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xddaengx · 10 months

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just peachy ⎜ l.sm + j.ww

✧ Pairings: Seokmin x afab!Reader ⎜Wonwoo x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Romance ⎜ Smut ⎜ Fluff ⎜ Love Triangle ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of verbal abuse ⎜ aggressive ex seungcheol ⎜ sorry cheol, someone had to be the bad guy ⎜sick seokmin ⎜desperate sex ⎜unprotected sex ⎜ missionary ⎜ gentle wonwoo ⎜slight angst ⎜sweetest sunshine seokmin ⎜ she/her pronouns ⎜

✧ Word Count: 13.2k

✧ Summary: They wriggled their way into your life - they're your best-friends - what are you meant to do when your feelings grow for both of them?

✧ Author’s Note: I decided to repost this as one long part instead of splitting it up as a series! Hope you enjoy! Please feel free to give feedback :)

(UNEDITED)

You remember when you first met them.

The dark haired boy sitting near the back of the lecture hall, his glasses sitting low on his nose as he flicks his way through the textbook. You look around to the other students who group together, all catching up about their summer break.

You take a glance at the pens besides him on the desk. One highlighter and one pen - he had some sticky notes too but they were tucked in the back of his book. His notebook was open to the right of the large hunk of paper, his messy scribbles already on the page. You glance around at the room again before taking a step towards the empty seat besides him.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You question the boy barely looking away from his page as he nods his head.

“I’m waiting for someone.” He says quickly, and you nod your head with understanding.

“Oh, no problem, sorry for bothering you.” You rush to say, moving quickly to step away from the desk, your cheeks already a tinge darker than before. You don’t notice the man behind you until his hands are gripping your shoulders keeping you upright.

“Who could you possibly be bothering, peach?” The voice says from behind you as his soft chuckle whispers across the back of your neck. He shoots his friend a short glare from over your shoulder before letting go of you, stepping around your body.

“She wanted to sit in your spot.” The dark haired man says to the newcomer, his gaze finally shifting from his textbook. “I said I was waiting for someone.” He adds, his friend shaking his head slowly, looking over his shoulder at you before back to his friend.

“You could’ve moved down a seat, Wonwoo.” The man shakes his head once more before turning around to face you. “We are gonna sit over there, away from this idiot.” The man says, pointing over to the empty seats on the row to the right, marching his way over and taking the second seat, leaving the aisle seat open for you. He waits for you to follow before patting the seat next to himself. You look towards the dark haired man who looks at his friend with a glare before moving to sit besides the kind newcomer.

“My names Seokmin.” He introduces himself, smiling as you manage to sputter out your own name. “I think we are going to be good friends.” He says softly, looking over to his still glaring friend, “All three of us.”

Much to Wonwoo’s disapproval you can’t seem to get Seokmin to detach himself from you. He brings you everywhere he and Wonwoo go, he even added both their numbers to your phone after the first lecture just in case you needed any help going over the material.

“Wonwoo is like the smartest person here.” Seokmin beamed as he guided you out of the lecture hall one afternoon. The professor has spent almost half the lesson discussing how he was unimpressed by most of the essays recently handed in. “Maybe he can help us both.” Seokmin adds softly, quickly glancing over his shoulder hoping his friend hadn’t heard him.

“That’s a nice offer, Min, but my essay was fine.” You respond, trying to detangle your arm from his.

“What do you mean?” He asks and you shrug.

“I got a hundred so I assume mine was fine.” You answer again, Seokmin stopping in his place, staring at you with wide eyes, gaping mouth.

“You a hundred? Like a hundred percent?” He questions and you nod again. “That’s higher than Wonwoo.” He whispers, leaning forwards towards your ear, “He only got a ninety-five.” Seokmin lets out a low chuckle as Wonwoo catches up to the two of you, glancing at his friend in confusion.

“Guess I’ve got a new smartest best friend.” Seokmin says in a teasing tone, his smile brightening as Wonwoo flicks his stare to you in surprise. He nods at you once before walking past the still teasing Seokmin, his arm slung over your shoulder with pride.

Wonwoo seemed to look at you differently after that, he didn’t roll his eyes when you took out your pastel highlighters and novelty pens. He glanced over at your notes every time you wrote down something he didn’t find to be particularly important during the lecture. He listened closer every time you explained something about the lecture that Seokmin didn’t understand.

His friend was right, you were smart.

“Can I borrow a highlighter?” Wonwoo leaned slightly towards you, his bright orange highlighter leaving broken streaks against his page, the pen clearly out of ink. Seokmin has made it clear he liked you sitting in the middle after your first class together - he said that way ‘the smartest in the group’ can help both of them.

“Yeah, of course.” Your eyes are wide as Wonwoo looks down at your multi colour page, your love for making your notes look like something from an aesthetic study YouTube video amusing to the two men besides you. You sprawl all of your highlighters onto the desk between you and Wonwoo, hoping he would just take one and stop looking at you so intensely.

“You know, blue is great for productivity, it’s a soothing colour so it makes it easier to want to look back on your notes - Green is also good cause its easy on the eyes.” You note as Wonwoo finally breaks his gaze, his eyes taking in the large selection of colours. He nods slowly at your words, picking up a mint green and sky blue highlighter. “I prefer pastel colours cause they’re not as abrasive as the neon ones.” You add, just wishing you could stop talking for once in your life.

“The neon ones usually hurt my eyes when I study.” Seokmin notes from besides you, his smile wide as he flashes the baby pink highlighter you gifted him a few weeks ago. “This one is much better.” Wonwoo just nods looking down at the two pens in his hand before glancing back at the pile.

“Do you mind if I borrow one more?” He questions and you nods quickly motioning for him to take whatever he wants.

“You can keep them - I have a spare pack at home.” You note, cringing slightly as your ex boyfriends words ring through your head.

‘What kind of idiot spends all their money on stationary.’ He used to hiss as he found the plastic bag filled with new pens tucked under some clothes in the closet.

“Thank you.” Wonwoo says softly as he picks up a peachy orange highlighter tucking the two cool coloured pens into his small pencil case, the orange one gripped tightly in his hand.

The days became routine for the three of you.

You’d meet the two friends at the campus cafe twenty minutes before class everyday, the two of them usually saving you a seat on one of the benches, coffee cup already on the table waiting for you.

Usually you and Seokmin would walk in front, arms linked together tightly and you gossip about the recent celebrity news, leaving Wonwoo to follow behind watching the two of you. But recently Wonwoo couldn’t help but widen his strides, falling into step besides you as he sandwiched you in between the two of them.

He wanted to listen to your opinions on the gossip, and for some reason found himself dropping his gaze every time you glanced over to him. He could feel the shiver running down his spine, when you laugh your eyes flicking to the both of them to make sure they were laughing too.

Usually Wonwoo wasn’t but sometimes anyone could see the small, shy grin spreading on his lips.

Seokmin always noticed.

Shooting a knowing grin at his friend.

“So, we’re a trio now.” Seokmin says one afternoon, you had a meeting with the volunteering committee for a position as the TA in the freshmen literature classes, so you were late to meet them at the usual cafe. Seokmin glances at the empty seat in between himself and his friend, your iced chocolate sitting on the table in front of the chair.

“I guess.” Wonwoo says.

“She pretty great, isn’t she?” Seokmin pries, he wants to see where his friends head was at, but Seokmin knew a crush when he saw one.

“I guess.” Wonwoo repeats, but the soft blush raising up the back of his neck said enough. Seokmin just smiled at his friend knowingly. The two of them glanced up as you rushed into the cafe, apologising for being so late, you didn’t think the interview would go so long.

Seokmin recognised the brightness that glistened in Wonwoo’s eyes as you walked into the cafe.

He recognised the heaviness that lifted off his friends shoulders when you waved hello at them.

He recognised the way Wonwoo watched you.

It was the same way he watched you.

“It’s fine, Wonwoo and I were just having a chat about some very important things.” Seokmin teased, Wonwoo’s neck deepening in colour, you raised you eyebrow expectantly at Seokmin, expecting him to catch you up on the important thing. “Don’t worry, it was just about one of our roommates Mingyu, nothing for you to worry about.” Seokmin adds, watching as Wonwoo turns away from the two of you grabbing his bag and trudging his way out of the cafe.

“What wrong with him today?” You ask and your friend just shrugs, handing you your half melted drink, his hand reaching out for your own as you follow behind your rushed friend.

It was flu season.

Seokmin has texted you earlier in the morning to let you know he wouldn’t be going to class today. His roommate Mingyu has been spreading the flu around and unfortunately Seokmin had managed to catch it.

‘Wonwoo is still going to class - he’ll meet you at the cafe after picking up some cold and flu meds for me and gyu.’ Seokmin had messaged and you replied with a thumbs up. You order yours and Wonwoo’s normal drinks, asking for two blueberry muffins as well, taking a seat at the table in the corner, your note books already sprawled across the surface.

You can’t help the way your head lifts every time the door opens with a jingle, waiting for your distant friend to walk through the door. This time your gaze freezes as a broad shouldered man walks into the cafe, chuckling with the man following closely behind him.

“Fuck.” You hiss as you make quick swipes on your phone.

PEACHES🍑: SOS!!

Your text is quickly seen by both of the members of your group chat. Seokmin sending question marks in return, your fingers starting to type on the screen as your ringtone sounds in your AirPods.

‘WONU 🐱 IS CALLING’ You quickly swipe to answer the call, not knowing what to say as you keep your eyes pinned on your ex boyfriend ordering at the counter.

“What’s going on?” Wonwoo’s voice rings through your earphones, your breathing becoming more rapid as you avert your gaze from your ex. “Are you okay?” He asks again his voice soft, but sounding panicked as you glance up again.

“Seungcheol is here.” You manage to whisper, trying to hide your face as you see your ex glance around the cafe, looking for somewhere to sit. You make the mistake of glancing up his eyes meeting yours as they light up with recognition. “He’s coming over here, Wonwoo what do I do?” You panic, Wonwoo swearing under his breath as you hear some shuffling on the other end.

“Look I’ll be right there, pack up your stuff and meet me outside.” He says quickly as you nod to yourself, before hearing the phone hang up.

You jump in surprise as you feel the cold hand pull one of your AirPods out of your ear. You glance up at the man standing besides your table.

You wish it was Wonwoo standing there.

“Seungcheol?” You question as you pull out your other AirPod, your pen dropping to the table as you look at your ex-boyfriend in mock surprise. He shoots you a crooked grin, dropping your earphone on the table, before tucking his hands in his pockets.

“I still your still obsessed with those silly little pens.” He comments, his gaze flicking down at the ballpoint pen sitting on your notebook, the small butterfly adorning the top of the pen. Your own gaze flicks down at the pen before back at the large man in front of you.

Seokmin has bought you this pen.

“What are you doing here?” You question, Seungcheol scoffing in response.

“I go to school here.” He says as if it was obvious.

“No, I mean right here, standing next to me.” You respond, your hands shaking softly as you reach for the pen he had just made fun of, needing something to keep you grounded as you ex rolls his eyes. “You said you’d leave me alone.” You whisper, glancing around the cafe hoping someone would notice the discomfort in your posture.

“I just wanted to talk.” He begins, trying to pull out the chair in front of you, wanting to take a seat at your table. Your eyes widen in panic, you know how Seungcheol’s talks usually went, and you didn’t want to be involved in one today. Your eyes glance around the cafe, desperately searching for your friend.

Seungcheol moves to sit down as you stand frozen at your table, trying to will your body into moving away from him, to do what Wonwoo said and pack up your stuff.

But you can’t.

The chair is ripped out from behind Seungcheol, the man managing to catch himself before he falls to the ground, his head whipping to glance behind him in surprise ready to scold whoever was interfering, his gaze pausing and slowly trailing up as he meets Wonwoo’s glare.

“This is my seat.” Wonwoo grumbles, pushing the chair further away from your ex, his body squeezing in between your small table and the surprised imposer. Seungcheol glances between the taller man and your slightly trembling body.

“I see what this is.” Seungcheol starts, glaring at you before letting out a disbelieving scoff. “I thought you’d want to sort things out but I guess you have other plans now.” He continues, looking up at Wonwoo one last time before taking a step back.

You can see Wonwoo’s step to the side, hiding you from view as your ex tries to get you to make contact with him.

“Just go.” Wonwoo hisses out, the man’s eyebrows raising in surprise at the firm turn, trying to glance over the larger man’s shoulder before taking a step back, throwing his hand up in defeat.

You let out a soft breath as he walks away, trying to talk yourself through your calming motions before letting out a harsh sigh, shoving your pens into your pencil case and trying to shove everything into your bag as quickly as possible.

“I have to go.” You say quickly to Wonwoo, not turning to look at him, as you zip your backpack closed, trying to hide the slight tremble in your hands, as you swing your bag over your shoulder.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything? ” Wonwoo asks softly, his hand lightly gripping your wrist as you try to squeeze past him, your body stopping as his eyes glance over you quickly.

“Seokmin told me a little bit about him.” Wonwoo continues, his gaze watching you carefully, almost like he was waiting for you to burst out in tears.

You wanted to.

“Seokmin said and I quote ‘if we see him it’s on sight’.” Wonwoo adds, a smile gently raising on his lips as one lifts on yours, a tear dropping off your waterline. Wonwoo sighs softly, lifting his hand to wipe the tear off your cheeks gently, his thumb stroking softly against the skin before dropping it back to his side.

“Don’t let him get to you, he’s just mad that he lost someone as special as you are.” Wonwoo mumbles, checking you over once more before grabbing your drinks from the table, ushering you outside the busy cafe.

The two of you walk together in silence, your breathing settling as the cold autumn air strokes your face, soothing your burning cheeks.

“Maybe you should call Seokmin later, he’d be better at this than I am.” Wonwoo mentions, his body sticking close to yours as you nod softly, continuing to take long slow breaths.

“Thank you for coming.” You mumble back, the rest of your walk to your designated classroom passing in silence, Wonwoo scolding himself for his lack of social skills, wanting nothing more than to find the right words to comfort you.

It has been three days without the third in your trio. Wonwoo had mentioned that Seokmin went to the doctors and was told he had a chest infection and wouldn’t be returning for the rest of the week.

“Does he need anything? I have the afternoon off, I can bring him some soup, or vitamins or new socks.” You ask Wonwoo, the man looking at you with a raised eyebrow at your last suggestion, letting out a soft chuckle as you shake your head.

“Never mind.” You huff, turning away from the tall man.

“Actually, I have a shift this afternoon and was going to pick up some groceries for min and min, maybe you could grab them for me?” Wonwoo says quickly, your body spinning to face him with excitement.

“Anything to help.” Wonwoo smiles, and rifles through his backpack, pulling out a set of keys and his wallet.

“Use this card to pay, I’ll text you a list of things they need, feel free to buy yourself a snack or something too.” Wonwoo starts, before handing you his keys. “These should let you into the main building - the code for the door is zero-zero-zero-one, apartment seventeen.” He adds, and you nod, mouthing the words a few times so they stick in your memory.

“Thank for this, it was stressing me out a little trying to juggle everything.” Wonwoo mumbles, his hand patting your hair lightly. You nod slowly, waving goodbye as he hurries off to his work in the administrations office.

Your phone buzzes shortly after, a small list of groceries popping up on your screen. ‘Thanks again. If I don’t see you tonight, I’ll meet you in our spot tomorrow.’ Wonwoo’s message said, your face burning a little at the thought.

Our spot.

You knew the three boys lived in a student housing apartment just off campus, the rent prices slightly discounted to help the broke students. The three had managed to snag the apartment together when Mingyu took over the lease from an older friend.

You shuffle the bags in your hand around, to pull the set of keys wonwoo gave you out of your pocket, flashing the small black tag against the scanner, the door swinging open with a buzz. You let out a short groan at the sight of the stairs in front of you, the elevator having a large ‘out of order’ sign plastered over the front.

You shuffle the bags again until the weight distributed more comfortably, making the trek up the stairs

The forty seven stairs.

You counted.

zero-zero-zero-one, your repeated the numbers till you got to the door, the number “17” in silver beside the door. You slowly punched the numbers into the door, with your thumb, sighing in relief as the door beeped, the knob turning as you pushed it open.

“Thank god.” You groaned as you dropped the bag by the front door, sliding your shoes off in the entryway, turning around the quietly close the door behind you.

“Wonwoo?” An unfamiliar voice calls from down the hall, you freeze, hearing the heavy footsteps walking down towards you.

“Wonwoo asked me to bring you guys some groceries.” You spit out quickly as the large man comes into view.

You had seen photos of Mingyu on the boys instagram. Though they didn’t really do him justice.

The man was huge, much taller than your two friends, his biceps probably the size of your head. He watches you pick up the groceries bags with a soft smile of amusement, before rushing forwards to grab the heaviest off the floor.

“I’ll show you to the kitchen, you can just dump them on the floor.” Mingyu says, his voice was clearly affected by his cold, the words coming out raspy and soft. You can hear Mingyu let out a crackling cough as you reach the kitchen, the man turning to you with wide eyes.

“It’s not covid, I swear.” He puts his hands up in defence and you laugh.

“Good to know.” You respond, before glancing down the hallway to where the bedrooms appeared to be. “Is the other min here?” You question.

“Yeah, in his room.” Mingyu says, slapping your hands away as you try to unpack the groceries. “I can do that, you should check on him, he’s been a sad sack all week stuck in bed.” He adds, and his smile grows when you nod, moving towards one particular bag, pulling out two bottles of hand squeezed juice.

“You should drink this, my mum always said fresh lemonade helped clear the throat.” You say as you hand mingyu a bottle of the juice, giving him a smile as he mumbles a thanks, taking a sip of the sweet and sour liquid.

“I feel better already.” Mingyu jokes, ushering you down the hallway. “Second door on the left.” He shouts after you, and you throw up an okay sign to show you heard him.

Your feet shuffle down the hallway, the sound of a TV echoing under the closed door with a bright yellow sunflower poster taped to the door.

"Fitting." You mumble.

You lift your hand and knock lightly, the other hand gripping the juice bottle. You hear your best friends hoarse voice respond, your hand turning the door knob, squeezing your way into the room, trying to avoid letting too much light into the very dark room.

“Min?” You question in the dark room, you hear shuffling before the lamp light switches on, a sweaty, shirtless Seokmin sitting up on the bed. “Oh, I didn’t mean to take you by surprise.” You say quickly, moving to exit the room.

“Peach?” He questions, your gaze snapping back towards him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he slumps back against the headboard.

“You look really bad, min.” You note, taking a step forwards until you can place your hand gently on his forehead. “You have a fever.” You note again, Seokmin just leaning into the touch of your cold hand. The sweat glistening over his body seems to make more sense now at the burning fever on the boys skin.

“Why are you here?” Seokmin questions, his eyes closing for a minute, enjoying the soft way you push the sweaty hair off his forehead, enjoying the way you dote on him.

“Wonwoo asked me to get you guys some groceries while he’s at work. He said you were sick but he didn’t say you were this sick.” You sigh, stepping away from Seokmin, the man letting out an upset whine at loosing your touch on his burning skin.

“I’m going to get you a cold face washer, drink this.” You say, handing him the cold lemonade, the man letting out a grateful groan as the liquid touches his tongue. You swing open his bedroom door, rushing down the hallway to Mingyu still unpacking the groceries.

“Do you guys have any aloe vera?” You question, Mingyu nodding quickly, pulling the cooling cream out of the fridge. “Wheres the bathroom?” You ask and Mingyu directs you to the first door on the right, explaining where everything is.

“What about you?” You question, not wasting time in standing on your tippy toes, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. “Good, no fever.” You hum, pulling your hand away from the large man who watches you in surprise.

“Have you been taking cold and flu?” Mingyu nods quickly.

“Keeping yourself hydrated?” Mingyu nods again.

“Good, now go sit in the sun and get some vitamin D, no wonder you’re all so sick, this house is like a dungeon.” You scold, Mingyu mocking a salute with a wide grin before going to open the curtains in the lounge room, plopping himself on the floor in front of the window.

You grab the face washer from under the sink, soaking it in cold water, before wringing it out and bringing it and the aloe vera cream into Seokmin’s bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“I’m gonna open the curtains just a little to let some light in.” You warn the boy, who is lying on the bed, his arm draped over his eyes. He just nods, too tired to put up any fight, he can feel the sun enter the room. You glance at his bedside table, the empty bottle on lemonade thrown on the top.

You glance over the man and his bedroom, a face washer wasn’t going to do the trick. “When was the last time you showered?” You question softly, dabbing at the sides of his face with the cold fabric, a small shudder running through his body at the sensation.

“A few days ago, it’s too hard to stand up for that long.” He says quietly, he can’t help the way the red on his neck spreads like wildfire, the embarrassment hitting him hard.

He’s sitting in front of the most beautiful person in the world, sweaty, shirtless, stinky and probably dying.

How could he not be embarrassed.

“What about a bath?” You question, remembering the porcelain tub in the bathroom, “You wouldn’t have to stand, but you’d be able to feel cleaner?” Seokmin just nods, whining again as you spring off the bed to start running the lukewarm water into the tub, adding the eucalyptus bath salts that sit in one of the cupboards.

You manage to recruit the overgrown puppy down the hall into helping his friend into the bathroom and the bath tub - Seokmin was slowly gaining some colour in his face, his eyes following you around as you pull out a fresh towel, sitting it on the toilet besides the tub, averting your eyes as Mingyu helps a clothe-less Seokmin into the cool water, the man letting out a relieved groan.

