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okay i promise this is the last one for know since i know your requests are piling up😭

it’s a bit of a change of pace from what i usually ask for, but would you be comfortable writing a small ot6 reaction of how the heroes would be with an autistic/adhd partner?

like how they’d react to their stims or going on and on about their special interests? maybe helping them when they experience sensory overload or burnout? how they react to that autistic rizz😎

i saw on your “about me” page that you also have audhd, so i know i can trust you with this topic. and as you know i’m moving back home from another country, and i really struggle with transitioning, so these new couple weeks are going to be so mentally and physically exhausting.

again, only if you’re comfortable writing it!! i know mental disabilities aren’t the easiest topics to talk about, let alone write about!!

okay i promise i’m done for now. sending lots of love🫶🫶

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This was genuinely such a pleasure to write 🥹 I can't even explain how soft this made me as I was proofreading it, I love it so much 💕 I do have to preface the fact that the way I decided to portray AuDHD in these pieces is mostly similar to the way it presents in me, but of course, not everyone's AuDHD looks the same! Still, I tried to keep it as relatable as I could. I especially dedicated Junhan's part to you, so I hope it brings you some kind of comfort during these hard times 🥺🫶

I won't even lie, I don't think I've ever really written something like this before, so it was kind of a head-scratcher for me for a little bit while I tried to figure out how to approach it because like you said, it can be quite difficult to talk/write about disabilities in general (and we all know that ADHD and autism are just one big spectrum, so it makes it just a little more complicated). But I'm actually really happy with how it came out, and it ended up being so self-indulgent and fun, so thank you!

Can I ask by what date you're supposed to have already moved? You don't have to answer, of course, I'm just curious.

SIDE NOTE: I received your message this morning and again, please don't apologize! I seriously completely understand that life is hectic recently, so please — make sure to take deep breaths and rest when you need to, make sure to eat and hydrate yourself for extra strength! That said, thank you for answering my question! I haven't had the chance to really touch it yet, but I have a few ideas that I want to try and see if it fits the vibe I want to go for with the threesome 🤭 ── ( 𝐱𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 )

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hey hun! just wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing. i know i haven’t sent anything in a while, but life is kinda crazy for me right now. anyway hope you’re well! sending healthy and happy vibes your way!!

(also i do have some more requests, but i know you have a lot to go through and I didn’t want to bombard you with a bunch of asks. maybe i’ll send them in a few days or so…)

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Hey 🍀, baby! I’m doing pretty good, struggling with my chronic pain flaring up at the moment but it’s all good 🫶 How’s life going for you? Can I ask how crazy it is?

Oh, I’m so excited to receive them since they’re always so good 👀 Honestly you can send them in anyway because I don’t go through my requests in order, I just write whichever inspires me first and I go from there. So if you send them all now (or not, it’s really up to you), then I might get to some of them before I get to others depending on what the mood is when I sit down to write.

Side note: I finished writing the Nuggetz threesome and when I tell you that it’s hands down the nastiest, sexiest shit I’ve ever written. Like, I don’t wanna toot my own horn but I’m so proud of it and I’m so excited to post it once I’m done writing Gunil’s (which is nearly finished).

Thank you for checking in! Sending you lots of love and positive energy! Also please make sure to eat and drink water 🫵😠

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‧₊° pairing: sunghoon x female reader

‧₊° warnings: suggestive comment if you squint

‧₊° rating: 13+

‧₊° summary: in which sunghoon plans a little birthday celebration for you, whom he adores with his entire being.

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The sound of your keys jingling reached Sunghoon’s ears, triggering a series of panicked motions as he finished the final details of your birthday gift before he was caught. He quickly slipped onto the balcony, ensuring that the curtains were closed so that nothing was spoiled as his ears perked up at the sound of your bag being dumped onto the kitchen counter with an exhausted sigh.

“Hoonie?” He could hear you walk around the apartment in search of him, but remained as still and silent as he could. It was only a matter of time before you would walk into your shared bedroom and find the red dress he’d bought for you, surrounded by matching red rose petals scattered all over the room along with some balloons. “Oh—!”

Bingo, he smirked. Sunghoon wished he would have seen your reaction, but this would have to do for now. His patience grew thin as he waited for you to change into the silk material, though he should’ve expected to hear the shower turn on as soon as you realized he had something planned for you on your special day. He huffed half-heartedly as he plopped down onto one of the balcony chairs.

The starry night was chilly, though the heater he’d plugged in certainly helped keep the aesthetics intact. It was a small balcony, though nearly covered in plants and flowers you enjoyed caring for during your free time. There were lit candles on every available surface along with tiny fairy lights lining the ceiling which provided a romantic atmosphere when combined with the gorgeous view of the tranquil city. Dinner was also served, cooked by yours truly with the help of Jay (who quite frankly did most, if not all of the work). Finally, he’d brought a small radio that was connected to his phone via Bluetooth for when you arrived. He even went as far as to buy himself a really nice suit along with a button-up shirt to match your dress. This was a night Sunghoon had been planning for a little over a week now, so to say he was excited to spend this night with you would be a grave understatement.

At the mark of the hour, his phone rang — loudly — as your name flashed across the screen. He let it ring so that you may find your way to him easily, which didn’t take you long as you pulled the curtains apart and gasped at the sight.

Sunghoon had remained seated, though he had fixed his posture a bit for you, and an adoring smile adorned his lips while his eyes twinkled. He seemed to take a moment to take in the beauty that was you in the dress he’d gifted you, proud that it fit just like he’d imagined it would. He stood, towering over you as he opened his arms to pull you into him.

“Happy birthday, my rose.”

“Oh, Hoonie,” you gushed. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me, thank you.”

He smiled pridefully. “I know I didn’t, but I think you deserve all of this and more— it’s your day, after all.”

Despite the heels, you stood on your tip-toes for a loving peck, hands on his chest to steady yourself along with his hands holding your elbows gently.

“It’s beautiful, all of it.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled, then signaled for you to take the same seat he’d occupied a moment prior and you happily obliged. “I made us some dinner.”

