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  • laladellakang
    20.01.2022 - 1 hour ago

    hi so uhh.. i got shadowbanned and this is just a shameless promotion of the posts i posted when it happened (which was twice lmao lets gaurr) 💥

    be ours

    through ups and downs

    he’s here [mild yjw, sjy nrk heavy]

    i-land: fire

    my other works cause why not

    #kang della #8th member of enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen added member #enhypen eigth member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen ff#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen imagines #enhypen poly fic #enhypen poly#enhypen oc #enhypen female oc #enhypen x oc #kpop added member #kpop oc
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  • biinsol
    20.01.2022 - 8 hours ago
    #Just a Day #mini tk fic #skz tickle #skz tickle ff #kpop tickle #lee!felix #ler!jisung #ler!han
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  • exosmutfactory
    20.01.2022 - 15 hours ago

    I'm There 002

    originally posted by exo-stentialism

    Maybe—just maybe—saying yes to Baekhyun’s endearing confession 5 years ago was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

    2022 Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Story Masterlist | Part 2✓

    networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net @/exowritersnet

    word count — 2.6k

    genre — r&b singer! baekhyun, boyfriend! baekhyun, lovers!au, romance, angst, smut (in part 2), and fluff

    [ This chapter contains: angst, hurt&comfort, and smut 💞 ]

    A/N: This smut scene never happened 😳😳 goodbye!

    The voice of the woman you despise more than anything calls your name. You clench your jaw, typing up the last couple of sentences in your important email before spinning around in your office chair with a fake smile plastered on your face. “Veronica, what pleasure do I owe your visit today?”

    You’ve greeted her with this question for the past year and a half. Not by your wants either. After she took up your supposedly “unwelcoming behavior” with HR, you have made a point to be as sickeningly polite as possible with her.

    “I lost the reports.” Her grave words have an immediate impact on you.

    It’s Monday morning, you are running low on sleep and high on adrenaline thanks to accompanying Baekhyun to another one of his shows last night, and here comes the worst news you could receive at the beginning of another week. Another hell week—because you know shit is about to hit the fan when the director hears about this.

    You blink slowly, taking a deep breath. There will be hell to pay, and you aren’t in any shape to deal with it today. “Can you repeat that for me, please?”

    “I lost them,” she examines her nails, leaning her hip against the wall of your cubicle. Must be nice to not have to worry about your boss turning red in the face and spewing insults at you. Just the thought of the screaming you will receive later has your blood pressure spiking. Your temples throb and you know it is only the first of many headaches that will hammer away at your head soon.

    “We’re doing inventory this week.” You try not to panic, digging your nails into the leather of your seat with a vice-like grip. “Have you tried asking IT about it? Maybe you can restore-”

    “They are gone.” She looks you dead in the eye, a smirk playing at her red-painted lips. “You can’t find them even if you wanted to.”

    You set your jaw, straightening up in an instant. “I will contact IT just in case.” You swivel around in your chair, starting a group email with her, IT, and other coworkers while she walks away. The clicks of her high heels pound away at your head like the bad feeling forming in your gut.

    Your work phone rings; you don’t need to see the number to know who it is. You pick it up with a shaky sigh, an encounter with your boss is evident.

    💋💋💋

    You step through the front door, accidentally slamming it behind you. The loud sound echoes across the silent apartment. You roll your eyes at the faint flashes of light in the hallway, tugging off your annoying heels. Your feet are killing you. You spent the rest of your first shift running up and down the stairs all over the factory. Taking an elevator was out of the question because “only executives” are allowed to use them.

    The latch of your heel has a tear in it from you ripping them off, and the two-inch heel itself is breaking off of the rest of the shoe. Frustrated tears fill your eyes. Nothing is going right today. The moment your foot touches the cold wooden floor, it cramps up. You wince, having to lean onto the wall for support. The back of your foot is throbbing, you know a blister is forming there. If not, it will soon.

    Yeah. This is so not your day, and you can’t wait for it to end.

    You limp into the kitchen, going to get a cup of water to soothe your parched throat before you lose your mind, when your eyes fall on the sink instead. Filled to the brim with dirty dishes.

    Your eye twitches when you hear Baekhyun shuffle into the room. “I guess you expect me to be your maid now.”

    He stops dead in his tracks. “What?...”

    You turn to him with a cruel smile. “I pay the bills, keep the lights on, buy the groceries,” you show off the room, noticing that the tap is dripping as well, “and you can’t even clean after yourself.” You scoff. “The bare fucking minimum.”

    “I was going to-”

    “When? When were you ‘going to’ Baekhyun?”

    “I’ve been out all day!”

    “Oh yeah?” You laugh bitterly. “Doing what? Securing a gig at some rundown bar for your little shows?”

    Baekhyun turns red in the face. He lowers his head for a moment, puts his hands on his hips, and takes a deep breath. His jaw clenches, brown eyes flickering back up to meet yours. “Are you done?”

    “No-”

    “Since you must know.” He interrupts, fire burning bright in his brown eyes. “I was out looking for a better job. For you.”

    His words snap you out of your rage mode at once. You freeze, watching him step closer.

    “There’s a publishing house downtown that has a position worthy to have you.” He shuffles through his pockets, handing you a business card. “I was checking it out for you.”

    Now as he stands fully under the bright kitchen lights, you notice his styled hair. Half of it ruined by him continuously running his hands through it, but the hair gel is still there. Your anger vanished completely, leaving you with a painful ache in your chest. You just went off on him because you had a horrible day, and he didn’t deserve that at all. You can’t believe he went out on the town for you after the amazing show he pulled off last night at an upscale club either.

    Tears sting your eyes. You duck your head and rush past him to grab your shoes. Baekhyun is hot on heels while you struggle to pick up your broken shoes with your shaking hands. Big water drops land on the wooden floor, your salty tears roll down your trembling lips. You can’t break down. Not here. And he doesn’t make leaving easy for you.

    You give up on your shoes entirely and head straight for the door, opening it only to jump back when Baekhyun beats you to it, slamming it closed. Your heart races in sync with the one pressed against your back. “Baekhyun…” you swallow, blinking back tears. “Let me go.”

    “No.”

    “Baekhyun-”

    He wraps his arms around you. “Stop running from me,” he whispers, his breath stuttering in his chest. “Stop running away.”

    “I-”

    “Come back home.” He rests his forehead against the back of your neck, hugging you to his chest. “Come back to me.” His voice sounds more broken by the minute. “I miss you.”

    You sob, trying to shake him off. He can’t see you—not like this. Not after you spent months holding everything together while everything was slowly killing you. Just the thought of going back to that place tomorrow has dread squeezing the life out of your heart.

    “You know I’m always here for you, right?” he murmurs over your sniffles, holding you securely in his arms. “Whatever problem, worry, or trouble comes your way.” He presses a kiss to your teary cheek, the ends of his hair tickling your chin. “I’m there.” He nuzzles his face in your neck, hugging you tighter, his heart racing with yours. “Right here with you.” His lips brush over your heated skin. “I love you.”

    You sniffle one last time, blinking a few times before turning around in his arms to look at him with your blurry eyes. He rests his forehead against yours, looking at you with his soft brown eyes. You cup his cheeks in your hands, relishing in the familiarity of his minty breath before he presses his lips to yours.

    Your salty tears mix with the taste of him on your tongue, but you don’t care. You pull him closer, melting into his passionate kiss and cinnamon scent.

    He walks you back to your bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a second. Stripping off your clothes along the way. Your coat lands on the floor, your shirt falls onto a lampshade, and your bra goes flying off to who knows where by the time you cross over the threshold.

    Baekhyun backs you up against the nearest wall, pressing his body to yours. His bulge pressing against your stomach makes you gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair as he takes your breath away. He takes your face into his hands, kissing along your jaw and slowly down your neck. Swirling his tongue around a sensitive spot on your collarbone that sets your whole body on fire.

    His hands caress your hips and waist while you tighten your grip on his hair as his lips travel lower. He slides his hands up your body to cup your breasts in his hands, leaning down to press a kiss over your beating heart racing in your chest. He licks his lips before gliding them over your chest, his soft lips and wet tongue don’t leave a single spot untouched. You’re panting by the time he reaches one of your perked nipples.

    He smiles up at you, taking in your every pleasured expression with his warm eyes, sparkled with love, and darkened in want. The lower his lips go, the more your thighs clench together. He has to gently push them open by the time his mouth reaches your navel.

    You breathe shakily when he kisses your wet mound, flickering his tongue against you. It makes you shiver, leaning back onto the wall while his warm hands tighten their grip on your hips. You tug on his hair after a few minutes. You love his mouth, but you want his body against yours.

    Baekhyun stands up, stealing your breath with another kiss and taking you into his arms. He lifts you up, swallowing your gasp with his unrelenting kiss. He walks you over to the bed and lays you down on the satin sheets. You slip your hands under his shirt, helping him pull it off before he joins you. He chuckles at your hurry to remove his jeans, stripping himself bare and tangling his legs with yours in the sheets.

    His hand interlocks with yours, lost amongst the pillows under you. You wrap your thighs around his waist, arching your back when he slides inside of you. Baekhyun smiles, tucking his head in your neck.

    You could spend forever like this. Skin to skin. No space in between, and wild hearts racing in sync.

    [ gif credit: same as above ]

    You clock into work a minute before 7:00 am the next morning, taking a swig of your coffee. You make your way to your cubicle, ignoring the burning stares and weird atmosphere in the room. Whatever has everyone up in arms and buzzing with conflicting energy today, you don’t care. You had enough drama yesterday to last you 2 years.

    Sighing softly, you plop yourself down in your leather chair, rolling it closer to your desk. The moment you log into the company desktop computer, your work phone rings. You clear your throat, hoping your lingering drowsiness won’t make itself known. “Hello?”

    “Come to my office.”

    The call disconnects before you can even say a word.

    A bad feeling forms in your gut as you put the phone back down. This isn’t good news. You gulp down your nerves, clenching your sweaty palms. Whatever is going on, you can’t freak out here. You’ve cried enough this week and don’t plan on doing it again anytime soon.

    Steeling your emotions, you push yourself out of the false safety of your cubicle, slowly making your way down the long, executive hallway. You knock on the director’s door and smooth down the fabric of your pencil skirt while waiting to be allowed entry. When he tells you to come in, you take a deep breath and open the door. Your stomach drops to the floor when you find Veronica and two other workers in the room. You have a feeling that you know what you are here for.

    Veronica’s smirk widens the further you walk into the room. You do your best to ignore her haughty sneer and focus on your boss instead, “you called for me, sir?”

    He grunts, checking his watch. “Have a seat.”

    You slowly sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, growing weary at all the cold stares focused on you. Your eyes snap over to your boss when he calls your name in a patronizing tone.

    “It has come to my attention that the inventory reports,” his beady eyes zero in on yours, “were deleted by you.”

    What? Your mind draws a blank, these four walls seeming to zoom in around you. “Sir?” Sweat breaks out on your back as you watch him cross his arms and lean back in his chair.

    “Veronica here has informed me of the incident.” His eyes flicker to the smut woman resting her hand on his shoulder before shifting back to you. “You yelled at her when she came to you for help and deleted all the reports.”

    Your feathers bristle. Your jaw clenches shut as your hands shake and blood boils. That is not what happened at all, and now, the other two men in the room are smirking at you too. You take a deep breath to compose yourself before speaking again. “That is not what happened, sir,” you start in your calmest of tones. “Veronica informed me that she lost the reports-”

    “And no one else witnessed this?” he raises a brow, turning to the raven in the room. “Did you hear this, Sunghoo?”

    “Nope,” he pops the ‘p’ obnoxiously, smiling evilly at you.

    “I sent a group email,” you shake your head, eyes wide in panic. Why would Sunghoo lie? He works in the cubicle next to you! He’s always eavesdropping on what you do. “I contacted IT, Sunghoo, and Hyunwoo.” You have no idea why the guy literally in charge of counting each product isn’t in this room with all of you.

    Your boss hums, turning to the last man in the room. “Did you receive an email, Jihoon?”

    Jihoon flicks dust off of his expensive three piece suit, dragging his sly eyes over to you. “I have received no such thing, sir.”

    Your hands quiver in suppressed anger. Jihoon doesn’t even work in IT. He doesn’t work in your department at all. You turn back to your boss as he delivers his final words to you:

    “You’re fired.”

    You don’t cause a scene. You don’t go off or plead for another chance like they expect you to do. With a polite smile, you take off your work ID and set it on the desk, stand up, and walk out of the room without a word. Not a single tear drops from your eye until you make it through the building and down to your car in the underground parking lot.

    When you manage to return home in one piece and wash the unfairness of the short day off of you, Baekhyun sits on the couch and welcomes you into his arms. You rub your cheek with the sleeve of one of his stolen shirts and curl up in his lap, shutting out the rest of the world.

    A/N: Screw everyone OC worked with (>.<) one more chapter to go~~ <3

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  • biinsol
    20.01.2022 - 19 hours ago
    #unkept secrets #mini tk prompt #skz tickle #skz tickle ff #kpop tickle #lee!jisung #lee!minho #ler!bangchan
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  • a3r3n
    20.01.2022 - 19 hours ago

    Nct High Stories presents...

    ★Rainbow★

    A Jisung × reader story

    ⚠️Warnings: does Renjun being slightly dirty minded count?

    Chapter 17: "how to use a bit of tact"

    🌼 [prev] < [part 17] > [next]

    > series masterlist

    a/n: I don't know what to say, I just hope you have a good day <33 (or night, it depends)

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  • bobohu4eva
    19.01.2022 - 21 hours ago

    Ecstasy

    Part One - Stay Up

    Characters: Reader x Baekhyun Feat. Chanyeol

    Genre: Soloist AU, Smut, angst, fluff

    WC: 8k

    Tag List: Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters!

    Warnings for this chapter: explicit smut, alcohol consumption

    A/N: I can't even express how excited I am to start sharing this fic with you guys, its been a while in the making (I started writing it in august, and had the idea in my head before that even) and it's finally here!! I've worked so hard on this story, and there is much much more to come :) This will be By Far my sexiest fic, but not without plot to go with it! I'm also expecting it to be my longest fic, and lemme just tell ya'll it's gonna be one hell of a ride. And please let me know what you guys think of the first chapter! I always love getting feedback!

    Masterlist

    Addiction (noun): Disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences

    “Relax. You can do this.”

    She hoped nobody heard her little pep talk to herself. She stood there in her best dress, in front of the most extravagant club in Seoul, hoping the bouncer wouldn’t see how nervous she was despite having an invitation.

    The invite had been a fun perk, having just started a new job at one of the top entertainment companies in Korea. This party, however, was something special.

    It was an after party, for a man she was all too familiar with, a man named Baekhyun.

    When she first received the invitation, she didn’t think she had it in her to go. Sure she’d been to clubs before, but never something as opulent as this. Baekhyun had expensive taste, and his parties reflected this.

    It was her friends and coworkers who eventually convinced her. Her friends especially, had insisted that she must be crazy to pass up such an opportunity. But due to the exclusive nature of the event, she still worried that she wouldn’t fit in.

    The music could be heard from outside, an upbeat yet smooth and sexy song of his, with vocal riffs that sent shivers down her spine. The dress she wore was the shortest and tightest she owned, although as she looked around she still felt underdressed. She didn’t own designer clothes or diamond jewelry, like many of the others in line with her, many of whom were still turned away at the door.

    When it was her turn the bouncer looked her up and down and she showed him her invitation. He only smiled, a smile that she couldn’t quite read. Then the door opened, and she stepped inside. The room she entered was unlike anything she’d seen before.

    The whole club glittered, colorful lights reflecting every color of the rainbow across the masses of people dancing on the large dance floor. It looked opulent, expensive, and so, so beautiful.

    Above the main dance area was a large balcony, overlooking the rest of the club. She gasped a little when she saw him, drink in hand, leaning over the railing, watching as his guests enjoyed themselves with an impossibly handsome smirk on his face.