“Oh, that feels nice.” Seokmin says in delight as he lets his body sink into the water, dunking his head under to scrub at his dirty hair. Once he sits comfortably in the water, bubbles up to his chin, you turn to face him, dropping to your knees besides the tub, your eyes settling on his face, a worried expression tainting your features.

“I’m okay.” Seokmin whispers, and you shake your head.

“No, you’re not and I’m a little mad you didn’t tell me how sick you where.” You huff, your expression melting away as Seokmin lets out a rough laugh, his hand lifting out of the water to wipe at the crease between your eyebrows.

“I like you when you’re cranky. It’s a cute look.” He teases, and you huff again, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, it would’ve been nice to have you helping me out.” Seokmin says softly, his fingers trailing down to caress the soft skin on your cheek.

He’s not sure what happening, maybe it’s the antibiotics, they’ve made him delirious.

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s missed you so much, that he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“You’re a much better nurse than Wonwoo.” Seokmin teases, his hand pulling away from your face, your expression surprised as he slips it back into the water, “He kept telling me to suck it up.” He adds and you roll your eyes.

That sound like Wonwoo. He’ll be getting an earful when he gets home later.

“Just clean yourself up - I’ll go change your sheets, and throw out all those dirty tissues.” You tease him back, giving him a gentle smile before lifting yourself off the floor, striding out of the bathroom, and back into his bedroom, stripping the bed of the dirty linen, managing to find some clean ones in his closet.

Within half an hour you manage to have Seokmin’s room looking cleaner, his sheets are fresh on his bed, a small candle that you stole from the lounge room burning in the corner of the room, the curtains open just enough to add some light to the room, but closed enough to not hurt Seokmin’s eyes.

Mingyu help his friend out of the bathtub, letting him dry himself and pull on his clean sweatpants before following him slowly back into the bedroom, the smile on Seokmin’s as bright as the sun outside as he looks over your efforts in his room.

“I’m going to go order some of the chicken soup from down the road, I’ll message you when it gets here.” Mingyu says quickly, patting his friend on the shoulder before exiting the bedroom, leaving the two of you alone.

“You’ve done a lot.” Seokmin says quietly, closing his bedroom door behind himself as he shuffles into the room.

“My mum always said that a clean space is good for healing.” You mention, your hands balled at your sides as you try not to look at your friends bare chest, your eyes locked with his.

“Your mum seems to say a lot of things.” He coos, stepping forwards again until he hovers in front of you.

“Are you dissing my mum?” You question with a pout, Seokmin shaking his head quickly with a quiet laugh. You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes.

“Not at all. I think she says some very wise things.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Thank you, peach.” Seokmin’s voice drops, his fingers grazing against the skin on your arms.

“What for?” You question.

“Everything. For being my friend. For helping me in class. For taking care of me while I’m sick.” He says softly, his hand stopping underneath your jaw, his thumb tracing gentle lines against your cheek.

“I care about you, Min.” You say softly.

Seokmin nods, he knows what that means.

His brows pinch as he tries to shake away a thought that can’t stop lingering in the back of his head, a thought to try again, to cross the boundary.

“I really want to kiss you.” He whispers, his face bending down to meet your slowly, his movements stopping as his forehead presses against yours, you wait, expecting him to close the distance, to kiss you.

He doesn’t.

He can’t do it.

“Rest with me for a while?” He asks, pulling away from you, he slides onto his bed, feeling the luxury of being clean in his clean sheets.

He owes you big time.

“Okay.” You say, sliding onto the bed besides him, the man throwing his covers over the two of you. He shuffles on the mattress, waiting till your settled comfortably against the pillows before slipping further down the mattress, tentatively placing his head on your chest, letting out a content sigh as one of your arms wraps around him, fiddling with the hair at the top of his neck.

“Can you trace on my back?” He asks cautiously, he knows he might be pushing a boundary.

He knows how his friend feels about you.

He knows that once his medication wares off he might regret how forwards he’s being, but for now he just wants you.

He needs you.

He needs you to touch him.

He needs you to comfort him.

He wishes he did kiss you.

But he doesn’t want to make you sick.

The room is dark when you wake up - Seokmin’s TV still playing the true crime documentary, the boy pressed tightly against your body, one of your hands pressed against his bare back. You lift your free hand and press it to his forehead glad that his temperature seems to be settling. You let out a long sigh as you hear the front door open and close in the distance, deep whispers coming through the cracks under the door.

You glance down at the sleeping man before pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Ill be right back.” You promise as you pull his arms from around you, sliding off the bed, Seokmin letting out a long whine before rolling over and cuddling himself against his pillows.

You manage to slip out of the room without waking the sick man, closing the door lightly before stomping down the hallway, smacking Wonwoo’s arm as soon as you get close enough. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You hiss, Wonwoo in shock at you standing in front of him. He glances to his larger friend for help but Mingyu just shrugs throwing his hands up in surrender.

“She has a point, he looked like a dead man.” Mingyu huffs, trying his best to stroll out of the room before he gets caught in Wonwoo’s fate. Wonwoo sighs and glances back at you, his expression timid, apologetic instead of its usual flat line.

“He didn’t want you to worry.” He begins to explain, faltering when you cross your arms against your chest, raising one eyebrow. “Neither of us wanted you to worry. I’ve been taking him to the doctor and making sure he’s had his medication but I’m not good with the hands on stuff.” Wonwoo sighs, his head shooting to look over his shoulder to glance at Seokmin’s closed door.

“Is he really that sick? Should we take him to the hospital?” He questions quietly and you shake your head.

“He’s okay, he just needed a little TLC.” You explain, moving to the fridge in the corner of the kitchen pulling out the third bottle of lemonade handing it to the tall man. “You need to drink this though, can’t have the only carer here getting sick.” You say softly, Wonwoo shoots you a sheepish grin, downing the drink in a few gulps before chucking the empty bottle in the recycling bin. He pauses for a second, looking over to Seokmin's still closed door and back to you.

“Are you leaving?” Wonwoo asks quietly as you reach into the fridge and hand him the container of left over soup, asking for him to put in in some bowls and warm it up.

“No, I think I’ll stay the night, I want to check him every few hours.” You answer, leaning against the counter as Wonwoo tips small amounts of soup into four bowls before placing each into the microwave one by one until they’re all warm. “If his antibiotics don’t start working he’ll need IV ones.” You explain, Wonwoo just nodding slowly.

“I’ll set up the couch for you then.” Wonwoo speaks softly, handing you one of the bowls with a spoon knowing what you were going to do next. He nods at you before walking over to the linen cupboard by the front door pulling out some spare blankets and pillows.

You watch him set up for a bit longer before walking back down the hall with the soup in hand, a water bottle tucked under one of your arms. You swing the door open surprised to see Seokmin sitting up against his headboard watching the TV intently.

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be awake yet.” You say quickly shutting the door behind you, placing the bowl of hot soup on the night stand, moving to hand the water to him. He had pulled on a T-shirt in the time you’d been in the kitchen, his skin still having a light sheen to it.

“I just woke up.” Seokmin answers, glancing over you and then back to the door. “Are you leaving?” He asks, his expression mirroring Wonwoo’s only two minutes earlier. You just shake your head, perching on the side of his bed, waiting for him to take a big gulp of the water.

“I’m really worried about you, min.” You speak after a break of silence, the two of you just watching each other. His expression softens quickly, the man scooting down the mattress to sit in front of you, his hands reach out for yours, his skin still warm to touch.

“I really am okay, it’s just a chest infection.” He says and you scoff, glaring up at him before glancing back down to your joined hands.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” You ask, Seokmin glancing at you in surprise. Theres a pregnant pause, neither of you moving an inch before Seokmin nods his head.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to make you sick.”

“It’s just a chest infection though.” The corners of your lips lift as you repeat the phrase in a teasing tone, Seokmin rolling his eyes before releasing your hands, his own lifting to sit on the underside of your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him.

“Do you want me to?” His gaze flickers again, down to your lips and then back to your eyes, your teeth catching your lip, your shoulders shrugging slowly.

“I think so.” You respond, your voice no more than an exhaled breath as Seokmin leans forwards, your lips just barely touch, but as he feels your own part he presses down harder. You feel Seokmin’s body relax as you reciprocate, your lips locking together only breaking apart to take quick breaths, his hands falling from your jaw to grip your hips, his body shifting slowly.

Seokmin’s lips leave yours for no more than ten seconds, his hands tugging your body onto his lap, your legs straddling him as he shoots you a grin, before leaning up to catch your lips again. Your body melts against him your hands rake up his arms, Seokmin letting out a small shiver as they tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You’re both starved for each other, taking the time to melt your bodies together as Seokmin lies back on the mattress pulling you down with him, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the plush flesh of your thighs.

“I don’t want to push you.” His voice is rough as he pulls away from you, his lips red and swollen, despite a light sheen of sweat on his forehead his eyes are bright, void of any signs of sickness.

“If anything I think I’m the one pushing you.” You say quietly, sitting up straight on his pelvis, your hands bracing against his abdomen as you look down at him. Seokmin’s hand reaches out the brush a loose hair behind your ear, his eyes searching every inch of your face.

A knock at the door pulls your attention from him, your gaze shoots over to the closed door Seokmin’s expression falling.

“I’ve set up the couch for you, I’m just gonna be in my room.” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through the sounds of harsh breathing, your gaze shooting back to the man beneath you, guilt slicing through your expression.

“You’re still sick.” You mumble, your arms falling limp at your sides. Seokmin shakes his head quickly, sitting up holding you steady on top of him, his eyes pleading with you. Seokmin can feel the desperation rising in him.

Why did his friend have to be such a cock block?

Why did you have to hesitate?

“You should be resting.” You remind yourself.

“This is the best I’ve felt in days.” He mumbles under his breath, his hand soothing up and down your sides, slipping under your shirt. “Please don’t go.” He pleads.

He watches as you grimace a little your fingers reaching up to push his hair away from his eyes, fighting a battle with yourself.

He watches as you slip off his lap, taking his hands off your sides, giving them a tight squeeze before releasing them.

“Eat your soup, I’ll come check on you in a few hours.” You whisper, leaning forwards to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Seokmin just keeps watching as you leave the room, closing the door gently behind yourself.

You pause outside Seokmin’s room, leaning against the wall as you try to calm yourself.

What the hell are you doing?

Your alarm goes off twice through the night, you poke your head into Seokmin’s bedroom before tiptoeing into the room, pressing your hand gently to his forehead. His fever has almost resolved, he still a little warm to the touch but seems much more comfortable then when you had arrived earlier.

Mingyu is fast asleep when you squeak open the door to his room, a YouTube video playing on his phone besides his head. You tip toe into the room, locking the device and plugging it into the charger before pressing the back of your hand against his forehead.

Might as well take care of all of them while you’re here.

His forehead is cool to the touch, the large man letting out a hoarse cough as you move to make your way back out of the room. You make a mental note to give him a lozenge next time he’s awake.

You leave the room as quietly as you entered, opening the next bedroom door, poking your head in to see Wonwoo perched on the edge of his bed, fresh in pyjamas his hair wet from his shower.

“How’re you feeling?” You question as you swing the door open a little further, not brave enough to step into the boundary of the room.

“Good.” Wonwoo says his eyes lifting off his phone glancing at you before he locks the device placing it besides him on the bed. He watches as you glance around his room, taking in the floating shelves above his bed, overflowing with different kinds of fiction, your eyes glancing quickly at the beyond dead plant in the corner of his room before stopping back on him.

“You should be asleep.” You comment, your eyes glancing to the clock besides his bed - the time reading ‘3:45am’. Wonwoo just shrugs, his brain not able to think of anything to say to you as you linger in his doorway.

“Thank you.” He finally mumbles out, his words sounding forced as he tries to put a smile on his face.

God, he’s so fucking awkward.

You smile back at him, nodding your head as you accept his words. You take your chance, stepping into the bedroom, your hand reaching out for the closest book to you, plucking it off the shelves.

Wonwoo can feel his chest tighten as you read the back of the paperback, flicking through the pages stopping to read the random annotations he had written into the margins. “Do you mind if I borrow this?” You question motioning down to the book in your hands.

Wonwoo nods without hesitation. “Anything that’s mine is yours.” He says quickly before grimacing. Your eyebrow quirks as you glance down at him, still frozen at the end of the bed.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re being weird.” You comment. He can see the confused concern in your eyes, his head nodding quickly as he clears his throat standing from his spot.

“I was wondering if you might want to go somewhere with me tomorrow?” Wonwoo asks, his hand reaching behind his head to scratch at the back of his neck. You falter, your eyes widening quickly as you avert your gaze to the book in your hand.

“I just saw that new book store a few minutes away from the campus has opened, and thought maybe you’d want to check it out.” He adds quickly, he waited for a few moments his hand dropping from his neck, his mouth opening to speak pausing as you nod your head.

“I’d love to.” You exclaim lifting your head to shoot him a smile, “I have been really excited for that place to open.”

“I know.” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath, smiling back at you before glancing over to his bedside table. “We should probably leave around ten? Maybe grab some brunch while we’re out?” You nod quickly, shuffling back to his bedroom door.

“Goodnight, Woo.” He can feel his heart skip at the nickname.

“Night.” He responds.

You fold the blankets placing them on top of the fold out couch, watching Wonwoo potter around the house getting ready to leave. You had managed to sleep until nine after falling back asleep, only waking to Mingyu crashing around in the kitchen, making a fresh coffee pot for the apartment.

He had apologised for waking you but you were quick to wave him off. “I actually forgot to set an alarm so you saved me an embarrassing wake up” you had chuckled at him as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Mingyu was certainly sounding better that morning his rough cough almost gone, you had managed to convince him to take one more day of cold’n’flu just in case.

“Wonwoo, maybe I should just meet you there?” You called down the hallway, stepping out from tidying the lounge, grabbing your purse off the floor. “I need to have a shower and get changed it might save some time.” You hear his footsteps stop for a moment, before they quicken the man rushing out of his bedroom, checking his pockets.

“I’ll drive you back to your place and then we can drive to campus.” Wonwoo says, pulling his car keys from his back pocket leaving no room for debate as he walks to the front door.

“Ready to go?” He asks and you nod, moving towards the front door.

“It was nice to officially meet you, Mingyu.” You call to the large man in the kitchen. “Hopefully you’re not as sick next time we hang out.” The said man pokes his head around the corner giving you a wide smile and short wave as Wonwoo leads you out of the apartment.

The drive to your apartment is almost silent bar the soft hum of the radio and the occasional interruption from the navigation on Wonwoo’s phone. He pulls his car into your designated spot following you hesitantly up the stairs to your one bedroom apartment.

“Hey.” You coo as you swing open your front door, the fluffy tailed silver tabby swishing at your feet as you shuffle carefully into the apartment.

“You have a cat?” Wonwoo questions as he closes your front door bending down the scratch the head of the friendly feline.

“He’s my sisters, just crashing with me while she’s out of town.” You explain, shrugging off your purse and coat hanging them over the desk chair in the corner of the room. “His name is bud, if you were wondering.” You add quickly.

Wonwoo nods, a beaming smile on his face as the cat rolls onto its back, opening its posture for Wonwoo to rub his belly. “Hi, bud.” He mumbles quietly, the smile not leaving his face as you move around your apartment, pulling some clothes out of your wardrobe, placing them on your bed.

“Make yourself at home, I’m just going to rinse off quickly.” Wonwoo nods watching as you close the door to your bedroom, the sound of the shower turning on making him stand from his spot on the ground.

He takes a moment to glance around your apartment, the four bookshelves lining the walls brings a soft grin to his face, his hand reaching out to pull one of the more worn in books off the shelf.

“What a weirdo.” He chuckles to himself as he flicks through the book, laughing softly as the emoji’s your had drawn in the margins, not to mention the copious amount of the word ‘slay’ every time the main character does something to stand up for herself.

Wonwoo places the book back on the shelf, before pulling out another the same pastel coloured tabs lining the edges, your words in this book written in a hot pink glitter pen. Wonwoo sits on your couch this time, taking a moment to flip through every page just looking for the scribbles in the book.

It’s endearing.

Wonwoo jumps a little when your bedroom door swings open, dropping the book on the cushion besides him as he looks up at you.

“Would you mind helping me zip?” You question as you turn your back towards him, exposing the white band of your bralette. He swallows hard, stepping up his fingers grazing your back as he lightly tugs on the zipper.

It takes bit of adjusting, his fingers trailing over your shoulder as he moves your hair out of the way to pull the zip the last little way up.

He can see the goosebumps raising on your skin as you step away from him, looking up to meet his eyes once before shuffling back into your bed room. Wonwoo sighs, glancing down to the cat sitting besides the couch.

“Don’t judge me.” He grumbles at the feline, his body tensing again as your step out of your room. The black floral dress sat at mid thigh, the bodice covered now by a white crop knit sweater your hands digging through a tote bag as you ensure you have everything you need.

Wonwoo’s eyes trail down a little taking in the thin stocking covering your previously bare legs, a pair of white high top converses over the top.

“You look pretty.” The words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them - Wonwoo having to force himself to not bring his hand over his mouth.

“Thank you.” He can see the slight pink rising on your cheeks, averting his gaze as he fans his face a little, grabbing the book off the couch to place it back on your shelves. You bid farewell to the cat, checking his automatic feeder has been topped up with food before leading Wonwoo back to the car.

The two of you slide into your seats as your phone dings loudly. Wonwoo glances at you quickly before turning his focus back on pulling the car out of the parking space, watching in his peripherals as you pull your phone out of the tote bag.

MINMIN 😷: where’d you go?

PEACHES 🍑: heading out with woo - going to that new bookstore.

MINMIN 😷: without me? I’m hurt.

PEACHES🍑: invitation only, sorry.

PEACHES🍑: how are you feeling now?

Wonwoo glances over as he pulls out of the garage, frowning at the soft smile on your face, watching you text furiously on your phone.

MINMIN😷: feeling good - all thanks to you ♥️.

PEACHES🍑: I’m glad - make sure to take your meds, otherwise nurse Wonwoo will have to take over the case.

You let out a soft snort at the exaggerated pleading emoji’s seokmin sends - clearing your throat as you glance to the driver, his hands tight on the steering wheel his eyes focused on the road in front of you.

“Sorry, just checking in with Seokmin.” You say quickly locking your phone and sliding it back into your bag, clasping your hands over your tummy.

“How is he?” Wonwoo asks, and you just shrug.

“Said he’s feeling better, I told him if he doesn’t take better care of himself you’ll have to take over for me.” You joke, Wonwoo huffing out a laugh as he shakes his head, pulling into the parking lot of your schools campus.

The two of you make casual conversation as you make your way over to the new bookstore - the balloons from the opening still hanging up with the banner over the front door, Wonwoo’s hand light on the small of your back as he guides you out of the way of exiting shoppers.

“Wow, this place is huge.” You exclaim, as the two of you pause in the entry way taking in the two story bookstore, the bottom floor holding a large coffee shop with a cluster of tables and couches the stairs leading up to the rows of bookshelves, already bustling with college students.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” Wonwoo asks sticking close to your back as he steps out of the way of more people, his hands sitting on your upper arms as he bends down so you can hear him easier.

“I just wanted to browse - I do need a copy of that Fredrik Backman book for the movie adaptation assignment.” You respond, glancing over your shoulder to make eye contact with him. Wonwoo straightens his posture glancing around at the people around you two unsure where to start.

“Let’s just wander.” You say quietly, moving out of his grasp much to his disappointment, his eyes flashing in surprise as you reach up to slide your hand in his, pulling him behind you as you move through the groups of students to make your way up the stairs.

Wonwoo follows you blindly his broad shoulders stopping people from crashing into the two of you as you reach the top of the stairs - the second level was far less busy then the cafe down below - Wonwoo can feel your hand loosening in his for a moment, fight or flight kicking in as his fingers tightening around yours, not letting you release him as he pulls you over to the thriller section.

He takes his time reading the synopsis of multiple books before placing them back on the shelf, his hand holding yours besides him as he pretends not to notice the way you look down at his hand curled around yours before glancing up at his face.

“Oh, I have that one, you can just borrow it if you like.” You say as he looks over a book, seeming to be interested in it. “I mean if you don’t mind some annotations, and I know some people prefer to collect the books they read but I just thought I’d offer in case you wanted to sav—”

“I want to borrow it from you.” Wonwoo cuts you off, sliding the book back into the empty space on the shelf, turning his body towards you. “Where to next?” He questions you, his hand shifting in yours releasing you for just a moment, to lace his fingers with yours giving your hand a tight squeeze.

“Fantasy?” You say hesitantly, still frozen as Wonwoo starts making his way through the rows of books following the large signs pointing to the section he was looking for. Your body follows behind his willingly, eyes trained on your connected hands in surprise.

You gaze finally flickers away as you run straight into Wonwoo’s back, Wonwoo’s arm keeping you behind him as he stares down the man standing between the shelves of books.

“Josh.” Wonwoo addresses the man with a sharp look, the name of the man making you step out besides Wonwoo, your hand still clasping his as you glance over the intruder.

“Joshua? Since when do you read?” You question quietly, the man’s head perking up from the book he was looking at, his eyes catching yours as he moves to take a step forwards, Wonwoo holding you steady as he moves the two of you a step back.

The second man freezes his brows furrowed as he considers you. “It’s good to see you too, princess.” Joshua says softly, his smile kind as he looks over you.

“Don’t call her that.” Wonwoo hisses, you hand squeezing in his as you glance up at him reassuringly before stepping away from him, letting go of his hand to step into a hug with your old friend.

Joshua holds you tightly as you give him a quick squeeze, letting you go to look down at your face, taking a moment to tuck your hair behind your ear. “You look good, kid.” He whispers in your ear, pulling a soft chuckle out of you.

