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yellobb · 2 months
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I am doing unwell ✨psychologically✨
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soldier-poet-king · 1 year
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I need to move out not just because my brain is going insane but also because I need complete control over my food again....I didnt start having all this stomach pain and constant acid reflux etc etc etc until I moved back in at the beginning of covid and my diet changed to whatever my mother decides. When I was on my own I ate way less meat/more veg and a more "traditional" Mediterranean food pyramid and I felt SO much better
Everyone wants to blame coffee or wine but my consumption of those hasn't changed so??? Like MAYBE it's partially age but also....I'm not that old and this is a p significant shift in a 2 yr period
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wellnesscard · 6 months
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the ipa to reinstalling doordash app and spending 50$ on tacobell pipeline
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134340am · 1 year
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made myself upset (could have been avoidable) and had some ice cream (bing chilling!!! 🥶🥶🥶) but now i have a tummy ache (could have been avoidable) and i’m even more upset 😠😠😠 gonna read my favourite bakugou fic and cry myself to sleep
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yandere-sins · 8 months
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Imagine getting isekai’ed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but you’ve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didn’t discover during your time playing the game.
That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.
Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in ♥
If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:
I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!
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A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.
Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar. 
"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod. 
"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."
The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.
Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.
Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!
"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped their—now empty—cup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.
"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."
Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.
"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you. 
"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"
"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."
Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?
Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?
Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."
"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head. 
By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.
But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile. 
They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly. 
"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy. 
"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you. 
And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.
"Are you this nice to every customer?"
Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.
"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."
"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."
After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.
Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.
You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink. 
"You're so beautiful when you laugh."
The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin away—not knowing if it was dirty, after all—taking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.
The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages. 
Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life
Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special
Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous
Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence
Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words
Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special
Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop
Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes
Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means
Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you
Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work
Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax
You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.
By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.
Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home
Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone
Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you - Ɨ ΔΜ ΔŁŴΔ¥Ş ŴΔŦĆĦƗŇǤ ¥ØỮ
Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.
ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?
> Yes > No
Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you. 
You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.
Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing. 
This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strange—it being rated as 18+ on the website—but seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.
Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.
"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺"
Your phone pinged.
Achievement unlocked: 
On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route
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steampoweredskeleton · 9 months
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throwthewine · 1 year
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I’m at a Death To All concert—that is, a tribute band to the 90s Florida-based seminal death metal band Death, made up mostly of original members of Death—and they’re playing a cover of the Beatles’ “Birthday” because it’s one member’s birthday and because I can’t escape the Beatles.
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bitchapalooza · 1 year
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The only reason I made it the entire day is all because of the placebo effect I inflicted upon myself by thinking this 1.66$ mints will make me feel better, but really I need to find some sort of sugar free option because diabetes runs in my family. Yes, this was my exact reason and thoughts today.
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sailoryooons · 1 year
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Knocked | ksj | (m)
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☾ Pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. reader
☾ Summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.
☾ Word Count: 10,673
☾ Genre: Roommates to lovers, smut, humor
☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 
☾ Warnings: Cheesy humor, Jin is an annoying gamer, a lot of game talk, stupid bets, explicit language, references to an ungendered ex partner, a very cheesy plot i like cheese, jin crossing a boundary but he apologizes okay!!! sexually explicit content including oral (m. receiving) vaginal fingering, nipple play, a lot of body fluids like a loooot of spit and drool, protected vaginal sex, fast sex because they’re both overwhelmed and honestly this is vanilla but they are CUTE!!!!
☾ Published: January 19, 2023
☾ A/N: SHE IS HERE AND SHE ISN’T BEAUTIFUL OR EDITED BUT SHE IS FINISHED AND CHEESY AND THIS JIN IS REALLY CUTE OKAY. My inner gamer went fucking nuts in this I am so sorry I really like playing Apex Legends and I got too deep into the game lore so hopefully people can appreciate that. These two were just thirsty for each other and both busted nuts quickly okay it has happened to me jgdhgijhd thats tmi okay HAPPY READING.
☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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A crash and a yell startle you in the kitchen, the spatula in your hand clattering into the egg pan as Seokjin lets out an unintelligible string of cursing and yelling. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself in patience. It’s not uncommon in your apartment for two to hear him suddenly break out into yelling, and it surely won’t be the last. 
Kim Seokjin isn’t the worst roommate. Not by a longshot, when you consider the horror stories you’ve read in Reddit threads and seen on TikTok. He’s clean, he has an aesthetic eye for decoration, he’s an amazing cook, he pays his portion of bills on time, and he doesn’t steal food. Nor does he hog any of the common spaces in the house.
The negative? Seokjin is constantly gaming, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if he gamed quietly. Namjoon hadn’t warned you that Seokjin was a large-scale streamer before you moved in, focused on first-person shooter content and paid tournaments. 
It had taken about three hours into moving in when he screamed for you to realize that there was no fixing that bit. 
Meal finished and plated, you move to the dining room, sitting cross-legged in the chair and turning on the TV louder than necessary to tune out Seokjin’s hollering. You’ve come up with plenty of ways to tune him out, and listening to everything else on extreme volume is the easiest. 
Your neighbors must hate you. 
Halfway through your meal and eyes glued to RuPaul’s Drag Race, Seokjin comes trailing out of his room, drawing your attention. It isn’t a hard thing to do. For a grown man who is chronically wired to his PC, he is beautiful. The kind of beauty that is used in dramas and romantic comedies kind of beautiful. 
Dark, soft hair that is usually left shaggy and air-dried from the shower but you know looks dashing styled back for parties, equally dark eyes that shimmer with delight when he tells a horrible joke that he thinks is particularly amusing, full lips that would earn the envy of Aphrodite herself - Seokjin is painfully, artfully perfect. 
Except for the constant gaming. 
“Wow, didn’t offer to make me breakfast?” he asks. It’s more of a jest than anything, popping the fridge open in search of a caffeinated beverage. “How little do I mean to you?” 
“Check the microwave, nerd.” 
He looks surprised, meandering to the appliance in question and opening the door to see a plate of breakfast for dinner inside. “Wow,” he sighs dreamily. “You really are my favorite roommate.”
“I’m your only roommate.”
“Well, you’re better than Namjoon.”
“Mmm. That isn’t a hard feat, I don’t chronically break pieces of furniture.”
Humming his agreement, Seokjin shoves eggs into his mouth, munching happily. “When are you going to finally play some games with me, huh?” 
“Mmmm never.”
“You think I don’t know you have a little setup in there?”
“I like Animal Crossing. You like Apex.”
“Come on, I can teach you Apex.”
It’s a conversation you’ve had a million times. Gaming is the single thing that the two of you have in common. When you first discovered that Seokjin worked in the digital sphere and was a content creator for popular games online, you were a bit worried. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had been fetishized for so much as liking a game. 
Thankfully, Seokjin was alright. He didn’t make it weird, and after a casual comparison of the things you liked to play, he decided that the interests weren’t common enough to be a huge pain in the ass about it. 
He did really want to play at least once, with you though.
“I know how to play Apex,” you mumble, eyes flickering back to the TV. Your last situationship revolved around playing the stupid first-person shooter together. “I don’t like it.”
As in, you were absolutely never playing that game again after being worn out from it and having it associated with someone who kind of sucked anyway. 
“How can you not like Apex?” Seokjin mutters, more to himself than anything else.
Thankfully he drops the subject, distracted by your show. He shuffles to the couch, where you join him eventually, both of you tucked into the cushions as you watch the show. For the most part, Seokjin is quiet, only peppering you with questions during the commercial breaks. You’re happy to answer. 
It’s comfortable, your little life with him. You’ve almost lived together for a year, and despite the annoying gaming thing and his habitual bad jokes, you like living with Seokjin. You like having him as a friend, even. 
Things are good.
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Things are not good. You clench your jaw as you re-read the email, feeling the tension creep into your shoulders. You can already feel the headache that has not yet happened but is predestined. 
If people would just read their emails before sending a snarky request with your boss CC’d- 
Mark: Come by my office, please. 
Sighing, you push out from the desk and head toward your boss's office. Your stomach flips uneasily, unsettled as you walked by the windowed offices of the executive staff. It isn’t that you’re afraid of your boss, but you certainly have been having a bad enough day without having to explain that if Alicia in accounting had just read your email she wouldn’t be confused.
At the appointed office, you tap lightly on the door frame. “Hi, still a good time?”
It’s obviously a good time, but for some reason, you feel the need to break the tension by clarifying. Your boss is a wide-set man who ushers you in with a wave. “Catch the door for me, please.”
The door shuts with a click and it feels like impending doom. 
Sitting quickly in a chair, you wait with a racing heartbeat as Mark finishes writing an email. The silence is awkward so you distract yourself by looking at the pictures of him and his family on his shelves as if you haven’t seen them a dozen times, and looking at his nameplate and literally any other object in his office to keep from feeling uncomfortable. 
The horrible 70s rock that plays softly in the background only makes it worse. 
With a final click on his mouse, he turns to you and says, “Sorry about that, trying to get through all these damn sales contracts.”
“Sounds exhausting.” You have no idea if it is - sales isn’t your area of expertise. “I know they’ve been busy.”
“Tons of new clients, which is always great but the paperwork is a killer.” 
“Makes sense.” 
“What is Alice in accounts losing her mind about? I saw that you’re missing invoices for radio stations and it’s way past the cycle?” 
“As explained in my email to Alice, the station in question filed for bankruptcy and has a halt on all their funds. This was something I communicated two months ago with accounting and legal. I believe you may have been on it as well, though perhaps I left you off.” You didn’t leave him off. You don’t leave him off any emails. “Those invoices are all going to be a mess until that’s sorted.”
“Look,” he sighs. “We all have a shit ton going on right now. One email letting us know that payment would be an issue isn’t going to cut it. You can’t assume that we see the emails. Was it flagged as high-importance?”
“Yes.”
And I mentioned it in three meetings and a sticky note, you think. 
“See, it’s just not foolproof. It’s your job to overcommunicate these things. You can't rely on accounting or me to remember these things for you.”
You give him one slow blink. Then another. 
“Understood,” you answer, throat tightening. “I will make sure to overcommunicate from now on, I apologize for the confusion.” 
“Thanks,” he says, a dismissal. “Door closed on the way out, I have a stupid call to jump on.” 
Door closed behind you, you wonder how anyone gets anything fucking done around this place. Because of course doing all of the things logical and reasonable to communicate a change in accounting isn’t reasonable. Going above and beyond and being responsible for other people not reading their email is now your job to compensate for. 
Steam blowing from your ears, you march back toward your desk in a blind rage, fists open and closing. You don’t see it coming when Yoongi smacks into you, eyes glued to his phone and fresh iced-americano now coloring your blue shirt a nice shade of mud. 
“Holy fuck I am so sorry,” Yoongi swears. “Shit - fuck - sorry.” 
Cold leeches through you like a knife. You rush to the bathroom, Yoongi’s cursing and apologies drifting behind you. The press of paper towels lifts a little of the yellow from your shirt, but it doesn’t fix the sticky-cold cling of fabric to your chest and the unmistakable stain down the front of your outfit. 
“Fucking perfect.”
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Blessedly Seokjin isn’t home when you arrive stained in dry coffee, smelling like Starbucks, and sagging with a delightful mix of rage, wrath, and irritation. Like an angry little storm cloud, you move around the apartment, snapping cabinets closed extra hard and yanking your blouse off with a little more violence than usual. 
A hot shower makes most of the tension bleed away, but not all of it vanishes. Wrapped in a towel and turned into a prune, you reach for the clothes on the counter and realized in your haste to peel yourself out of Yoongi’s coffee, you didn’t bring any with you. 
It doesn’t matter anyway. Seokjin isn’t home, so you yank the door open and march toward your room, running smack into your second person of the day with a startled yelp and thankfully, a very tight grip on your towel. 
