’t even getting started yet. you’ll hear from kai, i promise. he constantly achieves new levels of artistic perfection.

a last remark. jongin is amazing for a myriad of reasons that go beyond what i show you here given the post focuses on his work on stage. but the point stands, while other people have tried to break him, he broke through every barricade instead and stood up for himself. we can be extremely happy to have him and witnessing his unreal dance is an exceptional pleasure. here’s to jongin continuing his passion and confidence, healing, and getting the sweeping respect and acknowledgement that is his.

#kai #kim jongin #jongin #super m #exo #exo introduction #superm introduction #introduction posts #kim kai #erigom #ask #bulletproofgucci #cub mail 🐆 #dance #dance analysis #flashing tw #injury tw #colorism tw #kai masterpost #long post #kai thread #exo thread #superm thread #jongin thread #jongin dance analysis

[timextoxhajima]

Playlist Feels: SHORT SERIES PART 1

Member: stripper LEE JUYEON

Genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers because why the fuck not lmao and it fits the song anyw

A/N: at the point of writing this I WAS TIRED AND SLIGHTLY DRUNK BUT LETS GO. also, NOT part of the GEN Z series, i have racer juyeon in stall for you in gen z ;) also i told V that i was never going to write a stripper au for jy until he goes shirtless or grinds on a prop like kim kai did in artificial love... but when i saw this video, i thought of nothing BUT kim jongin. their styles are pretty similar... not to mention kai had an undercut phase too... conclusion: dana is in a mess and she’s drunk

“i know it hurts to smile but you try to.”

what is a story?

a story has a start, an arc, an ending. 

is it pages of cream colored sheets stacked atop one another, word after word after word printed in ink?

is it the lyrics that your neighbour sings in the shower because he associates the beauty of the lyrics with some heartbreak he’s been through, regardless of when he experienced it?

is it the way someone walks in the room and steals everybody’s attention with the sheer amount of confidence and intimidation he was radiating?

so, what is a story?

ups-and-downs. friendship. love. heartbreak. faults.

‘it was my fault, and it always will be.’

god wouldn’t have allowed you to forget that face even if you were dead, even if you had your skull cracked open and your brain was being eaten out in bits like Hannibal Lecter savouring the flesh of his victim. 

it feels like a witch’s long, untamed nails were being dragged across your skin, and she was breathing down your ear, whispering secrets of potions and words to curses like they were part of a song. 

he who is inked in your heart made of stone will never be removed.

blood that runs thick in the color of love forbids a stake foretold.

bones crumble to dust like fine sand in the wind,

for you will never forget that you have sinned.

the scars on your heart slowly tears apart like a wound that never healed, and every step he makes on the space makes you wish that he was stepping on your soul instead. 

not because you were sexually frustrated, but because you deserved it.

“y/n, lighten up! we’re here to have fun, not watch your mopey ass sulk!”

“yeah, you’ve been so stressed lately, don’t you think it’s time to loosen up?”

“for the record,” the music starts to thump in your stomach and the lights dim into a dark shade of red. “i didn’t want to come to a strip club.”

blood has covered the light, for his soul cries over your misdoings. 

“ugh, you’re such a party pooper,” she huffs, visibly frustrated when her forehead creases into lines under her makeup. 

the memory of you aggressively avoiding being dragged to a strip club rings in your ears like a fire alarm. sometimes, you would’ve loved nothing more besides throw a chair when she acts like that; making it seem like you wanted to do something when you’ve clearly stated you didn’t.

unfortunately, you were used to her shitty little habit. 

coercion sprints itself across your arm when she suddenly grabs it, violently shaking you when the music starts. 

dread washes over you like wildfire when he starts to move, and he suddenly becomes one with the music. 

the whiteness of his skin grabs you by the neck and sticks an ice-cold popsicle down your throat. you could still taste the sourness of the lemon flavoured one he would always give you, even though he liked it too.

the shiny, glittery, loose clothes hanging around his physical existence freezes your muscles the way medusa could turn people into stone. the hairs on your arms stand when you remember how small you looked in his clothes.

and his eyes. they hold a dagger at your heart, tip already sinking into the skin on your chest. 

black, sticky, dense tears flood out every hole of your soul’s mouth.

it takes a massive amount of effort to keep every dollop of excruciatingly painful memories to yourself, for you would’ve thrown up your dinner if you didn’t invest that kind of effort.

in your head, you were a demon coated in tears and smudged ink. 

stuck in time like a statue, your eyes were hollow and your voice was no longer. 

red, the color of blood mixed with poison was spewing out every hole from your face, your knees hitting the ground where the a bed of thorns were laid out carelessly.

the same way you laid out the bed of roses for him, only to become his thorns.

the start of the story began when you first locked eyes with him first in the neighbourhood library near your school. 

you never really liked studying in school, not when there were always noisy kids tossing a ball around or someone loudly crunching on chips next to you.

it doesn’t take long for you to notice that he’s been watching you, resulting in you warily turning around to look behind you to see if he was looking at someone else.

a soft chime in the hall pulls your attention to the old clock hanging above the entrance of the library, and an announcement rings through the PA system.

“dear visitors, the time now is 11pm. kindly exit the library and dispose of any litter you may have with you. we hope you’ve enjoyed your time here and we hope to see you soon.”

it was exactly because it was so late, that there was nobody left in the library.

carefully, you return your attention back to him, music still playing softly in your earpieces.

his eyes were glued to his books as he clears them off the table, and you remain seated, taking your time to pack your things as well.

you were hoping he doesn’t come over, so naturally, you panic when he does.

feigning the mindless scrolling on your phone doesn’t do much when he presses his palm flat on to the surface of the table, robbing you of an option to ignore him.

well, you could, but you recognise him. 

how could anybody not recognise him?

his eyes meet yours and intimidation fills you like you were drowning, but he suddenly squats with the support of his hand gripping onto the edge of the table, eyes darting away.

a frown finds itself on your face and you watch cautiously when he stands up again, placing a pen and a candy wrapper on the table before you.

“planning on hiding in the bathroom and staying overnight?”

“i... uh-- no...”

“okay,” releasing the edge of the table, he grips the two straps over his shoulders by the sides of his chest and nods towards the exit. “time to go then.”

lee juyeon had always been a rather mysterious character in school. he was two years your senior but it wasn’t surprising to know that he was friends with three of your classmates, one of them being your closest friends. 

when he wasn’t smiling, he looked like he could kill someone; drive a knife through their faces and not feel a pinch of guilt.

but when he does, it’s like setting off a billion firecrackers at once.

and by firecrackers, you mean the girls in school swooning over him.

if you had to choose a word to describe the way you looked at him, it had to be ‘indifferent’. you couldn’t deny that he was a great painting to look at and pretend ‘ugliness’ wasn’t a thing, but you’ve never really bothered to invest your emotions on anybody you deemed too far to reach.

so when he offers to walk you back to your place because of how late it was, it surprises you. 

“why do you study in the community library and not the school library? i thought i’d see you with sunwoo or eric or hyunjun in school.”

“uh... i stay for awhile just to watch them mess around until they lose their stamina... the school library is filled with idiots who eat and make a fool of themselves which make it not-conducive... so i thought the community library is a better idea. besides, the school library closes at 7pm.”

“ah,” he laughs, and you could hear the swooning in the back of your head. “why am i not surprised?”

silence. 

the awkward atmosphere was killing you, and it was difficult to swallow the fact that you could not think of anything to say.

luckily, you stay just about a ten minute walk from the library, so juyeon walks right past your residence without noticing you’ve stopped.

“uh-- juyeon...”

“huh? oh,” he halts in his tracks and turns around, sheepishly taking large steps back to you. 

“thank you for walking me back.”

“it’s alright.”

silence, again.

“...goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

you purse your lips and offer him a polite smile, slightly surprised that he knows your name. 

then again, he knows three of your classmates, and you were good friends with hyunjun. 

he doesn’t leave until the lift takes you away from the lobby, the view of him waving to you with his unwaxed, tousled hair makes you smile to yourself once out of sight.

the arc of the story comes when you start to find candy under your desk a few weeks later. 

you had stopped visiting the library because you were cooped up at home working on projects you needing your laptop for. 

the sugar left on your desk seemed to be some kind of coaxing to get you to go back to the library.

the candy on the desk was the same one that you ate at the library, the one with the wrapper that juyeon picked up--

“hyunjun,” you call out to the boy who was passed out on the table, walking towards him. 

“go away, i want to sleep--”

“you’ll sleep in class anyway,” grabbing his shoulders, it takes you some effort to peel him off the desk and make him sit upright. “you know who left this and i want to know who.”

hyunjun looks at you with bloodshot eyes, brows furrowing as he messes up his own hair.

“you sound like you already know who, so why do i need to bother telling you?”

the plastic of the candy wrapper crinkles in your hold as hyunjun’s head meets the table again.

again, it doesn’t take long for you to find out that juyeon might have a crush on you, and neither does it take long for you to reciprocate. 

being with juyeon was like sitting on a car and going on a long road trip. 

not many bumps, not many surprises, frankly, you were more than happy he was such an easy man to be with. 

when juyeon graduates, he gets admitted into a performing arts academy in another city, leaving you in school where you still had to wear school uniform and wake up even before the sun rose.

but he makes an effort to come back to visit you, knowing that he was the older one with more freedom. 

this long road trip, however, turns into a rollercoaster without warning, without your realisation.

the institute you enroll yourself into after graduation was located further away from the academy than your old school, but juyeon promises that he’d be with you whenever you could, and you promised the same.

distance becomes the first problem, when you realise how taxing it is to spend two hours travelling across the country to see him, and spend more time sitting on a bus or a train than actually being with him.

it starts to wear you away at the edges, fire burning the corners of ivory sheets with mandarin colored flames and leaving ashes the shade of coal on the floor.

then when juyeon was in his final year and you were halfway through your four year course, it was almost like he vanishes off the face of earth.

it worried you at first, that it felt like he was treating this four year relationship like he mattress he could fall back on anytime he wanted to. 

you didn’t blame him, but it stings in the wounds that draw on your heart after a considerable amount of time. 

was this what a long-distance-relationship encapsulated? how do couples who don’t even stay in the same country get through it?

you miss his scent, his arms around you, the way he smiles at you whenever you say something stupid or when he doesn’t get a joke and you had to explain it to him. 

it feels like he has forgotten you, and it rips you apart that you knew why, that you understand he has his own responsibilities as a student in a prestigious performing arts academy. 

but you can’t help but to think: if i could find time that i wanted to provide him, then why couldn’t he?

there was an expectation, and he didn’t meet it. naturally, it becomes a parasite in your love for juyeon. not only had you not seen him in months, his replies begin to spread out across days. 

he doesn’t reply until more than 24 hours later, and even when he does, they are short. they are dry.

you start to wonder why he was being so irresponsible with a relationship, especially one that he initiated four years ago. your thoughts start to run wild in your head, and you worry if he had just been playing with you the entire time, and now he was probably kissing someone else in some dance studio in another city.

no, juyeon would never.

then the day came that he appears on social media after a long time. the light that filled you was so intense that you smiled just by noticing he’s finally not dead.