    Though he was still quite far away, she could easily make out his broad shoulders and slender face. Working at the company she was used to seeing celebrities in person, but somehow he felt different. Baekhyun, to her, represented indulgence, he was the sexiest brand of sin the city had to offer. He had built quite the reputation for himself, a reputation far from that of squeaky clean idol singers. While nothing ever got exposed officially, Baekhyun was known to enjoy the party scene, and was more than familiar with drugs, alcohol, and casual sex. However it never seemed to affect his career. If anything, it made him more enticing.

    With him was another man she recognized, Park Chanyeol. Chanyeol was another artist at the company, a true rockstar. A one man band, who’s fame, while not being at the same level as Baekhyun’s, was still something to be reckoned with.

    She was still nervous, which meant she headed straight for the bar. The drink she ordered was strong, something fruity and refreshing and as she sipped it down she felt her inhibitions slowly begin to melt away. Once she felt sufficiently loosened up, she made her way to the dance floor.

    Despite her worries from earlier, she knew she looked good, incredible even. She’d spent quite some time on her hair and makeup in preparation, and the dress, while not being anything fancy, hugged her curves in all the right places. She let herself go, enjoying the beautiful glittering lights and rhythm of the music, and another drink later, there were no worries left in her mind as her body swayed almost involuntarily.

    She felt beautiful, and free. Like nobody was even watching.

    Little did she know, he already was.

    She heard some commotion around her, but with the alcohol running through her veins and music thumping through her body, she paid it no mind. When she felt someone’s hands on her hips she only smiled, happily dancing with whoever it was behind her, inhibitions long gone. She felt a gentle hand move the hair off her neck, before speaking in her ear.

    “That dress looks so fucking good on you.”

    The voice was low and smooth, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew that voice, it was the same voice that had been coming through the speakers all evening. Quickly she spun around in his arms, unable to move or speak as her eyes met his face, wearing that same smirk from earlier.

    He looked even better in person, and from only a few centimeters away. The well fitted black pants and glittering white shirt he wore only served to make him appear even sexier, with his shirt mostly unbuttoned, showing his smooth, well sculpted chest, and the pants showing off the delicious shape of his hips and thighs. His hair was pink, and she never before thought it possible for a man to look sexy with a head of cotton candy pink hair, but he proved her wrong.

    She stood frozen, and Baekhyun gave her a knowing smile, taking her hand to lead her off the dance floor. She followed, still in a daze. This wasn’t really happening, right? No way Byun Baekhyun was taking her up to his VIP booth.

    However even after blinking a few times, he was still there, looking back at her every couple seconds as he led her up the stairs to the VIP balcony. Even in her intoxicated state she was vaguely aware of the eyes on her and the whispers as she followed him.

    Eventually he led them both to a couch where he sat down, pulling her down with him.

    He turned towards her, placing one hand on her thigh and the other on her chin, making her face him. She still only stared back in awe. He was so close, she could smell the sweetness of his cologne as it served to drive her even more insane.

    “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He asked, shooting her a smug smile.

    She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself. He was so close, in all of his beautiful glory, she found it hard to remain poised. Everything about him seemed to pull her in, he was absolutely delectable.

    “I’m s-sorry… I-“

    “Never been to one of these, have you?”

    She nodded, and he kept his hands in place, bringing his face closer to her own.

    “I figured… I wouldn’t have missed a sweet little thing like you.”

    If she wasn’t already blushing, she definitely was now. If it wasn’t for the alcohol in her system, her mind would’ve been going into overdrive already. Luckily for her though, the drinks helped keep her from completely freaking out.

    “You’re the new production assistant, right?”

    “You know who I am?”

    “I know a lot of things babydoll.” He said with a smirk.

    She was still slightly in disbelief. It seemed, to her, that Baekhyun had selected her as his fun little play thing for the night.

    “You… you knew I was coming?”

    He shrugged. “Not really, but I know everyone who worked on the concert got an invite.”

    He spoke so casually, yet all the while she was still trying to calm herself down, to get ahold of reality again.

    “Why did you bring me up here?”

    He leaned in further, speaking softly into her ear, the depth of his voice sending chills through her body despite the heat of the club. “I thought you looked nice, thought that maybe we could have some fun together, if that’s what you want.”

    He twirled a strand of her hair around one pretty finger of his as he spoke.

    For whatever reason, he had in fact chosen her to be his for the night. His words were direct, and she found herself feeling hotter and hotter as his hand crept slowly up her bare thigh. She pressed her legs together, trying to get some bit of friction, which did not go unnoticed.

    “You want that baby?”

    The feeling of his warm breath on her neck, his hand on her thigh, and the sweet words rolling from his pretty lips, were getting overwhelming. She could tell she was already shaking slightly under his attention. This was not at all how she had expected her night to go. Sure she thought she might go home with someone, but the possibility of it being him? It never even crossed her mind.

    But here she was, with Baekhyun touching her and whispering his dirty propositions in her ear. She wasn’t usually the type to have one night stands, but Baekhyun was so irresistible, she knew she’d easily make an exception for him.

    She realized she still hadn’t answered him, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. He knew she wouldn’t deny him. Baekhyun was very used to getting what he wanted.

    Slowly she nodded, and Baekhyun’s smirk grew even more mischievous.

    “What’s your name babydoll?”

    “Y/n.”

    His hand moved further up her thigh, until he was able to wedge a thumb between the tops of her thighs, directly beneath the hem of her dress. Just a little bit further up, and he would’ve been touching her where she already yearned for him.

    “Hmm, pretty, just like you.”

    Her heart was beating so fast she was worried it might give out any second. His lips were still dangerously close to her neck and soon she felt them make contact, pressing a soft kiss directly under her ear.

    She let out a small gasp, and Baekhyun felt how her thighs squeezed his hand. She was going to be so much fun, he could already tell.

    The moment was abruptly interrupted as another man threw himself onto the couch next to her, a strong looking arm reaching over and shoving Baekhyun off of her playfully.

    “Ya! Get a room will you?”

    Baekhyun only laughed, reaching behind her to smack his friend on the back of the head. “Don’t be such a prude Yeol, you’re just jealous.”

    The larger man's eyes met hers, and then she watched as they traveled up and down her body. “I was the one who pointed her out to you, don’t you think you’re being a bit stingy keeping her all to yourself?” He slurred.

    Working at the company she’d heard rumors about many of the male celebrities being like this, and despite still being quite star struck, she already didn’t like the way they were talking about her. Sure they were both rich and hot, but she still had some decency left. She sunk deeper into the couch, trying to avert the man’s intense gaze.

    To her surprise, Baekhyun seemed to pick up on this right away. “Think before you speak, asshole. Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?”

    She wasn’t sure if Baekhyun was actually trying to help her out, or if he was still just acting in his own best interests, but as long as she could get away from the other man she didn’t really care.

    She turned away from the larger man, leaning into Baekhyun for comfort. “Can we go dancing again?” She asked Baekhyun softly.

    “Of course baby, whatever you want.” And with that, she was once again following him through the club.

    There was a smaller dance floor on the upper level, where she recognized several other celebrities as well as some of the higher ups from the company. She soon found herself being dragged into the crowd, and Baekhyun’s hands were back on her hips. With some time she loosened back up, swaying to the music and enjoying all of Baekhyun’s soft praises as he spoke into her ear.

    “You look so sexy like this.”

    “Your body fits so perfectly in my hands.”

    “Can’t wait to take you home and give you what you deserve.”

    The throbbing between her thighs was getting harder and harder to ignore, and with a blind burst of confidence she was spinning herself around in his arms and greedily latching her lips onto his.

    At first he seemed a bit taken aback, but he quickly smiled into her lips, happily returning her kiss, letting it get dirtier and messier.

    She almost couldn’t believe it. Here she was, on the VIP balcony of the most expensive club in Seoul, making out with none other than Baekhyun himself. Baekhyun, the frustratingly sexy, incredibly smooth voiced r&b singer that nearly every Korean person with eyes and ears wanted to get into bed with.

    Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in closer and she felt one of his hands wander from its position on her waist down to the small of her back, and to her ass. She whined into his mouth, and she felt him grin against her lips.

    Baekhyun wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that drew him in so much. While on tour he hadn’t had the time to go out so it had been a while for him, but even then, there was something about this girl that was making him feel crazy. The dress she wore, the way she danced, it was irresistible in his eyes. She was exactly what he wanted.

    She pulled away from the kiss to take a deep breath, already feeling slightly overwhelmed, and the look on her face pleased Baekhyun greatly. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen and slightly parted, she looked up at him hungrily. He could see the want written clearly on her face, and he too was getting impatient.

    “Are you ready to get out of here?” He asked.

    Her eyes widened for a second, mouth opening slightly but not letting any words out. He was going to take her home, and the idea of that in itself was enough to take her breath away.

    “Baby? I need you to answer me.”

    She nodded quickly, and he gave her a knowing smile. He took her hand once again, and soon they were outside stepping into the backseat of a very expensive looking car.

    “A-Are you taking me home? With you?”

    Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, “Unless you don’t want me to.”

    “No!” She quickly had to catch herself, not wanting to sound desperate despite the fact that she very much was when it came to him. “No, um, I want to…”

    She felt a hand back on her thigh and another at her chin. “Baby look at me.” He said calmly, but still firmly enough that she quickly obeyed.

    She hadn’t even realized how she’d been avoiding his eyes. Looking him in the eyes felt crazy. His gaze was so strong and his face was too beautiful for her to fully comprehend. When he looked right at her, she found it difficult to breathe.

    “Hmm isn’t that better.” He hummed, eyes moving across her face, taking good note of the blush on her cheeks and slight tremble of her lower lip. He made her feel small with his intense eyes, and when she broke away from his gaze again he spoke up.

    “You don’t have to be so shy with me baby, you’re here for a reason, I want you here. I want you.”

    As he spoke he gently but firmly held her jaw, bringing her closer until the distance was gone and his lips met her own.

    He kissed her like every girl wants to be kissed, with hunger, and with passion. Baekhyun made her feel completely out of this world, with only his lips. His lips moved to her jaw and then her ear, his hand sliding all the way up her thigh, and this time wedging itself beneath her dress.

    “Can’t wait to kiss you…” he whispered softly, and she gasped when one finger danced gently over the wet patch in her lace underwear. “Here.”

    And then his lips were back on hers, his tongue greedily entering her mouth and she shamelessly moaned into the kiss. She was thankful that the car had a partition separating them both from whoever was driving.

    She was already so turned on, she found her previous shyness quickly going out the door. Her mind was focused only on how much she wanted him. The promise of his beautiful, talented mouth between her legs was enough to have her shaking and gasping against him as he kept kissing her hungrily.

    Baekhyun wasn’t doing much better himself. He was already almost painfully hard, bulge clearly visible through his tight pants.

    “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna feel me for days.” He sighed into her ear. “Can’t wait to fucking ruin you baby.”

    She let out a whine at his crude words, and he groaned at the beautiful sounds she made for him. His hand was wedged beneath her dress again and when his pretty fingers started to make gentle circles over the fabric of her underwear, she lost all control.

    “Please, Baekhyun, p-please.”

    He leaned back to look at her, seeing her already panting, eyes heavy with lust. The way her chest moved rapidly up and down beneath the tight confines of her dress was entrancing, watching as her skin shone with her arousal and her cleavage fought the tight fabric. His lips curled into a small smile and his eyes sparkled as he took in her desperate expression. He looked at her with wonder, eager to see just how much he could ruin her.

    “Oh baby, we’re not even there yet and you’re already begging for me?”

    She could only squeeze her eyes shut in embarrassment, but he quickly grabbed her chin and spoke firmly.

    “No. Look at me.”

    She quickly obeyed and she felt her heart hammering in her chest even harder with how he was looking at her, like he wanted to absolutely devour her.

    The car finally came to a stop and Baekhyun was pulling away, getting up and offering a hand to help her up.

    She stared for a second, mesmerized by how beautiful even his hands were. She swallowed as she thought about his previous promises, and just how much more she was going to feel those hands on her tonight.

    She got out of the car and followed Baekhyun up to his lavish apartment, and the whole time she was in disbelief. Byun Baekhyun was really taking her to his place to fuck her. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected this. But here she was, and then he was pulling her through the doorway to his home and swiftly shutting it behind her.

    He didn’t waste any time, immediately backing her up against the nearest wall and attaching his lips to her neck.

    Baekhyun couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this. He’d barely drank anything, but he felt drunk, or high, or both. He just knew that he needed to be between her legs as soon as possible.

    One hand quickly yanked up her dress, before finding its way back to her clothed pussy. She let out a high pitched whine and felt her body twitch at the contact, and it was satisfying him greatly.

    “So sensitive, you’re gonna be a fun one aren’t you?”

    It was demeaning, but she was too turned on to give a shit. She wanted to feel him too, so she moved her hand down to cup him and the feeling of his hardness beneath her palm was enough to take her breath away. She wanted to see it, and she wanted it down her throat, eager to please him, to somehow prove herself worthy of being his for the night.

    She dropped to her knees, and Baekhyun let out a deep breath as she freed him from the confines of his underwear. It made sense with how gorgeous the rest of him was, that his dick would be perfect too. The perfect size, perfect shape, she couldn’t wait to get a taste.

    She took him in her hand, looking up at him as she slowly pushed the tip past her wet lips. She started slow, teasingly licking and sucking at his tip before finally taking him all the way, until she felt him hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and started bobbing her head, satisfied by the low groans and curses Baekhyun was starting to let out. Being able to make him feel this good lit a fire inside her, she wanted to feel him cum down her throat.

    He twitched when she swallowed around him, still picking up her pace, and when Baekhyun started thrusting lightly into her mouth, she took his hand and placed it on the back of her head.

    “You want it like that baby? I won't hold back.” He asked roughly as he started pushing her onto his cock and she did her best to nod, still most concerned with making him feel good. She didn’t give a fuck if her throat is completely raw after this, she’d happily let him use her as he pleased.

    He started fucking into her mouth faster, and with more force. He was panting heavily, feeling his high just around the corner. She felt the tears start to sting her eyes as her throat burned and jaw ached, and when she looked back up at him, lips wrapped around his dick and mascara running down her face, he pushed her onto himself one more time before releasing into her mouth. She swallowed the warm liquid, pulling away to relieve the ache and the burn and as her mouth left his cock, one last stream landed on her chin and lips.

    Baekhyun was completely out of breath, cursing and panting heavily as he recovered from his orgasm. She slowly stood back up, feeling wobbly on her heels. She was breathing just as hard as him, trying to regain some of her composure.

    He was stepping close again, one pretty hand of his cupping her jaw. His eyes moved across her face, paying special attention to the wet trail left on her lip. Her breath was shaky as his thumb wiped the last of his cum away in one smooth motion, before pressing the digit into her mouth.

    “So fucking gorgeous, such a good girl. Couldn’t wait to get her filthy little mouth on my cock.”

    She swallowed down the last of it, savoring the taste of him. Her red cheeks were now stained with her ruined makeup, and the sight brought a smug look to his face. If his plan was to ruin her, he was already doing a fantastic job.

    Baekhyun made it clear from the beginning; he was the one in charge here. Luckily for him, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She wanted him to take her as he pleased, too aroused to think about anything but her desire for him.

    She felt her heart start to pound again when he grabbed her hand and started leading her through the penthouse to his bedroom. As soon as he closed the door she was backed up against it, and his tongue was back in her mouth, his lips moving on hers feverishly. One hand snaked around her waist, bringing her closer to him and his hand traveled up the zipper of her dress, grabbing hold of it and slowly sliding it down, letting the dress fall to her feet. She was left in only her lace thong, and he stepped back to take in the sight of her body before him before pulling her towards the bed.

    She was laid down on the king sized mattress, and he hooked his fingers into the lace band of her last remaining piece of clothing, pulling them down her legs leaving her completely bare for him.

    “Hmm, beautiful.” He hummed, standing at the edge of the bed, loving the way her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths. She expected him to take off his clothes next, or to touch her, so her breath hitched in her throat when he spoke again.

    “Touch yourself for me baby, show me how you make yourself cum.”

    He saw how her eyes widened, amused by her innocent behavior after having just greedily swallowed his cock.