“Why are you all wet?” Seokjin shrieks, wiping his shirt as though he could get rid of the you-shaped wet stain. “And naked!”
“I’m in a towel! Why are you here?”
“I live here!”
“I meant right now! You weren’t home!”
“Well, I do come home, usually! And I yelled I was home when I got here so you would hear me!”
“Well, I was in the shower!”
“Obviously!” 
For a moment, the two of you stand there. You’re dripping a puddle onto the tile and the cold air has goosebumps breaking out all over your body. You shiver as Seokjin’s eyes flicker down for a split second before he’s looking at the ceiling and gesturing. “Well - go find clothes!”
“I will! Jeez!” 
You storm into your room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it. Your towel is gripped tight in your fist, heart hammering. You’re both adults and while being in a towel in front of Seokjin isn’t embarrassing or scandalous, it was unexpected and new. 
As you get dressed quickly, you can’t help but think of the way his cheeks tinged pink and the nervous way he shifted. It was… cute. 
With clothes on, Seokjin seems a lot less nervous around you. He’s still a little stiff, you notice. You bump into him as the two of you navigate the kitchen together and he ducks his head, the tops of his ears red. You file the information away for another time, feeling your cheeks warm when you go to reach for a pair of tongs but he already has them held out to you. 
It isn’t uncommon behavior. He’s known you long enough to know your habits around the kitchen, and you’ve cooked enough meals together to recognize the patterns in which the two of you move around the kitchen. 
Music plays in the background, Seokjin humming along. Occasionally, he sings the words, voice low and soft over the notes.
“You have a nice voice,” you note as you flip the oven off. He’s always had a nice voice, but you’ve never said anything before. He raises his brows as you grab oven mitts. “You do,” you insist with a grin. “I promise I’m not lying.”
“A great voice to go with a great face right?”
“Ew, here we go.”
He moves out of your way as you open the oven, leaning on the counter and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Maybe I should sing on stream. Do you think they would like that? People already think I’m the most handsome streamer.”
“Sure, maybe do some sort of caroling or something for the holidays.”
He pauses. “That’s actually not a terrible idea. What if I just called my friends who were streaming on Discord and started caroling to them? I could make it a charity thing and select streams based on donations.”
Placing the hot pan on the top of the stove, you glance at him sidelong. “Do you do charity streams a lot?”
“All the time. Most of the long streams I do are for charities.” 
“So it’s not all just… earning cash?”
“No, I get plenty of that.”
“So why do you need a roommate?” 
Seokjin leans over you, to pluck a fry off of the pan. He doesn’t move away immediately, eyes dropping down to yours as he sticks the french fry in his mouth. The warmth of his chest radiates through your shoulder where you touch and suddenly, you feel a buzz at his nearness.
It’s impossible not to drop your eyes down to his mouth as he chews. For a moment, you’re dazed by his pillow lips - they really are a marvel to look at. Then he’s smirking and murmuring, “For the cooking. Did you get these out of a frozen bag? Ugh.”
Spell broken you swat at him and he laughs, leaning away again. “I don’t like to be alone,” Seokjin admits. “Having a roommate is nice. Granted, I was supposed to be living with Namjoon until he and Jungkook decided to be in love and all that. Now I have you filling out the rest of his lease.”
“So you can afford to live alone in this city and don’t?”
“Hey, I also save a ton of money. I will want to buy a house one day. Consider yourself as a part of my savings tactic.” 
“Uh-huh.” 
Rooming with Seokjin had been of convenience. Finding affordable living in the city was nearly impossible - especially on your salary - and when Namjoon had announced after only two months of living with Seokjin that he and his boyfriend were getting their own place, it had timed up perfectly. You had been vaguely familiar with Seokjin at the time, and you desperately needed cheaper rent.
You’d never really asked why Seokjin had a roommate at all. He had a work-from-home job at a software company doing something that went far beyond your understanding, and he made a ton from streaming. 
Seokjin plops down on the couch instead of the dining room table, a plate full of chicken nuggets and fries balanced on his knee as he pats the seat next to him without looking. You definitely went the easy route for dinner after your terrible day, and Seokjin seems to pick up on the fact that tonight is an eat-from-the-comfort-of-the-couch kind of vibe. 
“Ugh,” Seokjin sighs as he watches Shangela get eliminated from the top four on All-Stars 3. “That is heartbreaking. She worked really hard.”
Seokjin has never really voiced being a fan of the show, but you have a sneaking suspicion he watches it because you are, and it’s something to bond over. Maybe you should play a round of Apex with him.
Instead, you say, “Yeah, she deserved it.” You pause. “Thanks for watching with me, tonight. I had a rough day.” 
“Hmm. I can tell.” He leans and squeezes your bicep absently. “I’m here for ya.”
Though you say nothing, your insides do a little bit of a flip.
-
Glancing at the clock on the stove, you frown. Pausing your show, you pull up your phone, paging over to Twitch to pull up Seokjin’s stream. He’s been doing one of those stream-a-thon things again, and you haven’t seen him come out to eat since the morning. It’s well into the evening now. 
Seokjin’s stream pulls up and you see him in the corner of his screen, the familiar lighting in his room glowing in the background. His room is surreptitiously clean, free of any garbage and clutter. His bed is always made any time you see it, and the beautiful tiles of pulsing lights above it make a nice ambiance for his stream. 
Currently, he is focused, leaning a little too far toward his screen as he talks to his teammates. Taehyung and Jungkook, by the sound of it. There’s no evidence suggesting he has left his room today, which urges you to get up and head to the kitchen, closing out the stream.
In silence, you put together a small meal. A wrap, a small back of chips, and some damn water will do him some good. Pulling up his stream again, you wait until his match finishes and he’s leaning back, talking to chat. 
A little nervous, you walk with food in hand to his bedroom door where you can hear his soft voice. You knock lightly and he calls you in. Carefully, you stick your head in and see him turn. You’re out of shot from his stream, but he’s confused nonetheless. You never interrupt. 
Sliding the plate into view, Seokjin’s face lights up. He rolls away from the computer and comes over, his headset on his head still as he gushes, “Holy fuck thank you. You are literally the best. A goddess. A queen. Royalty. Angel among humans. I’m starving.”
“Yeah, it’s like seven at night idiot.” 
“Yeah, whatever. Thank you.” He bites into the wrap eagerly, taking a few minutes to chew and swallow. He pauses and glances you up and down before smiling. “Really, thank you. That was incredibly thoughtful of you.”
“Uh-huh.” You glance at his screen. “Have a good rest of your stream.”
-
Jin: Left lunch for you in the fridge. I made extra this morning. 
You look at the text and furrow your brow, toothbrush still popped into the side of your cheek. You continue absently scrubbing as you walk to the fridge and pull it open. Sure enough, there’s a glass dish with a sticky note on it and a smiley face. 
Plucking the note off the top, you read it. Thanks for taking care of me. Now I’ll take care of you. 
With a smile bright enough to light up the entire city, you go about getting dressed for work.
-
The smile doesn’t last long. Work drags on unsteady, tired feet, and once again, you are stuck in a slew of responsibilities that shouldn’t be yours, reading emails that are reiterating things already discussed, and joining meetings that should be emailed. 
By the time lunch comes and goes, you realize that you haven’t yet eaten. Tucked in the small cubicle, you nibble on Seokjin’s homemade meal, eyes glued to the neverending scroll of budget tracking and invoices. 
A raging headache lurks behind your eyes and though your lunch is superb - as it often is with Seokjin’s cooking - you can’t help but feel your frustration mount by the time your next meeting rolls around. 
Meeting after meeting interrupts your afternoon, and when you finish your last one long past the time to go home, your nerves are fried and a high-strung feeling follows you all the way to your car as you scroll through all of the emails you have yet to get to.
Because of all the fucking meetings. 
The trip home is silent. Your fingers ache with the grip on the steering wheel of your car and when you park in the lot of the apartment complex, you sit there for a moment, car off, world muted by the car doors. 
Head pressed against the steering wheel, you take a few steady breaths. It feels like you might cry, which isn’t typical after a work day. But you’re frustrated and tired, and that goddamn headache is still looming in the back of your eye sockets. 
Upstairs and in your apartment, you breeze past Seokjin who is in the kitchen. You mumble something about a migraine and he barely gets a moment to say anything before you’re in your room, door pressed shut. You lay in your bed without even taking your work close off, wrapping yourself in your blanket and closing your eyes. 
The next thing you know, there’s something warm pressed against your brow. You frown and groan, rolling over and feeling several joints in your body pop. Your eyes flutter open and you see Seokjin leaning over you, making you flinch slightly. 
“Sorry,” he laughs. “But it’s really late and you should eat. I know you have a headache so I brought you meds and a cold towel. And ramen. I make the best ramen.”
“Jungkook makes the best ramen,” you correct, sighing and leaning up a little. Your movements are stiff, tangled in a blazer and dress pants. “Ugh, I slept like this?”
“Jungkook does not make the best ramen. I will take that away.”
“Fine, fine.” You take the medicine from the nightstand and chase it with the water glass offered. “Thanks.” You look at all the things he brought you and your insides begin to melt. He lingers near the doorway, eyes soft, expression warm. “Thank you for thinking of me. I… wow.” 
He shrugs, suddenly shy. “No big deal. Now eat the best ramen in the world or I’m going to have a fit.” 
With that, Seokjin leaves you to eat your ramen in peace. The first taste is amazing, already warming you up. You realized you’re ravenous, pulling noodles into your mouth hungrily. Absently, you think that it is the best fucking ramen in the world.
-
“What’s with you?” Seokjin asks as you drag your feet slowly in the grocery store. Rarely do you shop together, but today is an exception. “You look like a zombie.”
You nearly shoot daggers at him. “I lost my headphones,” you snap. “Which means I have to hear your gaming all night.”
“Oh come on, I’m not that loud.”
“Watch one of your streams back, I’m sure you’ll disagree.”
He sighs, turning the cart as you walk down the spice aisle. “Sorry, I’m preparing for this huge Apex tournament. Jungkook and I have been practicing duos a lot and it’s been a bit frustrating. Everyone has fucking aim assist these days, I swear that console players are doing to ruin-”
“Jin.” He pauses his rant. “I’m just asking you to keep it down a little. I no longer have the means to ignore you… moaning weirdly during a game.”
“What?”
“You haven’t noticed? You kind of moan and yell. It’s… ask your stream about it.”
He stops walking, staring at you as you walk ahead. “I don’t do that.” You snicker and he makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t!”
Five minutes pass with Seokjin sulking about your comment. It’s when you’re in the milk aisle that he says, “So you’ve just been imagining me moaning on the other side of the wall, huh?”
“W-what?” 
“Admit it. You’ve been thinking about me moooaaaning you’re having dirty thooooughts.” He sing-songs this to you, poking at your sides as you open the fridge to get milk.
“I am not.”
“It’s totally cool. I get it, handsome bachelor right on the other side of the wall, you’re bound to get curious and - oof.” 
“Put this in the cart,” you deadpan, having hit him in the stomach with the gallon of milk. He takes it from you and obliges, though there is a shit-eating grin on his face. 
Seokjin isn’t right, but he isn’t explicitly wrong. When you first moved in, you had been shy and wondered about the attractive boy who lived just on the other side of the wall. Once you had fallen into familiarity, though, there had not been anything there.
Except recently. 
The last few weeks have felt like the two of you have reached a new level of shared living space. You had done things together before, but now you find yourself making all your meals with Seokjin, bringing him snacks during stream, waking up to him making you breakfast or having prepared you lunch. 
And now you’re doing groceries together, which was something uncommon enough to make you wonder.
You think back to the gentle way he made you dinner and brought you medicine when you had a headache, the way that your insides had turned cotton candy at the action and house these days, your eyes lingered on him just a little bit more. 