yet, you would’ve much preferred death over seeing another girl on his social media. 

he didn’t have the time to respond to you, but he has the time to go out with another girl?

you leave him a text, trying to keep your cool and convince yourself that she was just a friend, and that he’d reply you as soon as possible if he knew you were feeling upset about him spending time with another girl.

hurt converts itself into something physical when he doesn’t reply. 

one day passes, then two. 

and soon, the whole week flies past. 

calls don’t get through, much less messages.

just what was he doing?

you worry and wonder that he no longer loved you and he was merely running from you in hopes you’d leave him alone.

where had you gone wrong? were you a bad partner?

your grades started to take a toll, and memories of juyeon started to clog up in your head as if you weren’t already trying to tear your heart out of your chest.

juyeon no longer loves you. 

he’s just having the time of his life in another city, with another girl, probably kissing her in the dance studio and running his hands all over her.

the mere thought kills you, so being able to actually imagine it in your head peels your skin off your body, leaving you in a wrecked mess on the floor with tissues used to wipe your tears. 

then, sangyeon came along.

the fresh graduate was flustered when he sees a second-year student fallen apart in a tutorial room on his trips back to the university. but he recognises you from a branching out event you attended a month ago.

it lasted two weeks, and sangyeon was your teammate as a senior, so he was more than aware of your life and existence. 

sang yeon stays a safe distance away from you while you try with way too much effort to calm your sobs down. 

it’s not a surprise when it fails though, and you break down even harder with the force of someone beating you up

sangyeon doesn’t hesitate to scoot over to your side and pull you into his arms.

it was tricky, trying to recall what exactly you told him. your eyes were swollen and your face must’ve looked like a plum while your tears stained his shirt. 

having someone’s shoulder to cry on was so comforting. it fills a gaping hole in your chest that shouldn’t be there in the first place. 

sangyeon’s voice runs through your head like honey, honey that soothes the scalding burns juyeon left on your skin. 

you knew it was dangerous, and there was a thin line to cross if you chose to let sangyeon through the doors of your heart. 

most your friends weren’t truly aware of the status of the relationship, thus telling sangyeon everything at one go combusts you even further. 

the urge to have someone’s skin pressed against yours, promising you that you were safe whenever they were around becomes painful to reject. 

you will never forget the look in sangyeon’s eyes when you kiss him mid-sentence. 

sangyeon tastes exactly his voice sounded, sweet and soft. his eyes were wide open the second you ram your lips into his. 

his reluctance slips across your arm, feeling a small amount of force being applies to your elbow when he realises what was happening.

but that pressure softens, and he lets you treat him like juyeon, in attempt to cure your own broken heart.

you will make the biggest mistake you will ever make in your life that night, and that was letting yourself pretend sangyeon was juyeon.

not only were you the one who initiated the kiss in attempt to redeem the lack of affection you were none but craving, you chose to pretend juyeon was the one who spent the night leaving fluttering kisses all over your skin. to whisper words of comfort into your ears and kiss your tears away.

when you wake up and see a pair of eyes that shouldn’t be in such close proximity to yours, it feels like a sword has been driven through your stomach.

then you hear hell knocking on your door, but he sounds like love and missing.

it is a crack, then a rip and a complete separation of your body into two when juyeon realises the door of your dorm room is not locked, and he has that bright smile on his face when he walks into the room, thinking you were asleep.

everything happens under a minute, and sangyeon wasn’t even fully awake by the time juyeon was in the room, seeing you in bed with another man.

the memory of a fight the magnitude of tremendous proportions etches itself in your brain like a parasite. 

juyeon literally hurls sangyeon out the door, the only piece of clothing on him being his underwear. 

there was an effort to stop juyeon, because you knew it for yourself that it was not sangyeon’s fault.

it was yours, and it always will be.

juyeon has the man’s clothes thrown out the door and he slams it shut in his face before you could say anything to sangyeon, locking both himself and you in the room.

have you ever seen the eyes of someone who has absolutely no clue what he did wrong?

they are broken, confused, hurt, angry. juyeon’s were coveted with a layer of tears just seconds away from billowing over his lower lids when he sees that your face was reddening from shame as well. 

there was a heavy silence that could’ve killed you, and you wished it did. 

“are you waiting for me to ask--”

“no.”

“so what’s your explanation?”

you dump yourself on the edge of your bed, fingers pressing into your temples. if you pressed hard enough, maybe you could drill your fingers into your skull and rip out your brain.

“y/n.”

why did your own name sound so threatening when it comes from his lips?

“why did you do it? the fact that we were saving it so we could be each other’s first after marriage but you go ahead and do it with someone else--”

“oh, is that the only thing you care about? sex?”

“no, that’s not what i meant--”

“i thought you’d be pissed off over the fact that i have another guy in the picture regardless of our relationship--”

“which is exactly what i’m asking right now!”

the skin on your forehead gets pulled back when your palms hold back your hair. being interrogated by juyeon in just a bra and home shorts felt so humiliating, so degrading, but you can’t help but to have that pang of hatred for juyeon.

he was the one who incited this. all you did was react in a way disproportionate to your feelings.

“why’d you do it, y/n?”

his voice is shaky, and you were terrified to look up at him because you knew he was already crying. 

it shatters your heart; you were angry.

with him. 

with yourself.

his feet shuffles against the floor and he kneels before you, eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of remorse. his hands wrap around yours but you pull away with resentment, and you can’t help but to feel like he was guilt tripping you into apologising. 

it was my fault, but he incited it. 

“y/n--”

“stop, don’t touch me--”

“tell me what’s wrong, we’ll figure i--”

“tell you ‘what’s wrong’?” it takes alot of courage to shove him off and you lose sight of what was fuelling your emotions. “i’ll tell you what’s wrong, lee juyeon.”

he is shocked and you could almost hear something crack when he hears his name come off your tongue like you were regurgitating poison.

“you disappear off the face of earth for god knows how long and then when you finally show up again, it’s with another girl?”

it takes you awhile to notice you were now standing, and he was leaning back with his palms flat on the floor behind him. 

tears were streaming down the corners of his eyes and you know it was solely from the fact that he’s caught you red-handed but you weren’t showing signs of regret or remorse. 

it eats you that he thinks this is not his fault.

“look me in the eye and tell me confidently that you’ve been a responsible partner.”

gut-wrenching surprise writes itself across his face when the demand leaves your lips like venom. 

your eyes finally give in, hiccups starting to form in the back of your throat when the still silence gives you some kind of hint that this relationship was as good as gone. 

“i wait for you to reply for three days, sometimes more, and all you do is say ‘okay’ or ‘alright’ or ‘nah’-- how am i supposed to be convinced you are invested in this relationship? i haven’t seen you in like, what? four months?! not a proper text, no proper calls, you don’t bother to visit me though you know i can’t because of my work--”

the breathlessness in your chest is a cage with loosened screws and nails, an angry, uncontrollable beast inside waiting to lash out and give juyeon a tight slap across the face.

“ask yourself, lee juyeon,” the sobs become one with the hiccups, and droplets of agonising reality falls off the point of your chin. “who was that girl and why did you not bother to text me back? call me?”

his face falls as if he wasn’t already in a million pieces. the silence feels like a dozen paper cuts on your fingers and your lips cracking in the cold. it sounds like a the car on a roadtrip screeching to a violent stop, and it hurls both of you through the windshield.

your soul is bleeding when you see a muscle in his face twitch, because you now know he is as guilty as you are, even if he didn’t sleep with her. 

heartbreak forms a hand on the crown of your head and pushes you to nod. the tears along your jawline get wiped away with the back of your hand, the mucus running down your philtrum is a mess on your bare chest and your face is not recovered from the excessive crying in the last twelve hours. 

juyeon is quiet, but screaming in pain through his eyes. 

the weight of how broken the both of you were slams down on both your shoulders without warning, and you find enough energy to gulp and clear your throat.

“get out.”

the scene looks like a freeze-frame, and you shake your head at the sight of his unwillingness.

“get out, juyeon.”

it feels like a knife is being dragged across your throat when you say the last words you thought you’d ever say to him.

“we are through.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

PART 2

#lee juyeon #juyeon #the boyz #the boyz juyeon #juyeon smut #juyeon fanfic #the boyz smut #the boyz fanfic #the boyz angst #angst

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

Archive

OLD FANFICS AND ONE SHOTS RESIDE HERE.

My 2013-2020 fanficion

This is a masterlist of old fanfiction I’ve wrote through the years. From when I first started writing at sixteen with FORBIDDEN ALL THE WAY TO 2020. It’s 2021 and I feel like I want to start new and fresh. So I took all my masterlist and put it as an archive. My new masterlist is empty. Will be Comming soon.

Don’t fret, I still may continture some of the series below. but for now all this work is going to remain in the archive unless i change my mind.

✔ - Completed ||   ••• - Ongoing || ✖  - On Hold -everything for now is discontinued

BTS

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Series:

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) corrupted | bangtan smut series | JIN,bts | 2.4k words

Min Yoongi

Series:

••• ⭐️ (FANFIC) Updated May 14,2020 | THE BANGTAN LIST | YOONGI, bts | with 1 chapter (s) | 3k words | ONGOING | SUMMARY - That one story where you work as a stripper, meet Min Yoongi, fuck him, and cant forget him- but he can’t remember you- so you fuck his friends to fuck the pain away.

Oneshots:

(SCENARIO) 01 the creator | you don’t own me series | YOONGI,bts

Smut:

(SMUT) 02 SUGA - 불타오르네  |bangtan smut series |  SUGA, bts | 1.5k word

Jung Hoseok

Series:

(MINI SERIES ) forced break up  | JHOPE, bts | 2 chapters |  1 , 2 | When Yoongi is your brother nobody wants to mess with you. no, not when Yoongi had set them all straight not to touch his little sister. Jhope is Yoongi’s best friend and Yoongis threats doesn’t scare him. What happens when Jhope goes behind Yoongi’s back to fuck his little sister. That sister being you.

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 03 we on | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JHOPE,bts | 1.6k words

Kim Taehyung

Series:

✖ (FANFICTION) Updated Jan 14, 2019 | the temptation | TAEHYUNG, bts | With 2 chapter (s) |  4316  words  | ON HIATUS | SUMMARY- Church. School. Work. Home. Home.work. school home. It was a hell of routine. But it was old. It was getting way too old. This pure innocent life was just a facade nowadays. Your mind had fell into the fifth circle of hell. And your boyfriend jungkook realized this. Especially after you cheated on him with the person he hated the most. Taehyung. And now according to him you would burn in hell for it. How long could you keep your legs closed after reviving oral sex from taehyung? Could you keep the rest of your innocence or did you really want to burn in hell like jungkook said you would?

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 04 treat you better | bangtan smut series | TAEHYUNG, bts | 3.4k words

Park Jimin

Series:

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 01 caught in a lie | bangtan smut series | JIMIN,bts

(SMUT) three is a charm | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JIMIN,bts | 4.4k words

Jung Jungkook

Series:

✖ (FANFIC) you make me begin  | JUNGKOOK, bts | 1,954 words | ON HIATUS | | SUMMARY- what if you are an angel and you fell from heaven for a troublesome boy who needed you, him being Jeon Jungkook?