“By yourself?” You teased, dramatically raising an eyebrow. Sunghoon repeated your question in a nasal voice, rolling his eyes with a chuckle as you giggled.

“If you must know, Jay came over earlier to help me.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “I’ll thank him later, then.”

Sunghoon laughed sarcastically as he walked inside to bring out the food he’d prepared with his friend, placing everything on a beautiful silver tray that would soon rest on the small table between the two chairs. A bottle of wine was tucked into a small bucket filled halfway with ice to keep it cold. He decided to bring out the food first, smiling at your wide eyes and open mouth at the sight and scent of it all. Before joining you, though, he rushed back inside for the wine and the two empty glasses.

“You’ve really gone above and beyond, baby, it’s all so beautiful!”

You watched as your boyfriend popped the bottle of wine open, serving a decent amount for the two of you and you couldn’t help but feel almost dizzy with the amount of butterflies storming in your stomach. He was far too good for you, though this wasn’t new information.

Music began playing softly in the background before Sunghoon joined you as you consumed his thoughtful meal contentedly, practically having you melting with each bite. Small talk ensued in between mouthfuls as he told you about his morning at work, and you also shared with him about how your coworkers had sung to you during your lunch break — something Sunghoon knew made you deeply uncomfortable, but you were touched they’d remembered at all.

“Save space for desert, by the way,” warned Sunghoon as he set down his own plate. There was a good amount of leftovers, which he’d intended so you could have lunch to bring to work tomorrow.

“Desert too? You know I wouldn’t be able to resist even if I explode!”

He laughed at that. “I’m well aware, but you don’t think the night will end with just that now, do you?”

“Oh—!”

Sunghoon collected the silver tray and rushed inside before you could respond to that, ears burning. Instead of dwelling on the plans that involved you and your shared bed which was covered in balloons and rose petals, he focused on retrieving your custom-ordered birthday cake. A red heart to match tonight’s theme, chocolate flavored since it was your favorite. On the top was written: I will always love you, in white, cursive font. It came out perfect, and once again Sunghoon found himself giddy to see your reaction. Before he brought it out to you, though, he added a gold candle on the left side of the cake and lit it up.

Your heart skipped a beat as Sunghoon returned to you, a beautiful cake in one hand while the other protected the small candle’s flame. His melodious voice caressed your ears as he sang the birthday song to you, and although you disliked it when it was in front of a group of people, having him do it with only the stars as your witness made you fall in love all over again. The song ended too soon as he placed the cake on the table where the silver tray once rested.

“Make a wish,” he encouraged with the softest smile you’ve ever witnessed on him.

A beat barely passed before you blew the golden candle out with a large grin.

“Did you wish for something? That was fast.”

“I did, don’t worry.”

He hummed happily. “What did you wish for?”

“Hoonie, you’re not supposed to say!” You pouted cutely before standing up before him, kicking your heels off and extending your hand over to him. He hesitated for only a brief second before he followed your actions in slight confusion. “I just wished to be able to dance with you, right now.”

“You’ve just ruined the wish, though.” A light slap on the arm caused a low laugh to burst, and you couldn’t help but follow along as you waited for him to get into position. His laugh died down as his gaze met yours, watching you as though you had been the one to put all the stars in the sky yourself and if you were given the chance to do it, you would, if only to have him look at you like that forever.

The hand that wasn’t holding yours snaked around your waist, pulling you close enough for you to lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat combined with the soft music playing in the background. The two of you swayed to the beat of an English song you adored.

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in, and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

“I love you.” Sunghoon’s voice was almost inaudible, you nearly missed it. You turned your head so that your chin rested on his chest, looking up at him with eyes you hoped would convey the intensity of your feelings for him, and by the way he smiled at you, he seemed to know.

word count: 1.4k 🍷 posted: 12 • 17 • 2023

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four days until my birthday 🎂

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hi green !!

i hope im not mistaken, but i believe today’s your birthday...?? so happy birthday love, i wish you all the best and i hope you’ll spend your day surrounded by people who love you and care about you<3

eat well and take care, happy birthday again !!<3

you’re not mistaken, it is my birthday! thank you so much!🥹🥹🥹 you’re so sweet, i’ll for sure will be eating today…probably won’t be considered healthy eating but hey! it’s my birthday! i’ll have ice cream for breakfast if i want to!!

you can burst into flames.

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pairing: seungmin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, reader has a fear of thunderstorms, reader goes nonverbal

rating: e (for everyone)

summary: seungmin helps you get through a thunderstorm by showering you with tender love and singing to you.

🕯️ volcano — seungmin & han (2 kids’ show)

A myriad of candles lit up the bedroom you’ve shared with your lover for a few years, casting its yellow glow over the sheltered space while the world outside took on the wrath of the thunderous storm that has carried on for the past several hours. Your soft snores were the only sounds heard apart from the violent pattering of the rain against the windows and the occasional boom of thunder, your head rested on Seungmin’s chest as you’d finally slept.

The two of you had just settled on the couch to watch a movie together when it first started raining, a small detail you’d taken note of yet paid no mind to at first. Although as the weather worsened, so did your anxiety. Seungmin was well aware of the person you became whenever the first strike of lightning occurred – almost as though you had been replaced before his very eyes as your muscles tensed and your eyes clouded with fear. He’d tried to comfort you as soon as he knew what would come, though nothing can really prevent you from panicking, and this was a fact that aggrieved him deeply since he would do anything to make you smile once again although this was beyond his power.

When the power went out as a result of the storm, the trembling and whimpering began. Seungmin was not allowed to leave your side for even a second as you gripped the hem of his shirt. And so he gently took your hand and guided you towards the hallway closet where you stored the innumerable amounts of candles you liked buying, and then took you with him towards the kitchen to find a lighter. Throughout the entire process, you could hear him murmuring sweet little nothings as a form of encouragement while moving at the pace you’d set. He sat you on your bed, and immediately began lighting as many candles as he could, creating as much light as he could before he settled beside you. Arms pulling you into his comforting embrace, your back pressed to his chest as he whispered about how brave you were being. You didn’t think so, since you felt a little ridiculous being so afraid of something so silly at your age, but the sincerity in his voice made you feel validated.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered after jumping at a particularly loud crack of thunder. “This is so stupid, and we were having such a nice time before all of this.”