But no. Seokjin was your roommate, and you learned in your last situationship that you don’t shit where you eat. Which is why you moved out of the old apartment and in with Seokjin in the first place. 
The rest of your shopping experience goes with mild teasing. You’re still a little bit on edge, but not enough to be truly mad, especially when he offers to cook dinner. 
Once again, you find yourself nestled on the couch watching TV before he finally relents and announces he’s going to practice duos with Jungkook. He assures you that he’ll keep it down this time - he isn’t streaming, so you sure hope so - and vanishes for the rest of the evening. 
When you get ready for bed, it is mostly silent on his of the wall. No yelling, but you can hear the soft lull of his voice. Oddly enough, it’s soothing, and you end up falling asleep with the barest sound of his hum through the walls. 
-
Most nights, you can sleep through Seokjin’s yelling at the sudden sound of his knee hitting his gaming desk as he jumps up, a string of expletives laced with other unintelligible expressions of shock, horror, and frustration. Most nights, you can tuck your headphones in, and blissfully fall asleep to the sound of rain, hearing his insanity only once in a while.
Except now you’ve lost your headphones, you don’t have enough money to splurge on a new pair, and Seokjin has been practicing for a tournament for some extremely long stream he has coming up. 
So now, you go nights without sleep. Nights where you drift off to dreamland after a long shift at the bar or studying for your dissertation. Nights like this, where you teeter on the edge between awake and asleep, and you’re startled straight out of your bed from a shout. 
Heart pounding, you grip the edge of your bed, trying to get your bearings as Seokjin’s shouting echoes through the shared wall. You feel sick with the sudden rush of adrenaline and fear, closing your eyes for a moment as the room spins.
Gritting your teeth and ripping your blankets from you, you march to his room, stumbling as you try to get your bearings from waking up so suddenly. Your stomach does a nasty flip, churning at the unplanned activity as you pound your fist on his door.
“Open up, motherfucker!” You screech, hand slamming on the door without pause. “I swear, Seokjin, sometimes I just want to-“ 
The door rips open and you nearly knock him right in his chest. His very bare, very broad chest, lit up by the purple RBG lights on his headphones and strip lighting around his room to improve the ambiance of his setup. 
“Holy shit, woman! What?” 
You blink, momentarily dazed at what you came here for, distracted entirely by the firm curves of his pectorals, skin smooth and gold. Was Seokjin always this in shape or is it a figment spurred by the rush of adrenaline? 
Finding your words is hard, your brain is scrambled and near ready to make dial-up noises at the site of your roommate’s bare skin. “We just talked about this,” you manage to spit out. “And you’re literally going to start screaming the same fucking day we talk about keeping it down?”
“I mean I’m sorry but damn. You don’t have to break the door down.”
“Then stop screaming!”
“You’re the one screaming!”
“Because I’m trying to fucking sleep! I have dealt with you yelling, cheering, slamming the desk and hollering and doing your little moan-scream for almost a year without saying anything!” You yell back, fists clenched and rage boiling. “I’m so fucking over it!”
“Then why have you never mentioned it before? You know, like an adult!”
Your mouth hangs open at the clap back. “Be for real. I am not the problem here.”  
“Well if I’m the problem, why haven’t you communicated that? You’ve been here eight months and it took me asking you at the grocery store to fess up that I was bothering you.” 
“I mean. Yeah, but-”
“So don’t yell at me that I didn’t read your mind and I had no idea I was bothering you. Or get headphones.” 
“How about you start gaming at normal hours? Have you ever thought of that?” 
He rolls his eyes. “You mean my working hours?”
“I mean between the hours before 11 at night, Jin!” 
“Make me!”
“Fine!” You snap, rage pushing you over. “Shall we make a wager?” 
This catches him by surprise. He blinds a few times, tilting his head. “What are you proposing?” 
Crossing your arms, you nod to the computer. “You want me to play Apex so bad? Fine, we’ll make it a competition.” 
“There’s no 1 v 1 in Apex.”
“Duos. Whoever gets the most kills wins. No shields higher than blue, no turning on each other. Just strictly kill count. If win, you don’t get to game past 11 pm anymore.” 
“And if I win?”
“What do you want?”
“What can I have?” He pauses, looking you up and down. Something feels different as he does this. His gaze heavier. Darker. He licks his lips, your attention is drawn to the way the blue lights glittering on his wall turn the spit-slicked surface blue. “How about any favor at any time that I ask? Are we also trying to win as a duo?”
“Sure. No holds barred on how we get kills.” 
Again, he examines you, trying to puzzle something out. Wordlessly, he walks to his computer and grabs his headset. The door is open to his room, showing that he just has his basic setup turned on, with no intention of streaming. “Jungkook I’ll hit you up tomorrow. I have to kick my roommate's ass.” Jungkook says something on the other side and Seokjin clears his throat. “Yeah, no. Bye.”
He returns, phone in hand. Your phone pings in your room. “Add me on Discord, I guess.” 
Wordlessly, you spin and head to your room. 
There are still things Seokjin doesn’t know about you. Like how you played his favorite game for a year straight, trying to impress your last roommate-turned-fuck-buddy with your skills. While it partially worked in your favor, their failure to commit to you gave you a sour taste about the game. 
It’s been a while since you’ve played. Slower games are more your style, and you haven’t turned on your PC in a while, but as it starts, lights inside of the glass case glittering, you feel a shiver of excitement. 
Your setup is not nearly as advanced as your roommate's, who has three screens, a massive desk and hi-tech camera, a microphone, and a massive custom-built unit that could probably power a tank. Yours is pre-built but sturdy, and you have a single screen with a modest keyboard and headset to match. 
Glancing at the Discord user, you roll your eyes at what Seokjin’s written: WorldWideHandsomeJin.
“Weirdo,” you mutter. 
You add him anyway, getting comfortable in your chair and hitting the call button. He answers immediately, his voice making the hair at the back of your neck tingle as he says, “So are you going to be my Discord kitten?”
“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” you mutter. Navigating your desktop, you start to update the game. “Give me fifteen. I have to update.”
“Really? Newbie.”
“Sorry I don’t play this game every second of my life. I haven’t played since I moved out of the last place.” 
He hums, voice vibrating in your very nice headset. You turn him down a little bit, feeling just a little drunk from the rich timbre of his voice. “That was a… weird situation, huh?”
“A bit.” 
“They play Apex that much too?”
“Not as much as you do.” He hums again. “Who do you main?” 
“Loba.”
“Fine,” you answer as the program opens. “I’m playing Wraith.” 
The game menu blares in your ears, making you squeak and reset all of your old settings. It feels weird to log on, pointedly ignoring the familiar username as you navigate your friends list to add Seokjin. He pops up and selects duos for you. 
Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see his rank. “Diamond? Holy fuck do you touch grass?” 
“Says you! You played enough that you hit Diamond in your first season too, nerd. It shows your historical stats. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Whatever. Ready up.” 
Neither of you says anything as the system prepares to put you in a game. You look at his stats, raising your brows as you flip through. He’s historically hit the highest rank in the game, making you wonder why he’s dropped recently. He also has a ridiculous skin on his character, making you wonder how long he’s been playing. 
Apex Legends is a first-person shooter game with a battle royale format. Similar to Fortnite, teams load into the game and pick up weapons and other materials to fight other teams the ring of combat gets smaller and smaller. With Seokjin’s selection of Loba guarantees that you’ll be able to stock weapons and ammo. With your selection of Wraith, you can get in and out of situations quickly and you’ll know when an enemy team focuses on you.
As the map loads, you can’t help but feel the tremor in your hand. Your leg bounces up and down as you wait, watching the dropship come into focus. You give Seokjin the power to drop your duo anywhere on the complex map. You almost expect him to launch immediately, but you’re impressed to see that he has enough patience to drop you a moderate distance on the map.
Which means fewer weapons, fewer shields, and fewer teams to kill. You frown as you navigate your character to land near utility boxes full of weapons. Does he think you need to take it slow? Or maybe he’s worried about giving you too many people to kill easily. 
“Team to the north,” you comm, opening up boxes and selecting weapons, shields, and med packs. “What do you shoot?”
“Energy. Preferably the volt.” 
“Volt here. Let me know if you see a flatline or sentinel.” 
“You snipe with Wraith?” 
“When she says someone’s aiming at me, yeah?” 
He hums but does not comment the two of you use the map to navigate. You fall into a rhythm, using the controls feels sort of familiar. As you work your way toward the next ring, Seokjin startles you when he starts firing shots at a time looting that you miss. You flinch and whirl, but he’s already eliminated the pair. 
“Two zero.” 
“Whatever,” you growl, ignoring his smug voice.
Shooter, move your character in game commands. You dodge behind a box as an enemy team rattles off shots. Your heart pounds as you use a sniper to look in the direction of the shots, seeing the duo up on a tower. Lining up the scope, you click and hit a player. 
“Knocked,” you call automatically. The second teammate makes a bad call and tries to get their knocked pair up. You line up the shot and click twice. “Knocked. Out.” You move your mouse and finish the other teammate. “Out.”
“Yeah, yeah, good comms whatever. We’re even.”
You grin. “Just trying to communicate to my teammate.” 
He snorts. “Sure.”
For a few moments, the two of you navigate to a safe zone. When you see two teams clash, you don’t even think. Normally you’d wait for one team to finish off the other, but you’re in a competition with Seokjin, too. Suddenly, winning means more than just peace and silence.
“Knocked,” you call, sniping another player. “Out. Out. Knocked.” 
“You motherfucker,” Jin hisses. “You’re supposed to - out - tell me when we’re going to push a team.”
“Hey, that was my kill!”
“You only knocked him!” 
“Whatever. And I pushed them because I want to win.”
“I didn’t realize you were so good at this.” The two of you start looting the load out of the eliminated players. “You kept saying I don’t like Apex and here you are, really good at it.”
“Honestly, I used to like it.” Together, you traverse the map until you enter the next ring. Seokjin pauses to use Loba’s pop shop ability, a cache of weapons and materials in the local area showing up in front of you. As you sort through them, you continue, “But I used to play with my old roommate and I used to do it to impress them. As it turns out, being good at a video game does not a relationship make.”
“Hmm. Well if it makes you feel any better, I like you even without the Apex.”
“I meant I was trying to get them to like me romantically.”
“I know what you meant.” 
You pause. Seokjin does not explain his statement, humming lightly as he picks up ammo and leaves the little shop running. He skips down the hill with his character, his happy little tune deep in your ear. 
Nerves get the best of you in the next firefight with a team. You get knocked and screech into the headset, thinking that your chance to win is over. Seokjin, thankfully, takes pity on you and heals you after your near-death experience. But now he’s in the lead, and there are only five teams left. 
I know what you meant. 
The words sit heavy on you. While you are attracted to Seokjin you know it’s a bad idea. Roommates being anything more than roommates often brings other issues. You’d learned firsthand how poorly not defining a relationship could go. That was on you as an adult too but… you didn’t want something in between.
And you have no inclination of what he meant. 
Seokjin wasn’t a very flirty person. Teasing you came easily enough, and he was always nice. He had been a little extra nice recently since you’d been spending more time together, but there wasn’t anything that would suggest he saw you as more than a roommate. 
Two more people downed, and you were tied. The two of you were more into the game and less into the bet. Your interrupted sleep was long forgotten, and you leaned forward as you devised a plan, locking down a high tower where you could see enemy teams coming to escape the shrinking ring. 
“Glad you got that stupid sentinel,” Seokjin mutters. “Who snipes with Wraith.” 
“Shut up,” you shoot back, though you don’t really mean it. “Your second gun is a fucking wingman.” 
“Because it’s like a one tap to the head!” An incoming team distracts him from arguing with you. “Over by that dino cage.”
“Got it,” you comm back. The second you shoot, you draw fire. “Oh my god do they have a Kraber?” 