✖(FANFIC) Updated june 23, 2018  || (FANFIC) UNKNOWN || JUNGKOOK, bts || With 2 chapter(s) ||  2,586 words  || ON HIATUS|| SUMMARY- what if the famous front man of bangtan accidentally texts the wrong number thinking your his cheating girlfriend only it’s really you?

••• ⭐️ (FANFIC) Updated May 12, 2020 | THE CREATION | with 2 chapters | words | ONGOING | SUMMARY- Your mom Jeon Yoona was one of the greatest scientist of her time. She created a man made male fetus called Project 1997 (later known as Jeon Jungkook) in the GIO lab that resided in Busan,South Korea in 1997. Jeon went down in the hall of fame creating what was said to be the most difficult project of the decade. in 2002 Jeon Yoona died from cancer leaving you behind. This was also around the time when PROJECT 1997 (Jeon Jungkook) started having complications and had became very ill. Because of this the GIO lab wanted project 1997 to be destroyed because they couldn’t figure out what w as wrong and  why he was defective. After being saved by Yoonas colleague- project 1997 (Jeon Jungkook) had fell into Your hands and you from then on raised him like a son. But you didn’t know that pretending to be PROJECT 1997’s (jungkooks) mom would be so hard, him angry, moody and bitchy all the time because all his friends wanted to do was fuck you. And maybe he wanted to fuck you too!

Oneshots:

(SCENARIO) 01 Jungkook | bangtan scenario series | JUNGKOOK, bts

(DRABBLE) mate killer | JUNGKOOK, bts

Smut:

(SMUT) 03 we on | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JHOPE,bts | 1.6k words

(SMUT) three is a charm | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JIMIN,bts | 4.4k words

(SMUT) 07 you’re mine |  bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK,bts

세븐틴 | SEVENTEEN (SVT)

Dino

Vernon

S.coups

Wonwoo

Mingyu

Seungkwan

Joshua

••• ⭐️ Updated august 1st , 2018   (FANFIC) fucking with Joshua | JOSHUA, seventeen | With 12 chapter (s) | 29,125 words  | ONGOING | A recorded list of incidents of you corrupting the innocent Hong Jisoo. can you corrupt him and make him go against his morals?

Woozi

Jeonghyun

The8

Hoshi

Jun

Dk

엔시티 | NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY (NCT)

(some members of nct is still under age, will not write any smut for underage 19+ and under nct members)

Taeyong

(SMUT) the dirty secret | nct smut series | TAEYONG,nct (4.5k words)

taeil

johnny

yuta

kun

doyoung

ten

(SMUT) the dirty secret | nct smut series | TAEYONG,nct (4.5k words)

jaehyun

winwin

jungwoo

lucas

mark

renjun

jeno

haechan

jaemin

chenle

jisung

갓세븐 | GOT7

Yugyeom

⭐️ (SMUT) lust of denial | got7 smuts | YUGYEOM,got7

Jackson

Jaebum

Jinyoung

Youngjae

BamBam

Mark

(SMUT) ewwww | got 7 smuts | MARK,got7

에스에프나인 | SENSATIONAL FEELING NINE (SF9)

Rowoon

Jaeyoon

Taeyang

Hwiyoung

(SMUT) guilty pleasures | sf9 smuts | HWIYOUNG,sf9 | 2.1k words

Dawon

Chani

Inseong

Youngbin

zuho

엑소 | EXO

Chanyeol

⭐️ (SMUT)breaking boundaries | exo smuts | CHANYEOL, exo

Suho

Xuimin

(SMUT) 01 | you’re mine | exo smuts | XIUMIN,exo

Chen

Kai

✖ Updated Apr 4, 2018 (FANFIC)degraded | KAI, exo | 8,806  words | |With 4 chapters | ON hold| In hopes of getting rid of Kim Jongin for ruining your life further after your friends with benefits disaster and your violent meltdown, you finally get him to agree to leave you alone for good give you some space…. you get a month of quiet. till one day he shows up at the same convenience store as you. from there he follows you home and fucks the shit out of you claiming you to be his again. Even with a girlfriend still on his arm your his play-toy again.Its all just a vicious never ending down spiraling cycle. He would never leave you alone. not until he calls it quits.what do you do when Kim Jongin won’t  leave you alone? degrading you until you disappear? welcome to degraded.

D.O

Lay

Baekhyun

⭐️ (MINI FANFIC) drunk bitch | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo | 1 chapter | what if you got drunk and didn’t realize what you were doing? Baekhyun being your victim.

⭐️ (SMUT) human mate | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo

(SMUT) forced | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo

Sehun

✖ discontinued | LISTEN I wrote this fanfic when I was like 16 ish or 17 it was my very first fanfic and it was a FORBIDDEN mess I’m now about to be 26 and cringe so fucking hard at what my 16 year old self was up in here doing, mom should have beat my a** 🥊 anyways I still have this on the internet to show where I came from it’s been what 8 almost 9 years since I wrote this sicko book, which btw way was requested I remember exo-Ls back in the day were.... anways if you read spare me I was young 😂😂😂 (FANFIC) forbidden |  |15 chapters | SEHUN, exo |  57,146 words | ON HIATUS|  Sehun is your twin.You’re his twin sister.You love him, More than you should.You push him away.He pulls back.You hate him he hates you back.You’re strangers, and he knows that.He misses you.You miss him back, but a question?Does he love you like you love him?

(SCENARIO) chanyeol’s noona | exo smuts | SEHUN,exo

빅뱅 | BIGBANG

G-dragon

(SMUT) mean because I like you | GDRAGON,bigbang

(SCENARIO) how to tame a dragon | GDRAGON, bigbang

#BTS #EXO #SEVENTEEN #BIGBANG #SF9 #NCT #GOT7 #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #KPOP #kpopsmut #KPOPAU #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #exo au #seventeen joshua #JOSHUA HONG #hong jisoo #KIM JONGIN #kai au #OLD MASTERLIST #ITS 2021

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Say You Love Me Pt. 2 (Sub!Jongin x Afab!Reader)

Word count: 4129

Genre: Stripper Non Idol AU

Pairing: Sub!Kim Jongin x Y/n! Afab reader, no pronouns are used

Read Part 1

Warnings: Stripper, Y/N is poly with Taemin, Ten, and Kai. But, only sex scenes are with Kai, unprotected sex, Y/N is called daddy, vaginal sex, creampie

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS PLS DO NOT INTERACT.

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. IF YOU ENJOY PLS REBLOG AND COMMENT. THANK YOU AND HAPPY SUBBY!SEPTEMBER

You pull up to your mansion the following day after having your rendezvous with your ex-husband. There was just something about being with Jongin that somehow you still can't shake.

You turn your Corvette engine off and sit against the cool leather seat. You already know you will hear an earful from Taemin and Ten about not coming home last night.

Your eyes trail over to your beautiful mansion that once belonged to you and your ex-husband. You remember the day you two moved into your dream home.

Your fingers delicately caress the cool leather of your seat, and memories of last night's escapades are brought to your attention. You missed Jongin's taste and how he likes to call you daddy.

You mutually agreed that last night was just a one-time thing. You want to believe you can behave and hold yourself to that promise.

You step out of your car and grab your heels, jean dress, and your infamous Gucci bag from last night. You left Jongin's townhouse wearing his sweatpants, t-shirt, and Gucci slides. Not to mention, his intoxicating cologne is still on your skin.

Your steps on the marble flooring echo, and you quickly notice everything is exceptionably clean, how you like it. You kick off Jongin's slides near the fish tank.

The fish tank, a monument to Jongin's love for exotic fish, bubbles serenely, and the fish sway around like beautiful dancers.

"I'm home," you shout into your beautiful mansion, and walk into the living room.

The vast living room is bathed in a soft golden hue. Ten and Taemin sit comfortably on the plush, velvety couches, and magazines cover the deep mahogany coffee table in front of them.

Taemin and Ten are engrossed in their own worlds, and they lift their gazes to meet yours.

You quickly notice the intensity in Taemin's eyes, and Ten's display a bit of curiosity. Because why are you dressed in another man's clothes and strolling into the mansion as if nothing happened?

"Long night?" Ten jokes, and breaks the silence among the three of you.

"Uh, you could say that," you reply, trying your best not to sound guilty or obvious that you were with your ex-husband.

"So, where have you been?" Taemin questions you, and his sharp gaze is unwavering.

Taemin is still in his pajamas and has a bowl of cereal in his hand.

Ten is on the other side of and his cute Louie is on his lap.

"Out," you reply. You plop down on the couch across from them.

"You smell like Jongin. Is this what you're doing now?" Taemin adds.

"Yes, I was with him. I'm allowed to fuck my ex-husband if I want to," you reply in defense.

"So, he's taking my spot in more ways than one? I mean, he did walk out on you, so now you've forgiven him like nothing happened?" Taemin presses you.

Taemin isn't wrong in his claims. Things were rocky when Jongin decided he wasn't going to dance at No Manners anymore.

He was your top dancer for over seven years. So, the day he decided he was done dancing was also the day he was done being your husband.

The divorce wasn't messy, and he didn't ask for money. Nor, did he even ask for the house. He respected you and your business to a certain extent. He just wanted more for himself, but it just felt too personal.

"It was a business decision. It's my club, and I can do whatever I want," You insist, and stand firm on the decision that you made with a clear mind.

"So fucking him is a business decision?" Ten vocalizes, and his concern catches you by surprise.

The room seems to close in. You and Taemin are very strongly opinionated. So, you find yourself bumping heads with him pretty often. But, Ten being upset is surprising you.

Why is Taemin pressing you so hard? Sure, you made a selfish decision, but you aren't exactly dating Taemin or Ten. There isn't a label placed on whatever this arrangement is. All you know is that it has worked for the last couple of months.

"That's not what I mean. I mean him being the current headliner is a business decision," you explain.

"Yeah, but he doesn't like working sets with other dancers. Jongin is selfish," Ten further adds to the conversation.

Usually, he isn't the type to get involved in your disagreements with Taemin.

"He doesn't have to work sets with when he's the headliner," you defend Jongin.

"So, are you two getting back together? What does that mean for me and Ten?" Taemin asks.

You are not in the mood for the third-degree this morning. Your mind is still stuck on Jongin bouncing that ass on your strap. You still can't get over how he made you come with his tongue.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss being with Jongin.

You decide this is a little too much for you to deal with right now. You stand up and grab your Gucci bag.

"No one said that. I'm going to shower."

You leave the two of them and head upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve for some solitude. Sure, you could try to explain you still have feelings for your ex-husband.

Not to mention, you did tell Jongin that you loved him last night. Whether it was because of the euphoric feeling you felt dominating him, or you meant it. You told him, and he told you, too.

You're conflicted because if you still love your ex-husband, why are your top two strippers living with you? Are you trying to feel the void you felt when Jongin moved out?

Your mind so desperately wants to find the answer.

You genuinely enjoy sleeping with Taemin and Ten. It's fun for you, and it helps you escape from the feelings of being divorced.

Your mind wanders as you shower, alone in your thoughts.