    “Aww, what’s wrong baby?” He asked, hands sliding over her knees before slowly parting them. “You weren’t so shy when my cock was down your throat.”

    She swallowed, still wanting to please him above anything else. Her hand slowly started to make its way between her legs, and she took in a sharp breath when her fingers first made contact with her already soaked center. Her eyes fell shut and her lips were parted in a drawn out moan as she started moving her fingers across her clit.

    Feeling his gaze on her as she pleasured herself was proving to be quite overwhelming. She’d never been watched like this before, and this wasn’t just anyone either. She had been so turned on for so long already, she knew she wouldn’t be able to make it very long.

    Her hands continued making small circles on her most sensitive spot, and Baekhyun watched intently as he circled the bed, coming to her side to take one soft breast in his hand, thumb teasing her nipple as she continued to get herself off. He loved the sounds coming from her swollen lips, desperate moans and whines for him to finally touch her and fuck her, but he was enjoying his little show.

    He paid special attention to her hand between her legs, memorizing the way she liked to be touched. He would put it to good use later on.

    His hand moved up to her face, pressing his thumb past her lips once again and she moaned around it as she reached her high, twitching and shaking, eyes squeezed shut and back arched as the pleasure flooded her body.

    He removed his finger from her mouth, cupping her face as he looked down at her.

    “So fucking pretty.” He whispered as he watched her writhe below him, slowly coming back down from her peak.

    Before she could fully recover he was moving, settling himself between her legs and she felt her whole body lurch at the feeling of his hot tongue on her still sensitive pussy. She was quickly crying out his name is broken pants and moans, overwhelmed by his tongue flicking and sucking at her. He didn’t go easy on her at all, immediately pulling her clit past his lips and using his tongue to make her legs shake.

    He was so good, too good almost, and she quickly felt the heat building in the pit of her stomach once again, but this time it felt amplified. She couldn’t help the way her hips moved and twitched and shook with how relentlessly he attacked her clit, and when she felt two slender fingers pushing inside she nearly lost her mind completely.

    His mouth left her pussy and he brought his other hand to her clit, toying with it as he kept up the pace of his fingers inside her, leaning back over her body.

    “You taste so fucking good baby.” He whispered before his mouth was back on hers, tongue pushing inside giving her a taste of herself, making her moan against him.

    His hands were picking up their pace and she felt another orgasm getting close, this time however the pressure was greater and more intense, and she found herself begging him for that release.

    “Fuck, Baekhyun, p-please, please.”

    His lips latched onto her neck and he spoke into her ear. “Please what? What is it sweetheart?”

    He knew how close she was, he could feel it in the way her hands gripped his shoulder and bicep, and the way her pussy squeezed his fingers. He slowed down slightly and he loved how she immediately let out a long desperate whine, trying to bring him closer but it was no use, he was the one in control here.

    “Aw baby do you wanna cum?” He asked, gazing down at her already fucked out expression. She nodded, eyes squeezed shut and trembling as she tried to hold back her frustration but he could see right through her. “Need you to open your eyes and look at me if you really want it.”

    She obeyed, meeting his eyes and she felt a rush of heat move through her with the intensity of his gaze. His hands picked up the pace again, one fucking into her perfectly while the other made harsh circles on her clit, and that was all it took to tip her over the edge, only this time it felt completely different, and much, much stronger.

    Her vision went white and her whole body arched and tensed and twitched and she didn’t even realize how much wetness coated the inside of her thighs until she was starting to drift back to reality.

    “Fuck, do you usually do that?” She heard him asking but she was still too dazed to fully understand.

    “Hmm?” She leaned up to see the large wet spot between her legs, and she realized what he meant.

    “Shit I- wow, um, no. I-I’ve never done that before.”

    She felt her face heating up in embarrassment and was about to apologize but Baekhyun didn’t give her the chance, grabbing her face between his hands and pressing a kiss to her lips before pulling back just enough to look at her.

    “You’re really fucking sexy you know that?”

    She felt her heart pounding, still slightly embarrassed now that she wasn’t so blinded by her arousal anymore. Being so close to him still wasn’t something she could get used to, and she found herself pulling away, trying to escape his eyes on her.

    Baekhyun caught onto this every damn time, and he was once again holding her chin to bring her eyes back to him.

    “Why are you still so shy? Hmm?” To her surprise his tone had changed completely. There was no more sexy teasing, he actually sounded concerned. His eyes had softened and he was no longer looking at her like something he wanted to devour, he was looking at her with what seemed like genuine care.

    “I’m sorry.” She eventually whispered, not quite sure what he wanted her to say. It was him, he was the reason she was getting shy, because he was way too sexy and talented when it came to these things. He just had this aura about him that made her feel small and submissive.

    “You didn’t answer my question sweetheart. I don’t want to feel like you’re scared of me.” He said as moved a stray strand of hair out of her face.

    “You’re just you and I-I’m just me.” She eventually said and he let out a soft laugh.

    “And?”

    If she was being honest, she felt shy with him because she still wasn’t quite sure why she was even there, why he had picked her of all people to take home. She couldn’t help but think about how much better than her so many of the other women he took home must be. She wasn’t even the type to have casual sex in the first place.

    “I just don’t really do this a lot and you probably do all the time and I’m not even anyone special-”

    “Y/n.” He interrupted before she could fully start rambling. “I told you that there was a reason I took you here. I didn’t want any of those other women in that club. I wanted you.”

    His tone left no room to argue. She stared back at him, dumbfounded.

    He noticed how she was clutching at the blanket to cover herself, while he was still fully dressed. He knew she’d feel more comfortable once he was exposed as well, so he started removing his clothes, until he was as naked as her.

    She couldn’t help but ogle him in all his naked glory. Every part of him looked delectable, from his strong chest to his slender waist down to his v line and the small happy trail leading down to his dick, which was once again hard. She also watched as he pulled a condom out of his nightstand before rolling it on.

    “Come here baby.” He whispered, and she moved closer until his arm was circling her waist, lifting her to sit on his lap, straddling him. She felt his hardness resting on her stomach and she felt it twitch slightly as she shifted over him.

    “You feel that?”

    She nodded, and his lips left a wet kiss on her neck before whispering in her ear. “That's how bad I want you. After you sucked me off like that I didn’t think I’d have another one in me but seeing you cum like that made me so fucking hard again.”

    She whined when his hand moved between their bodies, one skilled finger finding her clit.

    “Please.” She begged softly and smiled at her desperation.

    “You want me to fuck you baby?” He asked simply and she was quickly nodding. He held her hips down so she couldn’t move above him, still keeping his power over her.

    “Yes Baekhyun, please.”

    “Hmm what a good girl.” And with that he let go of her hips, allowing her to lift herself and he lined himself up before she sank down onto him in one smooth motion, letting out a gasp at the sensation of him finally filling her.

    “Holy fuck.” She whispered, and after a couple seconds she felt his hands moving her hips and he moved as well, pushing her onto his cock over and over.

    Her arms were clutching his back tightly, and she started to move with him, loving the stretch and the fullness every time she was sat down completely on his length. It was Baekhyun who clutched her face, bringing her lips to his as he continued thrusting up into her steadily.

    “Your pussy feels fucking incredible.”

    She groaned at his words, both of them picking up their movements but Baekhyun needed more, and soon he was leaning over her, taking her wrists into one hand and pinning them above her head before properly pounding her.

    Her legs wrapped around his waist and he picked up his speed, fucking her hard into the mattress. He leaned himself up a bit to look down at her below him and he loved the way her breasts bounced with every intense trust of his hips. She felt completely overwhelmed, mind utterly empty aside from thoughts of how good she felt and how sexy he was. She loved being fucked by him like this, he was hitting her just right, she never wanted it to end.

    The only noises present in that bedroom were of his panting, her whining and moaning, and their skin slapping wetly against each other. It felt dirty, downright sinful, how good he was making her feel. His cock hit her sweet spot perfectly every time, and just when she thought she couldn’t possibly get fucked any better he proved her wrong.

    He brought one of her legs up over his shoulder, and one hand came down to her face, pushing his thumb past her lips. He was able to get even deeper from this angle, and his hips kept slamming into her faster and harder, until it all became too much and he felt her start to shake and clench onto him tightly, moaning around his finger.

    This orgasm hit her like a bus, feeling how he continued pounding her even after she was twitching and squeezing him tightly with oversensitivity. Baekhyun kept fucking her through it, lost in the feeling of her losing herself around him. He wanted to pull her completely through it before letting himself go but that was easier said than done with how gorgeous he thought she looked, face red and chest heaving beneath him.

    It was the sight of her fucked out body and the squeezing of her pussy around him that had him finishing as well, burying himself as deep inside of her as possible before filling the condom. He pushed a few more times before slowly slipping out, a little disappointed to have let it come to an end already. She felt so unbelievably good he would’ve fucked her all night if possible.

    Eventually he rolled off of her and got rid of the condom, but he quickly returned to bed, pulling her into him, smiling at how tired but also just physically exhausted she looked. He knew he’d achieved his mission- to make sure she’d feel him lingering for days.

    “Thank you.” He heard her mumble.

    “You did so well sweetheart..” He whispered softly, running a hand lightly up and down her back. “Get some rest."

    Her head rested on his chest as she dozed off and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, still slightly in a daze.

    There was just something about this girl, and while the thought of it made him a bit uneasy, he knew he needed to have her for more than just one night.

    When she woke up the next morning she was relieved to see that it was still dark, and Baekhyun was still fast asleep next to her. As much as it pained her, she knew that if she didn’t leave now, she was overstaying her welcome. She started looking for her dress, pulling it back on and when she couldn’t find her underwear, she decided to just leave it be. They weren’t a particularly special pair, and maybe then he’d have something to remember her by.

    As if Baekhyun would ever view that night as anything more than just another stop on a grand tour.

    Once she’d gotten herself straightened up, she called herself a cab, dreading having to face the world in what were obviously last night's clothes. She saw the odd look the taxi driver gave her, but she tried to ignore it and soon she was back in her small apartment. Her place couldn’t even compare to Baekhyun’s top floor penthouse, with its floor to ceiling windows and panoramic view of the Han river.

    She’d had her little night of fun, of seeing what it was like among the young and ultra rich of Seoul. She still just couldn’t believe that she’d actually slept with him, that she was the one who ended up in his bed. If she didn’t know better she would’ve thought it was all just a bizarre, super realistic dream. However the ache that was present in her throat and between her thighs assured her that it had all been very real. She was still daydreaming, caught up in the insanity of it all as she changed out of her party dress and into some comfy sweats, plopping herself down on the couch.

    Of course, she had to tell her best friend all about it.

    “SUHYUN!” She more or less yelled through the phone in excitement when her friend picked up. “You would not believe the night I just had.”

    Suhyun of course was aware of where her friend had been planning on going, she was one of the people who had convinced her to go to the club in the first place.

    “How was the party? Did you go home with someone? Was he cute?”

    She heard her friend squealing in response. “You won’t believe, oh my god, it was so crazy, I still can’t even believe it.”

    “Believe what?”

    “Wait, are you busy right now? Can you come over? I feel like I should tell you in person. It’s just so crazy, saying it over the phone won’t even do it justice.”

    Suhyun was giggling on the other end, excited to hear whatever crazy story was coming. “I can be there in half an hour?”

    She happily agreed, hanging up the phone and trying to decide how to explain it all. What if she really didn’t believe it? She wouldn’t blame her, it was pretty crazy. She wished she’d had some sort of proof that she’d been at his place, but she’d been so blinded by lust, that was the last thing on her mind while she was with him.

    To pass the time until her friend arrived she decided to make something to eat, and just as she’d finished up she heard a knock on the door.

    She squealed and hugged her friend when she came inside, and they sat down to talk.

    “So spill, tell me everything.” Suhyun finally said.

    She took a deep breath. “I know this sounds crazy, and I swear to god I’m not lying but I went home with him.”

    She gave you a puzzled look, head tilting slightly. “Went home with who?”

    “Him, like the host of the whole event.”

    Suhyun hadn’t even considered the host. Her eyes widened as her friend's words sunk in. “No fucking way.”

    She just nodded, knowing how wild it seemed but it was all true of course.

    “Baekhyun, the singer, took you home with him from his party? Like for sex?”

    “I know how it sounds but I swear that’s what happened. It was so… God, I don’t even know, but I’m still sore.” She giggled at the last few words.

    “How…?” Her friend still looked at her in disbelief.

    “I was just dancing and he appeared behind me, and then he took me up to his little VIP area and we made out and then he took me home and the rest is obvious.”

    Her friend let out one weak laugh in response. “You really fucked him?”

    “It was more him fucking me.”

    Her eyes flicked back up, meeting her friends. “So how was he? It was good, right? Is he big?”

    She giggled again, going on to retell all of the events of the previous night, and the two girls laughed together at how absurd and amazing it all was.

    “Do you think things will be weird when you see him at work now?”

    She simply shrugged. “I don’t see why, it was just sex. A meaningless, really fucking hot, one night stand. I’m sure he does this all the time anyway.”

    “If you say so.”

    She wondered for a minute, if it would ever be worth mentioning that night, should she cross paths with him at work. But probably not. Baekhyun was, well, Baekhyun, and she was just an assistant at the company. She doubted he would ever address her as anything more than someone from work.

    They two went on to have a nice morning in together, and they were halfway through their first romcom of the day when she felt her phone ringing, looking to see a call coming from an unknown number. Suhyun paused the movie for her as she answered..

    “Hello? Who is this?”

    “You know I was a little hurt that you were gone this morning, I could’ve gone for round two.”

    She froze, almost dropping her phone at the sound of his voice. Suhyun was furiously whispering at her, demanding to know who it was after seeing the shocked look on her friend's face.

    “Hello? Y/n?”

    “Sorry!” She quickly said. “Did I forget something last night? Why did you call me?”

    Suhyun’s eyes went wide as she continued her whisper yelling, now asking if it was him, and for her to put him on speaker. For a moment she took the phone from her ear and quickly told her she had to be quiet before pressing the speaker button.

    “Aside from your underwear, I think you got everything. Do you want them back? I really don’t mind keeping them.”

    Her face had gone bright red at his crude words. She could hear the smirk on his face even through the phone, and Suhyun looked like she was about to burst from having to stay silent through it all.

    “No, um, why are you calling me though? How did you even get my number?”

    “I looked it up with the company. Are you busy Saturday night? A friend’s having a party and I’d like you to come.”

    She and Suhyun locked eyes, both in disbelief. More than anything though she was confused, as far as she knew Baekhyun was not the type to call the next day, let alone hook up with a girl more than once. It made no sense why she was being invited out like this, and it almost made her uneasy.

    “I-I’m not busy.”

    “Wonderful, I’ll pick you up at 8. Just text me the address.”

    “Okay.”

    “See you Saturday then, bye sweetheart.”

    “Bye..”

    And with that, he hung up.

    The two girls still just sat there staring at each other, as if to confirm that they’d both just heard the same conversation.

    “Holy fuck.” Suhyun eventually let out. “You are one lucky bitch.”

    She just barely laughed, mind already going wild with the thought of getting to see him again. “I can’t believe he… why would he…?”

    “He must’ve really liked you!”

    “But that doesn’t make sense.”

    Suhyun gave her friend a look, raising her eyebrows. “Come on y/n don’t do this you know you’re hot, are you really that shocked that he wants to see you again? Especially if the sex was that good?”

    She thought about it for a second, and it was true, it had been incredible, but she figured that was just how it was with him, no matter what girl might happen to be in his bed any given night. Had he really liked fucking her so much that he wanted to have her again?

    “I guess I thought it was always like that with him…”

    “It takes two to tango. There must’ve been something about you that stood out, just be happy! You get to go do it all again, and maybe you guys will even make it a regular thing! How amazing would that be? Although if you start seeing him a lot I want to meet him too, do you think he’d be nice? If you introduce us?”

    “He seemed alright…” she said, a little ashamed to admit that the two hadn’t exactly spent much time talking, another reason she found it so strange that he wanted to see her again. “We didn’t really talk much.”

    “You guys just got right to business huh?” Suhyun laughed.