You step away from your friend, immediately reaching out to slide your palm back against Wonwoo’s as you chatter away with Joshua. Wonwoo can feel himself relax a little at your hand being back in his, your thumb rubbing soft circles into the top of his hand.

Wonwoo had been made aware of your history with the group of senior students, your past relationship with Seungcheol being a big stressor for you, Seokmin had gotten the story from you first hand, including the way you had happened to find comfort in your ex’s best friend, Joshua.

“So are you two dating or something?” Joshua asks, motioning down to your linked hands, his gaze teasing. You move to debate his question, barely getting a chance to speak before Wonwoo cuts in.

“We are.” His voice is deep, but steady, his gaze still considering your friend with doubt. Your face crinkles in confusion, Joshua’s smile growing as he glances between the two of you.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest.” Josh continues to tease, noticing the small movements the two of you make, the way Wonwoo’s free hand clenches every time Joshuas gaze flicks over to you. “I better head off, I’m meeting Jeonghan for lunch.” Joshua adds quickly, smiling at you one last time before sending you a quick wink and making his exit out of the book store.

The two of you stand silent for a moment, before Wonwoo quickly moves his attention back to the books, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration his hand finally letting go of yours much to your own disappointment, your face falling as you look down at your now empty hand. Your arms are limp at your sides as you step further away from him, confused as to what had happened in the span of one morning, Your thoughts filling your head quickly as you make your way to the staircase, quickly weaving through the cafe to step outside into the cold air.

You pause outside, leaning against the wall next to the front door, running your hands through your hair pulling your phone out of your tote bag looking down at the collection of messages.

MINMIN 😷: I think we should talk about yesterday.

MINMIN😷: you’re not mad at me are you?

MINMIN😷: please don’t tell me you regret it?

MINMIN😷: I don’t, not even for a second, please just call me later so we can talk.

You quickly type a response back, feeling bad that you had been ignoring the soft vibrations of your phone, hoping seokmin wasn’t overthinking things too much.

PEACHES🍑: I’ll call you when I get home, still at the bookstore just got distracted.

Seokmin’s response is quick, clear to you that he had probably been waiting for you to reply since sending his messages.

MINMIN😷: I expect nothing less.

The door to the shop opens quickly, the bell jingling above your head as Wonwoo steps out, small paper bag in his hand.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks quietly.

“Just getting some air.” You huff, locking your phone and tucking in back into your bag as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Is this about what I said earlier?” Wonwoo asks, moving away from the door to stand in front of you, his hand pushing the paper bag towards you. You take the offering, opening it to see the book you had mentioned earlier sitting inside.

“Why did you say it?” You question back, tucking the book into your tote bag keeping your attention of the quiet man in front of you. “What are we doing here today?” You add another question, watching the way Wonwoo shifts on his feet.

“I don’t know.” He says quietly, his hands wringing in front of him, his eyes unable to meet yours as you wait for a proper answer. “I could ask the same of you.” He says quickly your brows furrowing as you frown.

“Why are you here with me when you clearly have something with Seokmin.” He almost sounds angry, his words coming out quick and harsh but never raising above a quiet whisper.

“You invited me here.” You answer, “I came because you invited me and I thought we were friends.”

“Friends?” Wonwoo hisses, his shifting stopping as he makes eye contact with you.

“What else would I think Wonwoo? You barely talk to me most of the time, to be honest for the first few months I thought you hated me, you never made an effort to be friends.” You scoff, your words making Wonwoo lower his head again.

You were right, as per usual, he didn’t make much effort to talk with you, to spend time with you apart from Seokmin because he didn’t know how.

He wasn’t sure how to move past being classmates. Friends.

He has never been good at making conversation or at reading peoples body language, which is why he says, “so you don’t deny you and Seokmin have something going on?”

You choke on a laugh of disbelief, “I don’t deny it.” You hiss quickly adding, “We kissed yesterday, is that what you want to hear?”

Wonwoo can feel his heart drop, that isn’t what he wanted to hear. He thought you’d deny it, explain that you’re just friends but now he stands with his heart in his stomach, your eyes glaring at him.

“You kissed him?” He questions not sure what else to do.

“I did.” You say, “I care about him, he’s very special to me.” You continue, the tension in your body falling away as Wonwoo watches you.

“I care about you too, Woo.” You mumble, the words feeling different to how you said them last night with Seokmin, “As much as you confuse me, and refuse to spend time with me, a part of me can’t help but care for you.” Your honesty shocks the man in front of you.

How can you be so open with your feelings?

How can you say things he wishes he could say to you?

You stand there waiting, giving him time to process what you’re saying, waiting for him to do something.

Anything.

He does.

Wonwoo steps forwards his hand reaching out to cup your cheeks, tilting your head up, your eyes meeting his as his eyes search over your face. “I care about you too.” He finally whispers, his breath ghosting over your lips.

The world keeps moving around you, the busy college student rushing in and out of the bookstore, not paying any attention to the two emotionally stunted adults standing besides the door.

Wonwoo leans forwards pressing a soft, chaste kiss against your lips. You can tell he wants to do more, to press harder, to pull you against him but he doesn’t.

One chaste kiss is all you get before his pulls his lips off yours, going back to just staring at you.

“But I can’t help but think I’m not the right choice for you.” He mumbles, leaning forwards for just one more kiss before he lets you go, beginning to walk in the direction of his car.

What the fuck?

The phone rings in your ear as you wait for your best friend to answer his phone. After your slight argument with Wonwoo he had driven you home, neither of you saying anything as you jumped out of the car as soon as he pulled up beside your apartment building.

You had paced your apartment for a while, stating your frustrations to the poor cat who watches you move about before grabbing your phone off the bed, pressing his contact and holding the phone to your ear.

“Hello city morgue. I’m doctor death, how may I help you?” Seokmin’s voice rings through the speaker, the joke going in one ear and out the other as you blurt out.

“I kissed Wonwoo.” The line is silent for a moment before Seokmin lets out a long sigh.

“I know.” He says quickly, you can almost hear the way he rubs his forehead as he thinks about what to say next. “Wonwoo told me.” Seokmin still sounds so tired, you heart sinks as you think about him, sitting in bed waiting for you to call while you’re out kissing his best friend.

Maybe Seungcheol was right all those years.

You are the reason your relationships always fail.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not cool, especially after last night.” You start to speak into the phone, interrupting Seokmin as he tries to soothe your concern.

You stay silent as he excuses your behaviour.

You don’t deserve friends like him.

“I think maybe I should take a break from the two of you for a while. I don’t want to be that person that ruins a friendship, I’ve done it before Min and I don’t want to be that person again.” You explain, sitting down on your couch as you let out a stilted sigh.

“You’re not going to ruin- what is this about, I’m not angry if that’s what you’re worried about.” Seokmin says quickly, you can feel how fast his brain is going with the stuttering of his words. “If anything I’m the one that pushed Wonwoo to make a move, I think we should all sit down and talk about this, be honest about how we feel.” He continues.

“I just need some time to think, Min.” You mumble, your heart aching as the weight of what you’re saying hits you.

Time alone.

You had been a trio for a while now.

You don’t even know how to be alone.

“Ok.” Seokmin whispers, “We can do that, we can give you time to think but I don’t want you to pull away from us for good.” Seokmin says, adding, “Don’t pull away from me.”

“I won’t.” You promise, “I’ll talk to you soon.” The phone call ends, the two of you sitting in different parts of the city, staring down at your phones like it burnt you.

Days move quickly. Blurring together as you move through the hours without a second thought.

They days turn to weeks, to a month in the blink of an eye.

“Hey, you.” A voice says from behind you, as you wait in line for your hot chocolate, bundled up in a large coat. You turn towards the voice shooting a tired smile at the overgrown puppy holding his own warm drink.

“Hey Mingyu, it’s been a while.” You greet him, pausing to take your order from the pick up counter before stepping back over to him. Mingyu glances over you in concern, his eyes lingering on the tiredness in your eyes.

“Are you okay? You look a bit tired.” He comments and you scoff, grinning as you take a sip from your cup.

“What a way to complement a lady.” You chide, watching the way Mingyu fumbles slightly before adding, “Exam season kicked my ass, tired is an understatement.” His face brightens as he realises you didn’t take him seriously.

“Well we all miss you over at the apartment, can’t say it’s been fun hanging around MinWoo since you ditched.”

“How are they?” You question quickly, focusing on your take away cup as Mingyu’s eyes burn into you.

“You should ask them yourself.” He says softly, “They’ve been patient but you don’t even text them and I don’t know how much longer they can wait before they set up a mass search and rescue.” You grimace at his words.

You had been overly MIA, hoping that maybe they would just forget about you.

Maybe if you caused enough trouble they would give up on wanting to be your friends and you wouldn’t have to face reality.

“You don’t have to choose one of them.” Mingyu places his hand on your shoulder giving it a soft squeeze. “Just choose me instead.” He jokes, pulling a soft chuckle out of you as he moves a finger under your chin, raising your head.

“They would be happy to do whatever you asked, they just want you in their lives anyway they can.” You nod at his words, thanking him as you push your way out of the cafe, pulling your phone from your pocket.

PEACHES🍑: I think we should meet up, sorry for being so MIA.

WONU 🐱: oh, so she is alive.

MINMIN ☀️: don’t be a dick.

MINMIN ☀️: When and Where?

PEACHES 🍑: My place? Tonight?

MINMIN☀️: I’ll be there.

WONU🐱: Guess I’ll tag along.

You spend your afternoon cleaning up your apartment, rearranging the plates on the table, staring at them and rearranging them again. You don’t have much chance to rearranging any further as your phone lets out a loud ding, a soft knock at your front door sounding into the apartment at the same time.

“Just a sec.” You call out as you reach for your phone, glancing down at the message sitting on your lock screen.

MINMIN ☀️: I just thought you should know that I won’t be coming tonight - I’ve been doing some thinking of my own and think that what you and I have is very different to what you and Wonwoo have - even though it hurts me I can’t help but admit you two are right for each other. I hope this doesn’t ruin your evening but you have my blessing.

You let out a soft “oh” as you glance down at the message on your phone. Another one popping up on the screen not two seconds later.��

MINMIN☀️: Just know I’ll always be there to catch you if you fall.

Another knock on your door reminds you of your visitor, your hands swiping at your face as the tears well in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks.

“Coming.” You say softly, unlocking the deadbolt before pulling the door open, Wonwoo staring down at you in surprise.

“He sent the message didn’t he?” Wonwoo asks and you nod, your bottom lip poking out as your pout, showing the screen of your phone to Wonwoo who just sighs.

“I told him not to.” He starts, brushing the hair off his forehead as he sighs. “I told him he should come and he wouldn’t listen and I know how much you probably want him he—” You pause Wonwoo’s monologue by reaching forwards, stepping up onto your tippy toes as you cup his face, your lips catching his.

Wonwoo lets out a short grunt of surprise as his hands latch to your hips, walking you back into the apartment, kicking the front door closed behind him. “Why are you here, Wonwoo?” You question as he pulls his lips from yours, his gaze moving to look behind you as he takes deep breaths.

Your fingers move to grip his chin, pulling his gaze back down to you. “Why are you here?” You ask again, his eyes searching yours as you wait for your answer.

“Because I care about you.” He whispers, his eyes soft as he continues, “Because I care about you to the point where I can’t let you go, I need you in anyway that I can have you.” He takes a deep breath as he leans his head forwards, pressing his forehead against yours as his shoulders slump forwards his arms wrapping around you.

“I’m not good at this. I’m not like Seokmin, it doesn’t come naturally to me to take what I want.” He mumbles.

“And what do you want?”

“You. I just want you.” He answers, his teeth catching his lip as he squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t just want to be friends.” Wonwoo lifts one of his hands from around your waist, settling it against your neck, his thumb lifting your head to look up at him. “Seokmin made his choice, and this is me making mine.” He grumbles before catching your lips with his, his hand warm on your neck as he waits for you to make the first move.

Your arms loop around Wonwoo’s neck pulling him closer to you, his lips pulling off yours to rip the glasses off his face, before reconnecting, his hands bracing against your thighs as he lifts you up his body, sitting you comfortably on his pelvis.

“I think we should go to the bedroom.” You mumble against his lips, grinning as he nods, pressing soft kisses against your jaw as he wanders into your bedroom, lying you on your mattress softly.

“Tell me you want me.” Wonwoo grumbles against your skin, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on your oversized cardigan, letting the fabric fall open against the bed as his hand move down towards the zipper on the back of your skirt.

“Someone’s needy.” You tease, letting out a soft chuckle as Wonwoo pauses his kisses, pushing himself up on his knees to glare down at you. Your hands reach for him, tugging the white t-shirt out of his jeans, pulling the fabric up his torso until he takes the hint and pulls it the rest of the way off, throwing it onto the floor.

You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him back down to you, his hands bracing against the mattress above your head, his body hovering while he waits.

God he really does want you to say it.

“I want you, Wonwoo.” You say quietly, your nails scratching up his back until they stop at the base of his neck. He considers you for a moment before getting back to work, his lips pressing gentle kisses down your chest while he tugs your skirt over your hips, slotting between your legs as you pushes your hips open taking his time to gaze down your body.

“Are you done yet?” You question, watching as he shakes his head his eyes moving furiously over your body. You huff and reach for the band of your black bralette pulling the flimsy material over your head, your hair sprawling out on the bed beneath you as you shoot him a smug smile.

“What about now?” You question, Wonwoo doesn’t answer his eyes scanning every inch of your face as he tries to avoid looking at your bare chest, his hands scrunching the sheets beneath you. “You can touch me, woo.” Your words break his concentration his throat moving quickly as he swallows harshly.

“I just want to take my time.” He says softly, leaning forwards to press a chaste kiss to your lips, letting out a soft groan as you tighten your legs around his hips, your clothed pussy grazing against his jeans.

“We can do that later.” You coo, smoothing the hair off his forehead as you release his mouth, taking your turn to press open mouth kisses down his neck, sucking harshly against base of his throat, the man letting out a shuddering sigh. “I want you to fuck me.” You say watching as Wonwoo shakes his head.

“No.” He says quickly, “I don’t fuck.” He corrects and you groan, rolling your eyes as you beg him not to say it.

“I make love.”

“Oh wow, you actually said it.” You blurt out, smiling as Wonwoo presses a soft kiss to your cheek before sitting up on his knees, fiddling with the buttons on his jeans before pausing.

“I don’t have a condom.” His face falls as his fingers pause on his waistband. You glance up at him for a moment before shrugging.

“Clean?” You ask quickly his head nodding as you shrug again. “I’m covered.” You say quietly, sitting up on the mattress reaching forwards to finish pulling down the zipper on his pants, Wonwoo still processing what you’re saying.

“You want me to raw dog it?” He splutters, a frown on your face as you glare up at him.

“You really are finding ways to ruin this aren’t you.” You hiss, tugging on his jeans until he slides off the bed pulling them the rest of the way down before kicking them to the side.

“Sorry, I’m nervous.” He apologises, climbing back onto the bed. You just smile at him, pulling him back to you as your distract him with kisses, Wonwoo’s arms sit comfortably on the bed besides your head, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair as your hands make quick work of pushing his boxers over his hips, his cock hard between the two of you.

Wonwoo groans against your lips as your hand wraps around his length, his hips bucking forwards as you give him a few strokes, before releasing him to dip your fingers inside of yourself, letting out a soft whimper as you scissor the two fingers inside your pussy, stretching your walls slowly.

“I’m gonna cum so fast.” He mumbles against your lips as he glances quickly at what your hands are doing before snapping his eyes back up to yours. You don’t respond, biting your lip as you pull your fingers back out, reaching for him again, spreading your wetness over his cock before lining it up with your entrance.

Wonwoo doesn’t waste much time, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slowly pushing in, his cock grazing your walls at a snails pace. You can feel his lips spread in a smile against your cheek as he bottoms out, pausing for a moment, letting you buck your pelvis against his in a bid to get him to move.

“Someone’s needy.” He coos, the taunt from earlier coming right back around to slap you in the face. You let out a groan of frustration as you push your head back into the mattress, Wonwoo letting out a soft chuckle as he pulls out, pushing back in at a much more urgent pace.

Wonwoo is surprisingly fluid with his motions, his hips moving in a exact rhythm as he lifts himself up a little, one arm leaving the mattress to grip your thigh, lifting your leg to sit around his waist as he bends down sucking your left nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck.” You hiss as his tongue circles the peaked nub, his teeth ever so gently grazing the pink flesh before moving his mouth to the right nipple, making sure to show the sensitive bud the same amount of attention.

“Do you want to cum, Peach?” He asks softly, his fingers digging into your thigh as his hips slow down, the butterflies in your stomach fading away as you let out a long whine.

“Please.” You beg, Wonwoo grinning as he sits back on his knees, lifting your other thigh around his hips as well. His hips beginning snapping into your harshly as he lifts two fingers to his mouth, dipping them inside quickly before reaching them down to circle your pulsing clit, the feeling overwhelming after the nub has been so rudely ignored this whole time.

“I’m close.” You hiss, gritting your teeth as you push your eyes squeeze shut, Wonwoo whispering soft words above you as his hips falter.

“Come with me, peach.” The two of you come undone together, his body leaning forwards as he sucks harshly against your neck, whispering soft praise into your sweaty skin. You can feel his release hot and heavy inside of you as his hips pause, your pelvises locked together as he brushes some hair from your face.

“Can I take my time with you now, peach?”

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play along : the series ⎜pt 10

✧ Pairings: mingyu x afab!reader ⎜seokmin x afab!reader ⎜

✧ Genre: Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: bottom!seokmin ⎜soft top!mingyu ⎜switch!reader⎜threesome? ⎜fingering ⎜face sitting ⎜face riding ⎜blindfolding ⎜handcuffing⎜needy seokmin ⎜seokmin is a giver ⎜oral (f receiving and m receiving) ⎜voyeur mingyu ⎜breath play ⎜nipple stimulation ⎜you know what doja cat said about big noses, right? ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is the second last part to this series :( so expect the next part to go out with a bang, I can say the members who haven't had a chapter so far *cough* 95 line *cough* will definitely be the ring leaders.

(ROUGHLY EDITED)

Things have been different recently.

You can feel it in the way all eyes turn towards you as you walk into the room. The boys jumping up from their chairs to make room for you to sit with them. Shooting quick glances when you sit besides them, more often then not each of them scooting closer to have a body part in contact with you. Hoshi outright shoved Dino off the chair besides him to make room for you the other day.

Hoshi is usually the worst when it comes to wanting to share his affection.

“She always sits next to Wonwoo, it’s my turn.” Hoshi whines from his spot on the couch, pointing at the clearly empty cushion besides him, Seungkwan glaring up at the elder from his new spot on the floor, Wonwoo just grins at his friend his hand firm as he tugs you closer to him, his fingers laced with yours.

Hoshi whines louder as Mingyu just shrugs, not taking his eyes of the video game on the T.V, Hoshi pleading at the leader to do something.

“She’s not a toy, guys.” Seungcheol mumbles from his seat on the floor, shaking his head at the younger members antics. He rolls his eyes as Hoshi continues, shooting a quick glance at Wonwoo who sighs, understanding that the fun is over, his hand loosening in yours.

“Finally.” Hoshi exclaims, patting the seat besides him enthusiastically, before Mingyu jumps up looking down at his phone with wide eyes.

“Don’t say it.” Hoshi groans as Mingyu glances at you and then over to the tiger-wannabe with slumping shoulders.

“We actually have to go.” Mingyu mumbles, Hoshi huffing in defeat as he slouches against the back of the couch.

“I told you not to say it.” Hoshi grumbles his arms crossed against his chest. You stand from your seat, tip toeing your way across the room trying to avoid standing on any of the men sprawled across the floor. Mingyu hands you your bag before reaching for the front door.

“Oh just one quick thing.” You say before shuffling over to the back of the lounge pausing behind the still frowning performance leader.

“Be a good little kitty and play nice.” You whisper as you lean down to his ear, your lips grazing the underside of his jaw as you press a quick kiss against his skin, “I’ll sit besides you next time, I promise.” You continue Hoshi quickly fixing his posture as he nods.

Seungcheol stifles a laugh at the quick change in attitude from the performance leader as you wave a quick goodbye to everyone in the room, shuffling back over to the eager to leave man by the front door. Smiling up at your boyfriend as he holds his hand out for you to grab, his palm warm as you slide your hand into his. You wave to the others as Mingyu drags you out of the apartment, his hand tugging you to his side.

“Seokmin said everything was ready to go.” Mingyu whispers as you both step into the elevator, going down two floors before stepping out. “He said I should warn you ahead of time that he’s a giver.”

You raise your brows at Mingyu’s words asking for more explanation as he stops in front of his new apartment pressing numbers into the keypad before throwing the door open and guiding you inside.

You turn towards the rack besides the door, hanging up your bag and kicking your shoes off.

“Follow me,” Mingyu says as he walks down the hallway towards his bedroom. You slowly follow behind him as he pushes open the door to his room the sight of a half naked Seokmin on the bed taking you by surprise.

Mingyu says nothing as he pulls you into the room, before closing the bedroom door behind the two of you. Your eyes trail over the body on the bed, the glean of the handcuffs causing you to quirk a brow, the loose silk ribbon tied around Seokmin’s eyes making you turn to glance up at your boyfriend.

“When I talked with him about today he only really had one request.” Mingyu begins, taking a seat on the chair in the corner of the room, patting his lap for you to take a seat. You oblige him, Mingyu pulling you down, your back pressed against his chest, your eyes trailing over the bed watching Seokmin’s chest rise and fall calmly as Mingyu whispers against your neck.