Seungmin pressed a tender kiss to the back of your head, settling his chin on top of your head as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your shoulder. “Sorry for what? There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

You couldn’t help but pout slightly, sitting up so you could look at him. He merely chuckled at the sight, hand reaching up to push a strand of hair away from your face and you could see the tiny flames from the candles reflected in his eyes. It took everything in you to not melt into his touch, your heart immediately steadying. Love was engraved in every touch, every word and you adored it. You adored him in a way you couldn’t even begin to describe. “I’m sorry you’re dating someone with childish fears.”

His expression suddenly turned serious as he furrowed his brows and frowned up at you. “It’s not childish at all, what are you talking about? I don’t want to hear any self-pitying from you, I want you to know that you’re being very brave, and I love that about you.”

He looked so stern you couldn’t help but smile a little bit, rolling your eyes playfully. But as you glanced at him again, you could see the expectant expression on his face as he waited for you to say the same words he always forced you to say in moments like these. So you sighed, moving around on the bed so that you could rest your head on his chest. However, right as you opened your mouth another thunder seemed to shake the room, which caused you to scream in surprise instead. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around your trembling body, hands squeezing whatever he could grab as a way to make sure you knew he was there with you.

With your eyes squeezed shut, you mumbled over and over again: “I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being so brave right now, and Seungmin is proud of me.”

Seungmin’s lips pressed against your hair once again as he settled into a more comfortable position from underneath you. “I am so, so proud of my baby right now.”

Although the rain had shown signs of slowing down over the past hour, it seemed to intensify now, and your body began trembling once more. Seungmin was at a loss right now, he couldn’t think of anything else to say or do while the two of you rode out the storm. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had to help you through something like this, and he was always so willing to calm your mind and settle your heart each and every time; though it always seemed as though he would run out of things to do or say as the storms carried on. As you balled up his shirt into your shaking fists, he cleared his throat.

“You know,” he began, voice soft yet loud enough to be heard over the noise. “Hannie and Chan have been working on a song together. It made me think of you.”

This piqued your interest, releasing a shuddering breath as you momentarily looked up to let him know you’ve heard him since your voice seemed to have stopped working. He understood immediately as his eyes remained fixated on the dancing flames of the candles he’d placed in front of your bedroom television.

“You know Hannie’s always been good with words.” Seungmin smiled slightly at the thought, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he played with it. “Would you like to hear it?”

Without hesitation, you reach over his lower torso to squeeze his hip. Another crack of thunder was heard, and you jumped.

“I’ll protect you, it’s okay to hurt,” he began, your eyes shutting as his melodic voice rang through the air. “I’ll embrace the wounds you shed. To me, you’re already a sin…”

A soft smile tugged on your lips, your heart and breathing steadied at last, your muscles relaxing. Seungmin could feel the weight of your body change almost immediately as he continued to sing, and his heart soared at the realization of the effect he had on you. “...You were so warm when you hugged me tight. I guess I teared up for a moment, because it was the first time…”

Anything outside of this embrace seemed to fade away at your lover’s soulful singing, the warmth of his body and his fingertips that traced swirly figures on your skin bringing a sense of peace you didn’t expect. You sighed in content.

“...You can burst into flames, you can wound me next to you if you like, I can be anything…”

As the first of your snores were heard, Seungmin finally relaxed completely. You’ve endured another stormy night, and his own heart warmed at the sight of your sleeping figure. He didn’t stop singing, though, determined to finish the song at this point – the song that had reminded him of you the first time he read the lyrics, the song he’d unintentionally associated with you and he wasn’t the least bit sorry about it.

“...you are my volcano.”

word count: 1.2k 🕯️ posted: 12 • 02 • 2023

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the fox and the hound

pairing: kim seungmin x afab!reader x yang jeongin

warnings: background poly!ot8 x reader, reader is implied to be younger than jeongin but speaks informally to everyone bc they like it and bc i said so, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cunnilingus, spit kink, biting, mfm threesome, threeway kissing, unprotected sex, pegging, d/s dynamics not specified, seungmin does get plowed by reader though, seungmin and jeongin Nice™️ agenda, spanking, some mxm moments. don’t like don’t read!

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you’d come over earlier under the pretense of a movie night, a marvel movie you’ve all seen too many times to keep track of. it started off innocently enough. jeongin launched himself face first into your lap, and seungmin shouldered himself past minho, laughing all the while, so that he could sit on the side of you that isn’t occupied by jeongin’s long legs. 

seungmin’s head rests contently on your shoulder, fingers plucking at the threading ends of the blanket that covers both of your laps.  

it’s getting too warm. you’d do anything to shuck the blanket off, but the two immovable forces that press you into the couch don’t give you the option. you lightly kick your legs so that air can circulate under the blanket, and jeongin grumbles when the blanket blocks his view of the television. 

jeongin’s never this touchy, which is why all you do is settle your arm over the strawberry blond strands of his hair while he turns around in your lap so that he can wrap his own arm around your waist and bury his face against your stomach. 

hyunjin coos when he notices jeongin snuggling into you. a squawk. ack, so sweet, ayen-ah! he’s sitting beside minho on the opposite couch, always inviting himself into the cuties’ dorm to spend time with the babies and his hyung when he can. of course, you being there is an extra incentive as well. 

your fingers comb gently through jeongin’s hair, and he nuzzles more intently against your stomach. he tugs at the corner of the blanket so it bunches up under his head like a pillow. you hardly pay it any mind, focusing all of your attention again on the movie and scritching at jeongin’s scalp, until he burrows his nose straight into the crotch of your sweatpants. your stomach swoops at the contact, butterflies fluttering, and your fingers tighten in his hair unconsciously. 

he doesn’t stop when you tug on his hair, just breathes in deeply against your clothed core and presses a kiss to the seam of your pants. the gasp you let out is involuntary, and you feel seungmin’s satisfied grin pressing against your shoulder as he looks down at the scene unfolding beside him.