But, seeing Jongin has done something to you.

You take a much-needed shower and wash the scent of Jongin from your body, and you try to wash him away from your mind.

Last night was something you can't shake. You initiated everything by showing up at his place after the show. You're just not sure what will happen over the next thirty days.

After your shower, you sit on your bed and moisturize your body. Your phone rings, and you stare at it when you see Jongin's name and photo come across it.

You still have a picture of you picking him up and holding him in your arms. It never crossed your mind to change the photo.

You swipe it to life and answer, "Hello?"

"Y/n, how are you?"

"Good, just got out of the shower. What's up?"

"Can you come to the club? I want to practice a bit if that's okay with you. Hopefully, I'm not bothering you."

"No, you're good. I'll be there in 20 mins."

"Thanks, Daddy."

His request isn't strange; many dancers request to come in during the day. But, usually, they go through your assistant.

Maybe Jongin doesn't know that is still the same practice, but either way, you're going back to the club.

He's also pushing it with the "daddy" kink. Jongin knows your weak spot, and he taunting you.

***

You arrive at your club, and pull your car next to Jongin's. You step out of your vehicle, and Jongin is leaning against his.

His ashy gray hair is covered by a Gucci beany, and he isn't wearing any makeup from what you can see, even with shades on. He draped in a simple Gucci tracksuit—nothing unusual for him.

"What's up, Y/n?"

"Nothing. The Lee Twins are mad at you," you tease him.

"Let them hate," Jongin chuckles, and follows you with his duffle bag in tow.

The double doors of "No Manners" swing open with a whisper, revealing the expansive space of the club. With the absence of patrons, the vastness of the place is more pronounced, every detail of its luxe design accentuated in the quiet.

The dim chandeliers cast their opalescent glow across the club, their muted purples and deep blues adding to the quiet allure of the place. It's like stepping into a different world, one that's intimate, seductive, and hushed.

Your feet echo softly against the black marble floor. The main stage stands like an altar. It's where the magic happens. The poles, with their smooth, cool chrome, rise from the stage, reaching up to the ceiling. You can almost hear the faint, ghostly echo of past performances, the cheers, the gasps, the music.

Jongin removes his shoes and jacket to reveal he's not wearing a shirt. Your eyes stare at his chiseled six-pack. He steps out of his pants to show what's underneath. His tiny shorts interestingly catch the light, amplifying the sculpted form of his ass, making it seem like an artwork on display.

You break your attention from his body and ask, "What do you want to practice?"

"Umm, just pole tricks. I was a bit rusty last night."

"You looked amazing to me."

"Right, but there were some things I could improve to be even better."

"Well, get your ass up there and practice. Do you have your music?"

"Yes, can you connect it to the Bluetooth for me?" Jongin hands you his phone, and you see a picture of you and him in front of the mansion as his wallpaper.

You walk to the DJ booth to turn on the sound system.

You connect the phone and turn on his playlist. As the music hits, Jongin stretches his body and climbs up the pole.

He's doing all the usual tricks, and you aren't sure why he thinks he needs to practice. Watching him work the pole is an art form. He makes the shit looks easy and flawless, but you know that it's not simple.

No one is as talented as Kim Jongin when it comes to male strippers. You've searched high and low to find someone to replace him, but no one is as fluid as him. Taemin comes close, but there's just something unique that Jongin brings to the table.

Jongin drops down and hops off the stage. You grab his phone and pause the music.

"You good?" you ask.

Jongin opens his duffle bag. "Yeah, I'm just warming up."

Your eyebrows raise heavenward. "Uh, your warm-up is a main event for a lot of strippers."

"I know, but I'm not them. I'm Kai."

The cockiness has entered the building, and you can't deny that you love it.

"Okay, I see you."

Jongin pulls out a pair of six-inch glass heels. He's never been known as a performer who wears heels. Some of the other strippers do, but not him. You're curious what he plans to do.

"Since, I'm coming back. I want to do this. Not every night, but at least once. A few of my fans have asked me on Instagram to wear them."

"Oooo, your fan," you tease him. "That's cute."

"Yeah, that's why I really want to practice."

"I've never seen you wear heels before. Can you walk in them?"

Jongin laughs at you, puts on the heels, and gets on stage. He walks down the stage to show you that he can wear them. But, can he dance in them?

"C'mon. I wouldn't invite you here if I couldn't. The last thing I need is you roasting me."

"True. So, can you shake your ass though?"

Jongin swings his body around the pole and turns his body upside down, and twerks his ass just to show you that he can literally do anything. He drops down into a split and then crawls over to you.

"What do you think?"

"You look good. Ass looks even fatter than usual."

"Thank you. I've been toning it up."

"It's noticeable."

Jongin wants to continue to work on dancing in heels and turns the playlist back on. You sit back and enjoy the show. He's captivating, and you know why the customers love him so much.

You love to watch him challenging himself to do something that's out of the box for him. Just like anything else he tries, he's a natural in these glass high heels.

Watching Jongin move, the way his body twists, turns, and defies gravity, it's clear why he's irreplaceable. His every move is poetry, a symphony of strength, agility, and raw sensuality. Each drop, twirl, and seductive glance he throws seems to stitch a story, a narrative of passion, of yearning.

After a while, he sits on the edge of the stage, and the music stops.

You stand up and walk over to him standing between his legs.

"What you think, Y/n?"

"Amazing."

"Really?" His eyes, always expressive, widen a bit, sparkling with a bit of disbelief.

"Yes, you're a natural. I wish you would have done this a while ago." Your tone is commanding and contrasts with his gentle disposition, yet he doesn't shy away from you.

"Me, too. I just wasn't comfortable with heels yet. But, I've been practicing, hoping it could lead to a permanent dance opportunity."

"It will. I want you to work in the velvet room this weekend," you announce.

"Yes, daddy." Jongin's voice quivers slightly, using that name for you to convey reverence and a touch of shyness. It makes your heart skip a beat.

"Jongin," you respond. Your tone is gentle yet firm, re-establishing the dynamic between you two.

Your body is swimming with lust. The last thing you want is to fuck him at the club.

Not to mention, you don't even have your Gucci bag. You would be lying if you said you didn't get a little moist watching him dance like that.

"Stop calling me that."

You stare into his eyes, and he jumps down from the stage and stands before you.

The intensity between you two is palpable as you feel the magnetic pull of Jongin, drawing you closer.

"I... I love calling you that," he murmurs, his voice quivering. Gently grasping your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, "It's our special thing. You haven't let anyone else have that privilege... have you?"

"No," you confirm.

There's a shy hesitation in Jongin's voice, revealing an undertone of vulnerability as he says, "I haven't performed in the velvet room in quite some time. Can... can I practice with you?"

You remember his apprehension regarding the velvet room. He was always fussy about performing there, perhaps because of its intimate setting. But now, knowing his tenure here is temporary, you want every experience to be perfect. Every memory is to be etched deep.

You want to make sure he's good to go for the velvet room.

"Sure."

Once inside, you reach for the remote, activating the LED lights that bathe the room in a sultry purple hue. You recline on the plush couch, its cushions enveloping you, and a neat stack of crisp bills sits on the table beside, ready to bathe in skin in dollar bills.

But nothing could've prepared you for the moment Jongin steps into the room. Clad only in a thong, his sculpted physique on full display, it's a sight that's intoxicatingly overwhelming.

You didn't bring your Gucci purse because you didn't think anything would happen when Jongin harmlessly asking to practice. He doesn't have the key to the club anymore, so it would only make sense for you to be present.

Jongin struts over to you still in those heels and immediately straddles you, and the music starts playing in the background.

He turns around to reveal his nice firm ass. You toss a bill onto him. It's taking everything inside of you not to grab it.

"Thank you, daddy."

Jongin is pushing you, but you want nothing more than to fuck him nice and hard again. You try to block out that thought and focus on the dance.

The velvet room has strict rules about touching, and you try to make this seem as close to the real thing as possible.

When he shakes his ass in your face, you see he still has your name tattooed on his lower back.

You thought he would have it covered up. Somehow, you didn't notice it last night.

Maybe he had makeup covering it for the show, but it's on full display.

The more Jongin grinds on you, the more your pussy throbs for him. Why does he have to do this to you? Why does he have to look good like this?

Jongin gets in your lap and wraps his arms around you. "I want you."

"Of course, you do. But, this is a private dance in the Velvet room, and I'm just a paying customer."

"Fuck me.. it'll be just between us."

"Jongin.. please," you moan slightly out. You hate being tempted like this. You want to resist your ex-husband so badly, but you just can't. Everything inside of you is screaming that you want him, need him, desire him.

Sure, you have the Lee Twins to please you at your beck and call. But, they aren't Jongin. They don't make you feel the way he does.

"Have me again... I need you."

You stand up and place Jongin on the couch. You grab his thong and rip it off his body. You toss the flimsy material over your shoulder.

"What do you want, Jongin? Tell me."

"Fold me up like a pretzel and fuck me," Jongin whines.

You know exactly what he's talking about. You adjust his body against the couch, and he holds his legs back for you as you position yourself to fuck him in one of your favorite positions, Amazon.

His nude body is perfect in your eyes. Seeing your ex-husband offering himself to you like you're some god is iconic in a sense.

You inch down onto his dick until you feel the fullness of his length stretch you a bit. You like that even though you don't have your strap, you are still in control in this position.

You love having a beautiful man submit to you and give themselves to you entirely. There is nothing more satisfying than having him inside of you again.

It is such a sacred act to share with the man that you still share a last name with. You've been telling yourself that you haven't change your last name because of the process. But, you know that it's because you still love Jongin.

As you stare down at him, he looks like a beautiful angel waiting to be devoured by sin herself. You wait for a few moments before you make any adjustments as time stands still.

No words are exchanged between you and him. But, you can feel the energy radiating between the two of you. There's so much love, not to mention lust, that is present.

"I haven't stopped loving you," Jongin takes a breath as you begin to move on his length. You place your hands against his as he's holding back his legs for you.

"I feel the same way," you immediately reply.

Your body rocks slowly as you work yourself on his dick. Soft moans escape from the lips of your angel, Jongin. You feel a bit satisfied with how you are making him feel.

"Am I still yours... daddy?" Jongin asks you.

"Yes.." you moan. At this point, hearing him call you that is sending you over the edge. You don't want this feeling to be over already.

It's a question he asked you last night. Your ego gave him an answer, but the truth is he's always been yours. Even after things ended and you tried to move on to the Lee Twins. He's never left your mind.

You lean down and slip your tongue into his mouth as you fuck him nice and slow.

Your sweet Jongin spreading his legs for you and letting you dominate him this way has you feeling powerful as shit.

The moment's intensity fuels your desire, making you crave more of him. Every touch and moan between you both ignites a fire within, as if time stands still.

It's a connection that transcends physical pleasure, reminding you of your undeniable bond with Jongin.

The room fills with the sounds of your passionate reunion, as the boundaries between past and present blur once more.

Jongin holds his legs up, and your bounce on his dick while you hold the back of the couch.

"Come inside of me, baby. I know you can do it."

"Anything to please you."