“Like I said before Seokmin here, is a giver” Mingyu emphasis his words by pointing over to the man on the bed, a gentle smile on his lips, “He always has been, and he has been dreaming about the day where you sit on his face until he can’t breath.” Mingyu’s breath is hot against your skin as a gasp gets caught in your throat, Seokmin’s breathing falters as he listens to the soft words of his friends, the blindfold stopping him from being able to see your reaction.

“Would you like that, princess?” Mingyu questions your head nodding as your teeth catches your lip, your eyes unable to leave the tanned skin of the man on the bed. Seokmin was expectedly toned, his chest defined and his abdomen tight. His biceps were mouth watering, straining as he tugs at the handcuffs that leave him trapped on the mattress.

All of the members could be defined as well built, even the shortest made up for his lack of height in other areas but Seokmin sat near the top with some of the bigger members of the group - he had always piqued your interest as one of the sweetest members, you didn’t even realised what he could be hiding beneath his oversized sweaters.

“Princess, you’re going to have to use your words so our friend can be more involved.” Mingyu mumbles as he presses a teasing kiss against the edge of your shoulder. “Would you like Seokmin to eat you out till you can’t take it anymore?” Mingyu reiterates, his teeth gently sinking into your shoulder as you move to nod again.

“Yes.” You choke out, letting out a stuttered breath as the grin returns to Seokmin’s face, the man obviously pleased with your answer.

“Should I warm her up for you, kyeom?” Mingyu asks into the room, Seokmin answering back with a rough “Please” as Mingyu’s fingers graze the hem of your skirt. His fingers are gentle on your thighs, softly scraping up the sides until they sit at the edge of your underwear your skirt covering his hands.

“Underwear on or off?” Mingyu asks the room, you’re not sure whose he’s asking until Seokmin answers.

“On but take off the skirt.” His voice echos from the bed, his body shifting slightly on the mattress your eyes trained on him as you feel Mingyu’s fingers pinch the edge of your skirt slowly pulling it down your legs. He takes his time lifting each leg to guide the fabric over your knees letting it drop to the floor as the cool air in the room hits the arousal soaking your panties.

“You good, baby?” Mingyu asks as he presses soft kisses against your flaming hot neck, your head nodding, Mingyu’s teeth grazing your skin as you let out a soft, “yes.”

“Shirt on or off?” Mingyu asks next and this time you know who he’s talking to watching Seokmin’s nose scrunch in consideration.

“On but take off her bra.” Mingyu smiles against you pressing another chaste kiss to your skin before leaning back, making room for his hands to slip under your shirt unclasping the light blue lacy material the straps dropping off your shoulder as you pull your arms out of them, Mingyu pulling the garment out from under your shirt. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and Seokmin’s choices.

“Do you have a question to ask?” Mingyu asks you and you shiver as his hands are back on your thighs, holding you steady as he spreads his legs, your legs hooked over each of his spreading too, opening you up for him.

“I’m just confused why he wants me like this” You say your body falling back against your boyfriend as he adjusts in his chair a little.

“Well?” Mingyu spurs the man on the bed to answer.

“What kind of underwear is she wearing?” Seokmin asks carefully.

“Well she was wearing a matching set she got for her birthday.” Mingyu starts, “It’s light blue and the bra was seethrough lace, it’s one of her favourites.” He continues, the man on the bed letting out a soft sigh. “Now she has on some cotton cheeky bikini briefs, it’s got the lace trim around the edges and the little bow on the waistband that you love.” You can tell Mingyu is teasing his friends, his fingers trailing up your thighs to fiddle with the lace edges of your underwear, pulling them away from your skin and letting it snap back into place, the sounds echoing around the almost silent room.

“Her ass is bare against my sweatpants, I can feel her dripping against me.” Mingyu adds for good measure as you and Seokmin let out matching sighs, the tension prickling over your bare skin.

“And her shirt?” Seokmin asks, adding “it is the one she wore to dinner the other night?” Your brows raise in surprise, this was the shirt you wore to dinner a week ago, a loose tank top made of thin white material that you had tucked into a pair of jeans.

“It is.” Mingyu confirms glancing down the front of you with a smile. “You can see her nipples through the material, she’s so turned on for you.” Seokmin smiles his head raising a little before falling back to the pillows after realising he can’t see anything.

“I love when she walks around in those flimsy pyjamas, she never thinks we’re watching but we all are.” Seokmin groans, his cock twitching a little in his sweats. “And when she bends over to grab stuff from the cupboards” He lets out a hoarse laugh. Mingyu just nods in agreement, his fingers finally finished with their fidgeting “over or under?”

Seokmin doesn’t hesitate this time saying a quick almost breathless “under” Mingyu’s hands obliging quickly. His hands stroke up the sides of your hips before his right hand lifts off your body raising until his two middle fingers tap against your lips.

“Suck.” He says quietly, his fingers slipping into your mouth easily as you suck on the digits, twirling your tongue around them before he pulls them from your mouth, quickly dipping them under the waist band of your panties. You let out a soft whimper as his fingers slide between your folds, your head falling back into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, Mingyu’s head turning to place a soft kiss against your cheek.

“She’s so wet for you.” Mingyu tells his friends, watching the way your body relaxes against him, your legs spreading further as he works against you, his friends on the bed bucking his hips at the soft sounds that escape you.

“Make her do that again.” Seokmin’s voice is husky as he makes his request. Mingyu - enjoying the way you tense slightly at the words before relaxing - is obedient. His fingers dip inside your wet heat slowly, dragging against your walls as he pushes in and pulls back out at a snails pace.

“Fuck.” You moan, your bottom lip getting trapped between your teeth as you let out another throaty moan as Mingyu pumps his fingers back inside you.

“Watch him, princess.” Mingyu mumbles in your ear, before latching his lips on your pulse point sucking harshly against your skin as his fingers pump a bit faster, the palm of his hand grazing against your clit ever so softly. You turn your head slightly before peeling your eyes open, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of the man on the bed.

Seokmin’s hands are gripping the chain of the handcuffs his body coiled tightly as he bites down on his lip, trying to stay quiet. Every time Mingyu pulls a gentle sound from you his hips buck and his chest heaves, a slow growing patch on wetness in the crotch of his pants.

“I think she’s ready for you.” Mingyu says, his fingers pausing before pulling out of your underwear, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth with a grin. He lifts you slightly, helping you to your feet before patting the bare cheeks of your ass and motioning for you to move over to the bed.

You shuffle to the bed gently sitting on the edge of the mattress Seokmin taking a sharp inhale at the feeling of the shift in movement. “How do you want me?” You question softly, slowly reaching a hand out, running the tips of your fingers down Seokmin’s restrained arm, the muscles flexing as you move, goosebumps rising on his skin.

“On my face.” Seokmin says quickly. “Please god, sit on my face.” He hums again, his hips bucking urgently at the thought.

“How about we take care of this first?” You suggest, your fingers trailing down Seokmin’s heaving chest, dipping between the crevices of his abs before pausing at the waistband of his pants. Seokmin stops breathing as you dip your hand into his pants, your fingers curling around his cock as you watch his face.

“Do you always go commando?” You question with a smile, glancing over your shoulder to your boyfriend who watches with his arm crossed against his chest, a pleased smile on his face. Seokmin shakes his head furiously, letting out a stuttered breath as you stroke him twice. “Do you mind if I play for a little?” Seokmin shakes his head again, his hair becoming a mess on top of his head.

“Please.” His whisper is barely audible as you pull your hand off his cock, pushing his sweats off his hips, moving them off his legs, his cock springing to life, smacking against his stomach before you wrap your hand around it again.

“Spread your legs.” You hum as you stroke his cock, the pre cum leaking continuously out of his tip. Seokmin does as told, spreading his legs.

You smile climbing further onto the mattress slipping your body between his outstretch legs, his cock still in hand as you dip your head down licking a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

Seokmin flinches, letting out a high whine as you take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before pulling off with a pop. Mingyu lets out a low chuckle as you continue the same pattern, long lick, just the tip before pulling off and starting again.

As your mouth continues, your hands move up his torso, fingertips grazing his hard nipples before reaching just a little bit further, closing around his throat. “Mingyu said you’re a giver” You hum as you test him, pressing lightly on his throat for a few seconds before releasing the pressure, his mouth falling open as he nods.

“Tell me Min, has anyone ever given back?” You ask, his head quickly shaking no. You smile lightly, leaning forwards to catch his lips with yours, your hand still loose around his throat. Seokmin lets out a surprised sound, his lips quickly following yours as he sighs into your mouth. “You’re so handsome.” You praise as you pull away sitting back on your knees to look down at him, his tanned skin is glistening with sweat, his cock twitching under your gaze.

He bits his lip at your praise, clamping his mouth shut as a whine escapes him, your lips latching onto his left nipple as you press down on his throat again. You can’t help the smile that blooms as you feel his hot cum hit his stomach, the white strands smearing between the two of you, your shirt turning transparent where his cum latches to the fabric.

“Good boy.” You praise pressing a soft kiss to his chest as you release him. Seokmin’s body relaxes into the mattress as Mingyu’s eyes widen. “Did he just cum?” He asks your head nodding as you glance over your shoulder at him. “You barely touched him.” Mingyu comments your shoulders just shrugging.

“I guess Min was just a bit tense.” You say, Seokmin’s head nodding slowly.

“Can you sit on my face now?” He asks you his arms tugging against the handcuffs as he tries to sit up on the bed. You reach forwards your finger tracing the bottom of the ribbon over Seokmin’s eyes silently asking for permission. He nods tightly, just once as you lift the fabric off his eyes.

He takes a moment, squeezing his eyes closed before slowing prying them open, glancing over your body with wide eyes. “God, please just fucking sit on my face.” He groans, his arms tugging at the handcuffs again, his eyes meeting yours before shooting over to the key sat on the bedside table.

You lean over him, your clothed breasts rubbing along his bare chest, his semi hard cock pressed between your bodies, starting to swell again. You slide the key into each handcuff releasing his hands before helping him unlatch them from the bed frame. Seokmin just smiles finally free to move as he sits up, his lips finding yours, his hands pulling your body against his. He smothers you against his chest as his tongue slide along your bottom lip.

Seokmin’s kisses are just as sweet as his personality, gentle, teasing kisses only just pressing against your lips before pulling away to look down at you again, his hands stroking up your sides under your shirt before his gaze flicks over your shoulder to his friend.

“This still okay?” He asks Mingyu who just shrugs back, his own hand dipping into his pants, moving slowly on his cock.

“Don’t ask me.” Mingyu answers, “Ask her.” He adds. Seokmin’s gaze flicks to yours, the question obvious. You chuckle, pushing gently on his shoulder till he lies back down, slipping off the mattress to move closer to his face. You kneel besides his head, brushing the hair off his forehead before lifting one leg over him, hovering in a straddle above his mouth.

“Three taps.” You say quietly, gripping his now free hand placing it on your thigh. “Three taps and I’ll get off.” You reiterate, Seokmin nodding in understanding as his other hand comes up to grip your hips pulling your clothed pussy down to his mouth.

“Heaven” You feel Seokmin mumble against you, his fingers pushing your panties out of the way before he takes a long lick of your cunt, your hands reaching up to brace against the headboard as he delves in. You let out heavy breaths as the lewd sounds of Seokmin licking and sucking echo in the room.

“Holy shit.” Mingyu curses as he watches his best friend, your head turning to face him, the stimulation quickly growing. “He eats pussy like a demon.” Mingyu chuckles as he pulls his cock out of his pants, squeezing the flesh as you let out a whimper as Seokmin dips his tongue inside of you.

Mingyu’s right, Seokmin eat you out better than anyone has before, using every inch of his face to incite pleasure, his tongue swirls around your entrance his head bobbing to get better access, his nose nudging against your clit.

Every time he sucks the small bundle of nerves into his mouth your body jumps to get away from him, his hands just pulling you back down to him harder, your thighs clenching around his head as he slurps up anything that escapes your pussy.

“Seokmin…” you whine as your hips buck, his teeth grazing against your clit as he nibbles on the flesh, giving himself a chance to breath he turns his head, pressing soft kisses to the flesh on your thighs. “I’m so close.” You whine again, he delves back in, his hips pushing your hips forwards before pulling them back his nose dragging between your lips.

Your hips lift of his face as your orgasm hits, thrusting in the air as his mouth chases after you, pressing his tongue against your sensitive pussy as you ride out your high. Your breathing begins to settle as you move to lift your leg over him, his hand gripping you and sitting you right back down.

“No.” He growls, his hands moving to grip your ass, “Again.” He demands, your hips stuttering forwards as his begins sucking.

“Min, I can’t.” You hiss as overstimulation hits. Seokmin gives no fucks as he removes one hand from your ass his finger pressing against your entrance as his mouth circles your clit.

“One more.” He pleads, his fingers slipping into you with ease as you let out a yelp. It doesn’t take long for the second high to hit, Seokmin’s fingers just barely moving in and out of you, taking time to explore your walls as his tongue lavishes you.

Mingyu lets out a long groan as wetness soaks Seokmin’s face, his tongue working quickly to collect what he can, the man letting out a satisfied hum beneath you, the vibrations making you squeal as your hips jump away from his face, your body forcing itself off of him as you pant.

You glance over to your boyfriend whose black shirt is now smeared with his release before flicking back to Seokmin who lays still on his back a very pleased smile on his face.

“That was everything.” He comments, his hand raising to his mouth sucking off your wetness before he lets it drop back to the mattress. “I think I’m in love with you.” He says softly, Mingyu jumping up off his seat as you adjust your panties back into place.

“I think you’re just pussy drunk, man.” He comments as he helps his friend sit up. “Maybe go get cleaned up before your profess your love to my girlfriend.” He says clapping Seokmin on the back. Seokmin gets the hint quickly, sliding off the bed and making his way down the hall to the bathroom, the shower turning on soon after.

“Must’ve been some good pussy.” You laugh breathlessly as Mingyu takes a seat next to you on the mattress chuckling in response. Mingyu leans forwards pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before slumping against the wall, his hand finding yours.

“He might’ve meant it.” He says, and you freeze. “What would you do if he did?” Mingyu adds.

You don’t know how to respond. Your eyes flick to meet your boyfriends as you squeeze his hand, bringing it to your mouth to press soft kisses to his knuckles.

“Honestly?” You question and Mingyu nods, watching you with full focus. “I don’t know, I’ve never really thought of anything beyond you and me.”

“What if we opened things up?” He spurts out.

“Like we both date other people as well as each other?” You clarify, Mingyu shaking his head.

“Like you date other people.” He responds, “Like we see if polyamory might be an option?” You’re stunned, your mouth gaping as you stare at him, he sighs his free hand reaching forwards to push some hair off your face.

“I was thinking the other day about how great you are for the guys, how great the past few weeks have been. They can give you everything I can’t.” He says quietly his eyes soft and sincere as you shake your head.

“Gyu…”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean it would be good for all of us. All I want is for you to be happy.” He mumbles and you squeeze his hand again.

“I am happy, gyu. With you I’m the happiest person in the world.” Mingyu nods at your words pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before adding.

“Just think about it, okay? Don’t worry about it hurting me cause it won’t. You’re my person and to share you with some of my favourite people ever would be a dream come true.” He whispers before glancing over to the ensuite and back at you.

“How about we get cleaned up?”

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xddaengx · 11 months

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Something I learned last night is that if you type ‘mental health help’ in the tumblr search bar a message will be sent to you from @kokobot which connects you with people who will sit and listen to you. They aren’t therapists and it’s not counselling but it lets you talk to someone if you need to

(I usually don’t ask for reblogs but reblogging this may help more people get help with their mental health so it would be greatly appreciated if you did)

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xddaengx · 1 year

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not so bad ⎜ ksy

✧ Pairings: hoshi x reader

✧ Genre: romance ⎜smut ⎜friends - with - benefits ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of alcohol ⎜ drunk people ⎜ friend with benefits relationship ⎜ jealous woozi ⎜ verbal fighting ⎜woozi calls reader a whore ⎜ fingering ⎜ f oral ⎜hoshi is in love ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.3 k

✧ Summary: You never pictured yourself with a fuck buddy. You never pictured falling for your fuck buddy. A weekend at your friends lake house somehow changes everything.

✧ Author’s Note: Let me know what you think! I'm just rolling with the punches at the moment so this was a quick write.

(UNEDITED)

You never pictured yourself as someone with a fuck buddy.

You never pictured yourself having quickies before his roommate comes home.

To be honest you never really pictured yourself doing anything other than sitting in the library studying … but here you are.

“You need to get up.” You hiss, smacking your pillow against the bare back in the bed next to you. You sigh, hitting the back one more time, before slumping against the mattress. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you call me every weekend anyway.” The voice chuckles back, finally rolling onto his side, facing you with a teasing grin on his face his body lifting slightly as he reaches over you, turning off the alarm ringing on his phone.

“Just admit that you like me.” He teases, his smile only growing as you shoot him a sharp glare.

“I don’t like you, I just happen to get a little bit of satisfaction from your dick.” You mumble, finally smiling as his own expression drops.

You’re not prepared to protect yourself and he launches forwards his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you down to a lying position as he wrestles to kneel above you, his hands gripping your arms as he pushes you into the bed.

“Do you want to say that again, pretty girl?” He questions, his eyebrow quirked as you try to squirm in his hold. His grasp doesn’t falter for even a moment as you thrash beneath him, letting out soft chuckles every time you struggle a little too hard.

“Fine, I give up.” You whine, your body relaxing into the mattress as you stop your movements gazing up at the half naked man above you. “You look very handsome like this.” You comment, your eyes wandering over the man above you. His hair tousled, sharp eyes, his lips pulled back in a grin. His cheeks flush with heat as he watches you watching him.

You seize the moment, taking the falter in his grip to rip your arms from his hands, your thighs gripping onto his torso as you roll the two of you over, your hands taking the position his were in, pushing his forearms into the mattress. His eyes are trained on yours as you make yourself comfortable on his pelvis.

“You win.” He whispers.

You flash him a quick grin before leaning down to capture his lips with yours. It takes no more than five seconds for him to break free, his arms lifting off the mattress, his hands cupping either side of your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, one hand leaving your face to pull your hips down onto his.

“Hoshi.” The voice of his roommate carries through the door, a sharp knock on the white wood pulling you away from the man below you.

“You didn’t tell me he was here.” You hiss as quietly as possible, you’re quick to slide off the bed, reaching to the floor, pulling your leggings on as quickly as possible before reaching over to Hoshi’s desk pulling on his hoodie, the doorknob turning just as you get the piece of clothing over your head.

“Dude, we have to leave in fift— oh, sorry I didn’t know you were here.” Jihoon pushes open the door his gaze shooting to yours in surprise, as he looks between half naked Hoshi on the bed and then back to you - Jihoon had been the one to introduce the two of you, never did he expect his judgemental, quiet best friend to find comfort in his psychotic, self proclaimed tiger of a roommate - Jihoon just sighs, shooting Hoshi a stern glare before closing the door, not even bothering to finish what he was saying.

This is not how things were meant to go.

“He’s still upset isn’t he?” You mumble as you continue to pick your clothing items up off the floor shoving them into your bag. Hoshi’s hands rub against his face, before pushing his hair back sliding to the edge of the mattress. He opens his arms for you, a pout on his lips while he waits.

You were more than aware of Jihoon's crush on you, and you were also aware of his strong reaction to the news that you had been spending your free time with his roommate.

To say he was upset was a slight understatement.

You take a few steps forwards, slotting yourself between his legs, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head drops onto your abdomen. You run your fingers through his ever growing black hair before stepping away.

“I should really get going.” You whisper. Hoshi doesn’t say anything he just watches you leave, cursing his roommate for getting home earlier than anticipated.

Jihoon was always a cock block when it came to you.

Hoshi’s phone dings again, the reminder on the screen forcing him out of the room, rushing out of the apartment to catch you at the elevator.

“Wait, I forgot to ask if you wanted to come to the lake house this weekend? It’s for gyu’s birthday and he requested for you to be there.” You smile at the invitation, your gaze shooting over to the closed door of his apartment, the boy seeming to understand what your glance means. “He’ll be coming too - but it’s a big group of us.” Hoshi reaches forwards tucking some hair behind your ear, his eyes pleading.

“Fine, but I’m not driving.”

“Deal.”

Hoshi’s hand is warm on your thigh, his other gripping the steering wheel as you unwrap the starburst, placing one in his mouth every time he lets out a soft grunt. Two and a half hours into your road trip to the lake house and the two of you has resorted to listening to a very boring true crime podcast.

“Do you really think it’ll be alright?” You question for the tenth time - not at all paying attention to the report of the 'crime of the century' - Hoshi just rolling his eyes before giving you the same response he had the other nine times.

“Yes, everyone wants you there, just because Jihoon is a bit pissy and doesn’t know how to communicate like an adult doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.” Hoshi finishes chewing on his treat letting out a soft grunt that lets you know he’s ready for another.

“So what’re the plans for the weekend then?” You question, popping a lemon flavoured chew into his mouth. Hoshi shrugs, his hand finally letting go of your leg to reach for his phone in the mount.

“Mingyu’s girl sent out a rough itinerary but nothing really starts till tonight so we have most of the afternoon to get settled in.” He says as he hands you his phone, it unlocks as it registers your face the message from Mingyu’s girlfriend the last thing Hoshi must’ve seen.

“Kayaking?” You smile at Hoshi who just shrugs his shoulders. “What’s the bet after tonight dinner party we'll be too hungover to do anything tomorrow anyway.” You laugh as hoshi’s hand reaches for your free one, bringing it to his mouth to press a soft kiss against your knuckles.