“he must really want a taste,” he breathes into your shoulder, easily covered up by the volume of the movie.

as if spurred on by his hyung’s words, jeongin starts to tug at the band of your sweatpants. you spare a halfhearted glance to hyunjin and minho on the other couch, not wanting to disturb them if they’re really watching the movie like the three of you should be, but you ultimately tilt your hips so jeongin can pull your sweatpants down enough to smush his nose against the crease of your thigh. 

you spread your legs as best you can with the band obstructing your movement, and you have to fight to keep quiet when jeongin’s tongue wriggles against the gusset of your panties. you can barely feel it because of the angle, the pressure just there enough to have you craving his tongue on you bare. he puckers his lips and sucks, pulling the faint taste of your wetness into his mouth from the fabric of your panties.

seungmin reaches down to run his fingers through jeongin’s wavy hair. he scratches at jeongin’s scalp, and you move your arm to rest over his head at the same time, trying your best to hide what’s going on from the rest of the room. you can only do so much when jeongin starts to tug at your panties, finally growing tired of the barrier between the two of you. you lift your hips again, and seungmin helps him pull your underwear and sweatpants to your knees. if minho and hyunjin were to look over, they’d be met with a show. try all you want to hide what’s going on, but you’d have no excuse for your legs being spread wide and jeongin’s head between your thighs.

the angle’s still odd, but jeongin does his best. he uses his fingers to pull up on the mound of your cunt so that he can reach your slit better, and stars burst behind your closed eyelids when his tongue finally touches your delicate little clit. his breath is warm where it hits you, frantic and short puffs of air against your most sensitive parts. he’s excited. excited to taste you, excited to be doing something so naughty right in the living room of his dorm. 

jeongin is enthusiastic in everything he does, and this is no exception. seungmin’s fingers comb through his hair; you can’t tell if the dazed look in jeongin’s eyes is because of your taste or seungmin’s soothing hands. his mouth is deft. he points his tongue in a way that has your back bowing, pressing the point of it against your clit and then pulling away to see the string of spit that connects him to you. over and over and over. 

it’s not long before the combined slick noises of jeongin’s mouth and your soaked pussy rouse the attention of someone a few feet away. 

“hyung, the babies are playing,” hyunjin laughs, bent knee nudging obnoxiously at minho’s thighs to get his attention. jeongin wheezes when he’s finally caught, lips puckering in a kiss against your cunt, and you press him closer to you. safe and sound. his arms wrap around your back. 

“jagi’s pussy is better than thor-hyung, yang jeongin?” minho asks. he cocks his head with a grin. what a bold question from him considering he came buckets in said pussy two nights ago. 

you have a retort on your tongue, but it dies in your mouth when seungmin pushes jeongin further into you by the hair. the only thing leaving your mouth is a squeal as he licks between your folds with a determination only your youngest boyfriend can possess. you reach down to spread yourself for him. 

“good, aegi,” seungmin whispers, and he presses a kiss to the dewy skin of your neck. 

as if summoned by the heightening smells and sounds of sex echoing throughout the dorm, the click of a bedroom door opening draws your attention. felix opens his door and peeks his head out before slyly grinning and making his way to the living area. he’s carrying his phone. 

what a sight the three of you must make. you with your sweatpants and underwear slipping down your shins, jeongin buried in your cunt, and seungmin licking sloppily at your neck. 

“hi, bubby!” felix crows, gremlin voice in full effect as he makes his way to you, socks swishing quickly against the wooden floor. he slips behind the couch and caresses you underneath the chin, guiding your head back so he can lean over and kiss you slowly on the lips. “is jeonginnie doing well?” 

“he eats me so well,” you breathe against felix’s plump, pink lips, and jeongin’s hands tense against your back. 

felix keeps his hand underneath your chin as seungmin peels your pants fully down your legs. now that your lower half is completely bare, he tosses your sweats and underwear at hyunjin and minho on the other couch. 

“that’s not very nice,” you vaguely hear hyunjin say, but when your eyes slide over to him, he’s nosing contentedly at your wet panties. 

with your legs no longer obstructed, you can spread them as wide as you please. jeongin certainly benefits from the added space, and his palms move from your back to the spread of your thighs. he lifts one of them and throws your leg over his shoulder so that it rests over his back. jeongin suckles on your clit, batting that tiny little button with a swift tongue.

“you taste like heaven,” he mumbles into you, a statement you weren’t expecting, but it has your legs twitching regardless. he doesn’t bother to pull his face away from your cunt as he speaks. 

the room erupts into impressed wahhhs and throaty noises of approval, floored over how suave their youngest is. one voice sticks out in particular, however tinny and far away it seems.

“yahhh, iyen-ah! hyung is proud!” seo changbin. felix cackles and turns the volume up on his phone. your 3racha boys must be at the studio working. “that was really smooth. ‘you taste like heaven…’” a joyous giggle and a clap. 

“i’m stealing that,” jisung says right back, serious as a heart attack. 

jeongin pays his hyungs no mind, even the one who still has a hand in his hair. he eats you like he’s starving, sucking noisy kisses up and down the slit of your cunt. you can feel the combination of his spit and your wetness slipping down between your asscheeks. jeongin licks it up dutifully, smiling big and bright against you when it shocks a high pitched whine from your throat. 

“jeongin, o-oh, innie, fuck!” you whimper, and felix soothes under your chin. 

you can’t hold yourself back anymore, not with the attention of your boyfriends on you, even through the speaker of felix’s phone. both of your hands sink into jeongin’s strawberry blonde hair; seungmin moves his out of the way and adjusts himself on the couch, leaning back on the arm of it. at the first harsh roll of your hips, jeongin wheezes. his lips are too sweet, his tongue is too soft. he’s been licking you for so long that you’re bound to cum soon, the bubbling heat in your stomach only strengthened by the frantic rutting of your hips. 