    “Well it’s kind of hard to talk to each other in a club and on the ride over to his place we talked, but it was basically just him making me feel insane telling me all the shit he was gonna do later.”

    “God I don’t know how you were able to handle all that I think I would’ve gone insane.”

    “Oh trust me I was, he kept insisting that I look him in the eyes and stuff, I felt like my brain was going to melt.”

    Part of her wondered if that had something to do with him taking a liking to her, if he enjoyed seeing her so desperate and flustered, although she found it difficult to imagine any girl reacting to him much differently. It wasn’t just the fact that he was a celebrity either, there was something about him that made her feel unlike any other guy before. Baekhyun, while not being particularly tall or strong looking, still had this aura about him. Men like Chanyeol easily exuded power and confidence, just from their appearance, but Baekhyun went about it differently. He knew that while he wasn’t built like Chanyeol, he still was blessed with a handsome face and good proportions, and it was the way he combined this with his humor and wit that made him so attractive. The confidence that came from him was less obvious, but it was still very much there. Someone passing him by on the street might not immediately recognize him as a huge celebrity, it was when he spoke, what he said and how he said it, that gave him so much power. He knew how to speak to get what he wanted from people and his voice was deep and commanding in a way that left little room to question him, and he understood this well.

    “I wonder what it’ll be like Saturday…”

    “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

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  • writerfrommoon
    19.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Enhypen as your classmate

    Jake shim

    the sweetest classmates in your classmate he would help you even if you don't want any help he Alwyas Bring extra stationary incase of need

    Yang jungwon

    He rarely talks in class as he always focused on his books he is the topper of the class and also he love sharing books with the class and making the class smart as him

    Riki Nishimura

    prankster of the class. The class would be filled oh laughter because of him he always makes the students laugh and likes pulling prank at everyone

    Lee heeseung

    Being a stern leader of the class he and jungwon always score high marks in the class and he would help everyone with the study one day before the exam

    Sunghoon park

    Girls would fangirl around him so much. Can't blame him hes too handsome to be left alone listening to pop music he always sleep at the last bench to get some peaceful times

    Jongseong park

    Richest student in your class he would brag about his stuffs alot. You better praise him or else he will roast the hell out of your stuffs and you in front of everyone

    Sunwoo kim

    The drama king of the class he would roll his eyes at everyone when he is annoyed but also a cutie pie of the class he would feed the whole class about his handmade food

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  • exosmutfactory
    19.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    I'm There 001

    originally posted by exo-stentialism

    Maybe—just maybe—saying yes to Baekhyun’s endearing confession 5 years ago was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

    2022 Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Story Masterlist | Part 1✓

    networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net @/exowritersnet

    pairing — Baekhyun x You

    word count — 1.8k

    genre — r&b singer! baekhyun, boyfriend! baekhyun, lovers!au, romance, angst, smut (in part 2), and fluff

    [ This chapter contains: little angst, fluff, and romance 💞 ]

    A/N: Fun fact: I was supposed to write and post this on Jan 1st 2021... Yeah, a whole year of procrastination 💀 let's go! 😄💗✨

    ⏰💋 I'm There Tag List: 💋⏰

    @to-all-the-stories-i-love @you-n-me-e-e @insta1010 @bellamendoza @bbhflrt @weirdoome @marovekian1 @pearliejoy @loey0491 @jennxx3 @soonvivi @jairahxelle @geniusloey @pvtbbh @baekyeonoreo @you-n-me-e-e @bigbobohu @bubutaeyongie

    You hate your job.

    No, seriously, you hate it so much. The building, the atmosphere, the people. Oh god, the people are the absolute worst.

    All your coworkers do is get into utter bullshitty situations that always end with your whole department being reprimanded by your Director. Especially during the first week of July when festive fireworks are in high demand. If you counted how many orders you have had to rearrange today alone, you would be a billionaire. That’s how stupid all of them are. Why did you have to work with incompetent idiots who don’t even know how to use—let alone access a spreadsheet despite the Excel certificate stated clearly in their resumes?

    Yeah, you’re not one to hate anything, but with the emotional drain this warehouse subjects you to on a weekly basis, you’ve reached your inwardly coolheaded limit. The number of times you have sworn your boss’ name up and down these dark corridors during endless after-hours of cleaning up after the daydreaming workers in the cubicles next to you... Thankfully, mind readers don’t exist.

    Well, except for him.

    The man of your affection who has recently dyed his hair to a jaw-dropping orange hue. Trust him to make you change your mind about hating that god-awful color. There’s no room for hate when you’re tugging fiery locks between your legs.

    That’s what he’s good at—switching your opinion on trivial matters. Except for that time you argued over which shade of blue was the best for the curtains in your shared apartment. You wanted bright colors, not ones that would remind you how much your weekdays suck every time you enter your home. Thankfully a store employee had suggested sky blue for a compromise. It made his contrasting locks of hair appear less like an eyesore and more of a balance against the flowing fabric. You’d take small bickers over house decorations than missing files at work any day.

    “Baekhoney, I’m home!” You carefully close the front door behind you, locking the dead-bolt with furrowed brows, glancing around the dark house. Isn’t he home? He’d usually be all over you by now, living by his motto of greeting you with a, “welcome home,” kiss. Unless he has a gig tonight… but wouldn’t he have told you? You haven’t heard from him since your short phone call during your lunch break.

    Just thinking about the reason why your break got cut short makes your blood boil. You have to put all your focus into not seeing red while tentatively setting your shoes aside. His indoor slippers are missing, so he must be around here somewhere. Probably wearing the sound-canceling headphones that you bought him last Christmas. Not a day goes by where you don’t regret buying him those.

    “Baekhyun?” You flick on the light to the hallway, slowly making your way to the slightly ajar door to the left of the master bedroom. The flashing of bright lights and faint crash noises tells you all that you need to know.

    You open the door all the way, switching on the room light. An amused smile quirks your lips at the sight of him jumping in his seat, his orange locks of hair fluffing up from the motion.

    “Baby?” Baekhyun gasps, yanking the headphones off so quickly a few strands of hair are left around the ear-muffs as he spins around to face you. “When did you get here?”

    “Just now,” you murmur, leaning against the doorframe with a hand on your hip. “I called for you, but you never answered.”

    “Ah…” You’d find his sheepish smile and oversized hoodie endearing if you hadn’t had three different people yell at you for being a minute late on resubmitting edited reports today. “I’m sorry, love. I thought you were working later today.”

    “It’s fine,” you mutter, trying to keep your lips from twitching. Just because you had a bad day doesn’t mean you should take it out on him.

    “What’s wrong?” Baekhyun’s voice softens, his brown eyes full of concern.

    You reel in your emotions, shifting out of the doorway. “Nothing.”

    “Hey.” His hand wraps around your wrist before you can leave, gently pulling you into his arms. “What is it? You know you can talk to me.”

    “I-” you shake your head, relaxing against him. “It’s-”

    “Tell me?” he looks at you with those deep, brown eyes, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

    “It’s so stupid.” You sigh, looking away from him.

    “Baby, look at me.” He tucks his hand under your chin, urging you to face him again. “Your feelings?” he raises a brow, staring deep into your eyes with his serious ones, “are not stupid to me.”

    “I…” you’re at a loss for words, your heart stuttering in your chest. He has told you this a million times over the course of your relationship, but it still hits you in your feelings. The emotions you have to keep bottled up just to make it through another day at that place. “Work was hell,” you mutter, your avoidant eyes drifting back to him when he brushes his thumb over your cheek every now and then. “You know how it is.”

    “I do.” He agrees, but his eyebrows are furrowed when you lock eyes again. The worry in his brown eyes makes your own start to sting.

    “I’ll go shower,” you rush, lowering your head. Hurrying out of the room while blinking rapidly to chase the moisture away.

    Baekhyun wraps his arms around your waist before you can escape, hugging your back to his chest and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, resting his chin on your shoulder. It relaxes you instantly, making your heart race. He has always had this calming effect on you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

    “I love you too,” you whisper when his kisses grow more daring, his lips covering your sensitive neck in a path of small, passionate flames. It takes a lot of willpower to gently push him away. You need to wash the smell of dust and the remainder of the day away before you can fall into his alluring arms again.

    The walk to the bathroom in your shared bedroom feels endless. You grit your teeth as memories of today cross your mind, souring your mood all over again. If you could quit your job, you would in a heartbeat. That’s how bad it is to be there for you. Every day makes you feel like a ticking volcano waiting to erupt without a warning. But you support Baekhyun’s dreams even more.

    Your lips quirk up when you remember how he came into your life 4 years ago. Barreling down the street with 3 excited husky pups in tow while you had just walked out of a coffee shop with 8 cups in your arms. Chaos ensued, but when you were laying within his arms while he apologized profusely for your ruined shirt, you couldn’t be mad at him for long. Not back then, and not here now.

    You finish your shower and pull on one of his shirts, coming out of the bathroom feeling much better than you did going in. Finding Baekhyun lounging on your bed, flipping through channels as the smell of vanilla-scented candles hits your nose. Your smile softens and your aching heart soars when he looks up at you with those warm brown eyes. You love this man so much, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

    “Hey,” he smiles at you when you climb into bed, instinctively wrapping his arm around you. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his cinnamon scent. Hugging him close and throwing a leg over his waist. Baekhyun hums, pulling you closer and running his hand through your hair. The beat of his steady heart chases all of your bad thoughts away. You can face the world a million times over if you get to return home to him every day.

    “Do you want to talk about it?” he murmurs into your hair, curling loose strands behind your ear. You take a while to answer. On one hand, you don’t want to ruin the tranquil bubble you are in, but on the other, you know how bad it gets when you hold everything in.

    “Veronica messed up the dates on 40 reports,” you mutter, rolling your eyes when you remember the fake look of confusion on her face. “I had to edit them all and resend them, and had 3 different department directors screaming at me for being a minute late.”

    “But that’s not your fault.”

    “My job is to send them in.” You shrug, having already had a similar conversation with your boss a thousand times. “I didn’t ‘do my job’ correctly.”

    “She didn’t do hers either.”

    “I’m the one at the end of the process, B.” You sigh, resting your head on his chest. “If I don’t do my job right, all of it is for nothing.”

    “But she messed up-”

    “And the director has made it pretty clear that I have to pick up the pieces after her as well.” You don’t even try to suppress your passive-aggressive smile. At the end of the day, you get the blame for everything while doing the work for 1 to 3 people ahead of you in the process of sending in reports to the higher-ups. Your blood boils until Baekhyun’s thumb brushes over your hip. It calms you down in an instant.

    “You’re stressed.” He points out.

    “That I am,” you joke at your own expense. Baekhyun frowns nonetheless, worry swirling in his brown eyes again. Not even the light from the TV can hide the dimness in his irises. “You should quit, baby. If work has got you to this point, you don’t have to deal with it.”

    If only things were that easy… Life is different now. Gone are the days of working on your Bachelor’s degree. You’re fending for yourself out in the real world now. You have your own place and bills to pay. Too many things are at stake for you to quit your job at the factory. The work is hell, but they pay you well enough to stay on top of things and help Baekhyun fulfill his dreams.

    He’s a shining star, born to be out there on stage. Performing for hundreds and thousands of people who flock his way. He’s like a magnet; a tempting flame drawing all the moths in. He’s so close to securing a record deal, and you’d watch hell freeze over before taking that away from him.

    “I’m fine,” you lift your head, smiling reassuringly at him. Knowing how happy he is and the way his whole face lights up after every performance is all the motivation you need to keep working hard for him. “As long as I have you by my side, I’ll be okay.” You steal his breath with a kiss and press him back into the pillows, melting under his hands caressing your exposed skin.

    Part 2 |

    A/N: Two more chapters to go~~ <3

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  • solarhypen
    18.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    kiss me more || n.rk

    pairing: riki x gn!reader
    genre: fluff, friends to lovers
    warnings: none !
    featuring: jake,, as ni-ki's lonely single wingman
    a/n: written by my cringey asf y11 self I'm really sorry 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
    summary: in a world where the chance of your crush liking you back are infinitesimal, Riki desperately hoped to be part of that minority.

                                                                                                  

    "Y/n? What's your ideal type?" Jake kept pestering you as you were trying to complete your chores. 

    "Hmm.. I think I'd want someone around my age. A person who knows how to have have fun-" 

    "Oooh~" Jake wiggled his eyebrows at you. In response, you pushed him out of your way slightly so you could pick up the pile of freshly laundered clothes on the chair behind him. 

    "Not like that, you perv. I just don’t want to feel like I'm with a parent instead of a partner." 

    Sorting the clothes, you bumped into Riki, who had been standing silently, observing you for the past 5 minutes. "Sorry Riki, almost forgot you were there, what with how quiet you were. Is everything okay? You're usually really loud.." 

    Concerned, you turned around and stood on your tiptoes, placing the back of your hand on his cheek to check his temperature. "You don't have a fever, but you're really red." You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Okay, well you know where the paracetamol is if you need it. I'm going to put these clothes upstairs though. Call me if you need me." 

    Eyes glued to your steadily retreating figure, Riki barely noticed that Jake had begun to speak to him. "... Riki are you listening to me? Riki? RIKI?!" 

    "OH! Sorry, Jake, what were you saying?" The boy in question slapped his face with his palm lightly out of exasperation. 

    "What I was saying," he gave Riki a pointed look, and Riki faced the ground sheepishly, "is that once Y/n comes back, we should ask them more about their ideal type. I've got a good feeling about this." 

    "If you say so." Riki collapsed in a heap on the chair that was previously occupied, head in his hands. 

    "Now I'm feeling worried about you, Riki. I think this is the quietest you've been since you were in the womb," Jake joked, but the younger boy didn't seem to find it funny. 

    "Jake, what if Y/n doesn't like me?" He finally uttered the words that had been on his mind since he came to the realisation of his true feelings for his friend. 

    "I can't lie to you, these things don't always turn out how you want them to, but that's life, am I right? Even so, I think you have a pretty good chance with them. Just trust in the plan that the universe has written for you, okay? If Y/n doesn't like you then it just wasn't meant to be, but you have to believe that if you weren't destined for this, then there's someone even better waiting for you in your future." Jake patted Riki’s head softly, ruffling his fluffy hair. 

    Swatting his hands away, Riki stood up and gave Jake a 'bro hug', but broke away when he heard soft footsteps on the carpeted floor of the staircase, indicating the arrival of the person he was infatuated with. 

    "So, Y/nnn," Jake winked discreetly at the boy standing next to him, "You didn't finish telling us about your ideal type." 

    Rolling your eyes, you began to load a pile of dirty clothes into the washer. "Well, I guess I'll just describe the kind of person I want. Hmm. I'd want someone tall, funny, kind. They'd need to be able to put up with all my bullshit and be understanding when I'm being a bit annoying. And I'd like for them to be really affectionate, and like PDA, because you know what I'm like." 

    With every point you made, Jake's grin grew wider, making Riki feel slightly uncomfortable. "Bro," he hissed, "you look like a psycho." 

    "Shut up, Riki," Jake whispered back. "Carry on, Y/n." 

    You put a capful of fabric softener into the machine and closed the draw, starting the wash cycle. "Well, I think that's it. I don't have the right to say I want him to be cute or whatever when I straight up look like a rat." You finished up your task and walked over to the middle of the kitchen, leaning against the island.

    Riki frowned at the blatant lie you had just uttered. "You know what? I disagree with you. I think you're stunning, and that you could have anyone you set your eyes on." The pinkish hue of your cheeks from his words was what gave him the confidence to approach you, walking closer and closer, until there was a metre's gap between you and him. "In fact, I think you could even catch me if you tried." 

    "You think I could capture your heart if I tried?" He nodded slowly. 

    "Prove it." After those two words you spoke, Riki didn't hesitate to walk even closer towards you, until he was right in front of you. Picking you up by your hips, he placed you on top of the kitchen island and put his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you in his hold. 

    He started to lean in, but paused and looked at you, silently asking you if you were comfortable, which you answered by closing the distance between the two of you, connecting your lips at long last. 