“One hundred percent. None of us will even be able to move in the morning.” He chuckles back, pressing another kiss against your hand before placing it in his lap. The drive takes another forty-five minutes, Hoshi pulling into the space available on the grass besides Seungcheol’s bright orange SUV, the lake glimmering in the sunshine.

The two of you greet everyone already at the house, Cheol informing you that Mingyu and his girlfriend would be coming later and that everyone is gonna do their own thing before the party set up at six.

“We should go for a swim.” You suggest as Hoshi drops the bags onto the queen bed in one of the guest rooms, glancing at the other bags in the room in confusion.

“Vernon’s gonna sleep on the couch.” You say, pointing to the well cushioned couch in the corner of the room, Hoshi letting out a long groan at the fact you won’t be alone together for the weekend. “That’s why we should go for a swim.” You suggest again, Hoshi suddenly brightening at your words. He nods quickly ripping open his duffle bag to pull out his swim trunks.

“Don’t forget towels” You shout over your shoulder as you make your way out the room, “I’ll meet you down there.” You stroll down to the lake, waving goodbye to the boys who decided to go for a hike up the hills around the house, they wanted to “check for bears” as Vernon put it. They had managed to convince Jihoon to tag along, the shorter male glancing at you before following his friends up the trail.

You’re unbuttoning your shorts as you hear the heavy footsteps behind you, the towels dropping at your feet as Hoshi stops besides you, ripping his shirt over his head before rushing to the water letting out a loud laugh as he dives into the shallows. You follow after him, pulling your own shirt over your head before rushing down to the water.

It’s lukewarm, the sun making a great natural heater as you wade your way further into the water, Hoshi finally breaching the surface, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He pulls you against him once your within arms reach, his lips finding yours.

You can feel him grinning against your mouth as he pulls away, his hand smoothing down your sides till they grip the backs of your thighs. “Jump.” He whispers against your cheek lifting as you jump, your legs wrapping around his waist. He presses feverish kisses against the underside of your jaw as you settle yourself on his hips, his hands still firm against the back of your thighs.

“Apparently sex in the water is very dangerous.” You mumble as hoshi sucks on your collarbone, letting out a soft hum, his head shooting up as he registers your words.

“And who said we’re having sex?” He questions, his eyebrows raised in shock, his mouth open in feigned offence. “You dirty girl, I’m just here for a nice relaxing swim.” He teases, his eyes bright as your arms tighten their grip against his neck. You just smile at him, leaning forwards slightly your nose trailing up the side of his cheeks until they sit just besides his ear.

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.” You whisper, the man below you shivering at the warm air that tickles his skin. “We both know I can last a lot longer that you can.” You continue, your teeth grazing the underside of his jaw as he leans his head back letting out a soft groan.

“This is probably gonna be the only time we have alone for the whole weekend.” You say pressing soft kisses to his neck before straightening your posture. “Make it worth my while.” You finish, Hoshi nodding quickly his hands letting you go. Your feet touch the bottom of the lake, his fingers linking with yours as he drags you out of the water.

“Boat house.” He says, turning back to make sure you are indeed following behind him, once satisfied you are, he pushes his way onto land, dragging you as he grabs the towels off the grass on the way to the old wooden shed built on the water.

You would be lying if you said Hoshi liked to take things slow - the first time you two met at one of Jeonghan’s annual halloween parties you had ended up riding him in an empty bedroom that he had picked the lock on. He was always someone who preferred actions to words, his tongue talented in more things than just talking.

He manages to shove the small entry door to the boat house open with his foot, waiting until you’re both tucked inside before closing the door, shoving a large toolbox in front of it.

“The door doesn’t really close properly.” He mumbles as he turns to face you.

“Oh, and how do you know that?” You question. “Am I not the first person you’ve brought to this boat house?” You scoff, hoshi immediately shaking his head before explaining.

“I’ve never invited anyone else to the lake house, but last year I was unfortunate enough to be walking past when the door blew open and saw Cheol balls deep in his invite for the year.”

“Oh.” Your nose crinkles at the mental image.

“Yeah.” Hoshi echoes, mirroring your own expression.

“Well you’ve got fifteen minutes, pretty boy.” You hum, pointing over to the rusting clock on the wall of the boat house, Hoshi just grinning widely, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“I only need ten.” His fingers graze up the sides of your bare legs, his eyes watching you from between his lashes as you let out a stuttered breath. His finger pause as they reach the ties on your bikini bottoms, his eyes begging for your permission.

“Bet.” You confirm, your eyes breaking contact with his as you glance over to the clock making note of the time before looking back down to him. His grin turns menacing as his fingers tug at the ties on either side of your hips, watching pleased as your bottoms slide down your legs once the ties are loose enough.

For a man who never slowed down for anyone, he sure knew how to make time feel like it was going in slow motion. Hoshi’s hands guide your bottoms to the ground, lifting one foot out, pressing a soft kiss against your knee before doing the same to the other, his eyes never once breaking their battle with yours.

“Are you sure? Anyone could walk in and see us.” He coos, his hand throwing your wet swimmers to the side before latching back onto your ankle, you nod your answer silent begging him to move a bit faster. “You really are a dirty girl.” He teases, shuffling on his knees until his face is in line with your pelvis, his hand putting heavier pressure on your skin, sliding up your drying legs until they reach your knees.

“Open up.” He says, his hand wrapping around the backs of your knees, pulling on them lightly. You slide your feet apart slightly, your eyes leaving the man in front of you to glance back at the clock.

“Nine minutes.” You warn, Hoshi just nodding, his eyes taking you in unsure whether the dripping is from the water or because you’re really just that aroused.

He doesn’t bother asking.

He leans forwards swiping a tentative lick against you, his eyes turned up to yours, watching you as your eyes fall closed, your hands dipping into his wet strands of hair. Pleased with your reaction he delves forwards, his tongue pressing flat against you as his nose bumps against your swelling clit. His hands trail softly up the backs of your thighs, over your ass until they sit comfortably on your hips.

“Eight minutes.” You whimper as he pulls your cunt firmer against his face, his head moving as his tongue circles around your clit, teasing before he sucks the bud into his mouth. “Fuck.” You curse, your hand tugging on his hair before letting go, moving to brace against the shelf behind you. You can feel Hoshi’s crooked grin against you as one of his hand drops to lift your thigh, draping the limb over his shoulder opening you up further for him.

Hoshi’s movements become quicker, more feverish as his tongue dips inside you for just a moment before licking back up to your clit.

“Are fingers allowed, kitten?” He questions softly, as he pulls his face away from your cunt much to your dismay, his eyes teasing as you nod quickly, your lip trapped between your teeth as he slides one finger between your folds, gathering any juices he could before slowly pushing the single digit inside of you.

“God, I can feel how desperate you are.” He coos as you clench around his single finger, a loud branch snapping outside of the shed making you jump, his finger sliding out of you slightly before sliding back in to the third knuckle, hoshi chuckling as he presses a kiss against the thigh hanging over his shoulder. “Worried?” He questions.

“A little…shit, you have six minutes.” You remind him, jumping as his mouth covers your pussy once again, his single finger working in and out of you slowly, only just enough to help build the tension. You let out a soft breath as Hoshi adds another finger, your head falling back to lean against the shelves as his sucking sends wet sounds to your ears.

“Why do you call me Hoshi?” He questions as he pulls his mouth away from you again, a string of your wetness connecting his lips to your pussy, the warm breeze brushing against your swollen lips, a soft moan escaping you. His fingers don’t stop as he watches you expectantly, waiting fro your answer.

“Habit.” You respond, knowing short answers are all you can manage right now, Hoshi’s fingers pause inside of you, curling as he tuts at your answer.

“Gotta give me something better than that.” He huffs, his fingers staying completely still inside of you while he waits. You lift your head, looking down at the kneeling man, his fingers deep inside you.

“It’s embarrassing to say while we’re like this.” You start, sighing as Hoshi just raises a brow continuing to stay still, waiting. “It feels too intimate to say your real name, you’re hoshi to everyone else.” You explain, Hoshi just smiling as he shrugs your leg off his shoulder, standing from his spot on the floor, the slight jostle causing a throaty moan to escape you.

“But you’re not everyone else.” He mumbles as he leans over you, finally his fingers start moving again, faster, harder than before, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your wet clit. “I want you to call me Soonyoung.” He continues, leaning slightly more forwards to catch your lips with his.

“I want the first time you say it to be while your cum on my fingers.” He says against your lips, letting out a choked laugh as you clench around him. He can feel the way you’re starting to shiver against him, your hips bucking out of rhythm with his hand, he knows your close.

“Say it.” He demands, moving his mouth away from yours, looking down at his hand between your legs before his eyes connect with yours, waiting.

“Fuck, soonyoung.” You whine as he presses his thumb harshly against your clit, his fingers curling at just the right time, your cunt clenching so forcefully he lets out a surprised laugh. He pauses his movements for a moment, watching the way you pant as you come down from your orgasm, whispering his name again.

“Soonyoung?” You lift the end of his name like a question, he hums back. “You had three minutes to spare.” He laughs as he drags his fingers out of you, licking your juices off his fingers before leaning forwards to press a kiss against your lips.

“Much better.” He smiles at you before leaning down to pick up your swimmers, slowly helping you pull them up and tie them on your hips.

The boys get back from their hike just as you exit the shower, your towel wrapped tightly around you as you strut to the guest bedroom, smiling at Vernon as he watches something on his phone.

“Did you want me to leave?” He questions, his eyes not even bothering to glance towards you.

“Only if you care.” You shrug. Vernon has always managed to see you in vulnerable positions, seeing you naked more times than you care to admit in your “drunk exhibitionism” phase as Jihoon calls it. Vernon shrugs his shoulders turning slightly so that he couldn’t accidentally get a peek as you drop your towel, tugging on a set on underwear before pulling the dress off the bed and sliding it up over your legs.

“Vernon, a hand please.” You ask as you pull the straps over your shoulder holding the dress firm against your chest, the zip on the back of the dress too far down for you to reach easily. You glance in the mirror smiling as Vernon steps up behind you his hand gentle as he tugs on your zipper, having to readjust the dress a few times to get it up smoothly.

“That dress looks really nice on you.” He says softly, his eye meeting yours in the mirror the two of you smiling, a familiar dark head of hair only just visible in the door way.

“Are you trying to pick up my girlfriend?” Soonyoung questions as he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest and a playful smile gracing his freshly washed face. Vernon shakes his head with a smirk, stepping away from you as you both turn to face the intruder fully.

“Girlfriend?” You question softly, Soonyoung just shrugging his shoulders like it’s obvious. Like this is natural.

“Do you not want to be?” He questions back, pushing himself off the door frame moving closer to you. You can see how Vernon’s eyes widen wanting to be anywhere but here right now.

“I’m gonna go see if they need any help setting up.” Vernon say quickly, dismissing himself as he shuffles out of the room, leaving you and soonyoung alone.

“Do you not want to be my girlfriend?” Soonyoung repeats, waiting for you to say something as your shoulders sink a little.

“We’ve just never really discussed this before.” You respond, Soonyoung’s shoulder mimicking your own as they drop in disappointment. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to, but where is this all coming from?”

“I don’t know, I just thought - “ He pauses, looking at the floor and then back to you, “I don’t know what I thought.” Soonyoung shakes his head taking a step away from you, waiting for you to say something before he turns and walks out of the bedroom.

You want to follow him.

You want to tell him everything you’ve ever thought about him.

“Mingyu’s here.” But you’re interrupted.

Mingyu’s celebration is going well, the group is at about ten bottles deep into soju and roughly twenty-four cans into the beer cartons that Seungcheol has brought for the party - it was clear to anyone that the night would be going down in history as one of the drunkest.

“You are so lucky.” Jihoon slurs as he leans across the table to pat Mingyu on the shoulder. Everyone watches him tentatively, the smaller male not usually one for drinking, clearly something was upsetting him. Mingyu just nods down at him, smiling over at his girlfriend who giggles at the antics. “God I wish I didn’t loose the person I loved to a fuck boy.” He sneers, glaring at Soonyoung who sits besides you at the table, his body tensing at his roommates words.

Soonyoung on the contrary had barely had anything to drink the whole night, sitting surprisingly quiet while everyone downed the alcohol like juice. Jihoon turns to face Soonyoung now, the rest of the group following, the two of you suddenly under everyone scrutiny.

“I didn’t steal anything, Jihoon.” Soonyoung says firmly, his eye brows raising slightly as Jihoon shakes his head angrily. “You’re the one who introduced us.” He adds, Jihoon just shaking his head more.

“I thought she was better than that.” Jihoon’s words are seething. “I thought she was better than hooking up with someone like a whore.” His comment stuns you, the rest of the group breaking into scoldings.

"We don't slut shame here." Joshua scolds, Soonyoung shaking his head to the older male.

"Not helping." Soonyoung huffs.

You just scoff, standing quickly from your seat glaring at the smaller man who seems to shrink in realisation, the colour draining from his face.

“You’re drunk.” You scold, crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at the male. “I know tomorrow you’re gonna to hate yourself for calling me that, and you know what I’m not just hooking up with him, and I think you know that and it hurts.” You shout, the rest of the group falling into silence as they continue to listen, your eyes starting to glisten.

“And I’m sorry that you’re hurt Jihoon but you can’t control who you fall for, sometimes it just happens.” Your words become quiet as you finish your sentence, body jumping as soft hands rub against your arms, Soonyoung stepping up behind you.

“Maybe we should go get some air.” He whispers in your ear, your head nodding as the tears burn against your lashes. “He can sit and sober up.” He adds and you just nod again, letting Soonyoung push you towards the exit, your feet only stopping as you reach Mingyu, sending him a soft smile and whispering an apology. Mingyu the gentle giant he is just gives your hand a squeeze, thanking you for coming.

Soonyoung continues to guide you out slowly, his hands firm on your arms as the chilly summer air hits your face, the front door closing behind the two of you. His hands finally dropping as you move away from him, your hands swiping at your face as tears drop slowly.

“He didn’t mean it.” Soonyoung says softly.

You nod.

“He’s just drunk.”

You nod.

“He’ll probably apologise tomorrow.”

You nod.

“I knew you liked me.” He coos, a soft laugh escaping you, your hands bracing yourself on the banister, your head shaking is disbelief.

"Insufferable." You mumble to yourself, your gaze focusing on the shimmering lake in the moonlight, not quite ready to turn around yet.

“I guess so.” You sigh, letting out a shaky breath as Soonyoung’s arms surround you, pulling you hard against him, his lips peppering kisses against your cheek until he can feel you smile.

“It’s a good thing, cause I’ve liked you for a long time.” He drones.

You brave a glance over your shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he presses a hard kiss against your temple. “I’m sure I’m everything you imagined in a boyfriend.” He teases, his arms tightening around you.

“You’re not so bad.” You mumble back, leaning back against him, your head turning to place your own kiss softly against his cheek.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #hoshi #hoshi smut #hoshi fanfic #hoshi x reader #soonyoung #soonyoung smut #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung fanfic

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xddaengx · 1 year

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Hello my friend, I hope that you are having a good day! 😊 Well, For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with BTS x african-american/black!reader as their girlfriend who is also a nursing student but had to have open heart surgery and is trying to recover with their help plus ARMY helps but she feel self-conscious/ashamed from her large scars on her back (some haters/reporters make fun of her)because she feels like she's not worthy of their love, respect and tine but they try to make her feel better by doing everything and I mean everything? ( Like from a charity donation to writing them a song!!)

POSTED! I didn't follow the request to a tee but tried to include as much as possible, and give it my own spin. I hope you still enjoy it!

#bts #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #requests

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xddaengx · 1 year

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The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre: fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement.

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds.

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph.

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot.

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face.

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer.

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft.

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in.

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck.

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest.

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions.

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway.

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit.

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre.

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours.

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his.

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner.

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications.

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation.

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open.

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital.

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful.

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery.

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections.

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows.

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair.

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie.

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in.

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face.

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well.

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it.

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift. “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower.

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water.

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline.

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water.

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head.

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo.

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head.

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge.

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed.

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later.

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor.

“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages.

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom.

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning.

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread.

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news.

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue.

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining.

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand.

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words.

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps.

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship.

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement.

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear.

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire.

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project.

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation.

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.”

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret.

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder.

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face.

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article.

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone.

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues.

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side.

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.”

Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group.

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring.

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public.

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight.

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze.

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter.

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger.

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened.

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture.

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face.

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs.

This you could get used to.

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Play Along : The Series ⎜pt 9

✧ Pairings: Mingyu x Reader ⎜Vernon x Reader ⎜

✧ Genre: Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: fingering ⎜ movie night ⎜ exhibitionism kinda ⎜ Vernon proving himself ⎜ public sex ⎜ short ⎜

✧ Word Count: 3k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This was most voted for in the poll, so here y'all go. This series only has a few more chapters to go - so we will begin wrapping things up shortly.

(UNEDITED)

“Princess, would you mind helping Vernon set up for the movie?” Mingyu asks, his chin resting on your shoulder as you place some dirty cutlery on the bench.

“Sure can.” You mumble, leaning into the large mans embrace, the warmth of his body relaxing some of the muscles in your back. You feel Mingyu’s hands run up and down your arms slowly, trying to coax the last of the tightness from your shoulders.

“I promise after the movie we can talk about what’s going on.” Mingyu says softly, pressing a long kiss to your cheek before releasing you, deciding to go have a shower before the movie starts.

Movie night was a common occurrence in the dorms - the boys waited all week to finally get a night off and watch whatever movie has come out most recently. Somehow you’d managed to snag yourself a regular invitation to the celebration of rest.

“We could watch a horror movie?” Vernon says quietly as he flicks through the rentals on the TV, stopping every now and then to read the synopsis. Each of the boys took a turn to pick the movie for the night, most of them already having one in mind before movie night started, last week was the sub par superhero movie with the rock picked by Joshua.

“Honestly anything would be better than last week.” You sigh as you collect the dishes from dining table, placing them on the kitchen bench before sorting them in the dishwasher. The rest of the boys taking their time in washing up after the day of schedules and group dinner.

“I don’t think the movie was that bad.” Vernon says turning his head to watch you finish cleaning the kitchen. You stop your movement looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ok, it might’ve been a little bad.” He chuckles, you dry your hands on the dish towel before grabbing the snacks that had been left on the bench for the movie.

“What kind of horror were you thinking?” You question, dropping the snacks on the coffee table before rushing back to the kitchen to grab the drinks.

“I don’t know, what about that new one that came out, the one with the psychiatrist?” Vernon suggests, scrolling backwards through the movie catalogue to find what he was looking for.

“Oh, the smiley one?” You question as you pad into the lounge room, dropping the drink onto the table before plopping on the floor next to Vernon, your knees pressed together as you wait for him to pull up the movie trailer.

The two of your watch the trailer as everyone finishes changing into their comfy clothes, slowly starting to join the two of you each of them shooting Vernon a teasing smile as the red rises on his neck, your bare thigh presses against he knee as you lean close to him, trying to let Jeonghan pass by.

“Sorry” You say softly as you stumble, your hand landing on Vernon’s legs to keep yourself from toppling over completely. Vernon just shakes his head, letting out a long sigh as you sit up on your knees finally releasing your grip on his legs.

“Come here, Princess, you’re flustering the poor boy.” Mingyu says as he grins at his younger member, your body shooting away from Vernon quickly as you take in his embarrassed expression. Mingyu spreads his legs on the couch, patting the space opening up between them.

You rush away from the blushing boy on the floor, apologising quickly as you take your position between Mingyu’s legs, falling back against his chest. His arms wrap around you as you tug the blanket over both of your lower bodies, pouting and Mingyu chuckles against your cheek, pressing soft kisses to the soft skin as you watch Vernon in self frustration.

“It’s not like you meant to do anything, baby.” Mingyu whispers against your skin, the two of you watching the younger boy get up from his seat on the floor turning towards the couch with a defeated expression. You look to your left, the only free spot available next to you and your boyfriend.

“Look at him, he’s already getting flustered again.” Seungkwan chuckles from across the room, drawing more attention to his friend.

“Like you can judge, Kwannie.” Mingyu shouts from behind you, abruptly ending Seungkwan’s teasing.

“Sit.” You say quietly, patting the cushion besides you, giving Vernon a sympathetic smile. “They’ll shut up once the movies on.” You add quickly. Vernon is quick to listen, sitting before anyone else can spit out a sly remark. The boys continue to either tease or defend Vernon while the man in question presses on the remote until the movie is ready to be played on screen.

“We’re not insulting you, non.” Joshua says quickly, trying to ease the situation, Vernon’s body tense as he sit straight besides you, his hands tightening into fists as he presses play on the remote before passing it over to Mingyu.

“I mean even Dino has more experience than him though.” Jeonghan say under his breath, a sly grin on his face as Vernon glares at the man before moving his gaze over to you.

“I’m sure that not true, right Vernon?” You say quickly, your words pulling a snort from the older male.

“I’ve never seen Vernon with anyone, bet he’s still a virgin.” Jeonghan continues, ignoring the way Joshua elbows him in the arm.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with that.” You respond, reaching your hand out to pat Vernon on the arm. “One day he’ll be with someone and they’ll be very lucky.” You add, ignoring the way Jeonghan rolls his eyes, the movie finally starting on screen.

Mingyu tightens his arms on you but his gaze is trained on the younger member besides him.