“stick your tongue out, stick your tongue out, lemme…” you beg. jeongin does just that, holding his head still while you hump against his slick tongue. his dazed eyes are half-open, beautiful, deep espresso focused solely on your pleasure-stricken face. 

“you must be doing so well, jeongin-ah,” chan coos over the phone, and jeongin hums in response. the first time he’s spoken up during your tryst and it’s to give praise and reassurance. typical leader, typical chan. 

“of course he’s doing well. you should see our other baby’s fucked out little face,” minho coos. you can only imagine how fucked out you look, eyes wild and tongue half lolling out of your mouth. everything is nearly too much, the attention, jeongin’s delectable mouth. it’s past enough to get you there and further. your legs trap jeongin in place when you cum hard, body locking as your orgasm zings through you like a rocket. your chest bows to the ceiling when your back arches, and felix immediately reaches out a small hand to soothe across your hardened nipples over your t-shirt. 

you shiver when you come down, shakily peeling your wonky legs apart to let jeongin up, but he doesn’t move an inch. he’s content to lay right there, head padded on one of your thighs while he breathes heavily. his cock tents his shorts. 

he cracks a smile though when your fingers smooth through his ruffled and sweaty hair, eyes fluttering open just to crinkle closed again with the force of his sleepy smile.

“you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, and everyone in the room starts to holler once again. 

it’s no surprise that you end up in jeongin’s bed that night. you both get a good night’s rest, of course, only after you sucked him into your mouth, swallowed his cum, and pulled up netflix so you could rewatch jeongin’s favorite marvel scene that you both missed earlier.

it’s no surprise either that seungmin shows up sooner or later, conveniently enough when jeongin slips out of his room to head to the bathroom. 

seungmin crawls onto jeongin’s bed and right into your lap, long legs straddling your waist. 

“hello to you too, seungminnie,” you say, and he bends down to nip at your neck in response. quick little nibbles, soft, insistent, peckish bites that make you scrunch your shoulder to your neck and giggle goofily. “are you corn cobbing me?” 

“meong,” seungmin smiles. just as goofily. you pat him on the back, and he lifts up onto his palms to get a good look at you. 

when jeongin walks back in, your tongue is down seungmin’s throat and your fingers are down the back of his pajama pants. it’s nothing new, not nearly a peculiar sight, but he can hear the slick noises of your kisses from where he’s standing. for how dandy seungmin is to the public eye, he sure does kiss like a dog when he’s horny, messy and wet, tongue out of his mouth while he licks sloppily at yours. jeongin’s cock is chubbing up already.

“really? sneaking into my bed when i’m gone, hyung? that’s dirty.”

seungmin snakes his tongue back into his mouth with a messy slurp. he wipes his chin. “i’m just taking my turn since i didn’t get to last night.”

it’s true; he didn’t. no one did. the second the other members started pulling their pants down to play, jeongin grabbed you and booked it to his room, laughing maniacally and locking the door before anyone could chase you down. 

maknae privileges. 

or maybe they’re just whipped for the two of you.  

it’s getting hot underneath your sweatshirt. you didn’t even remember leaving it here, but jeongin pulled it out of his dresser last night to warm you up when your nipples stayed hard in the chill of his room. it’s a blessing in disguise when seungmin rucks the sweatshirt up to slip his bony hands underneath it. his nails rake gently along the tender skin of your abdomen, and he grins toothily when you shiver. 

“i helped him make you cum last night, you know,” seungmin says, and jeongin guffaws. 

“hyung, that’s a reach. i did that on my own!” 

“yah, i did help,” seungmin challenges back. you distinctly remember seungmin’s hand in jeongin’s hair, keeping him in place and pushing him against you time and time again. kissing and talking lowly into the skin of your sensitive neck. you guess in his own special kim seungmin way, he did help. 

“ah, seungminnie. did we leave you out? my love. daengdaengie, i’m sorry. aren’t we, jeonginnie?” 

jeongin rolls his eyes for so long you swear you’ll never see his pupils again. he presses his lips together and his cheeks crease. he’s trying to hold back a smile, and it finally cracks when he crawls into his bed and expertly dodges seungmin’s kicking foot. 

“yeah, okay. sorry, hyung,” it sounds genuine enough that seungmin doesn’t have a retort. all he does is lean down to kiss you again, tugging your sweatshirt up to your armpits so that your chest is on full display. jeongin props up on his elbow to watch, laying on his side right next to you, eyes honing in on the way seungmin messily licks into your mouth. 

seungmin’s hand smacks against the side of your chest in his haste to grab a handful, pinching your nipple between his long fingers. you throw your head back with a sigh, catching jeongin’s gaze out of the corner of your eye. seungmin’s neat haircut is soft in your hands when you curl your fingers in it. 

“seungminnie,” you sigh, kissing his forehead when he ducks his head to lick at your opposite nipple. 

a choked gasp is shocked from your throat when jeongin’s tongue quickly joins seungmin’s fingers on your other nipple. it’s an overwhelming feeling, two mouths on your chest at once. you wrap your arms around both of their necks to ground yourself. 

“bite- bite them, just a bit. a little bit, please?” you beg. 

you’re lucky the two of them seem to be in a giving mood because they give you what you want without teasing you for wanting it. jeongin’s teeth catch on your nipple before seungmin’s do, and he huffs a laugh through his nose when you whimper. seungmin joins in quickly, playfully growling and scrunching his nose as he bites at your sensitive skin. the pressure is so good, the sting of their front teeth is almost enough to have you pushing their heads away and rubbing your own fingers gently at your tender nipples, but you hold out. 