    Eyes tightly shut, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer as your lips moved in sync. Lost in the moment, you couldn't seem to pull yourself away from each other, breaking apart only when you felt lightheaded from the lack of air. 

    He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes now open, staring into yours with adoration. "Is that proof enough for you, sweetheart?" 

    "Actually," you giggled. "I'm not entirely convinced. I think you need to kiss me more." 

    "Gladly, my darling," he murmured, crashing his lips on yours as if his life depended on this kiss. Somewhat flustered, it took a while for you to realise that you weren’t reciprocating Riki’s efforts, before amending your actions.

    [Jake exits awkwardly, feeling single]

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  • wonjaems
    18.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    ☆ 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ?!! ☆

    #yang jungwon#jungwon fluff#enhypen jungwon#jungwon moodboard #yang jungwon fluff #yang jungwon fanfic #enhypen jungwon fluff #jungwon ff #enhypen yang jungwon #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen layouts #enhypen messy layouts #enhypen moodboard#fairycore#kpop moodboard#moodboard#aesthetic moodboard#enhypen#enha moodboard #jungwon messy packs #jungwon messy layouts #jungwon messy icons
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  • enha-hwajinna
    18.01.2022 - 2 days ago
    FEVER LINE DISTRIBUTION

    *ೃ༄ click here! to see the masterlist

    [ heeseung ]

    oh, give me fever

    [ jake , sunoo ]

    eoreum gateun nun, geu bulgeun nunbit

    breaking me in two, nareul heundeulji

    wangjwae anjeun ne ape seol ttae

    nae ane taneun bulgil

    [ sunghoon , jay ]

    what I gotta do, tteugeoun soni

    neoreul chajado, i cannot have it

    neoege sondaeseon an dwae, jeoldae

    hajiman ikkeulliji

    nan apeulsurok neol weonhae

    [ ni-ki ]

    meomchweo jebal, meomchuji ma

    meomchweo jebal, meomchuji ma (ah)

    [ jungwon , sunoo ]

    neo ttaemune onmomi taolla

    neo ttaemune shimjangi mokmalla

    like a fever, fever, fever, fever

    neol ango shipeo

    neol ango shipeo

    [ heeseung , ginna ]

    mireonaedo nae ane taolla

    jaega dwaedo bulkkochi pieona

    like a fever, fever, fever

    neol alko shipeo

    neol alko shipeo

    [ sunoo , jungwon ]

    don’t stop!

    geurae all day, all day taeweojweo

    please stop!

    naye taeyangiyeo geuman baby oh baby

    [ ginna ]

    ireon nal eotteoke jom haejweo eotteoke jom nal

    nal noajweo nal anajweo

    nal noajweo nal anajweo

    [ ni-ki , sunoo ]

    neo ttaemune onmomi taolla

    neo ttaemune shimjangi mokmalla

    like a fever, fever, fever, fever

    neol ango shipeo

    neol ango shipeo

    [ jake , heeseung ]

    mireonaedo nae ane taolla

    jaega dwaedo bulkkochi pieona

    like a fever, fever, fever

    neol alko shipeo

    neol alko shipeo

    [ ginna , jay ]

    neo ttaemune onmomi taolla

    neo ttaemune shimjangi mokmalla

    like a fever, fever, fever, fever

    neol ango shipeo

    neol ango shipeo

    [ ginna , sunghoon ]

    mireonaedo nae ane taolla

    jaega dwaedo bulkkochi pieona

    like a fever, fever, fever

    neol alko shipeo

    neol alko shipeo

    ENGENES / TWITTER REACT TO THIS !

    GINNA SINGING TWO CHORUSES ?!?!?! 😳😳🥵🥵

    ⎯ post retweeted; as she should 😩

    at first i was afraid that ginna doesn't get a lot lines cause she's the only girl but throughout the ending ?!?! 😳🥵

    ⎯ post retweeted; i will sue hybe if that gonna happen >:)

    just because that girl gets a lot lines, jungwon have less line 🙄

    post retweeted; uhm what the fuck are you alking 'bout? i think jungwon-ie just got a perfect amount of lines 😐

    #enhypen #8th member of enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen added member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen female oc #enhypen ff#enhypen oc#enhypen reactions #enhypen x oc #enhypen imagine#spotify #ginna's enhypen 8th member #ginna#leehwajin #kpop added member #kpop au#kpop imagines#kpopidol#kpop#line distribution#fever enhypen
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  • enha-hwajinna
    18.01.2022 - 2 days ago
    DRUNK-DAZED LINE DISTRIBUTION

    *ೃ༄ click here! to see the masterlist

    [ jungwon , ginna ]

    areumdapgo hwangholhae

    banjjagineun nae gangmageun daiamondeu

    gyuchik eomneun segyeneun

    jeonbu dwijipyeo dwijipyeo seoisseo

    [ heeseung , sunoo

    turning up the party, now

    haneuren nae bari, wow

    saramdeureun ha ha, high

    nae gwitsogeneun la la, loud

    nunbusyeo, baby

    i jomyeong, shining

    we're in love with this carnival

    [ jake , jungwon ]

    sasil museowo nan

    chulleongineun jansok i chwihan segye

    geu kkeuten mogi taneun nae mam

    but i just wanna stay

    [ jungwon , jay , sunghoon ]

    neukkyeojyeo, nae meorin daze, daze, daze

    jungdoge ppajyeo replay, play, play

    wonham wonhaneun daero

    gal ttaekkaji gabwa go

    nareul gadun carnival wow, wow

    [ sunoo , jay , heeseung , jake ]

    dasi nae simjangi daze, daze, daze

    can't control my body dance, dance, dance

    dalkomhan i hyanggido

    bulgeunbit songgonnido

    jeulgyeobwa, i carnival wow, wow

    [ ni-ki , sunoo ]

    mmm gyeonggyeseoneul neomeo nal bulleo nal

    modeun geosi bakkwieo, modu muneojyeo

    jamgin mun neomeo son ppeodeo nan

    gotongi nal bangyeo, galjeungui hyangyeon

    [ ginna , sunghoon ]

    sasil duryeowo nan

    geoul sogui naega natseolgiman hae

    i gamyeon dwi chorahan jinsil

    but I never escape

    [ heeseung , jay , ginna ]

    neukkyeojyeo, nae meorin daze, daze, daze

    jungdoge ppajyeo replay, play, play

    wonham wonhaneun daero

    gal ttaekkaji gabwa go

    nareul gadun carnival wow, wow

    [ sunoo , jay , jungwon , jake ]

    dasi nae simjangi daze, daze, daze

    can't control my body dance, dance, dance

    dalkomhan i hyanggido

    bulgeunbit songgonnido

    jeulgyeobwa, i carnival wow, wow

    [ ni-ki ]

    naege jueojin geu bit

    seonghwaui bulgil ah

    juini doel ttaekkaji imma ride

    [ ginna , jay , jake ]

    neukkyeojyeo, nae meorin daze, daze, daze

    jungdoge ppajyeo replay, play, play

    wonham wonhaneun daero

    gal ttaekkaji gabwa go

    nareul gadun carnival wow, wow

    [ heeseung , jay , jake ]

    dasi nae simjangi daze, daze, daze

    can't control my body dance, dance, dance

    dalkomhan i hyanggido

    bulgeunbit songgonnido

    jeulgyeobwa, i carnival wow, wow

    [ sunghoon , ni-ki ]

    nan nareul kkaewo

    simjangeul taewo

    nae kkumeul chaewo

    nan nareul kkaewo

    simjangeul taewo

    nae kkumeul chaewo

    ENGENES / TWITTER REACT TO THIS !

    ginna's voice is more stable than my whole life :/

    ⎯ post retweeted; i think we're all are :/

    ginna be singing calm and cool while laying on floor? that's a real singer 😩

    ⎯ post retweeted; THEY ALL ARE 😩

    not ginna be able to flirt with us despite the dance is rushing and the beat are fast

    ⎯ post retweeted; that's just how her real nature on the stage 🥵

    #spotify#enhypen #8th member of enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen added member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen female oc #enhypen ff#enhypen oc#enhypen reactions #enhypen x oc #enhypen imagine#line distribution #ginna's enhypen 8th member #ginna#leehwajin #kpop added member #kpop au#kpopidol#kpop imagines#kpop#female member #female!kpop #enhypen eighth member #drunk dazed
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  • da-bins-yu
    17.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 ┊𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞 ┊,…,

    #Gᴇɴʀᴇ — angst, death au

    #Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — Mark Lee x Gender neutral!reader

    #Wᴏʀᴅ Cᴏᴜɴᴛ — 4.006 words

    #Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — idol death/suicide, alcoholism, attempted suicide/self-harm, cursing, drug intake, hallucinations, mental illness, argument between reader + the dreamies, multiple p.o.v’s, plot twist in the end

    𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ➛ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖴.𝖲. 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌.

    #Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s Nᴏᴛᴇ — If you can read, you can reblog. Please reblog my work if you enjoy it for the purposes to increase visibility/popularity. This idea literally came into my head after watching a sad ass suicide/romance movie so yea lol. Enjoy ~~ !!

    Everything around you had fallen silent except for the faint beeping sound vibrating through your head as the voice mail ended, your body stiff as you stared blankly at your cell phone. You wanted to scream, yell, move, hit, kick, just feel or do something…anything. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t even feel yourself breathing anymore. Everything was frozen and numb to you until you felt the tingling prickle of your warm tears flowing messily down your face, landing onto the bare skin of your pant fabric.
    The sound of the entrance doors being slammed open, scampering footprints following close behind, was growing prominent as you heard the familiar voices of the members, Yuta running your way before hastily shaking you by your shoulders, the rest behind him as he shouted your name in panic.
    “𝘠/𝘕! 𝘠/𝘕 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦?! 𝘠/𝘕! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦! 𝘠/𝘕!”

    **𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊**

    You sat down in your chair, stretching your back and arms a bit before turning towards the files and documents that stained your work area and computer screen. You began typing and writing quietly, hoping to at least finish half of your work before your shift ended. A few minutes into your work, you heard your phone buzz with the alarm you set for notifications, peering over your now-lighted phone screen as you saw a voice mail sent from an unsaved number.
    Hesitating slightly, you shrugged off the doubtful worry that was in your mind and clicked on the voice mail, staring off into the window in front of you as you listened to the message play.
    **𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐥** “𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝖬 𝖤𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖫𝖾𝖾, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖬, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖭𝖢𝖳’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾. 𝖢𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

    **𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄**

    You felt the movement of your body and the muffled yelling and cries of the other members as they tried to get you to respond yet everything was almost moving in slo-mo around you, everything a slow, blurred vision around you. Your senses snap back into place after a few more seconds, your face and chin stained with the wetness of your emotions as you slowly turn your head to face Yuta and the few other members accompanying him.
    “𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘠/𝘕?”
    All you could manage to do was stare at the others, your vision blurring even more rapidly than before as your steamed tears rushed down your cheeks and down from your face as the members exchanged panicked expressions. Jaehyun and Xiaojun helped you up from your chair as they all walked you out and down the hallway of your job, leading you down into the inner parking lot.
    Once you all reached the large, dark-hued van that was awaiting, Yuta opened the car door and helped you settle in, everyone else settling in soon after as the van takes off and speeds out of the parking lot, your body still stiff and your tears still pouring. After about ten minutes of silence mixed with the sound of speeding cars, you feel the van pull into the lot of a large, familiar building until it clicked where you were. SM Entertainment.
    Your eyes were beyond the point of heavy as the faint trail of previous tears stained your cheeks, you relying on the support of the others to even stand up straight as they gently led you into the backdoor entrance of the building, earning quiet yet sympathetic glances as they were already aware of the situation, packing up their things solemnly as you all passed by them. Jungwoo quickly opens the door of their practice room as you are soon greeted by the remaining members, their cries echoing throughout the walls as they turn their attention towards your shattered frame.
    “𝘠-𝘠/𝘕....𝘩-𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦....”
    “𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘠/𝘕..”
    That was all it took for you to fall to your knees weakly, the sobs you didn’t even know you were holding escaping your throat as you cried violently, your fists in tight balls as you pressed your face to your knees, shaking lightly, feeling the members swallow you in their growing embrace. Your cries and screams only intensified with each longing second, the fact of the matter finally hitting you. Mark Lee, your beloved boyfriend, was gone. He was really gone. And he wasn’t coming back.
    Feeling the surrounding warmth begin to ease up, Kun softly kneeled down next to you, carefully pressing his hand down on your shoulder, moving some of your hair from your soaked face as you continued to wail into your lap.
    “𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘠/𝘕. 𝘞𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.”, he spoke in the softest of tones, biting back the urge to break down with you as he heard your bawling continue, glancing up at the others with tear-filled doe eyes before slowly getting up to walk everyone out, hoping to give you privacy inside of the empty practice room. Hours had passed and you were still in the same position, your voice to hoarse to even let out any more sobs or cries that were still threatening to tear from you.
    All you could manage to think about was all of the moments you had seen Mark, seen him smile, the sound of laughter replaying in your head a million times. Hell, you had just spoke on the phone with him the beginning day of the tour. Everything had seemed so perfect. Using the small bit of strength you were even surprised you still had, you peered down at the shining, silver promise ring that decorated your ring finger, the engraved print reading : “𝖠𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒”.
    You felt your bottom lip begin to quiver, your hands shaking unsteadily as you stared meekly at the quote, a tear falling deeply onto the carved lettering before running down and splashing onto the tile floor beneath you. Leaning up and steadying yourself onto a nearby stool by the corner of a wall, you helped yourself to lean up, sniffing violently as your tears overwhelmed your vision. After stumbling back a few times, you regain your posture and become steady enough to hold yourself upright.
    Walking out from the dimmed room, you staggered your way through the hall, cloudily recalling the way in which you came in through. You finally made it to the exiting hallway, walking towards the back door of the stony silent establishment, walking past a slimly-cracked doorframe as you overheard the growing cries and snivels coming from familiar voices.
    “𝘞𝘩𝘺....𝘞𝘏𝘠 𝘋𝘐𝘋 𝘐𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌 𝘏𝘐𝘔! 𝘏-𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴...”
    “𝘐-𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦....𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸-𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴-𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠/𝘕…”
    You felt like you had been sucker punched in the stomach all over again, your throat dry yet eyes soaking. You didn’t want to stay and hear any longer. You couldn’t. You began to rush out of the back doors, fresh tears on the brim of falling as you made your way out into the busying street ahead. Without any care, you sprinted into the lanes, semi-blinded by the bright headlights that rushed passed and headed towards you, the mixture of blaring car horns and the warning yells from the members filling your ears.
    “𝘠/𝘕 𝘕𝘖!”
    “𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦!”
    Everything turning into the same messy blur it had been previously, the drowning sound of beeping and screaming, you dashed through the street and made it to the other side of the lane, an upcoming truck barely missing you by a few seconds. You didn’t know where you were going but at the moment, you didn’t even care. Ignoring the screaming others behind you, you briskly made your way towards a nearby liquor store, the vibrant sign leading the way.
    You had pushed open the thick glass doors of the store, the man behind the counter jumping by the sudden noise, turning his head towards you before speaking as you leaned weakly against the front of the counter.
    “𝘜𝘮.. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢'𝘢𝘮/𝘴𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦-”
    “𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶..𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭...𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦…”, you interrupted, the man taking in your disheveled appearance before heaving in a sigh and making his way behind around the corner to the liquor cache stored in the back. After about a few seconds, the older man came back out with two bottles in hand before standing them up on the counter.
    “𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘉-𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢'𝘢𝘮/𝘴𝘪𝘳.”
    You slowly pulled out your wallet from your pant pocket and opened it up, reaching for your license before shakily handing it to the worker. You watched dimly as he scanned your ID, looking up at his computer screen before pressing tapping in a few buttons and looking back up at you and handing you back your license and giving you your charge.
    After you payed, you grabbed the two bottles, only replying to the man with a broken glance as he asked if you were alright, and maybe wanted a bag for your alcohol. Walking out of the store, you began on your way home, ignoring the various catcalls you received by a few people hanging around the sidewalk and bus stops. You continued to walk on for about 13 minutes until you reached your apartment, pulling out your keys before sticking it in the lock and twisting, the door emitting a loud creaking sound as you pushed it open, barely closing it behind you.
    You threw everything you had in your hands and pockets down except for your liquor, stumbling your way into your bathroom as you flipped the light switch on, taking in your appearance as you stared in the mirror, biting down on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from breaking down all over again. You pressed your back against the wall, your eyes shut tight as you began to replay everything over again in your mind.
    It hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt to remember all of the amazing moments you and Mark had shared. It hurt to hear the cries of his members as you had run through the halls. It hurt to know that the man you had loved would never be coming back to you. Throughout all of these thoughts, you had began to cry all over again, the tears colder than they had been all night. You popped open one of the bottles of alcohol you had bought, pushing it to the side before slowly opening the mirror-reflecting medicine cabinet that was hanging from the side of your bathroom wall.
    You peered into the mirror of the cabinet momentarily, your eyes shooting wide as you see the reflection of Mark staring back at you with a soft smile, pressing his hand to the mirror as you do the same, slowly but surely. Your tears begin flowing down gradually as you watch his reflection disappear once your hand reaches his, the lingering image of his smile playing in your mind as you let out a strangled bawl, opening the cabinet to reveal a few pill bottles, mainly prescribed medicine.
    You take out a pill bottle from the cabinet, turning the bottle to read the description as the bottom read in bolded underlined font : “𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹/𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀!”
    You ignore the warning caption, twisting open the thick white cap of the bottle and pouring a few pills into your hand before lying the bottle on the edge of the bathroom sink counter, taking the open bottle of liquor in your other hand as you pop a capsule into your mouth, mixing it with the alcohol in your hand, swallowing it all together. You soon feel your breathing slow down, your chest becoming heavy as you body goes limp for a few seconds, dizziness taking over your consciousness as you hit the cold floor of the bathroom.
    The thud causes the pill bottle to fall from the counter and land on the tile floor, the medication scattering messily across the bathroom as you drop the bottle of liquor causing it to pour out from the bottle as you fell. You begin crying out as your head starts aching vigorously, a faint thumping noise banging through your skull as you curl up into a ball, the sound of Mark’s voice repeating over and over again as you sob and shut your eyes, gripping onto your hair.
    “𝘈𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.”
    Your wails were continuous as your vision began to fade bit by bit, hearing banging on the door followed by the voices of Doyoung and Jaemin, their yelling laced with worry. You couldn’t even reach the counter edge to hold yourself up, you could feel yourself becoming more limp by each second. Eventually the banging subsided as they assumed you had just wanted time to be alone. There you lied, broken, crying, and seconds away from unconsciousness, the whole word around you fading to a meaningless black.