“I’m not a virgin.” Vernon whispers to himself, your ears only just managing to pick it up. You can almost feel the moment Mingyu gets an idea, the way his body almost trembles with excitement as he reaches to the table beside the couch picking up his phone.

You keep your eyes training on the screen as Mingyu types furiously on his phone, a small buzz vibrating in your lap and to your left. Mingyu had started a group chat with Vernon the message was simple.

An invitation.

‘Show her just how much experience you have.’

Vernons eyes shoot towards you and yours glance over your shoulder to look at Mingyu, who eyes are trained on the TV screen calmly watching the movie - the grin lifting the corners of his lips the only thing hinting that something happened.

You turn to look at Vernon and shrug. You glance down at your phone, typing quickly on the screen before chucking it to the side, settling against your boyfriend, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Vernon’s teeth catches his lip as he looks down at the message you sent - his phone lighting up his face as he turns to look at the two of you cuddled together on the couch.

‘Show me what you’ve got, pretty boy.’

“You need to stop fidgeting.” Mingyu’s breath whispers across the back of your neck, his hands holding you tight against him as he bends his knees, his legs creating a tent around the two of you.

“I can’t, he won’t move his hand.” You hiss, shooting Vernon a glare, as he keeps his eyes forwards, his hand had been sitting on your thigh for half the movie, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the bare skin. Mingyu just chuckles before telling you to ‘just watch the movie.’

Finally you feel Vernon’s hand move, slipping up your thigh slightly playing with the hem of your pyjama shorts, you gaze flicking around the room, none of the other member paying attention to what was happening at the other end of the couch.

Vernon shoots you a grin before his fingers graze over your panties, a small amount of tension releasing as you lean your head back against Mingyu’s shoulder, trying to push yourself against Vernon’s fingers. Vernon’s finger move slowly, lightly, just trailing over the fabric of your underwear, his eyes never moving from their forward position.

“More, please.” You whine under your breath, the loud soundtrack of the movie covering the words, only the two men closest to you hearing the plea. One of Mingyu’s hands shift, pulling some of the hair off your shoulder, his left pressing soft kisses on the skin, as Vernon’s fingers tug on the crotch of your underwear, shifting them to the side as his cold fingers finally make contact with your burning skin.

Your gasp is perfectly timed with the jump scare on the screen, the boys shooting your a quick look, your body tensing as they let out a short chuckle before turning their attention back to the movie. “You have to be quiet.” Mingyu mumbles against you, adding, “they can’t know that Vernon is about to stuff you full with his fingers.”

Vernon seems to take that as his cue, his finger only just dipping between your folds, grazing against your walls before pulling back out spreading the growing wetness over you. His fingers move in the same similar pattern, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. Mingyu’s hands drop from your waist to sit on your hips pushing them back down onto the couch as they buck forwards, chasing after Vernon’s fingers as he pulls them out again.

You hand reaches out and tugs Vernon’s finger back to you, guiding them back to your entrance. “Get it done, Hansol.” You hiss, the slow growing tightness it your abdomen pulsing as he pushes back inside of you, his smug smile growing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your teeth biting down on your lower lip.

Mingyu was right, his fingers really do stuff you full. Vernon uses his wrist to get as much leverage as possible, his fingers pumping faster, curling as they bottom out inside of you, you can feel your hips trying to rock against the couch, Mingyu straining to hold you in place.

“Baby, you need to stay still.” Mingyu hisses in your ear, your lip is still trapped between your teeth, your eyes finally opening as Vernon slides in a third finger.

“I’m so close.” You whine quietly, Vernon coughing to cover the sound, his hand turning slightly so his thumb can put light pressure on your clit. “fuck.” You curse under your breath, feeling mingyu’s shoulder shake slightly as he chuckles leaning a little more towards Vernon.

“Wrap it up, man.” He whispers, Vernon nodding quickly.

It feels like your body is lifting off the couch as Vernon shoves a fourth finger in, his hand moving quicker than you’d ever seen the calm boy move - Mingyu lifts one hand off your hips and holds it to your mouth.

“Bite down.” He says, you oblige taking the heel of his thumb into your mouth, your teeth digging into the skin - Mingyu lets out a short grunt with a small cough at the end, his remaining hand the only thing keeping you on the soft fabric of the couch.

It doesn’t take long for Vernon’s finger to bring you to your climax, your teeth clamping down harder on Mingyu’s hand to stop yourself from making any sound as you slap your thighs shut around Vernon’s hand, thankful for the large covering Mingyu’s man made tent over your lower body is giving you.

You chest heaves as you slowly release Mingyu’s hand, keeping Vernon’s fingers trapped inside of you while your pussy continues to throb, coming down slowly from your high, the movie finally coming to an end with a bang, not that you had any clue what had happened throughout.

Mingyu finally manages to pry your thighs apart, Vernon managing to slip his fingers out, looking your directly in the eyes as he sucks them into his mouth, his eyes closing with a please sigh.

You feel Mingyu’s phone buzz besides you, the man unlocking the screen, his arms wrapped back around your body.

‘Did I prove myself?’ The message from Vernon was bright on Mingyu’s screen, the man behind you chuckling as you quickly nod your head. Mingyu sends through a thumbs up emoji, before stretching his arms above his head as the credits roll on the screen.

“So what did everyone think?” Vernon asks the groups as Seungkwan turns the lamp in the corner of the room back on.

“It was good.” Hoshi says quickly, pleased with the horror choice. “I really like the part where the car scene.” He adds quickly, looking over at your body wrapped up in your boyfriend. “It must’ve really got you.” He teases.

“Oh, yeah, jump scares always get me.” You mumble out, trying to ignore the way Mingyu’s chest rumbles against your back.

“I think we’re going to head to bed before the next movie, my little princess is a bit tired.” Mingyu says to the group before lifting himself onto the back of the couch, jumping out of his spot from behind you, offering his hand to help you off the couch.

“I’ll see everyone in the morning.” You bid everyone a quick goodnight, your hand clasped with Mingyu’s as he drags you to the end of the hallway into his bedroom. Mingyu pauses for a moment while you enter the room, you can tell he's hesitant about something.

“Is it time for our talk?” Mingyu questions as he close the door behind the two of you, his back pressing up against the wooden door. You nod as you pad towards the bed.

“I’m just worried.” You say, climbing into the middle of the bed.

“Worried about what?”

“I don’t know, just the way some of the guys are acting these days.” You huff as you slump against the mattress looking up at the roof, hearing the way Mingyu slides down the door to sit on the floor.

“How are they acting? Is anyone being rude?” He questions quickly as your just shake your head quickly.

“It just feels different, you know? Like the other day Seungkwan called me at work and took me to lunch. Or the other week Wonwoo asked if he could brush and braid my hair when I got out of the shower.” You say quickly, giving examples of the weird encounters you were starting to have with the members.

“So you’re worried cause they’re being nice? They care about you, you’re like everyones best friend.” Mingyu responds and your groan.

“You don’t get it feels like more than just a friendship thing. It feels like a boyfriend thing.”

“Wait, what does that mean? I don’t get it.” Mingyu asks.

“They’re acting like a boyfriend does, not just like a friend.” You says quickly before sitting up on the bed. “Gyu, I’m just worried that they’re getting to attached to whatever this is. You said it yourself when we started this, that they’re all a little touch starved, maybe they’re attaching themselves to me, to what they want to have.”

Mingyu seems more alert now, your words seeming to have triggered something in him. His eyes are down cast, as he waits for you to keep talking, when you don’t he speaks softly. “Is that a bad thing?”

You can’t help but tilt your head in confusion not understanding what he meant. Mingyu moves slowly moving on his knees until he sits next to the bed, his hands reaching out for yours. You reach for him, both his hand capturing one of yours, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.

“Is it such a bad thing if they treat you like that? Is it so bad if they do get attached?” Mingyu continues, “I mean if it makes you uncomfortable I’ll talk to them but do you really hate that they care for you so much?”

You shake your head quickly at Mingyu’s questions, letting out another long sigh. “I don’t hate it, I just don’t… Where is this going to go gyu? How is this going to end up as a happily ever after? I can’t date thirteen people at once.”

“Nothing needs to be decided right now, but I don’t see any problems so far, I think we should just let things run their course.” You nod giving your hand a quick shake trying to get Mingyu to release it from between his two large ones.

“Stop thinking about the future so much, we will face things head on when they arise, for now just enjoy the fact that you get to be pampered by everyone in this house right now. Enjoy the fact that you have thirteen men who are so goddamn infatuated with you they have zero cares for anything else.” Mingyu says, finally releasing your hands as he crawls up onto the mattress, his body forcing you to to lie back, caging you against the soft material of his sheets.

“No matter how this ends, it’ll always come back to me and you.” He reassures you, pressing soft kisses all over your face until you let out soft chuckles, trying to get away from the tickle of his breath on your neck.

“Fine, but if things start getting messy I’m out.” You say, smiling as Mingyu releases the tension in his arm, his body falling on top of yours, his arms wrapping around you pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. “You can be out anytime, but not right now, I’m too comfortable.” Mingyu says against your sternum, his head tucked against your chest as he lets out a content sigh.

“Mingyu, I still haven’t even showered yet, and despite the fact the you’re comfortable my underwear is wet and riding up my ass.” You manage to pry Mingyu’s arms off of you, shuffling down the bed until your can slip out from under the oversized man’s body.

Mingyu rolls onto his back watching as you gather your fresh clothes and a towel reaching for the bedroom door.

“Do you need me to help you?” Mingyu coos, your head shaking in disbelief as you exit the room with a blunt, “nope.”

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Hi!! I hope you are doing well :) just wanted to let you know that I regularly check on your profile to see if you posted another one of your wonderful writings that I love so much!! I am so excited just to think about potential new fics/updates!! Take care of yourself and thank you for sharing your work💗

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Do you have a master list

I do have a master list. It’s the pinned post on my page. I haven’t updated in a bit but it’s got most of my works on it.

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christmas favour ⎜ lsm

🎄 Pairings: seokmin x reader ⎜ ft best friend seungkwan

🎄 Genre: romance ⎜ smut ⎜ christmas ⎜ceo!seokmin ⎜fake dating ⎜

🎄 Warnings: creepy boss ⎜ nothing against anyone called minhyuk ⎜sexual harassment ⎜ fake dating ⎜friends to lovers ⎜uncomfortable situation with a boss⎜hero seokmin ⎜oral (f receiving) ⎜ semi public sex ⎜ car sex ⎜ praise ⎜ body worship ⎜

🎄 Summary: You just wanted to avoid your creepy boss, you didn't know you would have to rely on an old friend to be your imaginary boyfriend.

🎄 Word Count: 5.3k

🎄 Author Note: DK is my ULT bias so this took me a long time to write and really do him justice - I hope everyone enjoys! note anything in italics is a flashback/memory.

“The Christmas dinner will be held on Friday night at seven o’clock.” You boss begins concluding the meeting, shuffling his own papers into a pile before looking up at the group. “No kids permitted but partners are welcomed.” He adds looking at each of his team leaders, his eyes landing on you at the end of the table, “I look forwards to meeting everyone’s significant others.” Your bosses eyes linger for a second too long before he calls your name, “Would you mind staying for a little bit longer?” You nod in response, pretending to organise your papers as your other colleagues shuffle out of the meeting room.

“So, are we going to be expecting your boyfriend to be attending this year?” Your boss asks as the last person leaves the meeting room, the door swinging closed. You let out a quiet sigh as you turn towards your boss, a tight smile on your face. “You two have been together for a while now and we’ve never met him.” Your boss continues, taking a few long strides till he stand in front of you. “I just find it funny, is all.” He tries to explain.

You take deep breaths as you try to force yourself to stay still, the older man tucking a long piece of hair behind you ear. To him you’re sure the gesture seemed sweet and romantic, but to you it was a threat, a show of power.

“I’ll see what I can do. He works night shifts so it’s hard to rearrange his schedule.” You say lightly, holding your papers tight to your chest, trying your hardest not to watch as your boss gazes over your body.

“Well I expect him to be there…” You boss says, and you let out a breath thinking he would take the hint, but your body tenses again as he leans forwards, his lips pressing just below your ear, “otherwise I’ll have to assume you’re lying to me.” You continue to smile as your boss glances at you one more time before sauntering out of the room, your body falling into one of the table chairs, a shiver running up your spine.

“Maybe I am lying to you, you absolute piece of garbage.” You hiss, wanting to cry out the frustration of your creepy boss. “What kind of disgusting, egotistical maniac think they can touch their employe— oh hey seungkwan.” You stop yourself short in your rant, only just noticing the wide eyed man who walks into the room.

“Everything alright?” He asks you as you slump further into your chair, embarrassed that you just got caught cussing out your boss.

“Yep, everything is fine. Why wouldn’t everything be fine?” You have to admit that you’re beginning to sound unhinged, the man taking slow steps towards you as he takes in the clear distress on your face.

“Is it Minhyuk again?” Seungkwan asks and you just nod, another anxious shiver running through your body. “Have you mentioned it to anyone?” He questions as he pulls out a chair, sitting down besides you, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

“I’ve been to HR, he’s my direct supervisor so no one will do anything. He’s my boss Seungkwan there is nothing I can do except suck it up.” You rub your face lightly, trying to ignore the way Seungkwan watches you with concern.

“What about Seokmin?” Seungkwan says softly. You head whipping towards him in surprise. Seungkwan didn’t speak about his step brother often but you had met him a few times when Seungkwan had dragged you home with him for the holidays.

“What about him?” You ask confused about where he was going with his suggestion.

“Well there is no one higher up then him in this company, and I’m sure if you asked him for help he would do his best.” Seungkwan was always someone who expected the best from everyone.

“He has bigger things to worry about, than an entry level employee and her boundary crossing boss.” You whine, pushing the hair out of your face before standing from your chair, smiling one last time at your friend, hoping it reaches your eyes enough to convince him.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassure the man, who shakes his head in disbelief but says nothing more, watching as you leave the meeting room, his phone already in his hand.

You managed to convince your supervisor that you needed to rush home for personal reasons, the words ‘time of the month’ and ‘huge mess’ may have been thrown around to make the man as uncomfortable as possible, he quickly ushered you to get your bag and head home as soon as possible.

You were quick to grab your stuff and bid a quick farewell to your desk mate and rush home, your car stuttering to a stop in your townhouse driveway, your head falling against your steering wheel as you let out a long groan of frustration.

What the hell where you going to do?

You had no boyfriend?

You barely had friends, and certainly not single ones you could convince to pretend to be your boyfriend for the Christmas party. You smack your hands against your steering wheel once more before grabbing your bag and stomping your way inside.

Your night consists of ordering the greasiest cheeseburger you can find on your phone and sitting in your pyjamas with a permanent frown on your face - you had four days.

If you didn’t find someone by Friday you would have to admit to everyone on your team… in your department that you had lied about having a boyfriend.

“I could always stage a break up.” You say to yourself, looking down at the cat sitting on the rug with a frown, shoving another piece of chocolate into your mouth as you shake your head. “Oh, what if I stage an accident, like fall down the stairs or something. Wouldn’t have to go to the Christmas party then.” Your idea seems to enter the room and then dissipate as quickly as you spit it out. You glare at your cat once more, huffing as he stretches his little limbs blinking at you innocently.

“You really are no help.” You pout at him, your body jumping as a loud knock sounds against your front door. “Must be the food.” You say to your cat who is sitting at alert besides the couch, growling at the front door.

You rush forwards wiping your hands on your pants as you turn the lock of your front door, opening it quickly with the excitement of fast food.

“Seokmin?” You question, looking at the tall man who stands on your front steps, he holds your delivery food in his hand and stares at you with a shy grin. “I caught the delivery man as I was pulling up.” He says handing you the bag with food. You nod slowly as you take the food from him, motioning for him to follow you inside.

“Why are you here?” You ask as you drop the bag onto the kitchen bench, facing the man with a scowl. “Seungkwan told you, didn’t he?” You continue, sighing for the hundredth time today as the man nods his head, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

“He wasn’t specific, he just said you were having problems at work.” He answers, smiling as you cats rubs against his legs. “Hey fish.” He greets the silver furred cretin with a quick scratch before turning back to you.

“I know things were a bit awkward since that night, but you know you can always tell me if something is going on, right?” He starts, his words bringing back the memories of your night together six months ago.

“Please, Min, I need more.” Your voice was quiet and breathy. You remember him grinning down at you, his nose bumping against your jawline as his fingers continue their agonising pace.

The two of you seem to be thinking about the same thing as Seokmin clears his throat, bringing your attention back to the present. You shake your head, letting out a laugh of disbelief.

“I’ve tried reaching out to the other department heads Seokmin, but nothing will happen. Nothing will change.” You mumbles, crossing your arms over your chest as you try to shake away the memories of the two of you together.

“Seungkwan mentioned it was something about your department supervisor, Minhyuk? ” He asks and you don’t even bother answering him, he should know the answer. “He said that your supervisor has been crossing boundaries with you.” He continues, you continue to stay silent.

It’s Seokmin’s turn to sigh as he places himself on the arm of your couch, pushing some hair out of his face.

You never fail to notice how handsome he is. Especially with his hair growing out, it was fluffy on top of his head, obviously freshly washed, he wore gold wire framed glasses the only thing that had changed since the first time you met him. Seokmin looks to the ground as he sweeps the fluffy, brown hair out of his face, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

“Why didn’t you come to me about any of this?” Seokmin questions and you shrug, pulling the fries out of the bag, stuffing a few in your mouth to avoid actually having to answer the question. Seokmin waits, his patience has always been astronomical compared to yours, he waits till you swallow the salty fries before gesturing for you to answer the question.

“What did you want me to tell you?” You complain, blowing at a loose piece of hair which falls in your eyes. “Hey Seokmin, I know we don’t really talk since last year but I thought I should mention that my supervisor is so pushy with me I had to make up an imaginary boyfriend so he’d leave me alone.” You start, watching as Seokmin’s face remains neutral.

“How about, ‘Hey Mr CEO, that I fucked last Christmas at your parents house, you know my supervisor, yeah he likes to try and squeeze my thigh during meetings’.” You can’t hep but scoff as you say the words yourself. You know that you’re probably making things harder, that he’s just trying to help you but you can’t help the anger that bubbles under your skin.

“You don’t get to come here and ask why I didn’t ask you for help.” You insist, turning away from him as he stand from his spot on the couch. “We aren’t really friends Seokmin, and frankly you’re the CEO not the HR department, this should be the least of your concerns.”

This time it’s Seokmin’s turn scoff, his hand tucking into his coat pockets as he watches you pace around the dining room. “Maybe we’re not as close as you and Seungkwan are but I’ve spent every Christmas with you for the last five years. And if one of my employees is getting sexually harassed, regardless of my affection towards them, it should be at the top of my priority list. What he’s doing, isn’t acceptable.”

You can’t say you’d ever seen Seokmin angry before. He was always a very calm person, maybe someone who had too much energy.

But he never got angry.

At anyone.

Ever.

You can’t help but take a step away from him, his voice louder than he intended, his hands clenched inside his pockets as he takes a few breaths, trying to calm himself. “I’m not angry with you.” He mumbles, his hands falling out of his pockets as he drops his head, scratching the back of his head.

“I know.” You whisper, watching him hesitantly.

“Your affections for me?” You repeat under your breath, noticing the way the red rises on Seokmin’s neck, his expression showing his silent self scoldings.

“Look, this probably isn’t something that will be fixed in the next four days.” Seokmin says and you nod. It’s what you were expecting him to say. You pick up another hot chunk of potato, dropping it in your mouth. “But, it is going to be bumped up with HR, they will do a full investigation.” He says, finally lifting his gaze from the floor.

“In the meantime, what can I do to help?” His question catches you by surprise, the fry catching in your throat as you choke out a cough, staring at the man as if he had grown another head, a comfortable smile on his face as he watches you suffer.

“What do you mean?” You respond as you pound your fist on your chest, clearing your throat of the potato.

“You said you had to make up an imaginary boyfriend to get the guy off your back, right?” He reiterates.

You nod.

“So why don’t I pretend to be your boyfriend?” You can’t stop the laugh that escapes you, “Think of it as a christmas favour” he continues, you are bending at the waist as the laugh shakes your shoulders and aches in your stomach.

“How am I meant to explain that? Oh yes, my boyfriend that I’ve never brought to a company get together is actually the boss.” You continue to laugh, letting it settle a little as Seokmin stays silent. “Oh, you were serious?”

“I don’t see what other choice you have.” He says softly. “Other than admitting to a room of adults that you have an imaginary boyfriend.” His words sink to the pit of your stomach.

Fuck.

“Can you stop fidgeting?” Seokmin chastises as you adjust your dress once more as you look at yourself in the mirror. The light blue dress was something Seokmin has been insistent on your wearing as he perused your closet the other day. The two of you had spent the last three days deciding on the story you would weave to convince your coworkers of your dating history.

“Remember we need to stick to the truth as much as possible, it’ll make things easier.” He had said the night you sat down with pizza to hash out your relationship. “We met through Seungkwan.” He said quickly, the truth.

“We spent christmas break together and decided to seek out something more with each other.” He continued, watching as your wrote it down. “We kept things a secret to avoid any scandals at work but decided after five years it was time to let everyone know.” You nodded as you jotted his words down on the piece of paper.

“I’ll pull some strings with Joshua in HR, ask him to play along, pretend there was a contract always filled out.” Seokmin says quietly and you froze, your head shooting up to glance at him. “Don’t worry he’s an old friend, he won’t snitch.” His smile eases you and you jot it down on the paper.

“Do you think this will actually work?” You ask turning away from the mirror towards him. His own hands finish smoothing out the vest of his pin stripe suit.