“you taste like heaven,” seungmin says around your nipple, winking greasily up at you and barely managing to contain his smile while he does it. 

jeongin pulls his mouth from your nipple with a wet pop. “ooh, yah. i wonder where we’ve heard that before.” he swats seungmin on the back of the head, and seungmin does it right back. 

in order to distract them from their impending slap fight, you abruptly sit up and take your sweatshirt all the way off, and your underwear follows next. a new pair, from jeongin’s spare drawer. you can only imagine what hyunjin did with the pair you wore last night. they level each other with one last squinted glance before looking right back at you. 

before you know it, seungmin’s on you again. the only difference this time is that he’s naked. jeongin is too, and he lays beside you again and strokes himself while seungmin kisses you breathless. you’d guessed earlier that this is what seungmin wanted. when your hands slipped down the back of his pajama pants to cop a feel of his ass, his crack was slippery-wet. 

he takes your fingers beautifully, always does. his own fingers are longer than yours, jeongin’s certainly are as well, but seungmin doesn’t complain when you stuff him with three. he can’t complain when his tongue is too busy licking behind your teeth anyway. 

“ahh, yeah. yeah, ‘m ready. come on. get in me, jagi,” seungmin breathes. he sits up on his palms again, and his breath stutters when you lick a stripe up the center of his chest. 

jeongin watches through hooded eyes, but his hand slows down on his cock as seungmin sits up. 

“wait! oh no, wait- i don’t have-?” your strap, how could you miss that? the one thing you really need right now. disappointment unfurls in your chest with the realization you can’t give seungmin what he wants. at least you can watch jeongin fuck him instead, but he squishes your cheeks with his thumb and four fingers and laughs before you really start to spiral. 

“i brought my bag, dummy. you didn’t see?” 

seungmin leans over the edge of the bed and reaches for his bag. you watch jeongin’s eyes follow the arch of his hyung’s back, the curve of his ass, and you know when his eyes stop moving that they’re locked on the slight gape of seungmin’s stretched hole. 

you cock your head at him and raise your eyebrows, pointing your index finger at him like you’re scolding him. jeongin grins and brings his finger to his lips. shhh. 

seungmin procures your handy-dandy harness and his personal favorite light blue dildo from his bag, sitting up straight with it and jiggling it in the air like a lunatic so that it flops all over the place. 

“don’t wiggle my dick like that, you freak,” you say, making grabby hands at your strap. 

with both of their help, you’re strapped up in no time. light blue cock protruding proudly from your groin like it’s meant to be there. you jerk it in your hands, bending your knee and propping your foot up on the bed so you can thrust against the tight, lubed up circle of your fist. you put on a show for them. a bite to your bottom lip, a breathy moan. your nipples tighten as if you’re subconsciously really feeling the grip you have on your strap. 

you’re up on your knees and pressed to jeongin’s chest before you even register that you’re being pulled up. he kisses you hard, tongue slipping into your mouth and tangling with yours. an elegant hand reaches down to continue spreading the lube around your silicone cock. seungmin’s hand rubs at the dip of your back before he joins the kiss himself. it’s messy, always is like this with any of your boys. your lips barely press together, a quick slide, tongues meeting sloppily outside of your mouths before jeongin pulls away to kiss down your neck. 

jeongin’s bed is so soft that it’s almost hard to move. the three of you clumsily position yourselves how you want. seungmin flat on his stomach, you straddling the backs of his thighs, and jeongin kneeling behind you. 

you watch yourself slide into seungmin’s body, his hole soft and pliant, slick with lube. you pause when the head pops in, and you pull it right back out. pushing in again, pulling out. 

“fuck me already, please, just- aiiish. don’t do this to me,” seungmin complains, reaching his arms behind his back to try and pull you in by the hips. 

“sorry, seungminnie. your hole’s just too cute.” and it is! cute and a little hairy, hungry and clenching for your cock. 

sliding all the way inside is easy this time, and seungmin buries his face in the pillow to muffle his cry. you shift your hips minutely so that your position on his thighs is more comfortable. it’s sweet, the way seungmin finally melts into the mattress when you press your palms flat against his back. 

with your ass sticking out the way it is, jeongin slips inside of you just as easily. he always makes the cutest noises when he sheaths himself inside your cunt, a gasped inhale, a shuddery wheeze. 

“oh, god, you’re warm,” he whispers. “it’s- ah, you feel too good. d’you know how soft you are here?” 

you wiggle your ass, and both of your boys moan. you do have a soft pussy, pretty and soft and perfect. you can say that with confidence because each of your eight make you wholeheartedly believe it.

from your spot in the middle, you’re able to rut yourself back and forth, fucking seungmin on your cock and fucking yourself on jeongin’s. a hesitant swat to one of your asscheeks has you speeding up. 

“oh! innie, innie, again. you can do it again,” you cry. you beg, and jeongin smacks your ass once more. it’s not nearly as harsh as a spank from minho, not even as harsh as a spank from chan when you goad him into it, but it’s good because it’s jeongin. he thrusts against you, nearly bouncing you back and forth between him and seungmin. the momentum from your combined thrusts has seungmin moving just as much, leaky cock rutting against the rumpled sheets underneath him as his drool smears on jeongin’s pillow. 

“it’s so good, it feels so good,” seungmin slurs. you yank his head back by his hair. “oh my god, yeah. ohmygod, it’s so good.” 

“it’s so good, meongmeongie?”

you don’t know how you even have the wherewithal to speak. jeongin’s cock feels perfect, he fucks you so well, and in turn, it helps you fuck seungmin well too. the bed creaks with your combined weight and the frantic movement from all three of you. if anyone else is in the dorm, there’s no doubt what’s going on in jeongin’s room. 

seungmin cums first, you’re not surprised. you duck your head to watch the way his tight hole milks your cock, and you lick your thumb, bringing it to his rim to touch it while it clenches. it never takes him long to cum when he has his prostate stimulated, and with his cock rutting against the mattress, he’s a goner. 

you slow to a stop to not overstimulate him, pressing all the way inside until he’s batting at your hips. 

jeongin pulls you back by your shoulders. your strap slips from seungmin’s hole with a slick little noise, and jeongin pulls you until your back is against his chest. 