Jongin's eyes lock with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The moment's intensity heightens as you both surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

The two of you release together and collapse into each other's arms, breathless and sated. The room is filled with a lingering sense of connection and intimacy, as if time itself has stood still in this moment of pure bliss.

"Fuck, Jongin. I love you so much."

"I love you, more."

***

The next night, the club is open again, and everything runs smoothly. Word has gotten out that Kai is back, and there are more people here early to glimpse the main attraction, Kai.

The soft hum of bass from the club's speakers is barely audible in the distance, providing a muted soundtrack to the intimate setting of your office.

You are in your office counting the money you've received from some of the newer strippers and putting it away when Taemin walks into your office.

"Hi, baby," you greet him warmly.

Under the room's subdued lighting, Taemin's fishnet dress gleams, casting playful reflections. His black leather ankle boots, studded with metal, give his look an edgy finish. His smokey eyes and bold, dark lips enhance his striking features.

You stand up, and you walk over to him. You kiss him on the lips and close the door behind him. You push him against the door, and your hands fall around his waist.

"Hi.." Taemin's voice, usually so confident, came out as a soft whimper, causing you to look up from the glitter bottle.

"What can I do for you?" you ask.

"Umm, can you put glitter on my back and legs? Ten usually helps me, but he's already on the floor."

Taking the bottle from him, you reply, "Sure."

You put the body glitter all over his legs and back. It's something you wouldn't do for the other dancers. But, because you and Taemin have an intimate relationship, you don't mind.

"Goddess?" he whispers.

"Yes."

"Are you still mad at me for smoking the other night?"

"No, I was never mad. I was disappointed, yes. It was supposed to be your night as a solo headliner. You know that's an important spot to fill."

You sit on the edge of your desk.

"But, the thing is, I'm not Kai, and I never will be."

"But, Tae, you are an amazing dancer in your own right. I don't compare you two. Because that's the nature of the business, it's never about my personal feelings. It's about what's going to make the club the most money. He's only here temporarily."

"I understand."

"So, don't trip, okay?"

There's a knock at the door, and both you and Taemin look up.

"I'll see you later," Taemin kisses you on the lips and walks out without acknowledging Jongin.

"Hey, boss. I'm working the velvet room, tonight like you asked," Jongin interrupts you as he walks into your office.

"Perfect."

"I want to take you out for lunch tomorrow. Is that okay?"

You sigh. "Jongin.. what are we doing? We're not married anymore. All of this is very reminiscent of our marriage. Fucking in the velvet room, going on dates. You know I'm seeing the Lee Twins."

"You're in an official relationship with them?"

"Not officially, but they've been staying with me for the last couple of months."

"Oh, well. If they don't belong to you. What's wrong with us hanging out?"

"Jongin, this is a lot. I know I shouldn't have asked you to return after you were adamant about leaving this lifestyle. I want to see you live out your dreams."

"I don't want to live them if I can't do with you."

Your heart drops in your chest as he reveals that revelation. You knew there were still some possible feelings between the two of you.

"Jongin. I want to be part of your life, too. But, I don't know what this means for us."

"Be with me again."

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[ ✧.* ] Something New [part one] [part two] — camboy!jongin x reader x camboy!sehun [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹✅ [ ✧.* ][M] A Dangerous Game — vampire!chanyeol x human!jennifer x vampire!minseok 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Soulmates [jongin] [chanyeol] — soulmate!idols x soulmate!readers ❌ [ ✧.* ] Love By CPR — doctor!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Living Arrangements — boss!jungkook x reader 🌹❌

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[ ✧.* ][M] Rule Breakers — stripper!jongin x parent!ayla [spin off to unwind by @oh-beyond] 🌹✅

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[ ✧.* ] His First Love — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Warm Caramel And Honey Blonde — professor!jongin x barista!alice [ ✧.* ] Under The Mistletoe — actor!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Catch Me If You Can — detective!jongin x gang!reader [ ✧.* ] If Only — ceo!jongin x reader | ceo!jongin x yoona [side] [ ✧.* ][M] Behind Closed Doors — bodyguard!jongin x ceo!reader x ceo!ravi 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Play Pretend — vampire hunter!jongin x vampire!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Wrong Move — detective!yoongi x detective!shai x criminal!jongin [ ✧.* ] Jealous — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] She's A Fighter — student!jongin x student!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Gentle — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Aim To Please — idol!jongin x dom!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Ice, Ice Baby — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Obsession — yandere!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Confession — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] In The Club — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Game Of Possession — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Petty Jealousy — idol!minseok x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] As The Thunder Rolls In — ambiguous!junmyeon x reader [ @x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Mirror — idol!yixing x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Take Care Of Me — sub!baekhyun x mummy!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Come On Over — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Cruel Queen — mafia!chanyeol x mafia!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] A Point To Prove — idol!yuto x poc!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Never Love Again — fuckboy!lucas x reader [due to be rewritten][@danseurehonte]

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Operation: Love Letters | 03

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 7.5k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings: none.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

♡ ⇢ A/N: i’m not saying this chapter is based on something that may or may not have happened to me but...alcohol and i are no longer friends (even if it produces fantastic fic inspo LMAO). thanks for all the support on the series so far loves, hope you like chapter 3!!! <3

"I can't believe you're coming to a party Y/N! We're gonna have so much fun! Just wait until you see how fast I can chug a keg without throwing up—"

"We're not going to this party to have fun Jimin, we're undercover." Your fingers tap nervously against the steering wheel as you pull into a darkened parking lot, rolling your eyes at the high pitched whine that leaves your best friend in the passenger seat. "My secret admirer is probably inside this very party and our goal for tonight is to uncover him once and for all."

"So no alcohol?" Jimin pouts from beneath the beret perched on top of his pristinely styled hair, far too dressy for a scummy frat party.

"No alcohol."

"Okay but that doesn't explain why I'm being dragged along to this stupid thing." Yoongi's gruff voice sounds from the back as he braces himself on the front seats to butt his head into the conversation. "I should've known it was a trick when you told me we were going to get lamb skewers, your treat."

Yoongi's grumpy eyes catch yours in the rear view mirror as he slumps back into his seat with a huff. "Dude, it was the only way to get you to agree to come and we need you here so you can get us inside the party." You place an elbow on the headrest and lean in to face him, lowering your voice to a hush. "You know the password, right?"

Kim Seokjin's party's are renowned on campus for being some of the wildest and, most importantly, most exclusive events in town. Everyone within a 50 mile radius has heard the stories and the rumours about the strippers and the hookups and the alcohol — but only the most popular and elite kids could get in and see the events unfold for themselves. The key? A password, set by Seokjin himself, and right now, the single barrier between you and your potential secret admirer.

Luckily for you, your roomate just so happened to be best friends with the vice-president of Kappa Tau — Kim Taehyung — and he had a fair share of his own party stories, so you figured if anybody would be able to get you inside it had to be Yoongi.

Even beneath the shadows cascading over his face in the backseat, you see Yoongi's eyes light up. "And if I do know the password, why would I tell you?"

"Because I'm the best roommate you've ever had?" You try to blink at him in a cutesy way but being sweet was never your strong point and your features harden when Yoongi raises an eyebrow, amused by the ridiculous way you clasp your hands pleadingly. "Because I'll tell everyone about the time you got drunk and puked all over your Biology notes so you paid Kim Jongin to sit the test for you—"

"Okay, okay fine!" Yoongi grumbles, slipping out of his seatbelt and hopping out of the car with a nervous roll of his eyes. "I'll get you in. But you owe me for this, you hear me?"

A satisfied smile finds your lips as you scurry out into the night after him and Jimin practically skips to your side, linking his arm around your elbow and pulling you excitedly towards the dorm up ahead that appears to pulsate with life, the pumping bass of whatever song is playing vibrating through the soles of your high heels, causing you to sway a little as you adjust to the tempo of it.

Multicoloured lights that glow red, green and blue are strung up between the branches of the trees lining the sidewalk outside and they are the only light source surrounding the grassy lawn that inhabits a group of people dancing and drinking together outside. Despite the early state of the night, the dorm steps are already littered with a few wasted, crying girls and ragged boys lighting cigarettes as they offer them a bed to sleep in.

You shudder. Gross.

Yoongi leads you around to a back door that has been propped open haphazardly with a couple empty liquor bottles. Stood beside it are a pair of buff frat boys, too busy spraying each other with beer to guard the doors from unexpected guests, but they both straighten up and plaster feeble smiles to their faces when Yoongi coughs impatiently behind them. You suppose your roommates reputation of being...less than friendly comes in handy sometimes, huh?

"Uh, hey Yoongi." The taller one says sheepishly. "D-do you got the password—"

"Of course I do, doofus." Yoongi has to stand on his tip toes to reach the guys ear to whisper the password and you snicker, something about seeing a giant frat dude reduced to a puddle of fear when faced with your rough around the edges roommate hilarious.

The guy looks positively terrified when Yoongi leans back smugly, sending a wink in your direction that says I've got this under control and gestures for you and Jimin to enter the party, before an arm shoots out and stops you entirely. "Actually, I can't let you inside."

"What? Why?" You can't hold back your laughter now, Yoongi's face flushing a deep red as the two guys block the doorframe entirely. "I gave you the password!"

"The old password." The other dude corrects. "Sorry, but it's invalid."

"Hey, listen here moron, I'm buddies with the vice-president of Kappa and he's gonna totally kick your asses when he hears about this—"

"Yoongi? Is that you?" The two bouncers are pushed aside by a lean man with blue hair who immediately launches himself at your roommate and tackles him onto the ground in a flurry of red converse. "I never thought I'd see the day where tough guy Min Yoongi turns up to a frat party!"

Yoongi prises himself out of headlock, rubbing the back of his head and holding the blue haired man at arms length. "Nice to see you too, Taehyung." He grumbles as he's pulled to his feet, wiping grass from his black hoodie.

"Ah, so this is Taehyung?" Jimin mumbles into your ear. "You never told me he was this cute!"

"And Yoongi never told me that he had hot friends he's been hiding from me all these years." Blue hair turns and offers you and Jimin his hand, your best friend melting at his touch from behind his thick rimmed glasses. "Taehyung. Nice to meet you. Now what are you guys doing outside without any drinks?"

Bingo! Looks like you just found your ticket inside.

"Yoongi here forgot the password," You shout over the blaring music to Taehyung. "So it looks like we're just gonna have to go home. And my friend here hasn't even had one drink yet..."

You push Jimin forward with all your might, struggling not to laugh when you see how Taehyung's tipsy eyes look him up and down before they soften at the edges and he flashes him an award winning smile that has your best friends panties practically dropping.

"Well I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I just got you guys a couple drinks right? Follow me!"

With that Taehyung grabs Jimin by the elbow and pulls him behind into the dark mouth of the party and you turn to Yoongi with a sly smirk. "Looks like we didn't need you after all, Mr Min Yoongi tough guy."

Yoongi trails behind you with a pout. "Shut up. Let's just get this over with."

Bodies are pressed together like sardines in a can, pushing and gyrating against one another in time with the rhythm of the house music that is headache inducing when you get inside.

"So this is what a frat party is like?" You murmur.