    **𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑**

    A few days had passed and Mark’s death was taking more of a toll than it had the night of the news. You had practically been ghosting the world and even though it wasn’t intentional, you just didn’t know how to deal with yourself. You sat in your living room, watching various videos that you and Mark had taken together, mostly during his practice and on cute dates with each other.
    You were doing alright with holding in your pressuring tears until you saw a clip of Mark on the filming set of one of NCT’s most recent project, him dressed in your favorite color, his sweet smile dancing along his features as he held a basketball in one hand before turning to the camera and pointing.
    “𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘺𝘢.”, Mark cooed before shooting the basketball, watching hopefully as it landed smooth inside of the net, him giving the camera a shocked yet happy grin, Haechan laughing cutely in the background. You could feel your mouth slowly twisting into a pained smile, tears planted on the brim of your eyes. You were about to finish watching the clips until you heard your phone vibrate next to you.
    Looking over, the notification read that you had received a text message from Yuta to come over and meet with the rest of NCT and that it was important. Exhaling softly, you got up to get ready, throwing on some casual clothes before grabbing your phone, keys, and jacket. Once you had made it to SM’s building, you were greeted by the gloom yet hopeful faces of the members.
    “𝘏𝘦𝘺....𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦..𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?”, Doyoung smiled warmly even though with one simple look in his eyes, you could clearly tell how shattered he was. You returned his greeting with a smile before looking down, hoping no one would notice your sad glance.
    “𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺.”, you spoke softly. “𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴?”
    Doyoung turned to look behind him before sighing softly and responding.
    “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵....𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭…”, he replied, whispering slightly before taking your hand and leading you inside of the building where all of the members were located. Taeil jumped up happily, giving you a small smile along with Johnny and Yang Yang.
    “𝘠/𝘕! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵!”, Taeil spoke as you smiled and nodded faintly before turning to the others to speak.
    “𝘐'𝘮 𝘢-𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣-𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘠𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵...𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦?”, you questioned, jumping as you heard a voice come from behind you, realizing that it was Yuta. Turning around, you face him as he looks up with tear-stained doe eyes, holding various picture graphs and documents in his hand. Before you could ask what he was holding, Yuta began speaking, his voice shaky all the while.
    “𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩..𝘢𝘯𝘥..𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺....𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥....𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦..”, Yuta spoke, the tears threatening to spill from his eyes finally winning against him as he broke down, Xiaojun by his side to comfort him as everyone who hadn’t heard the news went completely wide-eyed and pale and the ones who already knew only began to sob harder.

    **𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊**

    — 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸’𝘀 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩 —

    I stood on the edge of the bridge dangling right above the Kiso River, peering down deeply at the dark water as it flowed and crashed against its own waves.
    “𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦..”, I laughed softly to myself in hopes of calming down my nerves, especially considering what it was I was about to do. I had tried so hard….spent my entire career trying to maintain peace but for that, the price I had to pay was my own sanity. I had spent countless night lying to my members, my fans, hell- even my own girlfriend/boyfriend that I was doing fine when really…I wasn’t.
    I couldn’t take it anymore…I couldn’t take all of the pressure and pain anymore. So I’ve decided to end it all. I steadied myself and stood up straight, stretching my head from side to side before taking a deep breath. I was about to jump but the image of everyone I cared about, NCT, NCTzens, my Y/N, flashed through my mind. I stepped back a bit as I felt my tears prickle down my cheeks, hitting my chin as I exhaled and cried to myself silently.
    I steadied myself once more, positioning myself on the edge of the bridge’s wall before looking down once more at the seemingly never-ending currents of the river before closing my eyes. Just as before, the image of all of my loved ones flashed before my eyes, only this time…I jumped.

    **𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄**

    You, on the other hand, were apart of the group who hadn’t heard about this news. Your body went numb as you heard the words ‘Mark’ and ‘suicide’ used in the same sentence. You gasped involuntarily, your eyes tearing up as you tried not to cry in front of everyone. You had swore that everything was okay, that Mark was okay. You didn’t think he would ever step to the option of suicide.
    “𝘞-𝘸𝘩𝘺- ...𝘩-𝘩𝘰𝘸- 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺...𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴..𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.....𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯-𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦...”, you hiccuped, the others sharing sympathetic and heartbroken glances, except for the dreamies, who were visibly angry.
    “𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘠/𝘕, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩..”, you heard Chenle snap, the atmosphere growing quiet except for Doyoung who was trying to tell Chenle to stop, only Chenle was so angry he just kept going on.
    “𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵! 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘩?!”
    “𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.”, Taeil warned as the rest of the dreamies joined in, agreeing with Chenle as the whole room was soon filled with chaos. You had a lump in your throat, eyes growing fuzzy as more tears threatened to fall. Had you been being self-centered about the whole thing? You understood that Mark’s death had affected everyone and not just you…right?
    The dreamies continued to argue with you, the older members cutting in to try and calm down the younger ones, yet everyone going silent as the sound of Doyoung yelling sternly filled the room and bounced off of the walls.
    “𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱! 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.”, Doyoung spoke strictly as everyone listened quietly, exchanging expressions and even the dreamies lowering their heads in apology, Chenle sniffing before doing the same.
    In the mist of the silence, you felt embarrassed and ashamed, holding in your sobs even though you were visibly crying. Before any more trouble was caused, you decided to leave, wanting to be there no longer to stir anything up, so clearing your throat softly and grabbing your things, you turning to Doyoung and Taeil before giving them a sad smile and excusing yourself as you heard them shouting after you but you continued to leave, walking quickly out of the door and rushing out as fast as you could. Your tears rushing down as fast as you were rushing out of the building itself.
    You found yourself outside of SM Entertainment, looking down at your buzzing phone as nothing but documentaries, videos, and news reports about “Kpop Superstar Mark Lee Found Dead At Age 23” flooded your dash and notifications. You couldn’t do anything but fall down to your knees, crouched down in the parking lot as you began to cry out loud, not caring who saw or heard you. Here you were all over again, broken, crying, and lost. You had landed back at square one all over again.

    **𝟗:𝟒𝟑 𝐏𝐌**

    — 𝗡𝗖𝗧’𝘀 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩 —

    (Jungwoo) Everyone was silent once Y/N left, especially the dreamies, who were currently in the other room being lectured by Taeil about their outburst. Me, Xiaojun, and Jaehyun were busy comforting Yuta as he continued to break down. Taeyong and Kun had gone to speak with Lee Soo-man and everyone else was struggling to keep themselves together, including me.
    (Doyoung) I paced back and forth, my mind running laps. Everything had just come down crashing after Mark’s death and I could definitely tell how much of a toll it had taken on our members let alone our company and fandom. I had been thinking about the situation with the dreamies and Y/N when I started to wonder if Y/N was okay.
    “𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘠/𝘕 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?” I questioned as the others looked at me before answering.
    (Jaehyun) “𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.”
    (Yuta) “𝘐-𝘐 𝘮-𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢-𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴-𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩-𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.”, Yuta spoke through tears.
    (Doyoung) I started to grow worried about Y/N, if she/he was alright, and how she had been taking in all of this. But…I decided to just let her/him be and hope the best for her/him until she/felt like reaching out again IF she/he would feel like speaking to us again especially after today’s incident.

    **𝟗:𝟒𝟓 𝐏𝐌**

    — 𝗬/𝗡’𝘀 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩 —

    I had made my way down to Kiso River a few minutes ago and was now standing dangerously close to the edge of the bridge as I stared at the dark, flowing waves, my expression blank and emotionless yet the warm tears flowing down my cheeks said otherwise. I couldn’t think of anything else but the vision of my baby jumping down from this exact bridge….what couldn’t possibly driven him to do so…how pained be must’ve felt as he jumped…and now I was to do the same.
    I had brought with me Mark’s favorite baseball cap that he wore when we first met in Seoul, holding it in my hand before planting a soft kiss to it and placing it down next to the flowers I brought. I inhaled and exhaled lightly before shutting my eyes, the ringing words “𝖠𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒” replaying in my mind as my tears continued to silently fall.
    Taking one more glance down at the dark, shadow-hued, I sighed, the vision of Mark flashing through my head before I cooed softly.
    “𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘺𝘢.”
    Then…I jumped.

    #Tᴀɢʟɪsᴛ — @parachuuuus, @yungisstar1117, @dejayu, @wooyoungsbae, @hwxnghyunjin, @multidreams-and-desires, @ateezinmymind, @softforqiankun, @kp0p10v3r2, @jin-neck-shaft, @twancingyunhoe, @sir3racha, @brxght-world, @grayteez, @serialee, @what-if-nct, @fallinforwoo, @hijirikaww, @hopexclouds, @bangchu-choi, @lex-thesimpzzz, @kooluvslixie, @chai-n-ice, @shuashoo, @violetwinters, @noceurrealm ~~ [𖦹]

    𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ➛ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖨𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖭𝖢𝖳 𝖠𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸.

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  • hyuckilstan
    17.01.2022 - 3 days ago

    (Un)Friendly activities

    Pairing: fwb!Mingi x fem!reader x Hongjoong.

    Genre: smut, fluff(?)

    Warnings: threesome, unprotected sex, face fucking, fingering, cum eating?, slight degradation, praise and dirty talk, public sex, slight master kink, petnames, creampie. (Please let me know if I missed anything)

    Summary: you find yourself with Mingi, having some fun in the living room but you never expected for Hongjoong to catch you in the act, more so join.

    Wc: 2.2k words

    a/n: it’s my first time writing something like this so I apologise if it sucks ;-;

    “You’re here too?” Mingi’s raspy voice asks behind you, you looked at him as he fixed his messy hair and was covering himself with a blanket, “Yeah, Wooyoung keeps kicking me I can’t even sleep,” you say turning your head towards the TV again.

    Sleepovers at the boys’ dorms was something usual, normally you would sleep at San and Mingi’s room, but Jongho had gone out someplace else for a few days so Wooyoung insisted on you sleeping in his room cause he gets scared and wouldn’t be able to sleep.

    “He said he wouldn’t be able to sleep when he’s sleeping like a baby and kicking me in his sleep,” you sighed out, Mingi lets out a low chuckle and heads to you and sits down on the couch next to you. “Isn’t it cold? Come on,” he taps on his lap. You nodded and sat between his legs and you both continued watching the show.

    Time passed, and the show was getting too boring for Mingi, and you kept shifting in your seat to become more comfortable. You adjusted yourself once again, Mingi groans as your body becomes in contact with his shaft hard enough to make it pleasurable.

    You thought of nothing and just apologised and continued watching the show, while Mingi was suffering because of the tent that started forming in his pants, it was only a matter of time you would realise his boner so he makes an advance.

    He slowly starts sliding his hands along your thighs, it was something that had no intention behind it but then his hands started going higher up, and then to your inner thighs. You slowly look behind you, to see Mingi smirking at you, as you were about to say something he lifted your right leg spreading your thighs apart. That’s when you notice his boner poking your back.

    You gasped and his other hand grasps your boobs, you throw your hand over your mouth, trying not to make any sounds. Something like this wasn’t new, Mingi and you had been fucking secretly without your friends knowing but you never knew you would be in the living room of their dorm, with your legs spread apart where anyone could come in and see.

    “Fuck princess, you make me go crazy,” he whispers in your ear as he nibbles on them, you let out pitiful whimpers as he keeps kneading your breasts. His hand slides down, reaching your pants which he took off easily, he gasped in delight to see that you had no underwear on. “No underwear? You’re just begging for this, just like the good little slut you are for your master,” you whine at his dirty words. His fingers pushes in your hole and you bite your lip to avoid making any lewd noises.

    “You’re so fucking wet for me princess,” he purrs as his fingers disappear in and out of you. “Make your master feel good,” he says and you move your hands to your back, palming him, his grip on your thigh which were preventing you from closing your thighs tightens and you kept palming him.

    You slide your hands in his pants, taking his erection out and stroking it, while also holding back your moans as he kept finger fucking you. Both of you were trying your bests to keep quiet. You smeared the precum on the tip of his cock with your thumb and he groans, fucking you faster with his fingers and even adding another.

    You couldn’t even stroke his length properly cause now you were squirming as he showed no avail of slowing his fingers down and just kept thrusting them in and out of your hole making a lewd wet sound as he did so. You whimpered biting your lips harder to the point that you felt your lips were bleeding now.

    “Gonna cum?” he asks, letting out a deep grunt as you squeezed his length and you nod. “You’re so fucking tight, I don’t even think you will be able to take my cock properly.” It soon became too overwhelming that your juices gushed out of you. Mingi takes his fingers out, covered in your juices and shoves them in your mouth, and you sucked on them as he smirks making you taste your own release. “That’s right, taste how sweet you are.”

    He flips you on your back, taking off the oversized shirt that he had given you to wear as he always thinks it looks so adorable on you, “As much as I love you in my shirt, I love you more without it.” He also starts taking his clothes off, and you watched his body, gawking at his features drooling. He notices you staring and chuckles darkly moving closer to you.

    He attacks your chest, sucking on the skin and moves up to suck on your neck, then to your lips, biting it. It makes you part your lips giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue in. “M-mingi, I want you- to fuck me,” you say against the kiss not giving two fucks about how anyone could walk in anytime. He smirks in the kiss and pulls away. “Very well, now be quiet for me, wouldn’t want everyone in the house to know what a whore you are right?” you whine at his words, he aligns himself in your entrace, teasing you by pushing his tip along your folds but not going in you just yet.