“i want you to cum,” jeongin grunts. his bony hips slap relentlessly against your ass. “i want you to cum so badly, aegi.” 

seungmin dazedly reaches behind himself and searches for you, patting with his hand until he finds your slick, lube covered, light blue cock. he hasn’t even turned over onto his back, his cheek is smushed against the pillow, yet he wraps his long fingers around your strap regardless. it’s such a sight, he struggles with the motion because of the angle, but even that is oddly sexy. 

“god, i can’t- yeah, ‘m gonna cum, just-” while seungmin jerks your strap, you frantically slip your fingers between your thighs to rub at your swollen clit as jeongin fucks you. you’re sticky wet, nearly dripping down your thighs at this point. 

jeongin keeps his rhythm as steady as he can. the feeling of his cock spearing you open paired with the visual of seungmin sleepily stroking your strap is enough to push you right over the edge. 

“i’m-! cumming, cumming, in-innie, seungminnie, you’re making me cum,” you wail, and jeongin kisses down your spine. 

the clenching of your cunt drags jeongin down with you, and the grunt he gives you is half muted by his bitten lip. he always stops breathing when he cums, going stock-still behind you before he heaves in a deep breath. 

jeongin’s bed isn’t big enough for three people, but that’s never stopped you before, and it won’t stop you now. 

you’re in the middle of them, right where you belong. you’ll all get up in a minute, jeongin will need to strip his bed, someone will need to clean you up and out - you’ll be damned before you do it yourself, and you’ll all need to shower. but it can wait. 

“your O face is stupid,” seungmin grumbles, fingers reaching to entwine with jeongin’s where they rest over your stomach. you snort but rub at their arms regardless. they’re always like this. 

“sure, hyung. and my pillow’s soaked with your drool.”

ain’t no fucking way i start dying of a cold the night before my 21st birthday what the hell

────* ˚ ✦ CAUGHT IN THE ACT ( stray kids )

❛ The reactions of each member of Stray Kids' Maknae line when they're caught kissing you by another member.

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HYUNG LINE | MAKNAE LINE

한지성 ── HAN JISUNG.

The elevator chimed softly, announcing its arrival at the well-worn floor of your boyfriend’s apartment building. The sound, almost like an old friend’s greeting, blended with the soft rustle of takeout bags in your hands. Each step you took down the hallway was instinctive, as if your feet had memorized the path from countless visits. You mused that, at this point, you might as well be contributing to the rent, considering how often you wandered through these doors.

As you reached Jisung’s door, a sense of familiarity washed over you. The door, just as he’d assured you, was slightly ajar—a silent invitation into the cozy haven within. You gently nudged it open and slipped inside, the comfort of the space wrapping around you like an old, cherished blanket. 

With a practiced ease, you kicked off your shoes, the soft thud of their landing on the floor barely registering amidst the quiet. The scent of warm, delicious takeout, mingled with the faint aroma of Jisung’s cologne, filled the air as you made your way to the kitchen. You placed the bags atop the counter with a satisfied sigh, the familiar clink of containers and the gentle crinkle of paper marking the end of your journey and the beginning of another evening spent together.

“Honey, is that you?” Jisung’s voice, warm and familiar, drifted from the depths of his bedroom. The sound, gentle and inviting, coaxed a smile from your lips. You responded with a soft, affirming call, and set about unpacking the array of takeout food onto the kitchen counter, carefully sorting out the dinner you’d planned for Minho to enjoy later. The task, once mundane, felt infused with a sense of anticipation.

Yet, a curious feeling nudged at you. The curiosity won over practicality, and you decided to investigate the source of Jisung’s call. Leaving the neatly arranged containers behind, you approached his bedroom with soft footsteps, the hallway dimly illuminated by the subtle glow from the adjoining rooms. As you pushed open the door, a veil of darkness initially concealed the room’s contents.

You peered inside, eyes straining to adjust to the shadows. Slowly, shapes began to emerge from the obscurity. Jisung’s figure, snug and enveloped in the cocoon of his bed, came into view. His gaze, tender and filled with warmth, met yours through the gloom. The softness of his smile mirrored the affection in your own, as if sharing a silent, intimate conversation in the quiet of the room.

“Why aren’t you coming to eat?” you asked, your voice carrying a blend of playful curiosity and genuine concern, as you took in the serene sight of him waiting for you.

Jisung remained silent, his only response a slow, deliberate lift of his arm—a silent, yet eloquent invitation for you to join him. With a tender smile curling your lips, you moved toward him, feeling the comforting warmth of his presence. You sank into the plush embrace of his bed, a sigh escaping your lips as you settled beside him. He promptly draped the soft sheets over your body, their gentle weight providing a cocoon of warmth as he drew you closer, his arms encircling you with a sense of tender possessiveness.

In the dim, intimate glow of the room, you felt his breath, warm and soothing, as he nestled his face into the curve of your neck, a contented sigh escaping him. His closeness enveloped you in a cocoon of serene affection. You reached up, your fingers gently threading through his tousled hair, your touch both soothing and affectionate.

“Are you okay, my love?” you murmured, your voice a blend of concern and tenderness. Jisung’s response was a subtle nod, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the moment. 

“I’m just very tired,” he mumbled, his voice muffled and soft. “Spent the entire day with Chan and Changbin, working on some songs, and then we had dance rehearsal.” His words were nearly lost in the gentle hum of exhaustion that colored his tone. “Honestly, I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years.”

You chuckled softly, the sound a gentle ripple of warmth against the quiet of the room. Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to his temple, the gesture imbued with both affection and understanding.

“Since we’re not eating just yet, how about I put away the food first before we settle in for a nap together?” you suggest softly, the words slipping gently into the quiet space between you. As you attempt to wriggle free from his tender embrace, Jisung responds with a playful squeeze, a muffled whine of disapproval escaping his lips. His arms tighten around you, cocooning you in warmth and affection, unwilling to let go.

You can’t help but giggle at his stubbornness, your fingers tapping lightly on his biceps in a playful plea for release. Despite your gentle insistence, he remains resolute, his embrace as comforting as it is firm. “Please, just a moment,” you implore, your voice a soothing blend of amusement and persistence. “I promise it’ll only take a second.”