“Yeah, but they fucked the shot. You got this.” 
Taking a breath - a little dramatic, you realize as you scope them - you take the shot. You tap one, but they have red armor. You curse, pissed you installed a fucking armor limitation, and duck behind the wall as the other team misses the shot with their kraber again. 
“Best gun in the game and they can’t hit shots!” Seokjin laughs. “Imagine! Their buddy must be fuming.”
You scope again and tap the person again. “Knocked. Do we stand our ground or try and take them?” Another shot misses. “Can you keep a scope on that person you cracked and I can push? Other team is probably trying to wait it out.” 
“If they see you?”
“Then you’re fucked but they’re not going to engage between two snipers. Maybe? I don’t know. Just do your thing.”
And you do your thing as Seokjin runs off toward the enemy team. They no longer have shots on their gun - which makes you roll your eyes, it’s the best gun on the map - and keep focused. Either they think you’re moving or they make a bad call - the healthy teammate tries to pick up their knocked ally and you take the shot. 
“They’re both cracked.” 
“Got it- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OTHER TEAM.” 
His screech makes you slam your knee into the underside of your desk. No wonder he does this all the time, you think, realizing that the disrupting noise is a lot easier to make than you originally thought. “Let them take the kill then!”
“Fuck that I want to win!”
“Ew is this about the bet still? Now I want to win the game!”
“That’s what I’m talking about! Ye of little fAIIIIIITH!”
It’s hard not to giggle as he breaks off into yelling, entering a firefight while you try to provide cover and miss your shots. “Stop fucking portaling where I want to shoot!”
“Stop missing!”
“Knocked motherfucker!” 
“Got it!”
Seokjin finishes the two teammates as the knocked enemies on the other team expire. Both of you scream over your headsets. You shoot to your feet as the victory screen flashes. You don’t even wait - you bolt toward the door, your wired-in headset ripping off your head and nearly yanking you back as you go. 
The door is already open as he yells loudly, jumping up and down and grabbing you by the forearms, jumping around in circles with you. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and you can’t help but feel elated as he shakes you wildly, screaming, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” 
His hands are warm on your biceps, gentle and squeezing you excitedly. And then between one breath and the next, he’s pulling you toward him, pressing his lips to yours. 
A shock goes through you. You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback and unsure how to react. Seokjin realizes what he’s done and immediately backs away, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the strands as he says, “Shit - I am so sorry. That was wow - that was a line crossed without your consent and I’m so sorry.” 
Heat floods you from head to toe. Your heart slams against your chest and you stare at him as he fumbles over an apology, his face red as you feel. Your mind can’t catch up as the warmth spreads from your face to the rest of you.
“I’m genuinely so sorry, I just got really excited and-”
“What did you mean earlier,” you cut him off. “When you were all I know what you meant. Look I… really don’t want to make this living situation weird.”
“Totally understand, I’m so sorry.”
You chew on your lip, looking at him. He looks earnest, eyes round and expression pleading. Your lips tingle where he kissed you, so quickly that you’ve already forgotten. Part of you wants to tell him to kiss you again. It was nice. And the flip in your stomach was… good. 
But the part of you speaking now says, “I had fun gaming with you. Apology accepted. I am super tired though, so I’m going to go to bed okay?”
“Yeah. Listen, I am so sorry. That won’t happen again and I just - that was not cool of me at all.”
“It’s okay.” 
“It wasn’t.” 
You offer a smile, still nervous, fingers twitching. “I know you didn’t like, mean anything by it.”
He frowns. “Well I did but that’s my issue.” 
Your heart is a stone skipping on the smooth surface of a pond. “What does that mean?” 
“Look,” he sighs. “I don’t want to make things weird, alright? I harbor a bit of a crush on you and that was honestly absolutely not okay for me to just-” He gesticulates wildly with his hands. “It was an inconsiderate thing for me to do.” 
A crush. Your breathing hitches and you rub sweaty palms against your pants, nodding. “It’s - we’re okay. We’re fine.” 
Seokjin nods, nibbling on his bottom lip as he stares at you, red-faced and nervous. The silence turns awkward, your mind blanks and buzzes as you try to digest his words.
Crush crush crush crush. 
“I’m gonna go to bed,” you announce abruptly, needing to escape the room to breathe for a moment. He nods, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as you rush out. “Night!”
Behind locked doors in your room, you cover your face, feeling the way your cheeks are flushed. You do some deep breathing, trying to regulate your heart rate as your brain spins its tires on Seokjin’s words- confession. 
He confused. That he has a crush. 
For a few moments, you just lean over and pant, trying to think how you feel. Your stomach is a bundle of nervousness and your hands are a little shaky. But you’re not upset. In fact, you smile a bit, thinking of the way that Seokjin had turned shy and the way his lips had felt soft for that split second of a chance.
Straightening, you stare at the wall between your bedrooms. Seokjin is right there. Has been right there. And has admitted to liking you and is sweet and kind and fun to hang out with and-
It might be a bad decision. You’ve been down this road before. It ended up with you nursing feelings and deciding that feelings with roommates was a bad idea. But your last roommate didn’t have feelings for you like that. They liked the sex, but that was where the attraction ended. 
So maybe -
You knock loudly on Seokjin’s door. There’s some shuffling on the other side and he opens it, brows furrowed and a little breathless. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you’re pushing past him and asking, “When you say you have a crush on me what do you mean? In the physical, only attracted to your appearance kind of way, or like the would date kind of way?”
“Well I am physically attracted to you,” he answers slowly, turning to look at you. “But I also like you. You’re funny and incredibly kind, and you’re easy to live with. I like the way that you make your hashbrowns a little extra crispy and crunchy, and I like that you think of me when you do things.” 
“So you like me?”
“Yes, I think I… included that?”
You lick your lips, taking a shaky breath. “So you don’t want to just fuck me no strings attached?”
He blanches. “No. I don’t. Look I know I made you uncomfortable-”
“Kiss me.”
“What now?”
“Kiss me!”
There is a fleeting smile Seokjin gives you that later, you’ll think on with a fluttering heart and breathless laugh. But now, all you can think about is the gentle touch of his hands as they cradle your face and the delicate way his lips press against yours, pillow soft and sweet. 
Seokjin smells like his body wash, the sage and juniper intoxicating as you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is warm as you press your palms against his skin, his pulse throbbing underneath your thumb. 
The kiss is chaste, just a firm press of lips and a surprised noise shared between the two of you. Tentatively, you pull away, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. Seokjin’s eyes are swimming pools of darkness framed by long lashes. He’s so beautiful, but up close he’s deadly, flecks of gold glittering in his irises. 
“I just,” you whisper. “I don’t want it to be weird but I also… want.” 
You don’t have to explain. Seokjin’s grin is easy, nodding. He gets it. He gets you. So he leans down again and pulls you in by the waist, fingers curling in the hem of your t-shirt as he tugs you toward him. The motion makes you gasp and he takes the chance to turn the kiss from sweet to carnal, tongue sweeping into your mouth.
Seokjin kisses you slowly, tongue curious and gentle. Your head spins as you kiss him and you can barely breathe, so full of him and thoughts of him and the taste of him that you grip him tight, desperate not to fall over. 
The irritation from him waking you up is long forgotten as he tugs you closer. Your hips press against his, mouths sliding, a mix of gentle smacks, spit, and gasps for air. A buzz tingles through you as you nudge Seokjin toward his bed and he responds immediately, backing up and pulling you with him.
When the back of his legs hit the bed, he falls backward. The two of you become a tangled pile of limbs and kisses and giggles, but you find your place as you slot your knees on either side of his narrow waist, palms flat against his chest and the steady beating of his heart. 
There are stars in his eyes when he looks up at you. For a second, you just look at one another, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs and his eyes locked on your face. His lips and face are rouge, hair messy. You grin and lean down, pressing your lips against him again. 
Kissing Seokjin is invigorating. You can’t help but let little noises slip from your mouth. His fingers press into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he groans, hips twitching upward for friction. The bulge through his sweatpants makes you squeak and you break the kiss, wiggling your hips down to press against his clothed cock.
“Ugh,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut and head pressing back into his mattress. “Don’t do that. I’m so fucking hard.” 
“Do you want some help with that?”
His gaze softens and his thumbs slide back and forth on your thighs, caressing gently. “I want whatever you want. Nothing, everything, something. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Well right now… I really want to suck you off.” 
“Oh yeah?”
“Uh huh.” 
Without breaking eye contact, you drop and slide your hand from where it presses against his chest downward. His abs twitch under your hand as you dance along his over-warm skin. His breathing has turned faint and breathy, body nearly trembling as you brush your fingers along the trail of hair leading into his sweatpants.
Watching him is hypnotizing. Seokjin’s lips part slightly as you slide your hand underneath the elastic, brows shooting up when you brush the sticky tip of his cock. 
“No underwear?”
“They’re - nggg - restricting.” 
His shaft is long and smooth, your fingers brushing along the underside, tracing a vein. You’re impressed by the sheer size of his dick, wondering if you’re going to manage to not choke, but the sound he lets you when you wrap your fingers around him and grip him tight erases the apprehension. 
“You sound so good like that,” you breathe, giving a loose-fisted stroke toward the crown, beaded with precum. “Also you have a sizeable dick.”
“Sizeable, huh?” You brush your thumb over the tip, nail gliding over his leaking slit and he lets out a loud moan, making you grin. “Take it out and see how fucking sizeable it is, hmm?”
It’s hard to take him seriously with how ridiculous he sounds, but you slide down the bed, gently getting onto your knees. Using both hands, you tug at his sweatpants, looking up at him through fluttered lashes. 
And… suddenly it’s not a joke anymore. Your mouth waters a bit at the side, his tip swollen and needy. His thick, and you know how good it would feel to just sink down on top of his length, filling up the throb that aches between your legs. 
Pressing your palms firmly into his thighs, you lift yourself up, dipping low to run your tongue along the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft. He lets out a sinful growl, hands fisting the sheet and gasping as you watch him struggle. 
At the tip, you slid a hand up, gripping him firmly as you suckle the dark, swollen flesh into your mouth. His precum is salty on your tongue and you hum, eyes fixed on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the blush blossoming from his neck to his pecs. 
Seokjin is beautiful under the assault of your mouth. 
Suckling gently, you watch his reaction as your tongue lazily circles around the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips wiggle back and forth but he never bucks up into your mouth, never thrusts deeper than you’re willing to go. 
“Please,” he whispers and it comes out as an almost whine. “More.” 
You give him more, gently sinking your mouth down on him. It’s a stretch but you manage, careful to mind your breathing as you bob gently, hollowing your cheeks for added suction. Expletive-laced moans drip from his mouth, his eyes squeeze shut as you continue to suck gently. 
Drool runs out the sides of your mouth. You let it, the stickiness of your spit and his presume slicking down his cock helps you take more of him in his mouth. When his tip brushes the back of your throat, he nearly growls, fully writhing underneath you now.
Seeing him like this is addicting, worked up and sweating, and falling apart. What you can’t fit in your mouth you grip with your hand, mouth, and fingers stroking together in time to work him up. Your mouth buzzes around him in a self-satisfied hum. 
Seokjin can’t help himself. His hands leave the sheets, one hand going to the back of your head, fingers pressed firmly. He doesn’t push or pull, his grip just firm and begging. The sound as you let him thrust a little is sinful and wet, the cough-choke of your throat accompanied by stilted curses. 
Suddenly, he pulls you up. Cum-mixed spit dribbles down your chin, mouth feeling stretched and swollen as you look up at him. His sweats are around his ankles, abs and thighs flexing as he leans forward, urging you upward. 
Your mouths meet in a heated smack of cum and spit and moans and teeth. Your mind is spinning as he cups your face fiercely, pulling you to your feet and up onto his naked waist. His hands pull at your shirt and you yank it fiercely, breaking your messy kiss just to toss it. 