    Your whines were cut short by him suddenly thrusting in, he starts moving almost immediately, he was also starting to get impatient. He starts moving at a very fast pace which makes your back arch, you watched as his cock disappears in and out of you. Gripping on the hand of the couch as you prevented yourself from moaning Mingi’s name out.

    He caresses you face, your eyes were now shut and tears fell from the corners of your eyes, he smudges your tears on your cheek with his thumb and he coos at you, pushing his thumb in your mouth so as to help you silence your moans, at least a little bit. You clench around him at the thought that anyone could walk in you and your friend doing such filthy activities. His hips halts for a while as he curses, “Fuck, I might cum immediately if you do that,” he says and starts to fuck you in a fast speed again. You keep letting out whimpers as Mingi drives you crazy, thrusting in harder and deeper.

    That’s when you heard a thud behind you, you open your eyes wide, looking back to see Hongjoong, who you thought would be out from home all night. His mouth and eyes were wide open, and he freezes on his spot. All of a sudden he looked too good in your eyes, he looked fucking hot. Maybe it was just cause of your horniness but who knows. You looked at Mingi to see his reaction, nothing, just the same. He looks down at you, you clench around him once again, and he fucking smirks. “What is it baby? Want Hongjoong to join?”

    “What- I- ” Hongjoong stutters out not being able to say anything else. Fuck it. “Joong~” you whine say his name in a breath, and it sends a gush of warm blood straight to his dick, “Please, help me, I want you,” the view of his friends fucking was shocking enough, but this? It was straight out of his wet dreams.

    “You heard the greedy slut, join or leave,” Mingi adds and Hongjoong tries to process the scene, he finally nods, gulping. He slowly makes way to the both of you, Mingi flips you over and mindlessly starts fucking you again and you curse out his name, you look at Hongjoong who didn’t seem to know what to do, or perhaps too shy to, but he didn’t want to pass such an opportunity either.

    You tug on his pants, “Take them off~” you whine and he gulps again, his dick already twitching while watching you moan out quietly as Mingi fucks you from behind. His half hard dick breaks free of his clothes and he approaches you closer, pressing the tip to your mouth. “Now suck me off pretty,” he says not feeling as shy now that he has gone far enough, you nod and take him in your mouth. Hongjoong lets out a long sigh, bucking his hips as you wrap your mouth around his cock, and moving your tongue around his shaft.

    “What a greedy little slut, one dick is just not enough for you is it?” Mingi chuckles sadistically landing a slap right to your asscheek, and you moan with Hongjoong’s dicks still in your mouth. He grunts as he fucks in your mouth even further while throwing his head back, careful to not make you choke cause well, you were pretty much preoccupied. Mingi kept fucking into you spreading your asscheeks or squeezing them, leaving red marks and handprints all over them.

    Hoongjoong groans out as he holds you by the hair, guiding you on his cock, hissing while praising you. “Oh fuck your mouth feels so good,” Mingi feels you clench on his dick yet again after Hongjoong praises you, he was getting close to his high.

    “Hongjoong, do you want to feel how tight she is?” what type of a question even is that, of course he does. Hongjoong nods and Mingi pulls out of your dripping hole jerking himself as he and Hongjoong switch places. “Say aahh~” he holds his dick in his hands, in front your face.

    You open your mouth, taking out your tongue and Mingi thrusts in your mouth the same time Hongjoong thrusts in your hole, the two of them hiss out in pleasure while you moan out, too aroused by your current state, your two best friends were fucking you, so good.

    Hongjoong’s hips snap to yours harshly, quickly finding your g-spot and you moan with Mingi dicking you down on your throat. Your throat had became sore, so did your abused hole. But they didn’t care and just kept fucking on both sides.

    “Holy fuuck-” Mingi curses out, so close to his high and he starts bucking his hips faster, Hongjoong wasn’t far behind either, and the way you kept clenching around him indicated just how close you were as well. Mingi pulls out and comes on your face without a warning, he stands there staring at your face covered with his seeds and tears. It was a view that would be able to make him hard all over again, you face behind you as Hongjoong started picking up his pace.

    He’s met with your face painted white with Mingi’s release, your eyelashes had been clumped together and the cum falls down to your chin and as soon as you lick some on the corner of your mouth, he also paints your walls white with his own cum. You released just after he did, and you fall on the couch totally tired out.

    Mingi had worn his sweats by the time you guys were down and he moves to Hongjoong’s side, looking at your glistening core as your own and Hongjoong’s release flows out of you. He squeezes your ass and thighs again, checking if you had passed out or not. When you whimper pitifully, he smiles.

    “How often have you guys even done this?” Hongjoong asks while also putting on his pants back on, there was no way this hasn’t happened before by the way Mingi holds and caresses your body.

    “Often enough,” he replies as he rolls you over and picks up your naked body, “Clean this place up, I’ll go clean her up,” Mingi suggests and Hongjoong nods too embarrassed to look at your naked body again.

    You look up lazily as Mingi sits you down carefully on the bathtub, “You came on my face,” you say with a pout and he laughs kissing your forehead. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he apologises as he puts in bubbles in the bathtub. You smile lazily and he watches you with hearts in his eyes. He joins you in the bathtub, sitting down slowly facing you.

    “I can’t believe Hongjoong joined us,” you said out suddenly feeling so embarrassed, Mingi looks at your face that soon turned red. “It’s okay princess, he was lucky enough to see just how pretty you are,” he wipes your face clean while saying so and you blush at his words. After taking a bath, Mingi lets you sleep beside him, hugging your body tightly in his arms, not forgetting to wish you a good night.

    »——————·•☾•·——————«

    “Morning Y/N did you sleep well?” Hongjoong greets you in the kitchen, “Oh good morning to you too, legs are sore but yes I slept well enough, you?” you reply and Hongjoong gets a bit shy when you could casually talk to him after what happened the night before but he supposes that’s how casual hook ups should be.

    “I did sleep well, thanks to you,” he winks and you laugh, sipping the cup of coffee. “Morning guys,” Mingi approaches you and Hongjoong rubbing his eyes and fixing his hair. “Good Morning Mingi,” you both say in unison.

    You guys went to the living room to see Yeosang and Seonghwa sitting there. “Oh look, it’s those loud ass horny animals from last night, don’t you have some shame?” Seonghwa says crossing his arms visibly disappointed as Yeosang sips his tea, enjoying the funny situation and the three of you stare at each other.

    “Oh fuck we’re screwed.”

    a/n: congrats if you made it till the end lol-

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  • pr0dbeomgyu
    17.01.2022 - 3 days ago

    BLURRY LINES

    **✿❀LINE 35 : GF SECURED ❀✿**

    warning: suggestive joke

    TAGLIST :

    @gyuuss @btxtreads @terrytaehyunnies @miraculyfe @yoonkeehoe @derinxfam @snowfalltxt @taehyunsfel @letmeal0ne @cosmiclele @cerisetalks @meowtella @shrutiajit @msxflower @lomlyeonjun @lokideadontheinside @arminandjeanandannieandhange @nycol-ie @00-baejin-05 @summery-bat @txtville @wkhdery @stray-bi-kids @mintbgyu @she-is-dreaming @yeonyeonyeonjun @sunflowerbebe07 @simpforscoups @multi4lifer @beomjundiaries @whoe-dis @ahnneyong @kac-chowsballs @bucket05 @iyeonjuni @beomsun @day6andetcetera @uygmoeb @wh4txium1n @carolnina55 @youreverydayzebra @nshitae @milkycloudtyg @soobsdior @roseless1213 @sulkii @pinkheadflowers @multiwendi @mygwarai @envy-brr @she-is-dreaming @pikapikapikaachuu @ttaeycngg @rlajjunie @chillfilms

    SYNOPSIS :

    if there's anything y/n's good at, it's differentiating her feelings between love or hate. it's so distinct, she really doesn't get it when people say they have mixed feelings about something, cause to her, love is LOVE and hate is, well... HATE. LOVE is like her feelings for prodsputnik, an anonymous soundcloud artist she adores which she may or may not have a stan account for. HATE is like her feelings towards her roommate, kang taehyun. she even claimed that researchers are bullshitting when they say there's a thin line between hate and love. but what if y/n figures out that prodsputnik and kang taehyun is the same person? will the line between love and hate stay thick and clear as fuck (y/n's words) to y/n or will it get blurry?

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  • writerfrommoon
    17.01.2022 - 3 days ago

    Enhypen as your admirer

    Heeseung lee

    You dont know who the hell keeping the flowers in in front of your house door. At first you hated it but as days passes you started to used to it. all its say by L. HS

    Sunghoon park

    He would try to hide the fact that he is your secret admirer .you thought he just one of the students in the campus but no. he more than that

    Sunwoo Kim

    Candies, letter,teddy on your locker. So obvious someone is being your admirer you tried to find it .but ended up getting tired after a million try

    Jungwon yang

    You were just doing the cheerleaders dance there you hear a shout about your name it was a daily thing. Pretty sure it was someone who sends you a rocket with candy

    Jake shim

    His clumsy atitude, the way he act around you is obvious that this might be your admirer but not to create misunderstanding you decide shrugged it off.

    Jeongseong park

    He would look at you all the time observing every little move of yours, he mostly likely to gift you your fav stuffs regardless whether if it's expensive or not

    Riki Nishimura

    Your friend told that one of the student crushing on you. You decided to shrug it off since it might be a rumor. But not until you saw some little letter saying how pretty you are

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  • notonehorangdan
    17.01.2022 - 3 days ago

    ☞︎︎︎"Bathroom break"☜︎︎︎

    ✰Pairing: Bang Chan x GN!Reader

    ✰Genre: Smut

    ✰Positions: BangChanTop x BottomY/N

    ✰Synopsis:

    ➪You knew you were getting yourself into a lot of trouble teasing him out in the open like that, but the prize from said actions afterwards is definitely the one you always long for.

    ☟︎︎︎

    ☟︎︎︎

    °

    "Y/N. Stop."

    The words he said came right from under his teeth as he tried to stop your hand from subtly landing on the outer side of his crotch.

    You were sly to say the least.

    Constantly growing more restless with your actions and never once letting him breathe without doing something to suddenly make him jerk up from embarrassment or shock.

    It was fun playing with him like this.

    You knew he wouldn't think ill of you doing such things since, after all, he's exactly like you.

    Maybe that's the reason why you both are so compatible with eachother.

    You might as well call yourselves the star struck kinkers.

    That- that doesn't really sound that good, scratch that immediately.

    Before you could think of a better name to call the both of you, your thoughts were disrupted as your name being called out made you get back to your senses again.

    "Y/N?

    If you don't drink that, I'm literally murdering you"

    "Relax, I love beer."

    You don't.

    You despise it but, the more you pretend, the more you can buy yourself time to play a little game of coyness with your fellow Australian cock giver.

    See? That sounds way better.

    "Ok ok, have I told you guys the story of how Chris managed to stick his whole ass foot in a tub of mayo?"

    "Say what?! This I gotta hear."

    "It all started when Chris was a wee child, the size up to my hip and-"

    Before Chris's childhood friend Mark could continue, you blocked his talking out of your mind just for a minute.

    Not for any spiteful reason, it's just that you found something else a tiny bit more interesting.

    Chris was picking up a sweat, squirming on his seat from a sudden nervousness.

    Maybe it's because of your feverish touching but you can't blame a person for being too horny, can ya?

    This was an open bar and so, there's really nothing you could do that wouldn't arouse suspicion.

    So, in a very cheeky way, your hand went under the table as your fingers softly floated over Chris's bulge.

    What you didn't expect is the sudden silent snap you felt on your wrist.

    Your boyfriend's calloused hand wrapped tightly around yours made you look up, noticing his stony expression.

    He gently glided his head over to your ear before inhaling the smell of your hair.

    "What did I say about your exhibitionism? Do you really want me to expose you out in the open like that? Don't play games you certainly cannot win."

    His voice was low and seductive thick with his accent and, quite frankly, that was the lowest you ever heard his voice go.

    His words felt like daggers against your ear but, instead of heeding his warnings, it suddenly made it way more sensual and the stakes were definitely higher.

    "Oh, whatever could you possibly mean by that?"

    Your conversation, although whispered, payed no mind to the others as they continued on with their own stories, not paying attention to your shameless talking.

    "Don't play coy with me. This gives you pleasure doesn't it?"

    "When I said I get pleasure from almost anything, I wasn't lying."

    "I know that story way too well.

    Here I was, thinking about all the ways I could fuck you with people clearly watching you cum for me."

    "Did any win? What did you decide?"

    "You'll see."

    "Right here? In this bar? You wouldn't dare."

    "A minute. Not less. Not more than that."

    You were suddenly confused by his remark before he abruptly got up.

    "Sorry guys, duty calls.

    Bathroom break."

    "Don't stink that place up Chris. People clean your shit everyday."

    "You never fail to embarrass me, Jen."

    The room was met with laughter from the others as you still pondered over his words.

    And then it hit you.

    Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.

    You waited patiently for a couple of seconds before the moment was right.

    "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen and genders. This bitch has to pee."

    "Lucky bastard, at least you won't have to listen to Mr 'Too Drunk to Realize' spouting nonsense over here."

    "I am offended, young Jennifer or whatever your full name is. I'll have you know I'm not spitting nonsense."

    "Can you tell the time even?"

    "Yeah."

    Mark took his phone out, albeit very wobbly, before pointing at it.

    "I am not drunk and I am not spitting nonsense"

    "Good lord, you're wasted."

    With a quick chuckle, you got up and beelined straight towards the bathroom door.

    You didn't even care about the weird looks you got while hurrying but, as soon as you opened the door you immediately got roughly pushed up on it.

    Chris looked as disheveled as possible, his hair slicked with sweat as his pants were already undone, cock fully out and twitching.

    "Do you think that's funny? Teasing me like that the whole night?"

    Chris's words filled your ears as he slowly licked all the way up from your ear to your collarbone, pressing quick kisses wherever he felt like he wanted to.

    The sheer feeling of his tongue caressing you made you almost turn into liquid.

    "Here's what's gonna happen and you'll have no choice but to obey.

    On your knees."

    The command was assured and possessive as you felt immediate authority brought on you, quickly falling on your knees.

    You never felt so submissive before, maybe it's the moon or the alcohol moving you the way it wants but you certainly weren't complaining.

    Chris caressed your face with his thumb before dragging it across your bottom lip, putting it inside your mouth while you instinctively licked it.

    His nostrils flared at the feeling of his thumb inside your mouth before he took it out.

    "Suck me dry."

    Hearing such words from him was something you were never expecting.

    Never has he been so upfront and careless with his words, but this definitely wasn't something you despised.

    You welcomed it to the best of your ability.

    And you weren't in the position to deny his request.

    You took his already stiff cock in your hand before slowly giving it a stroke.

    Chris hissed at the feeling of your hand on him, almost as if he has been waiting for this the entirety of the night.

    You licked the top of his tip before dropping your tongue down his shaft and plopping one of his balls in your mouth.

    A damn good cock sucker is what you are and the pleasure on your boyfriend's face was the evident proof of that.

    You licked up towards the tip before wasting no time filling your mouth up with his member.

    He threw his head back with a very gutteral moan before grabbing the top of your head, moving it the way he wanted to.

    You didn't mind him using your mouth like this, it was surely what you wanted.

    That dominant side of him is exactly what you wanted to see, and you couldn't lie, his accent made it that much sexier.

    "Don't stop, fucking goddamn it."

    The feeling of his cock violently sliding in and out of your mouth was euphoric as you felt like you needed him inside you right here and now.

    He quickly pulled his cock out of your spit covered mouth much to your dismay before he put his hand over the door, composing himself as to not cum right then and there.

    "Take your pants off. You're getting filled with my cum one way or the other."

    I'm telling you, it's the accent doing absolutely mind-bending tricks on you as you immediately went to undo your zipper.

    You slid your pants down as well as your underwear, before you felt Chris's presence right on you.

    In a flash, he picked you up while wrapping your legs around his hips.

    This position was as lewd as possible as the door was extremely easy to open and one wrong move could have the both of you sprawling on the floor outside almost fully bare.