“It will. I’ll make it work.” He assures you, his sunshine grin dampening any concerns that still drifted through your head. “We better head off if we want to get there in time.” You lean over to your bed, picking up the white purse slinging it over your shoulder. You watch him tuck his arms inside the suit jacket, straightening the expensive material.

The work christmas party always involved people dressing to the nines - everyone wanted one day to pretend they were rich and famous, right? Seokmin has splurged on his suit, claiming “if we are announcing that we’re together I want to leave a good impression.” You had balked at his words, this man was acting as if he was some stranger to the people attending, not the CEO of the company he worked at, not like he was the man that had paid for the whole party.

Seokmin has prepaid a car to take you both to the event and both to your separate homes afterwards, he had spared no expense to make it seem as if you were really dating.

The car ride is filled mainly with the two of you rerunning the story, the plan. You were to enter the building first alone, Seokmin would come in after and fulfil his duties to the shareholders, he would always be within earshot in case you needed anything. He would eventually introduce himself to Minhyuk as your secret boyfriend, as quietly as possible.

Seokmin gives you a bright grin as his driver opens the car door, offering you a hand to slide out of the car. You return a tight smile back, repeating the words Seokmin has whispered in your ears as the car pulled up to the venue.

“I will be there the whole time, if you want to leave just squeeze my hand twice.”

Your entrance to the party was easy, you said brief hello’s and gave holiday greeting to the employees that you knew, keeping an eye out for your supervisor amongst the already tipsy guests. You manage to spot Joshua from HR in the crowd the man giving you a wink and a cheeky smile from across the room.

“I feel like you’re going to need this.” Seungkwan whispers in your ear, handing you the glass of champagne. He was aware of the plan with Seokmin, it felt wrong to leave him out of it. Seungkwan stands a few steps away as he takes in your appearance. “You look amazing by the way.” He mumbles.

The gown was an old bridesmaid dress you wore two years ago, the hundred a fifty dollars it costs meant it stayed in your closet dreaming of being worn again. It was aline, tight along the bodice, the square neckline resembling a corset of sorts, the skirt of the dress a little more dramatic as it dropped off your hips. Your favourite part was how the dress tied with straps against your bare back, just grazing the base of your spine with the skirt fabric.

The room falls quiet as a presence walks through the door. Seokmin somehow managed to look larger in his suit. The three piece pin stripe attire fitting him with perfection, accentuation his broad shoulders and defined waist. The man exuding calmness as he walked in, welcoming everyone with a beaming ‘Merry Christmas’, the party resuming as the first chairman greeted the young CEO.

Seungkwan held his glass up in a cheers as the two of you continued your night by the bar, gossiping about the mothers who decided tonight was their night. You had managed to make it two hours into the party before even catching a glimpse of the man you hoped would be too drunk to notice you were even here.

You could feel him finally catch you in the crowd, his eyes darkened as he spots you alone beside Seungkwan. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.” You say, handing your friend the empty glass of champagne, scuffling through the crowd hoping to escape to the restroom before your supervisor could catch up to you.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” The voice calls from behind you, the hand gripping your forearm and wrenching you away from the bathroom door only a metre away. You let out a surprised yelp as Minhyuk grips your arm pulling you towards him.

“Let go of me.” You hiss as you try to tug your arm free of his grip. You could tell his was drunk, the way his steps stumbled, his eyes were blurred, not to mention the wafting smell of overpriced liquor. The man just laughed at your attempts to free your arm, reaching out with his other hand to secure you other arm as well.

“I must say you look delicious as always.” He croons, his eyes grazing over your body as he takes in the tight bodice of your dress. “I was surprise to see you show up alone, couldn’t convince your boyfriend to tag along?” He teases, a shiver running up your spine as he pulls your closed to him, his breath running along the skin of your neck.

“Minhyuk, let me go.” You say again, your voice not wavering as you look around for other passerby’s. “I won’t ask again, this is assault.”

“You know, I’ve always wondered if maybe you just made up your boyfriend, pretended to play hardball. You’ve always known how much I’ve wanted you, maybe you’re doing all this to tease me.” His words are slurred as he presses a wet kiss to your neck, your body tensing up.

“Please don’t do this.” You plead, “Just let me go.” You ask one more time. You knew a drunk man was more likely to do things he shouldn’t, and with how brash Minhyuk was sober your doubted he’d show you much professionalism while intoxicated. You tug your arms one more time, hoping to free at least one of them, when a hand reaches out to grip your assailants wrist.

“She asked you three times.” Seokmin’s voice is dangerously low, he squeezes against the wrist hard, Minhyuk letting out a pained groan as he releases your left arm. You watch in silence as Seokmin takes a step in front of you, reaching out to take Minhyuk’s other wrist, repeating the action until both your arms are free, Seokmin having a tight hold of the drunk man’s arms.

“Listen closely, because I will only say it once.” Seokmin starts, his eyebrows drawn tight as he leans in, “You will be escorted to your office, you will collect your belongings and vacate the building immediately, any resistance and you can sober up at the local police station.” You watch as Minhyuk’s face pales, his eyes darting between you and his boss.

“Don’t look at her.” Seokmin snaps.

“You will be issued with a two week notice on Monday but you are not to return to the building on any circumstances, are we clear?” He says, your ex-supervisor nodding furiously as Seokmin releases his arms, you recognise the large figure that steps up behind him as the security guard in the lobby.

“Take good care of him, Seungcheol.” Seokmin says with a tight nod, Seungcheol just grins back in response.

You let out a shaky sigh as Seokmin turns towards you, his hand reaching out for you.

“Did he hurt you?” He questions as he touches your arms gently. So gently you barely feel his fingers smooth the red bruising on your skin.

“I’m okay.” You whisper, watching him look at the redness on your wrists with a frown. “Really, Min, I’m okay.” You reiterate, his gaze finally snapping up to your face, his warm hands wrapping around your burning wrists, the one gesture soothing the ache.

“I should’ve stayed with you.” He grumbles, his frown still sitting on his face. You smile and shake your head.

You tug on your arms lightly, a clear difference between the man standing before you and the one that had been escorted away. Seokmin releases you easily, his frown growing as he fears you’ll step away from him. Your hands reach out pushing some of his neatly swept hair back into place, the locks having fallen in front of his eyes in his rush to get to you.

“I am okay.” You say one more time, your hands sitting on Seokmin’s cheeks as you force his to keep eye contact, to ensure he understand that you’re telling the truth. His expression relaxes slightly as he looks down at you, his eyes scanning you for any signs of untruth.

You shake your head with a light laugh as you step forward, stepping up onto your tippy toes as you press a soft kiss to his mouth. “My hero.” You coo, as you fall back to the base of your heels, smiling up at your sunshine.

Seokmin stands stunned for a few minutes before breaking out in a grin. He takes his turn, leaning down slowly, catching your lips with his. The kiss is soft, sweet, his hands gentle against the bare skin of your back as you pulls you to him. You fingers scratch at the base of his skull, fiddling with the hair.

“I don’t know if this is appropriate after what happened.” He whispers against your lips but you just shrug, kissing him again.

“Fuck appropriate.” You huff, pulling your face away from his, one of your hands sliding down from his cheeks, trailing over his forearm before grabbing his hand, squeezing twice. “I think you should take me home.”

Seokmin doesn’t waste time, he steps away from you, lacing your fingers together as he looks for the quickest escape route. The party is in full swing, as he guides you through the crowd, managing to somehow avoid every drunk colleague that tries to grab him for a conversation. You chuckle, as he side steps one of the sponsors, tugging you after him as he smack the button for the elevator.

“The driver is on his break.” Seokmin says softly, as the elevator doors open, pulling the SUV’s keys from his jacket pocket. He hadn’t expected to leave for another hour or two and had told his driver to go down the street to get dinner.

The elevator doors close, and you lean up pressing a breezy kiss on the underside of his ears, nipping at the skin lightly with your teeth.

“The car will have to do.” You speak against his flushed skin, the man letting out a shudder as he holds your hand tighter, flashes of your night together last christmas flashing in your head.

You laid on Seokmin’s twin bed, his old checkered sheets from his college days still adorning the ten year old mattress.

“You have to be quiet.” He hisses at you as he hikes your skirt further up your legs, the fabric gathering at your waist as he looks down at your dripping cunt with excitement. Seokmin’s hands graze your thighs as he trails them to the waistband of your panties. He guides the soft lace down your legs with ease, tugging it gently off each foot as he moves back up your body, his soft, hot breaths raising goosebumps on your skin.

“These will help.” He says softly against your cheek as he raising your soaked panties to your lips, watching with darkened gaze as you open your mouth and welcome in the fabric, the sweet scent of yourself filling your nose.

You let out a stranger moan as you close your mouth around the underwear, your breathing heavier as you watch Seokmin delve between your legs. He feasts like a man starved, one hand on each thigh holding you open as his tongue ravishes you. He doesn’t pull away for breath as your hips start bucking against his face, the tip of his nose grazing against you clit.

You let out another whine, as there is a heavy knock at the door. You torso shoots up from the bed at the sound. You’re so close to getting caught.

“Seokmin, are you in there?” Seungkwan asks through the thick wood door. You remember Seokmin turning the lock on the door when you had both rushed into the room, attached together. Seokmin doesn’t answer his step brother, sucking your swollen clit into your mouth. Your hips thrust upwards furiously as you hold your hand over your gagged mouth.

You wince as Seungkwan knocks again, Seokmin letting out a feral growl of “no.” as you try to move away from him, tugging on your thighs, pulling you further down the bed, tighter against his mouth. You manage to hold in your helpless moans for another minute until you hear Seungkwan’s steps retreat back down the hall.

It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to rage through you, Seokmin’s mouth catching every last drop of cum that leaks from your swollen pussy.

“We are not even close to finished.” He smiles, like a cat who got the milk.

The sound of Seokmin wrenching open the car door brings you back to the moment, the man clambering inside the car, tugging you in after him. The door slams closed as Seokmin pulls you into his lap, his mouth finding the scented skin of your neck, letting out a long groan as the fresh smell of mango hits his senses.

“This is so fucking wrong.” He swears, as you tug the dress up around your hips, straddling his thick things as he glances over your body. You just smile, your hands reaching for his belt. Seokmin puts up no resistance as you loosen the faux leather, tugging his button open and pulling down the zipper just as quickly.

“We can do things right later.” You say, “Right now I need your dick inside me.” Seokmin hisses as your hand reaches into his tight breaches, pulling his hard cock from the restraints of his underwear.

“Are you sure this isn’t some kind of hero complex?” He asks, as you pump his cock a few times, sliding the oozing pre cum down his length. “I heard girls tend to feel like they owe favours when someone helps them.” Seokmin groans out as your adjust your panties under your dress, shuffling further into his lap as his cock grazes your folds.

“I don’t owe you anything.” You say softly, looking down at him as his cock sinks inside of you. “This is you doing me a favour.” You add, letting out a sigh of relief as Seokmin’s hands grip your hips, helping you slide down him slowly.

“Can’t argue with that.” He responds, his voice light as you close your eyes the feeling of his thick cock bottoming out inside of you, relishing in the burning skin of your face. He leans forwards pressing soft kiss against your shoulders as you rock your hips forwards and back.

“I’m so glad you’re rich.” You whine as Seokmin sucks harshly against your skin, his gaze shooting to you confused for a moment before his lips reattach to your jaw. “You windows are tinted and no one can see their boss fucking his employee aka his step brothers best friend.” You coo, the man beneath you bucking his hips up at your words.

“Does that turn you on?” You question with surprise. Seokmin just nods, the idea of public sex always high on his turn on list, maybe that’s why the two of you found yourself in his childhood bedroom last year, his family just downstairs eating christmas dinner.

“God, you’re so pretty.” He mumbles as he pushes hair of your shoulder, glacing down at your heaving chest, pressing kisses on any skin that available to him. Your thighs work hard in rising you up slightly, before dropping you back down, your hips bucking forwards every time his pelvis rubs against your clit.

“Say it again.” You mumble, your lip catching between your teeth as he trails soft touches over your skin.

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He says.

“I would give anything to have you like this, on top of me, every night.” He continues, his own hips bucking up to meet you as he feels your thrusts begin to slow.

“I want you to be mine, I want us to be something more.” He whispers, tucking hair behind your ear, his hand resting against your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, pressing a gentle peck against his wrist as he smiles up at you.

“You’re perfect.” He says in awe as your thighs clench, your body stopping as you let out a small whimper falling against his chest. His hips thrust up a few times before he’s joining you in your high, heavy gasps the only thing filling the car.

The windows were fogged up, the both of you with a light layer of sweat on your skin.

“Do you think you’re driver will be mad?” You question, tugging a laugh from the tired man under you.

“Probably.” Seokmin answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek before helping you off of him, adjusting your dress to the best of his abilities. It was a problem he’d deal with later.

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Play Along : The Series ⎜pt 8

✧ Pairings: Mingyu x Reader ⎜Wonwoo x Reader ⎜

✧ Genre: Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: spiked chocolate ⎜vibrators ⎜soft sex ⎜ wonwoo has a lot of love tbh ⎜slight thigh riding ⎜desperate reader ⎜ soft dom! wonwoo ⎜dick riding ⎜praise kink ⎜ sub/switch reader ⎜confession kinda? ⎜ crying ⎜ use of safe word ⎜

✧ Word Count: 3.4 k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay with this chapter - it is essentially just porn with tiny amount of plot so... enjoy?

(UNEDITED)

“What the fuck was in that chocolate, Mingyu?” You hiss into your phone as you pace the bedroom, you let out another annoyed whine as a tingle runs up your spine, the feeling between your legs growing.

“Why would you eat them anyway? You knew they were spiked.” Mingyu groans into the phone, you can hear him shuffling around the hotel room, presumably unpacking his suitcase as he speaks to you.

“I didn’t think they’d be this strong.” You huff, taking a seat on the end of your bed, rubbing your thighs together to ease as much tension as possible. “Mingyu, it hurts.” You whine again, trying to avoid the urge to stick your hand in your pants.

“I know, but I’m in Tokyo for a photoshoot. What do you want me to do, fly back and fuck you?” He laughs into the phone, his laughter faltering as you let out a long moan as your hand cups your heat.

“That would be a good place to start.” You hiss, your thighs still rubbing together, your hand staying trapped between your leg. Mingyu whispers something under his breath at you, not loud enough for you to catch.

“Baby, are you at the dorms right now?” He asks, you can hear him pick up his phone, typing on it quickly as you hear it ding back at him with a response.

“Yes.” You whisper, you had slept over last night after your adventures with your boyfriend and a new playstation game. He had left early in the morning to catch his flight and you had hung around his room for most of the day, only saying hello to Seungkwan as he left to play volleyball with some friends, the lovely boy bringing you a glass of water as you continued to play the game. “No one is here, Gyu.” You remind him, “They all left for practice like two hours ago.” You add, flopping back onto the bed as you let out a frustrated groan.

“I’m going to die because of this stupid chocolate. Why did you buy this shit anyway?” You speak into the phone beside your head, a smile growing on your face as you head Mingyu’s warm chuckle.

“You’re not going to die help is on the way, my love.” Mingyu says, as you hear more ruffling on his end of the phone. “While you wait, your going to have to try and relieve some of the pressure, we don’t want you dying.” He teases into the phone.

“You think I haven’t tried, it’s been three hours Mingyu, my fingers aren’t doing anything.”

“No, but look in the third draw beside my bed, there should be something in there that can help.” He responds, your body flying off the bed as you dig into the drawer filled with socks. You recognise the feeling of the bullet vibrator before you can even see it, the cold metal digging into your palm. “Give it a go, baby.” His voice rumbles through your phone speaker.

You close the draw and slide back onto the bed, your back flush agains the mattress as you shuffle the sweatsuit pants down your legs, kicking them off to the side as you brace your feet against the mattress, your legs open, your cunt on full display to the bedroom door.

You don’t waste time in turning the vibrator to full power, pressing the cold metal against your clit the vibrations pulling a long moan out of you. “Shit.” You curse, your chest already heaving as you slide the small bullet up and down your soaking folds.

“Gyu?” You question into the room, getting a hum in response. “Can you talk to me? It’s weird doing this alone.” You mumble, your hips bucking as your press the vibrator flush against your slit.

“Talk about what?” He asks and you sigh out in relief as you feel the tension building in your abdomen.

“Anything, how was the flight? Who’s going to be my hero? Anything.” You answer, your thighs falling agains the mattress as your spare hand lifts your shirt, lightly trailing across your chest, trying to relieve the tight feeling in your breasts.

“They’re almost there, just a bit longer.” He says as his phone dings, Mingyu rambles on about his flight, the hotel he’s staying in, how much he wishes he could be with you now. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He groans into the phone, your own words had stopped long ago, the building in your abdomen fluctuating but never getting to the very edge.

“It’s not working, gyu.” You hiss, your body tensing as you hear the tell tale sign of the front door being unlocked.

“He should be there, he’s gonna take good care of you, I’ll call you later.” Mingyu whisper into the phone, he makes a large smooch sound and hangs up with an ‘I love you’.

“Petal?” A deep voice calls into the apartment, a whimper in response being the only thing letting him know where you are. “Mingyu told me it was an emergency, are you okay?” The voice questions as they walk down the hallway, you let out another whimper, their steps speeding up as they reach the bedroom door. “I’m coming in, okay?” The door swings open, the man out of breath as he takes in the sight of you on his best friends bed, your legs open wide, your cunt dripping onto the comforter.

“Wonwoo, please help.” You plead, your eyes squeezing shut as you slide the vibrator inside of you before running it back along your clit. Wonwoo stands in the door way for a second, not knowing how to react to the sight of you sprawled out on the mattress in front of him. Your eyes force themselves open as wonwoo whips out his phone from his back pocket, tapping on the screen a few times before pressing it to his ear.

“What the fuck is this?” He yells into the phones, his eyes locking with yours and not daring to lose the contact. You can hear Mingyu’s voice rumble through the speaker as Wonwoo pushes the hair out of his face. “You could’ve warned me.” Wonwoo mumbles.

“You wouldn’t have gone if I told you, she needs you to help her because I can’t.” You can only just hear Mingyu’s voice through the phone, your body wishing the large man was here with you now. “She trust you Wonwoo…” there’s a short pause before he adds, “I trust you. Take good care of her.” Wonwoo nods, speaking something else into the phone quickly before hanging up the call and taking in your condition.

“It was spiked chocolate.” You explain as your hand stops its movement with the vibrator. “Mingyu bought it for my birthday, it was supposed to be fun.” You continue clicking the vibrator off as you sit up on the mattress, your shirt falling back down to your hips. “This has not been fun at all.” You frown as you watch the frozen man in the doorway. He seems to be stuck in a weird state of wanting to do something and not knowing what to do.

“Wonwoo, I really need you to fuck me.” You coo, “I don’t care how, I just need to get rid of this stupid tingling.” You continue, standing up from the bed and opening up your arms to him.

Wonwoo doesn’t waste another second, rushing forwards and pulling your body against his, his lips catching yours in a tender kiss. Wonwoo holds you tight against him as you kiss, his arms wrapped around your body, your own arms slung over his shoulders, your hands holding the back of his neck. You let out a gasp as his thigh slips between your legs, pressing up against your naked core.

“Grind, petal.” He whispers against you mouth before delving back in, his tongue tickling the roof of your mouth before escaping back into his own, his lips finally leaving yours to press soft kisses down the side of your face. You roll your hips forwards on his legs the thick material of his jeans releasing a delectable sigh from you. You can feel Wonwoo smile against your skin as you let out another sigh, his thigh pressing harder against you.

Finally, is all you can think as you feel his thigh tense beneath you, his hands smoothing up and down your sides as he whispers soft praise against your skin. “So beautiful petal. You’re so pretty for me.”

“I need more, Wonwoo.” You plead, pulling his mouth away from the soft kisses he presses to your neck. You eye meet, his gaze wandering your face as he nods slowly pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before letting you go.

“How do you want me?” He asks, his hands tugging on the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head, waiting for you to respond. Your mouth gapes a little as you take in the sight of shirtless Wonwoo, his crooked grin growing as he watches you, watching him.

“Petal, I need an answer.” He says softly, regaining your focus as you look away from his toned shoulder up to his face, your teeth catching your lip.

“I don’t know.” You whisper, Wonwoo’s brows raising in surprise.

“You don’t know?” He questions as he takes a step towards you. You nod.

“Why are you hesitating? You were begging me two seconds ago to fuck you.” He continues, the heat in your belly grows as he takes another step towards you, reaching his hands out, they only ghost over the burning flesh of your arms, just barely touching you.

“Did you want me to put my shirt back on? Would you be able to make a decision then?” He asks and you shake your head quickly, your eyes still locked with his, waiting for his next move. “Then answer me, petal.”

“I’m nervous.” You say, your voice too quiet, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. “Mingyu said you have specific tastes.” You add, Wonwoo watching as your stumble through your sentence. “What if I don’t like what you like?”

“Petal.” Wonwoo coos, pushing the hair out of your face with a light touch, smiling as he takes one more step forwards, his hands sitting comfortably on your jaw. “Whatever you want is what I want. Whatever you like, I like.” He says softly, watching in relief as your body releases some tension. “I’m here for you, to help you feel good”

You watch him hesitantly, your words stuck deep in your chest, your silence so thick it’s suffocating for him. “I just want you, Petal. Anyway you’ll let me.” You can see the way he regrets the words as soon as he says them.

You nod slowly his words sinking in as you close your eyes for a moment, you can almost feel the way Wonwoo tenses, how he thinks he’s ruined everything.