Yoongi goes first, reaching behind to grasp your clammy hand and pull you forwards from the pond into the ocean. You blink, trying to make yourself as small as possible to fit through the small space Yoongi clears before you get swallowed up by the crowd. The air in here is thicker than outside and body heat radiates from the walls and just as you start to feel claustrophobic, the crowd spits you out into a kitchen.

It's only then that you register the state of the house — the kitchen is a mess. The counters are covered in half empty pizza boxes, the contents of which had somehow ended up on the walls, empty cups litter the floor and a bottle, still half full, rolls across the tile past your feet. And to make matters worse, you are pretty sure there's vomit in the sink, the sour stench mixing with the musty aroma of cheap beer.

Yup. The stories were true. Kim Seokjin sure knew how to throw a house party, huh?

Yoongi eyes you curiously. "You say that as if this is your first party." Your expression remains serious and he chokes. "Oh god. Don't tell me this is your first party, Y/N?"

You shrug. "This is my first party."

Yoongi slaps a palm to his forehead. "Fuck. You like throwing yourself in the deep end huh?"

"What do you mean?" You suddenly feel nervous, glancing around at the hoards of drunken twenty-somethings stumbling around the living room singing bad karaoke or the couples in the corner making out or the other girls on the makeshift dance floor who don't stick out like a sore thumb in the same way you do.

You wipe your palms on the black sequined crop top adorning your torso. Before you had left, you had looked in the mirror at your reflection and felt confident. Jimin had turned into a child with a Barbie doll when given the task of finding you an outfit, practically ripping everything out of your neatly organised closet and throwing indistinguishable garments at you in a frenzy. You must have tried on at least 12 different outfits before he found the "perfect" thing for you to wear.

You had to admit, the strappy top hugged your figure nicely and the sequins glittered in the light each time you moved, giving you a kind of ethereal glow. You had even spent longer than usual on your makeup, ensuring your eyes were flawlessly smoked out and the dab of deep red lip tint enhanced your lips just enough, making your face look pouty but in a way that was intentional and possibly even alluring if you squinted.

However, now as you stand paralyzed surrounded by drunk twenty somethings in a strangers kitchen your top feels suffocating, your makeup looks splotchy in places and your lips seem excessive. You strain your neck to see your reflection in the microwave, swiping your thumb across your lips to remove some of the pigment, smudging a little onto your chin and leaving you with a single, red fingertip.

"Shit. I really wasn't prepared for this huh?"

“You look fine.” Yoongi says when he notices you hugging your torso. “Nice. You look nice.”

It's only then that you realise Yoongi's hand is still wrapped around your own, as he squeezes it reassuringly and pulls you over to a quiet corner in the kitchen, awkwardly shifting and shoving his sticky hand into his pocket when he sees the funny look you send him.

"Look, Kim Seokjin's party's are not for novices. So we're gonna have to set some ground rules if you're gonna survive the night, okay?" You nod and Yoongi places his hands on your shoulders. "Rule number one, never take a drink from a stranger. Two, if someone asks you to play spin the bottle, run. Three, if the bathroom door is shut don't open it. And four, always stay close to me or Jimin, okay?"

"Jeez, okay dad." You chuckle sheepishly. "I'll be careful. I'm just here to get answers, remember?"

Yoongi eyes you carefully. "Fine. But promise you'll follow the rules—"

"Hey Y/N! I got you a drink!" Jimin bounds over to you like a Labrador puppy, thrusting a red solo cup into your hand with an elated grin. "Come on, drink up! We have a secret admirer to find!"

You see how Yoongi narrows his eyes as you lift the cup to your lips. "What? You said no drinks from strangers." In a few gulps you down the murky liquid in your cup, eyes stinging at the burn in your chest as you wipe the back of your mouth triumphantly when it earns cheers from a crowd nearby. "Let the night begin!"

"So..." Yoongi starts. "Can we leave yet?"

Almost everyone has filtered back onto the dance floor by now, leaving you and Yoongi alone on the far side of the kitchen apart from Jimin, who is busy trying to fit a whole slice of pizza in his mouth.

You lean back against the fridge as you swing your lame solo cup from your hand like it's an expensive crystal wine glass. You've been here for nearly three hours, just waiting for something to happen. Anything. A sign or something, like your secret admirer was just going to emerge from the crowd followed by a heavenly glow and a bouquet and you were going to live happily ever after.

But instead you seem to be the only near enough sober person in the building, inspecting your chipped nails for the nth time that night while Yoongi let's out intermittent bored sighs and questions how much longer until you throw in the towel and give up for good.

"Not yet," You say determinedly, eyes trained to the front door, like you're waiting for it to open. "We still have the whole night left to search."

Yoongi rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to say something but is quickly interrupted by Jimin who is looking a little green in the face. "Uh guys, I don't feel so good..."

"Woah!" Yoongi staggers up, arm shooting out the catch Jimin before he stumbles over his own feet. "You good, man?"

"I think..." Jimin brings a hand to his mouth, eyes suddenly panicked. "I think I'm gonna puke!"

Yoongi flashes you a concerned look. "Stay right here okay? I'll take him to the bathroom and be right back — come on, kid."

With that Yoongi hauls Jimin over his shoulder and disappears into the dark mouth of the party, Jimin's cries of not on my leather pants! ringing through the house.

You shake your head with a groan. Great. Now not only are you the weird sober girl at the frat party, you are alone.

Fuck it. If you were going to get through the rest of this night you might as well enjoy it right?

You slam your solo cup down on the bench, ripping the cap off a fresh vodka bottle and pour the liquid with shaky hands into your cup until it covers the red lipstick stain your lips have made on the rim. Raising the cup to your lips. you chug the contents in one go, wincing as the foul liquid burns a path through your body.

"Someone's eager!" A chirpy voice sounds from beside you. A hand comes out to grab the vodka bottle from your hand and you quickly recognise it to belong to none other than Kim Seokjin, who fills his own cup half way. "Having a good night, sweetheart?"

You are rendered speechless. A grey, silk, button up shirt hangs from his broad frame, spilling over the edges of his tight black jeans. You've never seen him in person before this moment but you see why he once got approached by a modelling agency on campus last semester — because this guy is next level hot. Like sex on legs hot. And it takes everything inside you to stop the way your knees wobble when his eyes look you up and down and focus on your mission.

Seokjin runs a hand through his bleached hair, pushing the strands upwards and away from his face as he slumps against the wall next to you, crossing his legs and taking a long swig from his cup, grimacing at the taste and earning a sympathetic grin from you.

"Eager to get drunk so I forget I'm here." You reply with a roll of your eyes, copying his movements and sipping on your own drink.

Seokjin eyes you curiously. Like he's intrigued by your less than enthusiastic response to seeing him. I mean, he did look like that after all. Most girls probably dropped their panties as soon as he entered the room. But not you. No. You were here for a reason.

"I haven't seen you around here before."

"Yeah. That's probably because I don't usually come to these things." You lean in closer, like you're letting him in on a secret. "Not usually my scene."

Seokjin nods, suddenly struck by a thought. "Then let's get drunk together!" He grabs your arm, bringing your solo cups together and creating a clink clink sound with his tongue, resulting in some of your drink sloshing over onto your jeans. "I bet I can change your mind about party's once you see how Kim Seokjin does it."

"Actually, I wanted to ask you about something first—" You retrieve the note, holding it out to him when his index finger presses against your lips and he lets out a shhh.

"Questions later. For now, you gotta try my famous concoction."

"Concoction?" You raise an eyebrow as Seokjin rips open a cupboard door and starts pouring a mixture of spirits into two cups. Just the sight of it makes your stomach churn but you tell yourself that this might be exactly what Seokjin needs to open up to you about the letter. Perhaps he'd be more loose lipped once tipsy?

Looks like you're about to find out. Seokjin thrusts one of the cups towards you.

"This will change your life. Trust me."

Rule number two. Never accept drinks from a stranger.

But Seokjin wasn't a stranger, technically, right? And besides, Yoongi himself had already broken rule number four by leaving you alone in the kitchen, so what would the harm be if you made things even in the name of Operation Love Letters?

"Sure." You say finally, taking the cup from his grasp and throwing the entire contents down your throat. "In the name of Operation Love Letters"

Soon enough, it is becoming difficult to remember exactly how many drinks you have drank already, but part of you doesn't care because you are finally starting to feel free.

It's clear that Seokjin feels similarly as his earlier giggles have turned into full on chortles, as everything you say seems to be of comedic value to him, able to practically send him rolling on the ground every time you speak.

You find yourself laughing along, cheering when he pours you another round. The bright, flashing disco lights from the lounge creep into the kitchen, bouncing off Seokjin's sharp features and the intensity of them hurts your eyes so you close them for a moment, shutting the party out completely and retreating inside your brain, which is slow and the calmest it has been since you got here. The sound of someone violently throwing up echoes in your ears, though you can't tell if it's coming from the garden or from the living room. It doesn't matter anyway.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of lips against your ear, words tumbling from them too quickly for you to pick them apart in your drunken state the first time, simply hearing a string of mumbles and murmurs. A giggle escapes your throat as you open your eyes, met with Seokjin's face meters from yours, mouthing something.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back!"

You feel yourself mouthing something back, but you have already forgotten what, lowering your head to rest it on top of your outstretched arm. Your eyes are blurry, barely able to focus on the crumpled beer cans that litter the counter a few inches from your nose. The music and sounds around you began to mould into one overwhelming hum that you can feel vibrating in every nerve ending and then—

A hand lands on your back. You twist under its grip, a woozy smile forming.

"Seokjin, you're back!" The exclamation leaves your mouth before you can see the owner of the hand which is still planted firmly between your shoulder blades, drawing small circles there. "Now...I gotta ask you something, hm? I got this note, and I think you know who sent it to me." Your shaky gaze focuses, realisation slightly delayed because of your drunken state, but you are able to slowly take in the face of someone who was very much not Seokjin standing over you as you hold out the letter.

This person has a head of black hair falling across a pair of steely eyes that burn into you hotly. The hand suddenly feels fiery and wrong against your back and you stumble to your feet in order to shake it off, knocking your metal bar stool to the ground in the process.

Rule number four: never be alone.

"Why're you out here all by yourself beautiful?" The guy slurs, staggering closer to you. His foul breath fans your face as he speaks. "Wanna come with me?" He drops his hands to grip your hips. Your arms are pressed between his chest and your own and you struggle to get them free so you can push him. Hit him. Punch him. Anything. You need to be away right now.

"She doesn't want to come with you, man."

"Hah, shhh bro, she wants to come with me, don't you beautiful?"

Your eyes are shut right but you feel his body get suddenly ripped away from yours, allowing you to fall forward into the space in front of you and let out the shaky breath you didn't know you were holding.

Another arm comes to rest gently around your shoulders, this one comforting and kind. Before you can register it, your body is being pulled forwards, faster than your feet can move and you stumble over own heel, but a hand comes to grip you just below your armpit, steadying you and practically carrying you away from the kitchen.

"What the fuck man?" Sounds from behind you, but you are too overwhelmed to notice.

Suddenly, your weak body collides with the brisk air outside. The feeling is refreshing against your lightly damp skin and you greedily gulp it into your lungs, desperate to get rid of the stale, hot air from inside. Your body is placed into a chair, the arm unwinding from your shoulders and instead opting to tap your hand.