    Your train of thought was instantly interrupted as Chris took your jaw in his hand.

    "Keep your eyes on mine. I'm the only one who gets to rearrange those thoughts of yours."

    Before you could respond, he aligned his cock with your entrance while fully going inside you not a second too soon.

    The pain was there but it quickly faltered as it got replaced by pleasure, Chris doing everything in his power to absolutely demolish you.

    The hand he kept at your jaw changed positions, flying towards your neck in an instant.

    You thought he wanted to use this opportunity to explore one kink you never thought would be brought up again but you quickly realized that his hand zipping there instinctively was just a way to keep his balance as he pounded into you endlessly.

    His darker filled eyes never leaving yours as his bottom lip looked close to popping under pressure from the biting it received.

    Chris was somewhat aware of where he was as he didn't want to make any noise in a very open bar but an idea suddenly flashed against his features.

    "Moan for me. Let them hear what I do to you."

    The request was there but you felt like you wanted to combust.

    Moaning in such a public place was an absolute no-go but the amount of pleasure you felt was insufferable and you had to release it somehow.

    You threw caution to the wind as after all, you only live once.

    "FUCK ME, oh god."

    Your voice was frail but still as loud as it could be, and the people around the bathroom area were surely able to hear every moan you released.

    His cock enlarged inside you and his face suddenly zipped to your shoulder as he couldn't contain the moans that came out of him.

    "I'm gonna- fill you up with my cum, yeah?

    You want it inside you, don't you?"

    His words were barely comprehensible as your thoughts were drawing a blank.

    You couldn't open your mouth to release any words as your own being felt fucked out.

    "I- FUCK"

    Was all Chris said before slamming himself inside you, hips girating as he emptied himself drop by drop.

    The feeling of his cock spreading you as he orgasmed made your eyes roll up before you came undone.

    The bathroom was met with heavy breathing before Chris slipped his cock out, his cum dripping out of you bit by bit, as he was barely able to stand straight on his feet.

    The sight of him holding you up with his cum rolling out of you made him almost fuck you the same away again but he quickly composed himself.

    He softly dropped you down before sliding his pants up, pulling up his zipper.

    He helped you get dressed before fixing your hair, sneaking a very chaste kiss on your sensitive lips.

    You chuckled through the kiss as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

    "Why does sex always feel better in very public spaces?"

    "Shit you not, I got no idea. Maybe the thrill of someone walking in and seeing you?"

    "I guess it is just that.

    That was hot by the way, I don't think I've ever seen you that dominant before."

    "You seriously need to stop teasing me so much when we're out in public."

    You smiled before walking towards him, slowly dragging your hand across his crotch before dropping it on his face.

    "Stop being so goddamn hot and maybe I'll consider it."

    "You kinky bitch."

    "If you were any other man, I would've slapped the shit out of you right then and there after saying that."

    "Thankfully, i'm your one and only man."

    "And you always will be, unless you royally fuck up and I have to kick your ass in the process."

    "I don't think that'll happen. You hold too much power over me and that should be evident by seeing what happened literally a couple of minutes ago."

    "Oh shit. It's been minutes, your friends are gonna kill us."

    "Oh, they know we're fucking... or were fucking."

    "How?"

    "Two hot people being together and then sneaking off to the bathroom literally 20 seconds apart from eachother and then not leaving the said bathroom for a couple of minutes?

    Yeah.... we're just talking."

    "Shut it you twerp. But, we should really get the fuck out and rejoin them."

    "Ugh, fine."

    After smoothing your clothes down, you both got up to join your idiots.

    They were immediately talking about you guys raw-dogging it in the bathroom and you couldn't help but subtly smirk at your man.

    After a couple of obviously fake denials, alcohol without Chris since he doesn't drink that much and random pointless talking, the group had to separate for the night.

    "Jen, you better watch that new Spiderman movie or I'll kick your ass. Haven't gotten anyone to share thoughts with."

    "Fine, but only if you pay me."

    "But it's spiderma- alright."

    When all of your friends dissipated on their own way, you and Chris stood together on the very cold street feeling the wind whip at your flushed out faces.

    "When we come home, that round two is gonna be much more vulgar than the one you just experienced."

    "Let me guess, you had to keep it on the down low because of the public place we were in?"

    "Exactly.

    I'm not a masochist."

    "Although-"

    You both said the word at the exact same time before walking off towards your place laughing in tandem.

    °

    #kpop fanfiction #stray kids chan #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #chan stray kids #stray kids chris #stray kids bang chan #bang chan#chan skz#skz chan#skz #skz x reader #skz fic#skz ff#skz fanfic #skz bang chan #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #skz smut #skz x y/n #gn reader #gender neutral fanfic #stray kids chan smut #bang chan smut #skz chan smut #skz bang chan smut #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader
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  • lovemxnot
    16.01.2022 - 3 days ago

    For old times sake | Lee Heeseung

    The rain pelted down on you, mercilessly cold. But it'd stopped as a pair of dirted converse came in sight, halting in front of your own hanging off the curb.

    Your head hung low, earbuds continuing their quest of drowning your sorrow in melancholic melodies. You didn't pay him any attention even as he sat next to you, warming you. Feeling his pure embrace, you could no longer feel the drops of rain.

    He reached for an earbud, sticking one in, listening with you in silence.

    “Isn’t it cold?” He spoke softly. Testing the air.

    You shivered, hair sticking to your face. It was cold, freezing, but it was better than feeling nothing at all. That hole that sunk in you, stomach dropping, never landing as buried memories resurfaced over the molded walls you built.

    “Couldn’t tell.” It sarcastically fell from you. A deep laugh fills the small space between you, and you have to close your eyes at the ache it causes.

    His fingers came to play with the ripped jeans on your knees, eyes tracing the skin pressing under it, avoiding looking at you.

    “Does he make you happy?” He whispered.

    You wanted to hurt him. You wanted him to feel how your heart ripped to shreds when you saw his lips locked with someone other than yours. The hot tears that sprung up, the slap that marked his cheek hot red was not close to how cold your blood ran, numbing you. So after a long moment, you lied- You nodded your head.

    “Happier than when you were with me ?”

    It hurt. He was the one that broke you, cheating on you, playing games, broken promises, and now he wants to squeeze himself back in your heart and reclaim his place?

    “What’s it matter to you anyway.” the rope holding your composure snapped, and with it, your eye burned hot.

    His knee brushed yours. An olive branch of old memories. “ i can't stand seeing you with him.”

    “You also said you can't be with me. So make up your mind.”

    “Fuck.” His eyes shone, head dropping between his arms, Raindrops decorating him.

    “Truth is I’ve missed you." He sucked a breathe in, shoulders shaking with angst "I’ve always missed you. I’ve always wanted to see you love only me.”

    “Stop it.” Your voice shook, old suppressed emotions bubbling up. His eyes locked with yours at that, and you continued strong. “You don’t get to come back and spew all of this, expecting me to welcome you with open arms. ”

    “I know I'm being selfish, I know.” He ran his fingers through his hair, slicking it back.

    Silence fell, neither of you breaking it. Eyes speaking a thousand words, filling your open wound, slowly suturing it up

    He finally uttered, as a tear mixed with the raindrops on his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

    “For what?”

    “For not loving you the way you wanted me to.”

    Before you could wrap your head around his words, your arms did. You hugged him, that was all you wanted to hear. All you’ve waited for all these years.

    His arms snuck around your waist, enclosing you tight, afraid if he let go, he’d lose you again.

    “I love you.” His nose touched your neck, burying deeper in your hair “I always did, always will.”

    The reply was ready on your tongue, waiting to slip out- but before you could, you knew you had to break up with someone first. you owed it to them. so you settled for,

    "Thank you." and perhaps that was your final blow, as his fingers gripped you tighter, realizing that no matter how tight he hold on to you, you still weren't his.

    For now.

    #also as usual feel free to reblog i really do notice every note and it makes my day :) #someone once stuck their finger inside the ripped jeans on my thigh and drew shapes on it and ummmm #ummm #that was hot #i wrote this whole listening to 4 o’clock on loop. is it obvious? #heeseung#enhypen#lee heeseung#enha#kpop smut#enhypen fanfic#enhypen ff#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagine#enhypen angst#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen reactions#sunghoon#enhypen oneshots#enhypen heeseung #enhypen heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines
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  • moonlightofdubai
    16.01.2022 - 4 days ago

    Lavender's blue, lavender's green

    ''When you are king, I shall be queen.''

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    A seonghwa x f.reader royalty!au (inspired by Cinderella because that movie is literally perfect omg).

    ‘’Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, lavender’s green. When you are king, dilly, dilly, I shall be queen.’’

    Seonghwa coed at the sight of you holding your newborn securely in your arms, slightly rocking her back and forth while singing the sweet lullaby.

    It was the most precious sight he had ever seen. You looked so peaceful, sitting on the chair beside the crib as you looked at the baby with pure love and warmth in your eyes. The baby seemed to be dozing off, her eyes tightly closed while her tiny hand had a tight hold on your index finger.

    ‘’Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so? ‘T was my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.’’

    Still leaning against the door, his heart was full of adoration for you while listening to your charming voice. It was one of the reasons why he chose to marry you, why he chose you to be his queen. Even if his father had told him to marry someone out of profit for the kingdom, he could never refuse you, even if you were or weren’t a princess, as he was sure he married you out of love.

    It seemed like yesterday ever since the two of you got married. The celebration of the King’s marriage, accompanied with you as his now-queen, lasted for a whole week. It gave people a sign of hope that the state of the kingdom was in could be improving. After a long-lasting period of fear and despair, the fact that the kingdom had a King and now even a Queen reassured the people. They had not been mistaken, as for you and Seonghwa proved to be excellent rulers: looking at the world not as what it was, but as what it could be.

    ‘’Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work. Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, some to the fork.’’

    Seonghwa was proud to call you his wife and rightful queen of his lands. Even though he already knew, you showed him and the people that you were a wonderful leader, making sure to treat everyone with kindness and justice, even when other people thought they didn’t deserve it. You, no matter how harsh or cruel the person was, knew that everyone wasn’t born evil and made sure that despite their actions, even they would get justice.

    ‘’Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to reap corn. While you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.’’

    And when the moment came wherein you discovered you were pregnant, it felt as if Seonghwa couldn’t get any happier. The mere thought that he would be spending a lifetime with you and building a family felt so euphoric with him. He was forever grateful to have met you. He would make sure that your child would grow up in the most comfortable and untroubled environment he could offer, trying to improve the conditions of his lands even more before the baby would arrive.

    He would tell you about his plans to teach your child about all the kindness and good in the world, and how they would grow up to be just like the two of you - never judging a book by its cover, only by how the said-person would react after they would be held accountable for the actions.

    ‘’Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, lavender’s green. When you are king, dilly, dilly, I shall be queen.’’

    And when the time came that you had finally given birth to the new princess, Seonghwa’s world had become exceptionally bright. He finally got what he had always wanted: a lovely wife and a happy family. He thanked his father, who had sadly passed away before he had gotten to meet his granddaughter, to whom he owed the privilege of being able to marry the person he wanted because he couldn’t be happier without you.

    ‘’Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, lavender’s green. When you are king, dilly, dilly, I shall be queen.’’

    A moment of silence washed over the three of you, Seonghwa still standing in the doorway and you still holding your daughter. It was most definitely not an unpleasant kind of silence. No, it was a silence he enjoyed. Seonghwa felt contented watching you hold your daughter and sing to her, the light of the few candles that were lit reflected onto you. It was deep in the night, after all, the moon was still shining brightly on the horizon and it almost seemed as if everyone in the castle had gone to sleep. Except for the three of you.

    ‘’You know, I could have taken care of it,’’ Seonghwa said, breaking the silence.

    Your gaze still planted onto your sleeping daughter, a small smile crept onto your face as you heard the comforting voice of your husband.

    ‘’I couldn’t have woken you up,’’ you said, ‘’you were sleeping so peacefully and I know you have got a lot of duties tomorrow.’’

    Finally moving from his spot, Seonghwa walked over to you, putting one hand on the back of the chair as he looked with loving eyes at his daughter.

    ‘’But you need some rest too, darling,’’ he argued, ‘’it has only been a few days since the delivery. You are still weak. I can handle getting out of bed in the middle of the night too, don’t worry. Our daughter is my responsibility too.’’

    Slightly leaning down, he carefully stroked your daughter’s cheek with one finger, ‘’besides, I don’t mind being woken up to take care of her. She is too cute to resist, anyway.’’

    You chuckled. You couldn’t have wished for a better husband than Seonghwa. He was truly everything you ever wanted in someone. Seonghwa understood you like nobody else and he knew your boundaries. He was beyond respectful and caring, and you knew that he’d move mountains to protect you. Marrying him and starting a family with Seonghwa was the best thing to happen to you, and there was nothing you would ever trade with what you had now.

    Seonghwa then leaned down to kiss your forehead as he lightly played with your hair. His movements made you sleepy too, leaning into his touch and body. Even though it was late at night, these moments were the best to experience. It was those kinds of moments where nothing else ever mattered, only the three of you.

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  • enha-hwajinna
    16.01.2022 - 4 days ago
    FLICKER LINE DISTRIBUTION

    *ೃ༄ click here! to see the masterlist

    [ jake , sunoo , heeseung ]

    urin maeil gachi

    seororeul chaja hemaeeo on geot gata

    jeonhyeo dareun gonggan neomeo seoro maju bwa on geot gata

    adeukhi meonameon goseseo (yeah ye)

    sueopshi maneun bam geonneoseo

    [ jungwon , jay , sunghoon ]

    shinhoreul bonaego arabwa jul neol gidaryeo

    yaksoge eoneoro niga nal chajeul su itge

    malhaji anado neowa naman al su inneun signal

    eogeunna itteon segyereul yeongyeolhaneun geoya

    kkamppagineun sungan

    [ jake , sunghoon ]

    neon neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neon neon

    kkamppagineun geu sungan

    nan neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neol neol

    ieojineun neowa na

    [ heeseung , jungwon ]

    neon neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neon neon

    kkamppagineun geu sungan

    nan neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neol neol

    ieojineun neowa na

    [ ginna , ni-ki , heeseung , sunoo ]

    seoro dachi anado neowa nan

    machi hanain geotman gata (babe)

    meolli isseodo eolkhyeojyeo ssangeul iruneun yangja gata

    shigangwa gongganeul neomeoseo (yeah ye)

    nunbitgwa nunbichi ieojyeo

    [ jungwon , jay , ni-ki ]

    shinhoreul bonaego arabwa jul neol gidaryeo

    yaksoge eoneoro niga nal chajeul su itge

    malhaji anado neowa naman al su inneun signal

    eogeunna itteon segyereul yeongyeolhaneun geoya

    [ ginna & jay , sunghoon & heeseung ]

    kkamppagineun sungan

    neon neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neon neon

    kkamppagineun geu sungan

    nan neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neol neol

    ieojineun neowa na

    [ jake & heeseung , heeseung & ginna ]

    neon neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neon neon

    kkamppagineun geu sungan

    nan neukkyeo deo deo neukkyeo neukkyeo neol neol

    ieojineun neowa na

    ENGENES / TWITTER REACT TO THIS !

    hearing ginna singing different lines from the i-land sounds different 😐 in a good way of course

    ⎯ post retweeted; i like this one better because ginna has alittle line back there but still :3

    ginna background voice's "babe~" AHHHH YOU DRIVING ME CRAZY YOUNG LADY 🥵😩

    ⎯ post retweeted; we sometimes forgot that ginna's stil underage 😐

    ⎯ post replied; not that she care anyways HAHAHA i mean she already legal internationally

    i still can't believe that ginna can harmonizing perfectly with everyone :/

    ⎯ post retweeted; she's literally a god child

    #enhypen #8th member of enhypen #enhypen added member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen female oc #enhypen ff#enhypen oc#enhypen reactions#line distribution #ginna's enhypen 8th member #ginna#leehwajin#kpop imagines #kpop added member #kpop au#kpopidol#kpop #enhypen x oc #enhypen imagine #8th member au #female member #female!kpop #enhypen 8th member #spotify
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