You take a deep breath before stepping away from him, your hands mimicking his as you reach for the bottom of your shirt, tugging it over your head and throwing it to the side. “I want to ride you.” You eventually mumble out, Wonwoo moving quickly to climb onto the bed, lying on his back, his shoulder propped up on the pillows as he beckons you towards him.

You climb onto the bed, crawling your way over to your boyfriends best friend, stopping once you sit besides him. “What are you waiting for?” He asks as you pause looking at his sweatpants. Your hands slowly reach forwards grabbing hold of his waistband, Wonwoo offering you a reassuring nod as you begin to pull them down his thighs, his cock springing out of his underwear as you tug them down to.

God he was long.

Slimmer than Mingyu but definitely longer.

“Petal, I’m gonna need you to move a bit quicker.” He says softly, his hands resting behind his head as he watches you. “I don’t like being teased.” He adds and you nod, swallowing harshly as you tug the pants off the rest of the way, before swinging your leg over his, hovering over his pelvis.

You pause for a minute before leaning over him, opening the small box that sits on the window sill, pulling out one of mingyu’s condoms. “Would you mind?” You question as you show Wonwoo the wrapper.

“Whatever makes you comfortable.” He says, his jaw clenching as you tear open the package, your hand lightly grabbing hold of his cock. He lets out a hiss, as you run your hand up and down him a few times before placing the condom at the tip and slowly rolling it down.

“What did I say about teasing?” Wonwoo grits out, a sheepish smile growing on your face as you apologise.

You don’t waste much more time lining yourself up with his erection, slowly easing yourself down. You go an inch at a time, letting the feeling of his cock scraping against you settle before sinking a bit further, relishing in the feeling of your thigh burning.

“God, Wonwoo you feel so good.” You whine as your pelvis finally sits against his, his cock nudging against your cervix, as you try to slow your heaving chest, your hands braced against his abdomen as your eyes squeeze shut.

“Show me how you make yourself orgasm, petal.” He coos. “Use me like the dildo in Mingyu’s closet.” He teases, your cheeks burning at the mention of one of Mingyu’s favourite toys. He loved watching you fuck yourself in the shower, the dildo stuck to the wall as you suck his cock into your mouth.

Wonwoo grin is evil as he feels you clench, his words obviously triggering a memory in you. His smile fades as he feels you roll your hips forwards, your hands bracing against him, the only thing holding you upright as you let out a long groan.

He continues to lounge back, watching you buck your hips against him, chasing the feeling he knows has been building for hours. As your hips move more intensely he can feel his cock slip out slightly before slamming back in, the feeling making him swallow hard as your breathing harshens.

“Wonwoo, I can’t.” You whine, your fingers digging into his sides, your nails sure to leave marks in his soft skin.

“What can’t you do?” He says softly.

“Cum. I can’t cum, it’s been too long.” You continue to complain, your hips faltering in their movements, his hands finally moving from behind his head to steady your hips, keeping your movements consistent.

“What do you want me to do about it?” His tone a bit harsher than normal brings out a small sob in your chest. The frustration bubbling to the surface as your hips stop, your hands moving from his body to cover your face.

Wonwoo doesn’t know what to do as your sobs grow. He can’t help panic as he sits up, his movements pulling a large whine from you. “Petal?” He questions, your sobs not stopping as you fold in on yourself, your body trying to hide from him. He calls your name softly, his hands reaching up to move yours away from your face, letting out a sigh as he takes in the tears sitting on your waterline.

“Peanut.” He says softly, your lip quivering as you look at him in surprise.

He used the safe word.

It's the only thing he can think to do. The only way he can check on you.

“What is going on, why are you crying?” He questions, tucking loose hair behind your ears before wiping away the stray tear that runs down your cheek. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” You say, wiping at your eyes as you look down at him. “No…It’s just too much.” Your voice is too quiet for Wonwoo, too shy.

“Well, what do you want me to do? How can I help?” He says waiting patiently as you shrug letting out another whimper as his cock jolts inside of you.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks, his hand moving from your face down to your hips, rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin. “Do you want me to call Mingyu?”

You shake your head slowly, your hands sitting on his shoulders as you roll to the side, Wonwoo chases after you, rolling on top of you, his thighs sitting between your legs as he waits for you to say something.

“Please just make it better.” You say, leaning up to catch his lips, pulling his face down with yours as your body relaxes into the mattress. Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing them forwards again, his thrusts starting slow as his mouth keeps your own busy, swallowing every whimper you let out.

“You have to relax, petal.” He whispers against your mouth, his hands smoothing up your side, soothing the tension in your body before sliding back down to your hips.

You close your eyes as Wonwoo takes his mouth of yours, your eyes squeezing shut as he presses gentle kisses against your skin, his head leaning against the dip in your shoulder.

“You’re are doing so well, petal.” He praises.

“Such a beautiful flower for me.” He continues.

“I want you to cum for me.” He says, groaning out your name as he feels you clench around him, your thighs tensing as his hands lift them away from his hips, holding them around his waist as his thrust become stronger. His teeth graze against the skin of your neck as he sucks purple bruises on the surface.

“I can’t.” You whisper, your hands gripping the sheets as your head pushes back into the pillows.

“You can.” Wonwoo mumbles moving his mouth back up to the bottom of your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss before catching your lips again. You feel one of his hands leave your leg, feeling around the bed for something, a smile on his lips as the cold metal presses to your clit.

You let out a squeal as the vibrations start, running up your body as the feeling of relief washes over you. You can’t hear anything through the ringing in your ears, as Wonwoo slows his thrusts, but you can feel the praise he is whispering into your mouth, his left hand rubbing against your thigh as your body melts.

“You did so good.” The ringing finally fades, Wonwoo’s deep voice keeping you centred as he stops his movements completely, the whirring of the vibrator stopping your eyes still squeezed closed. “When you’re ready, petal, open your eyes for me.” He says softly.

Wonwoo doesn’t move while he waits, his cock still hard inside of you, his patience keeping the two of you grounded against the bed.

“You didn’t finish.” You grumble, your eyes slowly opening to the room, Wonwoo’s eyes locking with yours as he presses a soft kiss to your mouth.

Wonwoo had never seen anything as cute at the disappointed pout of your face.

“I don’t need to.” He says. “Watching you finally relax is more than enough reward.”

“But that’s not fair for you.” You can’t help but complain, sex was always give and take with you. You wanted to give as much as you take.

“Doesn’t matter. You are the only thing that’s important in the room.” Wonwoo’s words are soft as he slowly sit up on his knees, his cock sliding out of you slowly. You watch as Wonwoo pulls the condom off, covered in you juices.

“Did you want something to eat?” Wonwoo asks, “Maybe some chocolate?” He teases as you shake your head, letting out a choked laugh as you sit up on the bed. Wonwoo watches you move with concern, his hand ready to grab hold of you if you fall.

“How’re you feeling now?” He asks and you shrug, a light smile on your face.

“Better.” You say.

“Tired.” You add.

“You better have a shower, I’ll fix up the bed.” He stand from the bed, pulling his pants up, tucking his stiff erection into his underwear. You slide off the bed, stopping in front of him as you grab the towel off Mingyu’s desk chair.

“Thank you.” Your words are soft as you pat a hand against his abdomen, Wonwoo nodding as you walk out of the room.

“Anytime, petal.”

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quarantine : the series ⎜intro

✧ Pairings: fwb!yoongi x reader ⎜ eventually ot7 x reader

✧ Genre: isolation au ⎜ non idol bts ⎜ forced proximity ⎜ apocolypse au ⎜zombie au ⎜poly bts au ⎜

✧ Warnings: mention of character death ⎜mentions of suicide ⎜ friends to lovers? ⎜ friends with benefits ⎜ friends grown apart ⎜ mentions of a virus ⎜

✧ Word Count: 3.1k

✧ Summary: it was supposed to be a trip to remember your past, to commemorate the person you loved. but you never expected it to be the end of the world.

✧ Author’s Note: this was something I wrote a while ago that has been sitting in my drafts, I have been really struggling with writing lately and thought that going through some old works would help, if people seem to like this maybe I'll continue it.

“So, you sent one to everyone?” The voice whispers from besides you, as you sit on the bed looking at the mass email that was just confirmed to be sent from your phone.

“Yes. It’s important that everyone is there, he would be pissed if I missed out on a single person just because we weren’t getting along well.” You huff back throwing the phone onto the pillow besides your head before flopping onto your back, the male besides you letting out a gruff chuckle.

“You’re doing the right thing…” He says quietly placing a soft kiss to your shoulder, “He would be proud of you for bringing everyone back together like this. God knows I haven’t seem some of the others as often as I should be.” He finishes, trailing a few more kisses up your shoulder until he places to final one on the underside of your chin.

“I should really be getting ready for work.” He says quietly, his mouth not leaving the spot on your cheek where he places another kiss.

“Yes, you should be. Joon’s going to be pissed if you’re late to work again. And you’ve been here past the time limit anyway.” You respond, finally forcing yourself to roll out of your warm bed, pulling the first T-shirt out of your chest of draws, throwing it on. “Besides I have to present my new script today before we go away and I don’t want to be a mess because I’m already late, so get your toosh out of my bed and get going.” You add, trying not to stare as your partner rolls out of bed, moving over to you, placing one more chaste kiss on your lips before patting your bum and walking out of the room.

“You are so not fair sometimes, yoongi.” You huff, pushing your matted hair out of your face.

“Good morning Mr Kim, your coffee as always. Everyone is seated in meeting room 3 ready to discuss the new drafts.” You say quickly with a strained smile, as you follow the broad shouldered man down the hall to the meeting room, his hand gently taking the coffee from you with a smile.

“Thank you, I expect your own draft has been prepared as well.” You nod quickly patting the pile of papers in your hand with a grin.

“Locked and loaded.” You respond, a small grin growing on your bosses face.

“Good, after the meeting, I would like you to postpone all other meetings, I got this strange email today and need to plan my next vacation.” Mr Kim says with a sad smile, you nod quickly adding it into your calendar.

“I’m sure the sender of the email will be happy to tell you that the location has already been booked and is just waiting for confirmation from all parties involved on how many people to be expecting.” You say quietly as you stop a few steps behind him.

“Well, that is good to hear. I hope the sender knows that I will be attending no matter what. Please send her a reply with my dietary requirements.” He says with a light chuckle before throwing open the meeting room door, his boss persona back in place.

“Thank you, Jin.” You mumble, wiping the last of any invisible dust and crinkles in your clothes before following him into the meeting room.

“You’re script in there was pretty great. I’ve already got some ideas for the shows soundtrack, once I get some drafts going I can send them to you.” You turn away from the coffee machine, the light haired music producer standing behind you with a copy of your pilot script in hand.

“That would be very much appreciated, Hoseok. Thank you.” You give him a quick smile, turning back to take your mug out of the automatic coffee dispenser.

“Do you know who else is coming? Is the whole crew going to be back together?” The words stop you in your tracks, you turn back to the producer slowly, shrugging your shoulders.

“I sent the invited to everyone, it’s debatable on who will actually show up. Taehyung is just so busy these days I doubt he could make it, but as long as most of us are there it should be fine.” You respond in a hushed tone, watching Hoseok’s face drop. “But who knows, he might surprise us all, I’m assuming you’ll be coming?” You add, the hope in your statement putting a bit more light in the producers eyes.

“Definitely, I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world, I hope the rest of us are thinking the same.”

“So do I.”

Throughout the day your phone pings seven times, with seven replies to your email.

Seven confirmations that they would be there.

Seven confirmations that settle the feeling in your chest slowly, your fingers sending back a quick thanks to them all, with the details of your booking and what time to show up.

“Kitten? Are you home yet? Or should I just surprise you by waiting naked on your bed again?” Yoongi’s voice rings out through the apartment. You roll your eyes, giving a short grunt in response, pushing yourself out of your study and down the hall to where Yoongi waits on your couch.

“You know you have you’re own apartment you can go to? Why do you always come back to mine?” You hiss, at the male who sits on your couch his arms open and lap waiting. As much as you feel like continuing your normal bickering, you can’t help the small smile etching onto your face, falling into his waiting arms with a sigh.

“So Jin and Hobi said yes?” The question is simple enough but brings another sigh out of your lips, you nod, your hands moving to Yoongi’s forehead pushing the sweaty hair out of his eyes. “Joon said he would have to shuffle a few things around but will be able to come, might not be able to stay the whole two weeks though, having a business to run and all.” Yoongi adds, his eyes closing lightly as you continue to comb the hair away from his face.

“That would be fine, frankly I wouldn’t mind if you all only came for the ceremony and then left me alone with the beautiful cabin and forest.” You says, a teasing tone in your voice as Yoongi pouts his eyes finally opening.

“You wouldn’t want me to stay with you? Think of how much fun we would have?” You can tell by the grin growing on his face, that he is dropping hints, not very subtle.

“Oh yes, at my brothers memorial we will be having lot of fun.” You coo, your hands resuming their ministrations in Yoongi’s hair. A small huff leaves his lips and your instantly know what it’s supposed to mean. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’ You smile at him again so he can tell you were joking, leaning down slowly, you hands steadying his face as you brush you lips paper light against his.

“I know what you meant, and I appreciate it.” You respond, placing another light kiss over his lips, a quiet groan escaping him as you don’t give him the pleasure of a proper kiss. “You should really shower, you smell like smoke and cheeseburgers.” You lie, he smells great, as always, like rain and vanilla and a little bit of burgers but you aren’t picky.

Yoongi rubs his hands up and down your waist before nodding, lightly pushing you on the cushion besides him so he can slip down your hallway to the bathroom. The two of you had met in a bar a few years ago, and hit it off straight away. Though neither of you would admit it was nothing more than a friends with benefits arrangement, it was safe to say that it was getting more serious by the day. He had officially placed a toothbrush in your bathroom and stocked a whole draw in your apartment with clothes.

It wasn’t until halfway through your arrangement that you realised Yoongi was a mutual friend, your brother bringing drunk Yoongi to your apartment one night, when your house was closest to the club they were at. Yoongi in his drunked-ness hadn’t been able to hide much, almost jumping you as soon as he walked through the door, though you managed to dodge him until he fell asleep it was easy for Yoongi’s best friend to notice what was going on.

“You know him don’t you?” You brother asked you, his grin tight on his face as he watched you place a cold face washer on Yoongi’s face. You nod, deciding words were not going to work in your favour at the moment.

“When did you two meet?”

“My 20th birthday. The guy I went home with, was Yoongi. Namjoon was there too, he knows everything.” You finally spit out, knowing trying to break it easily would hurt your brothers feeling more.

“Joon knew.” He says quietly.

“Look, why don’t you head home, I can take care of him and send him your way in the morning for a proper scolding.” You say, guiding your brother to the door, trying not to make eye contact with him.

“Just don’t let him hurt you, I’d hate to have to beat up one of my friends.” Your brother says with a more genuine smile, kissing your forehead lightly before stumbling his way down the stairs of your apartment climbing into the back of a taxi to find his way home.

“I think it’s time for some pizza and a good movie.” You say to yourself as you try to shake away the memories. What would your brother be thinking now about you and Yoongi?

Would he even be surprised?

“God it’s feel like ages since I’ve been here.” Yoongi exclaims letting out a little whistle at the sight of the cabin in front of the two of you. You sigh quickly holding the small box tighter against your chest as you pull your backpack out of the front seat of the car.

Yoongi grins at you over the roof of the car before rushing to the back seat to grab out the two suitcases sitting there. Carrying all the luggage to the house, you unlock the front door, letting out another sigh at the sight of the cabin.

“It’s exactly how I remember it.” You say quietly, placing the small box on the entrance table, helping Yoongi lug the two suitcases down the hall to the bedrooms. “We should probably plan to sleep separately, for the sake of appearances.” You say quietly to him, he nods, almost as if he had been thinking the same thing, already turning towards the room at the end of the hall, the master suite with your suitcase in hand.

“I’m figuring since you’ll be the only girl that you’ll want the master, with the ensuite.” He says lifting your suitcase onto the large queen bed, giving your forehead a quick kiss before carrying his own suitcase to one of the earlier rooms with two double beds pushed against the walls. “I wonder who will bunk with me.” He says with a grin.

“I feel like it’s only fair if I take the other bed in here. I don’t really speak to the others very much anymore and I’d much prefer to sleep with someone I know won’t snore.” Namjoon’s voice is clear but soft from the entry hallway, tugging his own oversized suitcase behind him. He stops in front of where you stand, still glancing around the cabin.

“It’s good to see you again. I hope work’s been treating you well.” He says, stopping in front of you. He looks at you for a few more moments, before opening his arms wide and motioning for you to come forwards with his hands.

“It’s good to see you too, Joon.” Your voice comes out thin and whisper quiet, as his arms engulf you, his hands rubbing softly at your back. “He would be really happy to know that you came.” Namjoon rubs your back a few more times before taking a step back and pulling his suitcase into the room with Yoongi.

“I’m assuming by the taxi driving down the road, that Namjoon beat us to it.” A voice calls out from the door way, the heavy thumping of a suitcase being pulled up the stairs following. “Three hours of carpooling with Jin is a bad idea, I should’ve brought my own car.” You hear Hoseok grumble as he finally makes it to the top of the stairs. Hoseok’s gives you a small wave before shuffling into the room besides yours taking the larger bed in the corner, Jin following soon after, stopping in front of you, his eyebrows pulled together tightly.

“Is something wrong?” You question, noting the way he fiddles with his fingers a few times.

“I just… Is it appropriate to hug you or is it going to be weird? I mean I know I’m your boss but I knew your brother pretty well, and it just feels weird to not greet you like a fri… oh, well I guess that solves it.” You manage to stop Jin rumbling by stepping into his arms wrapping your own tightly around his torso, giving him a quick squeeze before letting go.

“We aren’t at work, we can be casual here.” You say with a firm nod, Jin copying your motions before shuffling into the room with Hoseok. You hear Yoongi walk up behind you before your notice the two figures lingering in the door way.

“Well look who we have here… the dancer and the model.” Yoongi grins at the two younger boys. They both look around the cabin in surprise. Their eyes eventually falling to where you stand. You lift your hand and give them a shy wave motioning to the room across the hall from Yoongi’s.

“This room is still free, there should be three beds in there, so you’ll have to room with Jungkook.” You mumble, Yoongi’s hands coming coming to rub the sides of your shoulder, both Jimin’s and Taehyung eyes following the motions, before they shuffle into the room, whispering to themselves.

“Speaking of the little devil, where is he?” Yoongi asks into your ear, his lips just grazing the skin, you shudder quickly, smiling as he places a wet smooch on your cheek.

“He said he had some things to finish up before coming, so he won’t be here until after the ceremony. He said he was happy for us to just do it without him.” You answer, moving towards the small box sitting on the entry bench. You pick up the box before giving Yoongi a quick nod, moving towards the front door.

“Let’s go ladies, we got some things to do.”

“How much further?”

“It’s really not far, Yoongi. Just at the top of this hill. The fireplace should still be there.” The seven of you had been climbing the side of the mountain for almost an hour now, trying to get the the place your brother had requested his ashes be spread.

‘The small bonfire spot at the top of the hill behind the cabin’

That’s what he had written in his final note, the letter telling you all the instructions on how to help him pass to the afterlife. You reach the shallow hole in the dirt first, shrugging your backpack off and onto the ground besides the fire pit, pulling out the small speaker placing it on a log besides the fire.

Everyone slowly makes their way to where they had sat the last time you had all gathered at the cabin, a few years ago. Two empty spaces left open for your missing members.

“I guess, I’ll start everything off… He would have been so happy to see us all gathered here like this today. He had been trying to get us out here every autumn for an annual camping trip and usually we let our everyday lives interrupt, or at least I know I did.” You pause for a second, pulling the small cardboard box out of your bag holding it tightly to your chest.

“It said in his note, that once we were all together he wanted us to spread his ashes with the wind, to let his essence spread throughout the mountain side. Jungkook couldn’t make it out till tomorrow but thankfully with the power of technology will still be able to witness the spreading.” You continue motioning over to where Hoseok holds his phone towards the group, Jungkook giving everyone a quick wave over FaceTime.

“So I suppose if no one has anything left to say, we should just do it right?” You ask the group getting a few nods in agreement, other people just watching you closely. You take a deep breath, opening the top of the box, a small plastic sachet sitting inside, your bothers body, a pile of ash inside.

“God, this is so fucked up. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Jimin says quietly from where he stands by the empty bonfire. Everyone seems to grow tense at his words, not knowing what else to say.

“Well, it is happening, it’s not like we can do anything but let it happen at this stage.” You huff, moving further up the hill so the ashes go downhill with the wind, away from your group. Jimin cringes a bit as you move away from the group, getting a small slap to the shoulder from the taller boy besides him.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.” He apologises quickly, you just shrug finally turning the bag to face towards the ground, letting the ashes fall out getting carried by the wind. As the seven of you watch the ashes continue down the hill, a swear word rings out from the phone in Hoseok’s hand, as well as a loud alarm from the other phones in the vicinity.

“Attention to all citizens, we are currently experiencing an extreme outbreak of a air Bourne virus. It is advised that all citizens remain inside and do not move around for the next 72 hours, please follow instructions on the offical government website, and remain update on the situation, as we prepare for the virus to spread rapidly.” Yoongi reads out from the phone in front of him, he sighs and tucks it back into his pocket.

“I guess we’re going to have to quarantine while we’re out here.” Jimin adds, everyone letting out a loud sigh, knowing how well the last lock down went.

“Wait…” You huff, locking eyes with the boy on Hoseok’s screen, “What about Jungkook?”

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