Seokjin’s hands are warm and starving for you and vicious as he pulls your bralette off, adding it to the messy pile in his room. Steady hands cup your breasts, his eyes glittering as he makes a noise. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”
You fall forward but his hands steady you, lifting his head to catch a nipple with his mouth. It sets you alight, electricity snapping to life from the motion. You moan, head thrown back, eyes rolling as he nipples lightly on your nipple. 
“Fuck,” you squeak. The heat between your legs hurts, your cunting throbbing for him. “That feels so good.”
He hums, letting go of the hardened peak with a gentle scrape of his teeth, moving his mouth to lavish your other breast. His thumb brushes back and forth over the glossy peak, keeping it stimulated. 
You tremble in his grip, seated in his lap as he places luscious sucks across your chest. 
“You’re beautiful.” Seokjin’s words are mumbled in damp kisses against your collarbone. “You’re smart and sweet and generous and stunning.” 
“You’re beautiful,” you answer. It feels stupid to say, but it’s the only thing you can come up with. Everything feels fuzzy and you’re drowning in the praise. “Why is your discord WorldWideHandsomJin?”
“Shut up.” He rolls the two of you over, a whirlwind of limbs and giggles. “Cause I wanted it to be, and it’s true.” 
“It is,” you agreed, gasping as he slides his hand into your pajama shorts. His fingers brush over your damp panties, and he huffs a laugh when he feels how sticky wet you are. “More.” 
He hums and applies more pressure, but it doesn’t relieve the ache. “No,” you whine, clawing his chest. “Please.” 
“Because you said please.”
With a swift hand, he pulls your shorts and underwear down. You don’t have time to shiver at the cool air of his room hitting your pussy, his fingers brushing up and down. “God,” he groans, dropping his head against the side of your neck. “You’re soaked, baby.” 
Pleasure sparks as he thumbs your clit in gentle circles. You feel arousal flood the pit of your stomach, cunt aching and leaking as he slides a finger up and down, applying pressure to your hole before gently sliding into your cunt. 
It’s not enough. You get breathy all the same, the feel of his finger stroking your front wall making the world around you melt. Your limbs feel heavy and you shut your eyes, feeling the way he strokes your g-spot over and over again. 
“Another,” you gasp, hips bucking upward. “Please, more.”
“Yeah?” he asks. “Greedy pussy needs more?”
His filth makes your mouth pop open. He complies, though, sliding in another finger and fucking into you properly. He lets you roll your hips upward, trying to ride his hand as you chase the feeling in your stomach. 
It feels like you can’t get enough air, heat trapped between your bodies, static sticking to your skin. Seokjin feels like heaven and fucking hell, skin sticky where your bodies touch, thrumming with energy. 
And it’s so much - almost too much. You want him closer, want to be fuller, want the snap of his hips. You dig your fingers into his biceps, mouth brushing against his, words mumbled between pressed lips, “Please.” 
With a slick sound, he pulls his fingers from you. Immediately you miss the feeling, but you’re rewarded as he brings shine-slicked fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. He leers around his fingers, eyes dark. 
“Yum,” he whispers, bending down and licking into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 
For a quick moment, he fumbles in his nightstand, pulling out a condom and breaking the foil with a soft crinkle. He’s painted a soft blue in the lights of his room, the changing colors making him a mirage of neons and soft colors, a haunting and stunning creature all at once. 
Seokjin shuffles you carefully up the bed, peppering your skin with kisses as he goes. Reverent hands stretch your legs wide open for him as he slots himself against you, giving shallow thrusts so that his cock slides against your messy fold. You whine, needed more stimulation, needing to feel full to relieve the ache. 
Grabbing the base of his cock, he strokes upwards again, letting his cockhead catch on your trembling hole. A stream of expletives falls from your lips as your head falls backward, your entire frame vibrating as he slowly slides in. You’re so wet that it helps, but the thick girth of him burns all the way until he is fully sheathed and your walls are fluttering around him.
“Shit, you’re fucking squeezing me.”
“Cause your cock is fucking big!”
“Am I supposed to apologize?”
“No, but please fuck me.”
You need the slide of his shaft against your walls, need to feel the way he hits so deep it’s like he’s in your fucking stomach. Seokjin starts a slow but purposeful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, sliding his hands under your as to lift you slightly. The angle allows him to fuck your spot as he thrusts in, your limbs going slack as the feeling of an orgasm winds from just a few strokes. 
Seokjin fucks you with purpose, stroking a little faster. Sweat beads on his chest, hair clinging to his forehead as he bites his bottom lip, stomach flexing. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers wrapped around his wrist where he holds you, practically pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you open. 
It’s mind-numbing, everything else fading away as his room swirls in colors, punctuated by the snap of his hips against your wet ass and your high-pitched moans. 
You wish you could be more of a participant, but the way he makes you feel has the room spinning. He fucks you down into the mattress, the slide of your skin against his sheets added friction. Your head hits a pillow, knocking it sideways, your hand trying to find a grip on anything. It finds the wall and you press against it, feeling the squeeze of your breath in your lungs and the coil in your stomach. 
“That's it,” Seokjin urges, one hand leaving your ass to slip between your legs. He circles your clit and your eyes roll back in your head, the roaring feeling of your orgasm coming closer and closer. “Fuck your feel so fucking good - you look so fucking good just taking my cock like this.” He is the vision you think. Brow furrowed, lip tucked between his teeth, all tan, flushed skin and twitching muscles. You can't remember the last time you were fucked into mindlessness, no chance of cognitive thinking at your fingertips. The filth that leaves his mouth only sends you spiraling further, admiration-laced curses punctuated with moans.
You can only moan back in response, most of the sound stuck in your throat. You think you’re babbling now, mouth agape, eyes squeezed so shut that colors explode across your vision. He fucks you hard but at a medium pace, each thrust supported with his full weight, hitting so deep that you can’t breathe.
When you cum, it’s like a freight train hits you, the world going absolute white noise and numb. You lose yourself in the feeling, everywhere and nowhere all at once. You’re aware of the way your pussy pulses around his cock and through the buzz in your ears, you hear him curse, gasping your name as he cums just as hard. 
You have no idea how long it takes for you to come back down. You barely feel your limbs, the tingle in them like when your foot falls asleep but far more pleasant. You roll your head over to find Seokjin breathing deeply, skin glowing with sweat. His eyes flutter open as you stare at him and he grins, tired but genuine. Your stomach leaps. 
“I swear,” he mumbles. “Next time I will last way longer than that. But fuck.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard,” you admit, voice hoarse. “I think that is why they call it le petite mort. Holy shit.” 
He laughs and he pulls you in. With the shift of your limbs, you feel how sticky and wet your legs are, thighs pressed together in the mess. You make a face at the feeling, no longer finding it attractive now that you’re not actively fucking, but he kisses you and you immediately forget about it. 
“By the way,” he mutters, voice deep. “I won the bet so you owe me a favor.”
You grit your teeth, realizing that he did win by a single kill. “Fine. What’s your favor?”
“Not much, just want to take you out somewhere nice. Buy you a beautiful dinner. Learn all of your embarrassing stories from middle school and if you had an emo phase.”
“Did you have an emo phase?” 
“You’ll only find out if we go on a date.”
You smile. Your mouth hurts from the kissing and the stretch of his dick, but it doesn’t matter. You brush the sweaty hair from his face, his eyes fixed on your reaction. “Of course, I’ll go on a date with you.” 
“Hmm. Good. Now come on, I wanna fuck you in the shower.” 
“That I can agree with.” 
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subskz · 3 months
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tmi but i don’t moan in bed like i literally can’t no matter how good it feels and it’s kinda an insecurity of mine…just wondering how you think each member would react and what would they do ❤️‍🩹
no worries at all <3 see it as a good thing! it just means you can hear ur partner more~
chan - funnily enough he might be the one who's insecure abt it at first bc he gets worried that he's not making you feel good, and that is channie's absolute nightmare. he already tends to be a huge service sub, so you can imagine how much effort he’d put in trying extra hard to please you. he keeps repeating that you can use him however you want, begging you to let him do things that are solely for your pleasure to the point where it becomes very obvious that smth’s weighing on his mind. esp when he gives you head, channie puts his all into it w the hope that he can satisfy you enough for you to moan. he sounds so cute asking for reassurance when you don’t make much noise even as his tongue laps frantically at you like you’re his last meal, slurring things like “m i doing okay? is this good? just wanna make you feel good” w growing desperation. once he comes to understand that it's just the way you are, he doesn't mind at all! he might feel a lil embarrassed though, bc he is very vocal in bed and gets pretty loud, so when his moans are the only ones ringing out he can’t help but get shy abt it. he really needs to know he's doing well for you, so he might sheepishly ask if you could please tell him verbally when things feel good instead, so he can feel more confident and secure in his actions! he needs lots of praise ♡
lino - he's a bit trickier bc his pride might come into play here hehe. he might not bring it up w you bc he doesn't want you to know it affects him, but in his head he's definitely trying to analyze why he never seems to get a vocal reaction out of you. minho is also pretty good at holding back his voice when in the right headspace, so he might end up stubbornly trying to keep quiet too just to see what you’ll do, like he's playing a game w you and competing to see who can actually get the other to moan. it doesn’t help that he tends to be on the receiving end of pleasure 90% of the time, so even if you weren’t naturally silent it’d be more of a challenge for him to hear you moan bc he’s getting all the stimulation. he’s very observant though, so he’ll pay careful attention to your other reactions to figure out what you like and make sure he’s not the only one feeling good. it’s one way to get this spoiled kitty to put in work bc he secretly can’t stand the idea of not satisfying you properly. when he learns that it’s not an issue of pleasure, he’s pretty relaxed abt it bc he quickly catches on to the other ways you express yourself, esp physically when you clench your jaw, pull harder at his hair, or clench around him. though, like chan, he might get a bit self-conscious when he ends up losing his composure first and he’s the only one making the sweetest, filthiest noises for you
binnie - poor binnie...he's a bit devastated at first bc his little leo heart needs to know he's doing well and his pride starts to feel shaky when he thinks he's not making you feel good. he'd be so cute abt it, whiny and kinda sulky when nudges you to figure out why you're being so quiet when he tries to please you. he’s not one to hide his need for compliments so he’d ask pretty shamelessly “is binnie doing a good job?” in the cutest, poutiest voice. he glances at you a lot to make sure he’s not doing anything wrong, and his face heats up a lil bit whenever he lets an especially loud moan slip out meanwhile the most he can get out of you is some shaky breaths and sighs. binnie also just really seems like the type to be turned on by his partner's moans, especially when they’re mixed w the sound of his, so he'd feel a lil wistful abt not getting to hear them. however…once you’ve convinced him that you’re just naturally not very vocal n it has nothing to do w how well he’s pleasing you, he actually finds it pretty sexy seeing how composed you are in comparison to him hehe. he loves when you tell him that it’s just bc his voice sounds so sweet and angelic, you want to hear him moan for you like a good boy instead. plus, when you’re not very vocal, it makes any hitched breaths and words of praise that he does manage to earn from you all the more fulfilling to him <3
hyunjin - he gets deeply caught up in heat of the moment when having sex to the point where he’s always not super aware of his surroundings, so he may not process right away that he’s the one doing all the moaning bc when he fully lets go his moans would easily overpower yours in volume anyway. he’s very passionate abt ur pleasure though and craves a mutual intensity, he wants to be immersed in it with you so that you’re just as hooked on ruining him as he is on being ruined. it might take a bit, but he definitely starts to notice that you’re not making much noise and he gets kinda sensitive n insecure abt it bc he feels like you’re not attracted to him or he’s not doing a good job in bed. when he gives you his all and still doesn’t get any moans out of you, poor baby starts to overthink and needs a bit of comfort so he knows he’s not being selfish and failing to satisfy you. your reassurance is all he really needs to feel better abt it though, bc hyunjin gets lost in all of you down to the last detail. he starts to pay more attention to other ways you express yourself, like how you grip his hair extra hard when you’re close, how your voice gets more breathless when you talk him through it, or how u gaze down at him like you’re abt to devour him. that’s all he needs!