"You okay?" A voice questions. Your eyes open enough to vaguely register a figure on one knee in front of you, a hand patting your arm comfortingly. "Hold on. Stay here." You see a pair of feet walking away. You're not sure how long they were gone for but you recognise the pair of red converse when they reappear.

"Drink this." A red cup is thrust into your line of vision. You begin to shake you head, groaning at the thought of enduring any more alcohol.

"Mmmf'had enough." You just about murmur, limply pushing it away.

"It's water. It'll help you feel better." Something tells you to trust the voice, taking the cup from his hands.

You throw your head back and let the deliciously cold liquid run down your throat, soothing the burn that remained from the liquor. You drain the cup of every last drop and let him set it neatly on the ground next to your feet.

"Do you have a ride home?"

"Can't go home yet. Promised I wouldn't break the rules..." You mumble, as you try to stumble to your feet but your legs feel wobbly and before you can take a step forward you feel your weight topple to the right.

A hand shoots out to grab your body as it falls. You don't remember if your body hits the floor as your eyes fall shut half way down, catching a glimpse of blue hair before everything turns black.

A light radiates from the window behind your head and your tired eyes reluctantly resist the sun invading the shield of your heavy lids with its brightness. Too bright, in fact, for your hungover state.

Your legs are splayed out at an uncomfortable angle, heavy and weak as they dangle over the edge of the bed which you snuggle deeper into, desperate to escape the intense feeling of regret nestling in the pit of your empty stomach.

Lifting your head from the cushion, you try and fail to open your eyes, grogginess clouding your vision, so you opt  instead to marvel at the way the soft, orange glow that infiltrates the room is warm against your skin. You drag a finger down your still bare arm and enjoy the shiver the light feeling leaves behind, a comforting contrast to the thumping hangover that is beginning to grow stronger at your temples. Your tongue is dry and fat in your mouth, rough against the soft skin of your cheek as you attempt to create some moisture to relieve the feeling.

Just as you prepare to turn over, fully intending to fall back into a deep slumber and hopefully sleep off the hangover, a piercing noise sounds a short distance away, causing you to stir.

It is as though the sound pulls your head from a pool of deep water, your ears warming up and becoming alert at the surface as the water drains away. You strain. Did you imagine it?

"La la la..."

No! There it is again, the same shrill sound but clearer this time. It seems to be drawing gradually closer, a vaguely recognisable tune fitting together like a puzzle.

"I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was,"

Singing?

"To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause,"

You kick your legs childishly, wriggling around on the mattress until you break free from the duvet that smothers your limbs and rip the pillow from beneath your head, bringing it down roughly against your face in an attempt to block out the sound that makes your head throb.

"Jiminnnnn," you groan, extending the last syllable of his name in annoyance. He must have found his way back to your place after the party last night, probably drunk out of his mind. How was he not knocked out on the couch on the opposite side of the room, a mirror image of your current state?

Memories of the night before slowly resurface in bits and pieces. Shaky hands pouring liquid into a red cup. Jimin's laughter. Yoongi's blurry face disappearing into a crowd of people. A pair of hands pressing into your hips, nails creating crescent bruises on your damp skin, the hairs rising on your arms before you're saved by—

"I will travel across the land, searching far and wide,"

"For fucks sake, Jimin, shut the fuck up!" You practically explode, launching the cushion in your arms across the room. You hear it hit the wall, and you cover your head and brace yourself for a blow twice as hard in retaliation

One...two...three...

Nothing. Not even a groan of discomfort.

"Teach Pokémon to understand..."

Your body shoots upright. The beating in your chest quickens when your shaky vision focuses on your unfamiliar surroundings. Dark blue sheets are draped across your torso, definitely not the pink, floral set you laid out on your bed last week and this is definitely not your apartment. Adrenaline courses through your veins at this revelation, cold and unwelcoming like a slap to the wrist.

Where the fuck are you?

The temperature suddenly feels like ice, forbidding and foreign, all forms of comfort disappearing as you take in the shelves of books stacked lazily on top of one another at the foot of the bed. Papers lay in piles on the desk situated against the opposite wall, a laptop closed but still connected to the electric supply neatly placed next to them. An office chair is half heartedly tucked underneath it, a black fraternity t-shirt draped across the back.

SEOKJIN. KAPPA TAU.

You re-read those three words at least a hundred times, you are sure of it. You read them so quickly that the white letters blur together to create one hazy blob.

You are hallucinating, you tell yourself, that or you are still drunk. The shock sends you tumbling out of bed, landing with a smack against the wooden floor in a flurry of blue sheets before you manage to scramble to your feet and rush towards the tall glass cabinet that stands behind you. Your hands press up to the glass, breath creating foggy clouds in front of the rows and rows of shining trophies, medals and plaques that line each shelf of the cabinet. Each is inscribed with the same name over and over again.

KIM SEOKJIN. BEER PONG CHAMPION 2019.

KIM SEOKJIN. BEST FRATERNITY PRESIDENT AWARD.

Fuck.

You feel something vibrate against the small of your back and you attack your back pocket, causing your phone to fall to the floor in the process. It lands upright, spinning for a short while before coming to a halt.

32 missed calls 12 voicemails Yoongi: "WHERE R U?" Yoongi: "DID U GO HOME??." Yoongi: "CALL ME."

You're about to call him back when...

"The power that's inside!"

The song coming from behind the door loudly interrupts your mental crisis.

You move towards the mirror on the wall, taking in your dishevelled appearance. Licking your thumb, you rub at the black eyeliner that had transferred below your eyes and run it through the baby hairs that stick up from your scalp at all angles.

Shakily, your hand reaches for the door handle, twisting until you feel the bolt unclick from the frame. With a deep breath you push the door open a crack, allowing you to squeeze your body out into a kitchen.

"POKÉMON! GOTTA CATCH THEM ALL — holy shit!"

The song comes to an abrupt end as the vocalist squeaks with surprise at the sound of your voice.

"Kim Taehyung?"

Silence is suddenly cast across the small room, a shirtless boy stood in nothing but luminous yellow shorts that contrast his blue hair staring at you wide eyed, one leg propped up on the nearest dining table chair. His left hand grips the handle of a saucepan that now hovers mid air above an empty plate, the other pointing towards the ceiling with a black spatula.

It is clear you have interrupted a serious performance of his repertoire (that you hoped no one else had to endure in their lifetime) and despite your initial reaction being to laugh at the comedic position you find him in, you resist, instead simply mirroring the lifeless blinks he sends your way.

The smell of cooking eggs fills the room, the scent enough to make your stomach feel woozy and emphasise the burn that still lingers there from all the vodka you poured down your neck at Seokjin's party. A few seconds pass before he snaps his mouth closed and proceeds to dish up his egg, shifting to hide the blush that has risen hotly in his cheeks. Taehyung's hair is messy as though he has not long woken himself, the sides flattened where he had laid against the pillow and the top sticking up in places.

"O-oh, sorry, did I wake you?" Taehyung stutters through his teeth, clearly dealing internally with the humiliation of being caught in his tighty whities. "Seokjin didn't tell me he was going to bring anyone back last night."

"Taehyung?" You ask warily, creeping further into the kitchen on the soles of your bare feet. It is cold, provoking your toes to curl. "Seokjin brought me back here?"

"Wait, you're Yoongi's roommate right?" His words are sudden and sharper this time, shoulders relaxing as he flicks his index finger out to point at you, a warm smile spreading across his face as he blows on a spoonful of egg.

"Uh, yeah. That's me." You admit, shrugging your shoulders as he nods his head. "I'm Y/N. You met me and my friend Jimin last night." It feels strange to introduce yourself to someone after you have already slept in their home, walked in on their shirtless one man show and rudely interrupted their Sunday morning breakfast. Taehyung doesn't seem phased though, waving his fork at you and speaking through a mouthful of yolk.

"Ah so that's how you met Seokjin! He didn't tell me that you two were ya know...getting it on." You splutter at his words, rushing forwards to to grip the kitchen counter for support when his eyebrows wiggle up and down as though their movements mean to insinuate something. "I'm his roommate, if you couldn't tell."

"We weren't - we didn't - at least I don't think..."

Your confused rambles are interrupted by a deeper voice that rumbles from behind the bathroom door that opens to reveal a figure in black sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. Seokjin.

A towel covers his head, hands rubbing frantically at the wet hair beneath it. A few stray droplets land on the front of his shirt, turning it a darker shade of grey wherever they touch. He lowers the towel, twisting it so it sits comfortably around his shoulders before he leans over to pick from Taehyung's plate with a roll of his eyes in your direction.

"Taehyung, the last time we gave you vodka you tried to do a hand stand on top of the kitchen table." He gestures towards the table next to you. You notice how the leg is taped tightly back together, making the entire structure look slightly lopsided. "Trust me, Y/N, you don't wanna trust anything this guy says when he is hungover."

"Woah, man, do you have to tell everyone that?" He hisses, cocking his head towards you and drawing an imaginary line across his neck as if to tell him to cut it out. "Congrats, though man!" He adds, dropping his empty plate in the sink and moving to give Seokjin an exaggerated pat on the back. "You got laid again!"

Seokjin's eyes widen with surprise, before he turns to you with a look of panic flashing across his features.

"See? My point exactly. We didn't—"

"Did we-- ?" Your question lingers awkwardly in the air, sounding more frantic than you had intended.

"What?! No!"

"Yeah, I'm gonna leave you two kids to it." Taehyung sucks on his teeth with a clap of his hands. He turns, striding into what is presumably his bedroom, calling "I'll be in my room if you need me!" over his shoulder as he does so.

Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose. "Ignore him, he's just a massive nerd, really."

Seokjin shifts uncomfortably, and for the first time you see the douchey confident frat boy facade falter when he watches you fall into a dining room chair and let your head fall in your hands, silently hoping to cover the mortification present on your face.

"So you don't remember what happened at all?" Seokjin reaches into the closest kitchen cupboard, retrieving a glass that he fills with water directly from the faucet. He opens a box of pain killers and pops out two capsules.

"Nope. Zilch." You manage a feeble smile when he presses the pills into your palm. "Fill me in?"

"You were pretty fucked up last night so I thought it would be sensible to bring you upstairs," Seokjin hops up onto the counter beside you, so close that you can can almost smell his freshly applied deodorant. His leg bounces nervously. "I slept out here. Just so you know." He gestured towards the crumpled blankets that are strewn across the couch, barely covering the body shaped dent that had formed in the sunken cushions.

Raising your head, you sink lower into the chair and lift your eyes to finally meet his. His gaze is piercing, surprising you a little. He seems to notice, softening his stare. You usually find things like this uncomfortable. You were expecting a scrutinizing look, the type you were used to from guys like Kim Seokjin. But somehow Seokjin's intentions feel kind, perhaps slightly cautious but warm even so.

"Hey. Thank you. For helping last night. You didn't have to bring me here. And for saving me from that guy at the party. I'm seriously grateful. I owe you one."