jisung - he might not even notice how quiet you are at first bc he's so ridiculously loud himself, he moans enough for the both of you. it might take smth like you gagging him or shoving your fingers in his mouth for him to realize on day through all his muffled cries and whimpers that you’re extremely sparse w your noises in comparison to him, even when you’re on the receiving end of pleasure. hannie’s typically kinda shameless abt how vocal he is, and he also couldn’t really help it if he tried, but he might be another one who develops a bit of a complex abt it and start trying extra hard to please you bc he feels awkward abt being so loud when you aren’t. he begs to go down on you at any opportunity and asks “does that feel good? am i doing it right? am i a good boy?” the whole time, getting progressively whinier w his questions when you still don’t moan. it’s clear that smth’s up from how overly eager he is and how he keeps vying for your approval even more than usual. if u dont bring it up yourself, he’ll eventually ask you all childish n pouty if he’s not doing well for you and what it’ll take to get any kind of sound out of you. once you soothe his doubts, he recovers pretty quickly bc jisung doesn’t really need you to be loud, he gets wildly turned on over every little thing you do, anyway, so it doesn’t bother him in the slightest if you aren’t as vocal as him as long as he’s pleasing you~
felix - sweet angel lix is satisfied as long as he gets to feels close to you! he doesn’t mind whether you’re vocal or not and honestly may not even think much abt it. in his mind, you’re just a a lot more controlled than him and it’s smth he finds very attractive abt you! it makes him feel safe n secure, for you to have such quiet reactions when he’s completely falling apart at your hands, like he can depend on you to be calm and ground him through it all. i think lix is fairly vocal in the sense that he doesn’t hold back his moans, but they’re not always very loud, so it’s extremely sensual to him to just listen to the sound of your shared breathing with all his soft whimpers and low groans in between. esp when you get a extra sharp cry out of him, it turns him on a lot to hear all the filthy sounds you’re capable of drawing out of him. felix is very curious though and a bit of an overthinker, so he might wonder every now n then if he’s not doing enough for you. his hands might start to wander over your body more often, pawing and squeezing at different parts to try n figure out what you like most, maybe even getting bold and toying w more sensitive areas like your nipples. when you question him he give u the most innocent smile n shyly admits that he’s trying to see if he can get some sounds out of you. but even if he doesn’t succeed physical touch is all he needs to be content
seungmin - he doesn't really question it! seungmin is naturally on the quieter side too and has very soft reactions, both physically and verbally, so he doesn't stress too much abt it when he notices that you don’t make a lot of noise w him. the intimacy is the most important aspect of all to him, he doesn't need a lot to be said or heard to feel good and comfortable with you. that's not to say he doesn’t care at all though...seungmo's very observant, and like minho, he will definitely study your reactions to every little thing to try and find the best way to please you. he doesn’t make a big show of it or nag you abt it, he just subtly makes note of what you seem to like most and puts in extra effort for it. i can definitely see him leaning in to body worship for his, w his big brown eyes watching you keenly as his lips roam all over your skin. it’s very cute once you realize what he’s trying to do. like felix, he honestly finds it pretty alluring that you’re even quieter than him in bed, especially in the context of puppyplay. nothing makes his heart race more than him feeling himself start to slip as he laps away at you eagerly, making more noise than you even though you’re the one getting all the pleasure. ironically, it encourages him let go of himself even more and moan without restraint
jeongin - innie looks at you w stars in his eyes whether it’s your first or nth time together, everything abt the way you guide him w such confidence makes his heart race and this is no exception! i think out of all the boys he’d actually love this abt you the most, bc he just finds it insanely hot that you’re able to stay so calm and collected meanwhile he’s a complete mess who can’t hold back his gasps no matter how desperately he tries to. it does admittedly make him feel a bit flustered and ashamed of himself for sounding so pathetic in comparison to you, but when he’s feeling so good it’s hard for him to remember to hold back. if you shush him gently while he’s moaning up a storm, he’d go a little crazy. he’s also very aware of how much you love seeing him like that. though he doesn’t fully understand why, and as shy as he gets when you go harder to earn the cutest, loudest cries from him, he feels more comfortable w his expressiveness knowing that you get enjoyment out of it. however, just like chan and binnie he really needs to know when he’s doing well! since you don’t moan to show your approval, he really longs for you to whisper praise or words of encouragement so he can feel more sure of himself, bc he really likes to be of service to you. you can tell how much even the slightest reaction from you excites him by the way he starts thrusting faster or moving his tongue more vigorously <3
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l0vergirls · 6 months
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possible tmi but i’ve got hella period cramps rn and i was wondering if we could get some bf tim drake comforting his s/o during their cramps 👉👈
omg not tmi at all i was already planning on writing this cus im in the same situation anon </3
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tim's worry only increased as you failed to answer his third call in the last 5 minutes.
after checking your location (which you kindly shared with him and vice versa), he figured you wouldn't mind if he used the key under your welcome mat.
checking the date today, he made a quick stop to the convenience store near your place and bought what he knew to be your favourite chocolate and snacks. and extra cold bottles of water for good measure.
you haven't moved from your spot in your bed since this morning, moaning and groaning as the pangs of pain only seemed to worsen as time goes on.
tim found you in a fetal position, clutching your lower abdomen for dear life.
he frowned, seeing you in pain made his heart clench. he put the plastic bag down, as he approached you.
"hey, babe," tim's gentle voice rang through your ears, and in a split second you felt his hand on your hair.
"hi, tim," you sat up, though the pain made you move slower than you would, letting tim meet you halfway.
"missed you," you wasted no time in briefly wrapping your arms around his torso, taking notice of the plastic bags on the floor.
"what'd you get?"
"your favourites," tim joined you on your bed, pulling up your laptop and entering your password.
he put on a show he knew you'd often watch when you get like this, then picked up the plastic bag.
"you want a panadol?" tim took out a bottle of water and a bar of chocolate.
"no, thank you," you rested your head on his shoulder, while he simultaneously put an arm around you.
you grabbed the water and chocolate, "love you,"
"love you too."
you spent the rest of the day like that, lazing around with your boyfriend, and getting your much needed rest as he'd run around your place preparing proper meals for you.
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humaforever · 2 months
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Audrey on the Lost Revenge, I wanna see it.
Becoming friends with Uma, she wants to know more about the pirate life cuz it seems like a vibe. And what does she gain from a day on the Lost Revenge?
She might consider becoming a pirate. Far less rules to follow, expectations are low
The woman empowerment energy is really radiating off this ship and it's healing for the soul
Harry has extreme special privileges. The favoritism is not subtle
She's hoping they don't actually drink as much as they were exhibiting for her visit, that's not good for them
This crew is confusing her, she thought some of them were in a relationship but she figured out that they just speak to each other like they're flirting.
She's heard many curse words that she never knew existed, it makes up most of their vocabulary actually
She highly admires Bonny for absolutely never giving a fuck
The energy is never chill
Their sleep schedules are actually insane
The crew has warned her multiple times that being a member means putting up with Harry and Uma's PDA, which is not for the weak
She finds it interesting that Gil hasn't been corrupted considering who he lives with
Food is plentiful but the meal choices are strange and 100% carbs.
The ship is pretty cutely decorated, by Audrey's standards that's saying a lot
TMI is a concept she's sure they've never heard of
Each crew member has something they wear to honor Uma. She wishes she had that kinda respect.
Jonas is strange. Mmmm yeah she doesn't like him.
She thinks they might all be kleptomaniacs
She has a sense of freedom that she's never felt before, it's so liberating. And ew why does she feel like crying all of a sudden?
Anyways, this visit has convinced her that she needs to add more leather to her wardrobe
Audrey has learned that Uma has the biggest trinket collection she's ever seen. The girl is obsessed with shiny things, it's kinda cute
Family doesn't always have to be by blood.
The stories are bogus, pirates aren't so bad after all.
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134340am · 2 years
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✌🏻 goob morning frens! ✌🏻
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hueningshaped · 2 years
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★ how txt would take care of you when you suffer on your period
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▰ genre: fluff + comfort
a/n: this is purely self-indulgent since i’m currently on my period and tmi lol my own period is so so so so bad it puts me out of commission for more than a week sometimes and i have terrible symptoms but this is just me haha i wrote this with weak intentions under the guise of this being for me but if you enjoy it, then good 🥺 i hope u don’t hate this or me heehee
possible warnings: i don’t think i mentioned blood explicitly but just be aware ^^ + one suggestive joke lol
YEONJUN
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- oh you can bet he’s going to drop everything just to be with you even if his schedule has arranged something extremely important
- he only remembered it was hell week because he wanted to go out after work and was making plans and called you up
- but when u said no and u never pass up going out with him, it clicked
- “oh my baby has that time come again?”
- “yes jesus and don’t put it that way, really there’s no nice way to put it but yes im bleeding out and in pain”
- “i’ll be right there” doesn’t even wait for ur response, he just zooms to u
- as soon as he’s with you, he basically throws himself on you
- frantically checking you the way a mother cub does to her babies (he’s sooooo)
- at this point, you’re experiencing the worst of ur pain: shivering, writhing, crying silently, and everything that could hurt hurts — you tell him this much
- “baby i’m so sorry oh no, we’ll fix this i promise you” he assures you, wiping your tears with his thumbs and his pout is so big you even feel bad for garnering such a frowny face on your lively and bright boyfriend
- he grabs an extra heating pad and slips it under your shirt so it’ll be more in contact with you and tucks you in with a weighted blanket, settling a pillow under your feet and ensuring to his best capability that you’re as comfortable as can possibly be
- he’s frantic with it but keeps his facial expression calm
- he tries to kiss you to distract you, a little hopeful because he knows his kisses have an effect and as much as you do respond and reciprocate, he has to admit defeat when you’re basically crying
- yeonjun brews a tea as fast as he can, making sure it’s to your taste and blows at it as he spoons it into your mouth even though you tell him you can drink it yourself
- “hush, my love, you need to drink as much as you can”
- he gives you a proper dosage of ibuprofen and massages your legs once you’re done
- once the main symptoms have calmed down enough that you’re not chattering your teeth, yeonjun sighs with false relief
- “glad that’s over with, yn, it hurts to see you in pain”
- “oh, yeonjun, if only that were true” you say with a smile that turns into a laugh bc he realizes….
- he cuddles with you, like full on you’re lying on top of him, your head on his chest and he’s hugging you to him until you fall asleep
- when you wake up from the discomfort, you realize that 1, yeonjun’s in the kitchen because you can hear his singing from your bed and 2, you’ve bled through and not just through your clothes and comforter but through your favorite blanket
- to say you’re heartbroken is an understatement - you washed it just days before and you had saved the last of your fabric softener just so it would smell good while you rot in bed for the week
- yeonjun returns from cooking the FIRST meal of the day to check on you to find you waddling around the room with your sheets balled up in your arms
- “oooo” he winces as he comes closer to you, running his palm over your forehead but when his hand moves to ur cheek, he feels the tears and he’s FREEZES
- he pouts and follows right behind you as you drop the blankets and covers to the washer
- “are you done following me around”
- “absolutely not!”
- while you’re already in the bathroom he knocks and lets you know that he’ll be in the kitchen
- in the back of his mind he wants to be as close to you as possible and never leave your side but he knows that you’re sensitive during these trying times and with that side of the blade being emotional, the other is your irritability and there’s a chance that you might snap and so might he
- but regardless he knows he at least needs to keep you eating and hydrated and rested
- he takes the period pain very personally
- however, while in the shower, one of your episodes befalls you
- this consists of you growing so terribly weak all over you can’t even keep yourself standing, you get intense nausea, and it becomes so hard to breathe
- miraculously, you’re out of the shower but on the floor struggling and trying to dress yourself when yeonjun’s singing voice can be heard moving closer towards you
- he can hear you coughing and taking swift but shallow breaths and his singing stops
- “uh baby are you okay in there?” yeonjun sounds so worried
- it takes you a while to respond, trying to regulate your breaths because this happens every now and then, and it’s not like you’re going to pass out because you’ve made it this far without passing out except that you have but ur not lucid enough to think right
- after a few minutes of complete silence, yeonjun musters up the courage to knock like crazy before cracking the door open to peek in
- long story short, he found you literally passed out but at least you were fully clothed but you were dripping wet 😭 hey but at least he managed to take you back to your bed and tuck you in
- yeonjun is worried scared sad and everything in between, even after you wake up and tell him that this has happened a few times before and it’s going to continue to happen
- poor thing
- the rest of the day goes by with you eating his home cooked meals, drinking lots of water and tea, walking around the house when the pain isn’t bad, all while yeonjun does his best to not annoy you while he’s as clingy as can possibly be
- at night, he’s still pouting about it
- “your frown is not gonna make it go away any quicker, junnie”
- he presses the heating pad more against your tummy and sprinkles kisses your cheek
- “yeah but i can think of one way to make it go away”
- “oh, you’re going to hell”
- yeonjun chokes with laughter, snuggling more into your neck, relieved and happy to finally see you not in pain and discomfort
SOOBIN
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- soobin takes empathy to an entire new level
- this isn’t his first rodeo, meaning not only is this first time experiencing hell week with you, but he thinks he understands enough
- but now that he’s lying on his stomach, his head on your torso, and you’re holding his hand in a bone crushing way (which by itself is saying a lot because his hands are huge and god forbid he were to hit someone, they’d probably evaporate but anyway) soobin begins to think he can’t even keep it together for the both of you
- the entire day somehow you manage to be fine or at least you’re not suffering, so you both had gotten through the day running errands but when you were about to go home, things took a turn
- and when things took a turn, it meant that you were struggling to brush off the pain of your cramps
- he tries to take your mind off of the pain by holding your hand or massaging your thigh but it doesn’t work
- “just stop trying, soobin” you cry out and he tries not to take it personally but he fails to do so, retracting his hand and sulking about it
- once back home, you run inside instead of waiting for the other so you can walk in hand in hand
- sue him for being emotional! he spends the next few minutes trying to get himself to calm down and get himself to man up because the last thing you need, in these moments, is a very crybaby guy like him
- soobin enters your bedroom, apology on his tongue, when every other thought leaves because he sees you
- you look so tiny and helpless as you’re now in ur pjs, shivering, curled up on your bed and even with the dim lighting, soobin can see your face is wet with tears and sweat and ooh his heart is broken
- he feels worse but this isn’t about him, he tells himself
- you have a fever, you’re cramping, and your muscles are terribly sore — you say that much to him when he asks what’s wrong
- “are you sure this is just your period” he questions in disbelief, shuffling some blankets around so that they don’t enable your fever and he’s stunned when you say that it is
- all his previous knowledge comes flying out the window and after ensuring you’ve taken an ibuprofen and that you get a heating pad and you have a cold, wet damp cloth on your forehead
- he also makes sure to (just like the others) ask “where does it hurt?” and you tell him and he tries to rub and massage everywhere and even if your boobs are sore, you can tell there’s panic in his eyes but he’s still like “do you want me to massage there too 👉👈”
- and you let him, he’s really red but you’re like “it really does help, don’t feel shy” and that makes him go 😼
- anyway after settling you down he also has one foot out the door, thumb hovering over his sister’s number, the other foot in, spilling sweet nothings and reassurances, “if you need anything, i mean anything at all, honey, i’ll be right outside, i love you yn, i’ll come back to your side as soon as i’m done with this call i swear, okay? just hang in there, love”
- and as soon as he closes the door behind himself, he makes three separate phone calls: one to his sister, one to his mom, and another to taehyun, and they each take about five minutes each
- he messily writes down recipes that are given to him by his mom and taehyun, and he compares and contrasts your condition with his sister’s, and by the time he’s done making such nervous calls, he realizes your condition isn’t normal
- they tell him in some way or another that his panicking isn’t helping your condition so whether he likes it or not, he’s really gotta pull it together
- taehyun is also really strict with him while talking him through each recipe and the light meal he’s making at the moment
- “hey no need to get too cocky tyunnie i’m still your hyung”
- “hyung, you’re the one who’s not being careful, your bread’s about to overcook”
- taehyun: 1, soobin: 0
- eventually, he checks up on you and changes the washcloth on your forehead, peels off a thick comforter from you much to your dismay, and spoon feeds you medicine very quietly even if your favorite show was five times louder than anyone in the room
- while you’re napping, soobin bakes bread to calm himself down and hopefully by eating something yummy and warm, it’ll help
- warmth is key to combatting your symptoms, which is contradicting because it is also the key symptom of your fever but he digresses
- you’re on your way back from the bathroom when you spot his big figure seated on the bed next to your spot
- he’s smiling warmly as he helps you back in bed and moving your hair out of your face
- “i made you some bread, yn, i hope you like it”
- you eat pretty quietly and weakly and he begins to doubt himself until you lift your head with a smile that pulls him back down to earth
- “it’s delicious as always, thank you, soobin, i love you” and you give him a smooch on his cheek
- how is he not supposed to swoon at that
- it takes a while but he joins you in bed and rubs your back up and down as you try a different position to lay in
- you two talk about nothing very quietly (even if you don’t have to) for an hour or so and he makes you laugh a lot and it distracts you enough that the next wave of cramps surprises you and him
- your fever has subsided but you’re still chattering your teeth and shaking and he has to coax you to changing the way you guys are laying
- which brings us to soobin basically looking up at you from your hip, hot tears rolling down his cheeks
- why is that the person he loves most has to suffer like this for a week, a bit longer at times, and every month?! it’s madness!
- “why are you crying, soobinnie?”
- he’s sobbing with you as he tells you that he hates seeing you in pain
- the more you cry, the more he does, and even if he feels disappointed in himself for not being strong for the both of you, his insecure feelings dissipate when you tell him, after crying your eyes swollen and your heating pad has cooled and you’re no longer in pain, that it made you feel better: that he made you feel better.
BEOMGYU
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- as infinitely caring and thoughtful and sympathetic as he is, beomgyu tries his best to keep up with everything and fails miserably but he tries his best nonetheless !! he has the biggest heart of anyone you could ever know after all
- to accurately describe how he feels about the entire ordeal is confused, angry, but guilty
- the night before work, while you guys were on a walk, you were complaining about cramps that would attack you every now and then but you paid them no mind so he just walked you back to your place and kissed you goodnight and went to sleep at the dorms leaving you alone (which was how you usually were but that didn’t make leaving you easier)
- but of course when he was at work you texted him and told him that hell week had indeed commenced (really just to update him) and he was genuinely :0
- “god im sorry sweetie but what exactly do you mean by hell week? can’t imagine how bad it must be for you to call it that”
- (beomgyu can be also be quite naive bc his soul is pure)
- you try your best to explain how you get a little more than the regular cramping and bleeding and he’s horrified
- he comes straight to you once he’s done with his work and he’s still mortified about what you go through
- “i feel like you should go to the doctor for that kind of stuff” he says quietly
- “nonsense, this is normal, now hand me the heating pad”
- he grumbles about it but decides on doing his best to distract you while you recover
- of course, it’s all a learning experience for him
- he tries tickling you at some point but you hit him too hard for his liking so he stops
- he just wants to hold you and make you laugh like always but you keep saying that you’re too gross but he doesn’t buy it but he doesn’t wanna budge so he stays 😔
- you’re sprawled out on the bed weird and you have two pairs of socks on and you’re squeezing the heating pad to your tummy like your life depends on it
- there’s a knock at the door and he gets it and comes back with a bag, telling you that he texted one of the guys to go to the convenience store and get you your favorite snacks and drinks and foods
- “beomgyu why’d you get me so much oh my god”
- apparently he thinks people on their periods get cravings like pregnant people do and it was an innocent belief really but cmon
- you give him a big kiss one that makes him beam and visibly happy and tell him to thank whoever bought your stuff
- now that you gave him a kiss, it gives him a little courage to ask for cuddles to which you oblige with a little sigh
- you’re the one cuddling to him with your head, leg, and arm on his body and he’s rubbing your back mindlessly while you both watch the sequel to some movie and it’s going good – to him because he’s thinking “if this is how it always is, it can’t be that bad”
- oh, beomgyu
- at one point, you ask to be covered with your blanket and he covers you up and while doing so, he feels firsthand how ice cold your legs feel and he screams
- “babe i told you this happens it’s okay”
- “you’re like a corpse 😭😭😭” he’s so distraught
- the angle that you’re laying in somehow manages to stretch your cramps and increase the pain so when they return, you have to retract away and you’re back to shaking, writhing, and near tears
- “maybe if i make you something to eat you’ll feel better — my mom told me if i ever took a pill or i was sick i’d feel better with a warm cooked meal”
- and he’s said this to you before and he’s right but you tell him sadly that you don’t have an appetite when you’re on your period and eating can make you nauseous at times
- he sighs and whines
- “then you expect me to just sit here and watch you roll around in pain? i can’t! you need to eat something i do not care what you say”
- and he walks out refusing to listen to you anymore he is upset! he’s upset that you can’t eat even when you need to
- he brings you some water and a warmed up heating pad, trying to think of something to make you, and his anger returns when he sees you taking ibuprofen like crazy
- “that’s enough!” he gives you a good scolding about how you shouldn’t be taking so much medicine if you aren’t eating and he does it all with a big pout
- even if he’s mad he doesn’t yell or express it entirely on his face — the most he’ll do is frown or sulk or be stern
- and you’re thankful because if he so much as raised his voice at you, you’d cry for eternity
- beomgyu calls soobin and poor guy answers with a sigh “how can i help you” since he’s been spammed with texts all day from him
- “can you tell me how to make that thing you guys made for me when i was sick and i didn’t want to eat but you guys made it for me anyway and it was really good okay i need you to tell me how to make it step by step”
- he’s panicking and soobin has to calm him down
- it takes soobin asking taehyun asking kai asking yeonjun for beomgyu to remember some of it and write down the rest of the recipe
- by the time he’s done and is coming in with the meal neatly arranged, you’re still grimacing and shivering, legs elevated on a pillow but wrapped up in your blanket
- he remembers painfully that what you experience is a bit abnormal
- beomgyu pouts and quietly calls your name so that you’re not startled when he approaches you
- he feeds you the meal little by little, even dabs your face with a napkin, and is ready to feed you the water too until you take it from him a little incredulously
- whole time while he’s feeding you though, he’s talking the entire time and his voice soothes you
- “i know you’ve heard that story before and you must be wondering why i’m talking so much and i am, too, but i think it’s because i feel weird in charge but i like it, i want to take care of you more. i want you to let me because i love you, you’re so wonderful and cute and crazy and i love so much that you love me, too”
- when you’ve eaten as much as you could, you’re already crying
- “oh no baby, i’m sorry i’m sorry” he’s already thinking it’s because of the nausea and the cramps and your sore muscles like you’d told him earlier
- he’s already rising to either call soobin again or heat up some tea when you grab his wrist and pull him back
- “you’re the sweetest boy in the whole world” you sob
- and it makes him smile but throw himself at you (in a restrained and safe way)
- he kisses your forehead and thumbs your tears away
- “you look pretty when you cry, how lucky is that”
- everything he says is so dumb and sweet that even if it might make you feel worse, overall he’ll always manage to bring a smile and laugh to you – that and many many more hugs and kisses and who are you to deny yourself that?