"Trust me, it's all good. No debts or anything." He smiles at your rushed babble of appreciation, his hand unconsciously scratching a non-existent itch on the back of his neck. "After all, it was kinda my fault. If I'd known you were such a lightweight I wouldn't have given you that drink. Still feel kinda bad." His shoulders shrug jokingly and you can't help but snort at his words. He seems to relax at this, assured that you aren't as vulnerable as your sickly appearance suggests.

You shift in your seat and something crinkles in the back pocket of your jeans. Shit! The love letter!

"Well if you feel that bad about it, then how about you do me a little favour?"

Seokjin rolls his eyes playfully. "What type of favour, sweetheart?"

"This." You unfold the letter and slide it across the kitchen island towards him. "Do you know who could've written this?"

Seokjin's eyes widen as he scans the note, whispering the words beneath his breath as he reads. "Oh shit...this is like legit legit."

"That's what I said!" You nod eagerly. "Now does anything seem familiar to you?"

A finger stabs at the Kappa Tau logo in the corner of the page. "Well this paper definitely came from one of my guys. But it could be any one of them..."

A defeated sigh leaves you. "So you're saying you don't know who it could belong to?"

"I mean, I know it's not mine. But apart from that, it really could be anyone." He neatly folds the note and places it in your palm. "Sorry I couldn't help."

You shake your head. "It's fine. I'll just have to find a new lead..."

"I have an idea. Have you heard about the kissing booth the frat is organising for Valentine's Day?"

You nod. "Sure. What about it?"

"How about if you sign up, and like, set a trap for this guy. He'll think he can totally get away with kissing you. And you can catch him right in the act!"

"Huh. I guess that doesn't sound like such a bad plan..." You muse. "Maybe I could get Jimin to sign up with me..."

"Jimin is signing up for the kissing booth? I-I mean you and Jimin are signing up?" Taehyung's voice suddenly stammers as he bursts in the kitchen, thankfully dressed in far more clothing than before.

"Yeah, Seokjin just came up with this totally awesome plan to catch my secret admirer at the kissing booth—"

"When is it?" Taehyung splutters, face flushing a deep shade of red when he earns two startled looks. "I-I mean just wondering. For science."

"Anyone would think that you're her secret admirer man." Seokjin chuckles, and Taehyung just looks sheepish before he joins in half heartedly.

"Ha...that's funny. About that..." You open your mouth to pry further about why Taehyung is suddenly acting so skittish but the front door suddenly busts open and in walks Yoongi, still in his pajama shorts with a hoodie thrown over top and a hat to hide his bed hair.

He glances around the room before his eyes zero in on you, and before you can say anything he's running towards you and throwing his arms around you in a tight hug that knocks the breath straight from your lungs.

"Yoongi...can't...breathe."

"Where the fuck have you been?" Yoongi breathes amidst a sigh of relief. "I was close to filing a missing person's report. Why did you just disappear like that last night after I told you not to get lost?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" You wrap your arms around his waist and pat his back, as if to prove it. "You don't need to worry, Seokjin took care of me."

Yoongi's eyes narrow in on Seokjin sat at the breakfast bar eating a nutrients bar. "I was supposed to be taking care of you. Why did you leave with him?"

"Well good morning to you too, Yoongi." Seokjin says with a shrug of his shoulders. "Don't worry. There wasn't any funny business, I slept on the couch."

Yoongi narrows his eyes but let's you free from his grip gently. "You sure you're okay?"

"Completely."

"From now on you're staying at home where you won't get lost, no matter if you have to go on another Operation Passion Penpal mission or whatever."

"Operation Love Letters," You remind him with a punch to the shoulder. "And I promise I won't run off again without telling you first next time."

Despite the reassuring smile you flash him, Yoongi still scans your face for any sign of hesitation, his eyes softening at the edges with relief that you're not hurt. His mouth opens to say something but then he shuts it tightly again, taking a step back from you and scratching his neck with a grumble. "We should really get going. You'll be late to class."

"Shit!" You scramble to check your phone, finding a plethora of further missed calls and texts from a very worried Jimin. "You're right. I really should go..."

"Hey, I can drive you later if you want." Seokjin butts in, but Taehyung quickly shuts him down.

"Dude, chill. Just let him take this one okay?"

The room falls silent, all eyes falling on you. "Am I missing something?"

"Well, guess I'll be going then!" Taehyung avoids the question, turns on his heels and starts into a brisk walk but not before you're reaching for the strap of his backpack.

"Hey! Wait up!"

Before you can stop it, Taehyung's bag is slipping down his shoulders and falling to the ground in a flurry of books and papers that scatter all over the floor of the apartment. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!"

Taehyung turns and just blinks at the mess, looking positively startled, and you assume it's because you just literally straight up attacked him, but when you bend to your knees and start to help him clear up, you see his eyes flit nervously to a piece of paper poking out from beneath a history textbook.

You recognise it instantly. It's written on the very same type of paper as the note in your back pocket and your heart almost skips a beat.

As if reading your mind, Taehyung's hand shoots out to grab the note at the same time as yours, and much to your dismay there's a loud rip! as the piece of paper tears down the middle, each of you holding an opposing half.

Taehyung avoids your eyes as he shoves everything back into his bag and leaves you kneeling on the kitchen floor, clutching a note littered with a familiar scrawl.

"I'll see you around." He says simply, before his head of blue hair disappears down the staircase.

"Hey wait!" Seokjin calls as you get up to follow Yoongi who is already on his way out to the car. "Let me know how the mission goes. And if you don't find the guy, feel free to crash one of my parties again anytime."

"I—okay!" You squeak, face burning hot as you rush down the stairs away from Seokjin's amused chuckle. "Thanks again!"

You grab your phone and dial up your best friends number when you're out of earshot from Seokjin. He sounds relieved to hear you're okay, quickly quieting down when you tell him that you think you have a new lead in the form of a certain blue-haired-roommate's-best-friend.

"Meet me at my place, I'll tell you everything, I promise. I've got big news about Operation Love Letters!"

#btswriterscollective #bangtanarmynet #bts smut #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts reactions

[goopeculiar]

slow burning golden nights kyungsoo/jongin, R, 4224 words. Kyungsoo rents a beach house to work on his latest novel and meets a stripper, a teacher and a poet. Or, Do Kyungsoo gets a master course in duality

#exo fic rec #fuckin' love scifi settings

[sekai-no-moji]

1,3,5,7,9,10

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

Romance. I'm a huge sucker for romance ships. Especially the slow burn ones. I once RPed as Jung Daehyun as the "cat" from Fruits Basket, so whenever he is hugged or hugs someone of the opposite sex, he transforms into a cat. He ends up falling in love with a Hyosung but was so fucking terrified of being in love he did everything in his power to start avoiding her. And it took a LONG time for them to get to that point. Like it started off with them as friends and then next thing you know, things took a turn in the RP.

This has happened with multiple ships I've had and it was always my favorite RPs.

3. Who are your longest rp friends?

Man--unfortunately, I don't really make RP friends. When you stop RPing, so does the friendship. At least in my case. So I also don't remember many of them.

Significant ones played characters like the following: a Kim Jongin who fell in love with his sister (don't ask--or do), Park Chanyeol as a stripper, and a Yang Jiwon as a model.

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

I love the cold person trope, but they are my worst for writing. I just find it difficult to really build with someone who is cold-hearted and like really get into interactions because those muses rarely talk to others and that's what makes it so difficult.

But that's just me personally. It's something I should work on (hence why I created Akane)

7. What is one overrated roleplay trend?

I do apologize for anyone who is offended by this, but aesthetics. I'm more about the writing and story telling itself, rather than the graphics. BUT BUT BUT

You do you boo. If the aesthetics are what help your writing than do them. It's a personal opinion after all.

9. Have you ever written fanfictions?

AFF

10. Why do you write?

I've loved creating and story telling since I was twelve years old. I started by attempting to become a mangaka, but I never had a knack for art. I've always been writing and even majored in Creative Writing during college. But like many people, I couldn't continue with that line of work as the opportunities would not show itself to me. I was also getting older and in need of money, so I went back to my previous career.

However, I continue to write every single day and one of my goals for this year and next is to either finish this story that I've been wanting to write forever--or write 12 short stories/anthologies in 1 year.

#temporalobjects #thanks for sending! #;damn this bitch can talk!

[kaisooficrec]

i love cliches! new fics where one of them bad boy and the other is shy/quiet or bookworm?? and the bad boy goes after the other but the other ignores his existence, or vice versa?

Yes cliches are forever legit okay!!! We hope you’ll love these:

Stationary - a small cute oneshot high school au and shy nerd jongin and playboy kyungsoo

 My Future Bottom Pretends To Be Masc And Straight, What Should I Do? by jonginika - “bad” boy Jongin and cute Kyungsoo. They both pretend to be straight

The Monday Blues Matchmaking Agency's Husbands for Hire by honeysunshine - poor student Kyungsoo needs money so he goes to this matchmaking company to find himself a rich boyfriend.

Love From Last Night - Kyungsoo has a one night stand with Jongin who happens to be a celebrity and a huge playboy. (teacup)

Poor Rich Boy - here jongin is rich and starts living with ks’s family. kyungsoo majors in film producing -moon

talk nice - Soloist!Jongin and manager!Kyungsoo against internalized homophobia and the cruel world of idols.

the milk misadventure - (authority-less)Mafiaboss!Jongin gets his assistant!Kyungsoo kidnapped.

landfall - Slowburn angst with stripper!Kai and officeworker!Kyungsoo. Hella underrated author tbh.

The Misadventures of Superhero Kai - Superheros!Kyungsoo and Jongin share a class and the secret of their identities. 

Sucker - love me biker!kyungsoo and shy!nini. this is also a series so check it out! also there’s a lot of jealousy involved from both sides, kyungsoo might be a very bad boy but he won’t give up easily. chef’s kiss ummmhhmh

The Boy Next Door - so they’re neighbours and jongin is that new guy. If kyungsoo is intrigued but also finds that jongin has a very interesting job :))

Storm in a Teacup - yes hurt comfort!! kyungsoo has to have a bodyguard of sorts (someone who protects them) as they live in presence of monsters. jongin is one of them as he’s a vampire. but is he dangerous to kyungsoo? :o

Steady Now - jfdjf the slowburn icon from our project!!! kyungsoo has to protect and save what is precious to him but rich boy jongin isn’t as evil as one might think 

Manhattan’s Elite - gossip girl adapted, classic. jongin chases after kyungsoo, this is actually kind of sweet honestly??

The Devil Wears Gucci - miranda priestly but make it gucci and sexy ;)

A Song To Say 'I Love You' - jock jongin and nerd kyungsoo is what you need!! also smut uwu

Ambivalent - nerd and bad boy can be best friends and kaisoo are a great example :)

Happy reading!

- Admin Cookie & J

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #fic request #r:cliche

[bottom-ninibear]

Completed

Rating: nc-17

Warning(s): escort!au.

Summary: Kai's newest client brings old feelings rushing back, but this is just a job, and Jongin will have to remember that if he wants to keep his heart safe.

#kairis #genre: stripper/prostitute!au #top!yifan #bottom!jongin #top!kris #kris #yifan #(go on believe) if it turns you on