TAEHYUN
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- let’s just say taehyun is as practical as he thinks he should be once he knows the facts because if it’s one thing he won’t stand for, it’s his yn in pain !
- taehyun goes to the convenience store late one night and calls you to see if you want anything and when u pick up, timidly but weakly asking for pads
- full world stop for him lol
- he asks exactly which type you need and that he can identify and get to the best of his ability and he even asks if you want anything else within the store
- he gets you literally everything you want (they’re mainly beverages bc ur a very beverage person sorry u don’t get a say)
- taehyun goes straight to ur place to see you, even calling the elders to tell him he won’t back until after tomorrow
- he holds you super tight to him, kissing your head and rubbing your arms, your back, tummy, and even your legs
- he massages your limbs while you drink ur favorite beverage and tell him how exactly you felt today
- u try to massage his biceps a little too and he smiles but reassures u that he’s okay
- he stays over for the night and while you eventually took a pill for the pain along with some tea taehyun made, u fall asleep at least for a little while
- he actually stays up to research how to help get you through the pain and hell week because every time is the same but different and it’s delicate (like you) bc ur condition isn’t normal
- not even his limited knowledge from his experience with his sister could help
- taehyun lets you sleep in the next day, purposefully keeping the sunlight blocked until you wake up on your own
- “hey yn are u doing okay?” he smoothes your hair from your face
- “let me know when ur okay to eat, okay?”
- of course, it isn’t until a few hours or so after that he forces u to eat – he will not stand by ur lack of appetite
- he made u a decked out meal – your favorite as the main dish but with so many other sides of healthy stuff
- makes you eat every last bit even if you argue
- when u ask for sweets later, he tells you you can’t have any since apparently, sweets actually make ur pain much worse
- “if you want something sweet, yn, i can make u a smoothie or i can buy some dark chocolate or get u some tropical fruit”
- you’re basically 😃💔 *eye twitch* but you say nothing bc hey he offered alternatives!
- he makes u drink tea constantly and u don’t even like it that much so ur lowkey getting grossed out
- and you can’t even begin to cover the amount of vitamins he’s making you take – mind you, theyre all gummies since he knows you prefer them but still it’s so many
- by the time it’s the afternoon you get a little deeper into your covers while binge watching tv and just as you’re feeling tired, taehyun calls for change of plans
- “come on love let’s go outside”
- it’s actually not bad outdoors but he crosses the line when he makes you walk a walking trail at a local park without telling you and you feel gross and tired so ur mood is definitely 👎
- “yn how are we feeling”
- you glare at him
- deep down you feel horrible bc he’s going out of his way to take care of you and this is his way of doing so but it hurts so it feels torturous
- of course, the pain is merciless so about thirty minutes in it returns at maximum strength and as embarrassing as it is, you go from weeping to sobbing quietly unable to walk or move anymore and it must look funny but scary but weird
- “yn come on it’s not so bad is it! there’s no need to cry if u truly don’t want to walk — oh”
- “taehyun it hurts im not crying bc im that big of a baby oh god u think im a big baby 💔” (dramatic/exaggerated)
- “NONONONO”
- homie ends up having to take you into his arms and help walk you back to the car so u can go back home
- you take an ibuprofen in the car but it doesn’t work so ur just sniffling and crying it’s literal agony
- taehyun thinks u hate him and he feels so bad but honestly u can’t tell since he keeps it together so well
- he helps you inside and makes some more tea, offering one last ibuprofen and getting your heating pad, fluffing your pillows and he tucks you in
- you wake up from a little nap to see him fixing your blanket and surprised at the pain that isn’t killing you
- he really did help you 😣
- taehyun comes in with another tea set and is trying to be as quiet as possible until he hears you call out his name
- the way his eyes search for yours and the way he smiles when his eyes find you
- he sets it down and sits beside you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he cups your face
- “how are you feeling, yn?” he’s whispering
- you take his hand into yours and press a kiss to his palm. it’s there you apologize for giving him such a hard time when all he was doing was literally helping
- he refuses to hear it, giving you a tight hug and kissing your cheek
- “anyway if you’re ready to eat i made something light and if not, then how about you try taking a hot bath huh?”
- “oh god you think im stinky” a tear literally rolls down ur cheek
- “YN NO COME ON”
- but ur just kidding, the tear worked bc of how easy it is to trigger ur emotions from the hormones
- “i’ll try a hot bath first if that’s okay, tyun” you say and he gives you another kiss
- “let me set it up for you”
- “you’ve done enough for me today, enough so that it doesn’t hurt. thank you. i don’t know where i’d be without you.”
- after the bath you eat what he made, make sure he eats, you help clean the kitchen, and the night is easing up until around midnight it starts to hurt again, and you’re back in his arms in bed and trying not to cry
- taehyun presses the heating pad more to your lower abdomen and holds your hand a little tighter — even that much (the knowing he’ll be right beside you) is enough to help the pain die down just by a degree or so
HUENINGKAI
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- kai knew his way around the basics of hell week because of his experience with his sisters, but of course, his knowledge could only get him so far when he wanted to take care of you, and you were essentially worst case scenario
- even though this isn’t his first period with you (which he thinks is funny bc he’s been with you long enough that periods are almost important as anniversaries) each one is different and he’s not a fan
- the one thing that’s the same is that you’re always in agony and he wishes that he could do more
- “do you wanna hold my hand, angel?” kai whispers
- it’s early in the morning and you could hardly sleep because of the discomfort of your cramps even if kai was basically clinging to you throughout the night
- you’re turned away from him, legs sprawled out and holding your heating pad-plushie to your abdomen, sniffling weakly at the pain
- kai was already ready for the day but he wasn’t sure why but he just had a feeling this was going to be an all day thing and he was right
- he was on edge the entire day even after you told him so many times you were going to be like this all day and for a few days but he felt it was his duty to be by ur side so he was COMMITTED
- halfway through he realizes like every time this isn’t for the weak
- “kai you really can just go home im just going to be crying or sleeping” that did NOT make him feel better
- true to ur word, you stayed in bed the whole day and would only get up to go to the bathroom every now and then
- sometimes he’d help you walk bc ur legs are very very very sore when ur on ur period
- while he’s walking you he shakily goes “i just wanted to tell you that ur really beautiful and i love you”
- “kai im not dying u don’t have to make a lasting confession”
- “but it’s the truth 😔”
- nothing relieves HIM of his worries
- calls lea asking all these period questions and all anyone can hear is “is it normal for…..” and “hyuka im not a doctor”
- but really he asks for advice at least and he really realizes that your condition isn’t normal
- lea has to snap him out of it
- “you’re not on ur period, yn is!!” she scolds gently and gives him tips before ending the call
- he calls bahiyyih too to ask for her input and oh ! u guessed it — she says the same thing !
- he buys you takeout and brings it to ur bed, arranged in a very cute way, and he brings you vitamins too
- while ur both watching some sad movies, he’s so into the thought that you have to go through this every month that he starts crying
- “hyuka this isn’t even a sad part what’s wrong”
- and he tells you
- and you cry a little because he’s so sweet
- “but yeah i die for like a little more than a week straight isn’t it great”
- needless to say, kai did not like that sarcasm
- kai at some point calls yeonjun to bring some of his plushies over to your place so you’d feel better even though that was more for his sake — he liked to think they were better protection and security
- yeonjun brings them in a big basket and even stops by to check on you, bringing by some soup since even his mom was worried so she’d instructed him to make food
- you and kai called yj’s mom and chatted on the phone for a bit to which yj sulked after a while “can i have my mom back”
- the plushies surround you on your bed and again when the actual pain comes you either squeeze one to your chest or you hug kai to ur chest — either or, they’re both cuddly and comforting
- most importantly, the whole day, he gives u tummy rubs like the entire day and he loves it probably more than you do, sometimes patting your belly then rubbing and then he’ll change it up and announce “oooh counterclockwise” and he goes in a different direction it’s all so endearing and comforting
- once it’s night, he makes sure there’s water or tea on the nightstand and tells u to wake him up if u need him and he knocks out soundly, his head and arm draped over ur chest and tummy — it was a long day even for him :( but it’s not over for him unless it’s over for u
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[FANCAFE] 230122 From.IU - Happy Seollal [Lunar New Year’s Day]
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Hello uaenas 👋🏻
Are you all have a happy seollal?
I got up early in the morning (by my standards) and returned home for the ancestral rites, ate lots of new year food and fruits, gave my new year bows and received bows too.. keke
Then I returned to my place with lots of food that my mum packed for me, organised my fridge and now I’m finally sitting down to catch my breath! (Actually there wasn’t much to do 🤫)
Many of you will probably be asking in the comments, so I’ll just tell you first that the most delicious dishes were braised short ribs and grilled fish!
Also, the TMI for today (someone will ask for sure, right?) is that my nephew made meatballs for the first time today (my dad used to be in charge of them all) and kept asking me to try them when we sat down to eat, so I tried my best to give all kinds of reactions and eventually I promised him that I would set up shop selling meatballs for him😀
We agreed that the name of the shop will be ‘Meatballs Made by Round Jeongyu Restaurant’~
I didn’t feel like getting up early, was in a daze on my way for the ancestral rites and now that I’m not a kid anymore, it feels awkward to be giving new year bows to my parents and grandma, but it was pretty fun for the whole family to meet and chat and the shiny new year food tasted good even though it always tastes the same and the four crumpled 50,000won notes that my grandma gave me in an envelope are really precious to me.
We tend to meet early, have our meal and go back home. Some uaenas may only be reaching their parents or grandparents’ place now and will be staying for the night, so have a safe journey and eat a lot of delicious food! (Although it’s a bit of trouble..🤫) Receive lots of new year pocket money too! (And give just a little..🙄) Exchange lots of well wishes too!! (Don’t listen to or be the one nagging..🤧) If there are any uaenas not going anywhere and just spending the new year quietly, I hope you have a good rest, eat well, have a good time and spend the short and full new year to the best 🔥
By the way, you know the day after tomorrow will be freezing right..? It’s going to be really cold.. If you didn’t know, you should now!! They say it’s going to be really cold, so take out your thermal wear and winter clothes again..
Coat..? No, that won’t do.. Start wearing that the week after the next..
There’s not much left to winter now! Let’s not give it any chance at all!!! For the rest of winter, dress warmly and don’t fall sick!
Lastly, I gave my word in the the video to uaenas in January.
Now that we’re starting our 6th generation of uaenas, we need a new nickname starting with 6 [yook] but my agency and I are both having a hard time thinking of one.. We have selected two names for now!
To give a bit of spoiler, it’s a close match between the name of a plant and an imaginary animal.
But come to think of it, it’s not just 6, even 7[chil].. myeon jo [turkey]..? 8[pal].. bo chae (stir-fried seafood and vegetables]..??
I don’t want to call our uaenas yookhoe (raw beef dish) or turkey or stir-fried seafood and vegetables..🥲
So anyway I’m trying to think of ideas in advance these days~ keke If you all have any ideas, do share them with us 😌
I’m going to take a nap now then.
As I had to leave early, I pretty much didn’t sleep last night, so I’m really sleepy now.
While I’m sleeping, everyone don’t take a break, eat lots of delicious food and enjoy the new year which only comes around once a year!!
Love love 🫶
Bye! 😪😴
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streaminn · 8 months
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Good for them that they got those kisses, though I imagine chat must’ve been confused. Perhaps if not confusion, resignation, with just a bunch of them typing “dad called her over again” “damn an hour?!” “I wonder if I have time to cook a meal”
"pls father bring back snacks while you're at it"
"she's snacking on smth alright"
"WOAH THERE"
"TMI"
"now I'm glad she muted the mic"
"No need for streamer to get banned 😅"
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