The room seems to hold its breath as you wait for his response, the soft rustle of the sheets and the rhythmic beat of your hearts creating a quiet symphony of intimacy and warmth.

He groans dramatically, his head falling back with a sleepily exaggerated pout that tugs at your heartstrings. Unable to resist, you lean in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. The moment is soft and fleeting, a quiet affirmation of your affection. However, before the kiss can deepen, an unexpected yelp of surprise pierces the tranquility.

Startled, you both turn to see Chan standing in the doorway, his cheeks flushed a vivid shade of crimson. He stands there, momentarily frozen, as he fumbles with the light switch, the room flooding with sudden brightness. “Sorry,” Chan mumbles, his voice a hesitant whisper. His eyes dart away from the two of you, clearly embarrassed as he steps further inside. “Hannie said I could come in here to grab the cable I need. I didn’t realize you’d be here—I thought he would be at your place.”

With a sheepish nod, Chan dives into the drawers of Jisung’s desk, his movements quick and purposeful as he searches for the elusive cable. Within moments, he triumphantly retrieves it, his gaze flickering back to you and Jisung in an apologetic glance. Bowing awkwardly, Chan’s cheeks remain flushed as he hurries to exit. Jisung, watching the whole scene unfold, can’t suppress a chuckle, the sound rich with amusement. Chan, now thoroughly embarrassed, flicks the lights off with a swift motion before making a hasty exit, his footsteps echoing as he bolts out of the apartment.

“He’s so ridiculous,” Jisung mutters, his voice laced with a blend of amusement and exasperation. He finally loosens his embrace, allowing you to slip away as he sinks back into the plush depths of the bed. His eyes drift shut, heavy with fatigue, leaving the space beside him achingly vacant.

You rise, your movements gentle as you tread softly across the room, the dim light casting a warm glow over the scene. Jisung’s words hang in the air, a tender plea that tugs at your heart. “Hurry up,” he murmurs, his tone a soft blend of longing and affection. “I miss you already.”

The quiet intimacy of his request fills the room, a promise of the warmth and closeness awaiting you as you return to his side.

이용복 ── LEE YONGBOK.

The melody had woven itself into a relentless loop, its notes echoing and intertwining with the fabric of time for the past two hours. Despite the growing monotony of its repetition, your admiration for Yongbok’s unwavering commitment remains undiminished. Each echo of the song was met with his tireless pursuit of perfection, his every move an intricate dance of effort and grace.

As you watched him, your gaze was drawn to the artistry of his movements, which seemed to inch closer to flawless execution with every cycle of the song. Yet, your focus wavered slightly, ensnared by the sight before you. The relentless dance had left Yongbok drenched in perspiration, his thin white tank top clinging to his toned frame as though it were a second skin. His long hair, once neatly styled, now adhered to his neck and forehead in damp tendrils, framing his face with an unrestrained charm.

Under the harsh, bright glare of the overhead lights, Yongbok's sweat caught the illumination, casting a mesmerizing shimmer that made him appear almost ethereal, as if he were a creature of light and shadow dancing beneath a celestial spotlight. The sight of him, glowing with an otherworldly radiance, was enough to pull your thoughts away from the task at hand.

Suddenly, you jolted back to the present, your mind snapping into focus just in time to catch a subtle misstep in Yongbok's otherwise flawless routine. The small error, though minor, stood out against the backdrop of his otherwise meticulous performance, a testament to both his dedication and the endless pursuit of perfection.

With a practiced flick of your thumb, you paused the relentless song. Yongbok, spent and breathless, trudged over to you, each step heavy with fatigue. His once sharp movements were now slower, his chest rising and falling in labored breaths. He reached for his water bottle with a grateful, weary groan, tilting it back to quench his thirst before collapsing onto the floor beside you in a defeated slump.

A sympathetic chuckle escaped your lips as you rose from your spot, now relinquished to the worn patch of ground Yongbok had recently vacated. You adjusted your position, preparing to offer guidance. "Yongbokie," you began, your voice soothing and encouraging, "you’re slowing down the transition between these two moves, which disrupts the rhythm. It’s causing you to fall out of sync with the tempo."

With a patient, guiding touch, you demonstrated the movements, your body moving with the precision you hoped to convey. The graceful flow of your actions contrasted with the slower, labored efforts of Yongbok’s earlier attempts. "If you can manage to execute the transitions a bit faster," you said, illustrating the corrected pace with fluidity, "you’ll stay in perfect harmony with the beats. Let’s try it one more time. You’re so close to getting it just right, I promise."

Though Yongbok huffed in exhaustion, his resolve remained steadfast. He nodded, a spark of determination igniting in his eyes as he pulled himself off the ground to face the challenge once more. You patted his backside affectionately, your smile radiating warmth and encouragement. With a final, reassuring glance, you settled back into your own spot, your hand poised to restart the song and guide him through one more round of practice.

As the challenging segment of the choreography approached once again, a wave of anticipation rippled through the room. This time, as Yongbok executed the intricate moves with newfound precision, a burst of joy erupted from you. The moment he flawlessly completed the sequence, a triumphant cheer escaped your lips, filling the air with infectious excitement.

Yongbok’s face lit up with a radiant grin, his pride palpable as he executed the final steps with flawless grace. The relief was evident in his posture as the last notes of the song drifted into silence. Breathless and spent, he leaned heavily against the choreography’s completion, his body glistening with the sheen of hard-earned sweat.

Without hesitation, you sprang into action, wrapping your arms around him in a jubilant embrace. Despite the stickiness of his sweat-soaked form, your excitement and affection overshadowed any discomfort. Yongbok’s chuckle, light and appreciative, resonated in the space between you. His weight shifted onto you, causing a delighted giggle to bubble from your lips as you wobbled slightly, struggling to maintain your balance.

With a joyful determination, you steadied yourself, ensuring you could support both of you. “That was exactly what I was hoping for, Yongbok! You nailed it perfectly!” you exclaimed, your voice brimming with admiration. The connection between you two, now solidified by the shared triumph, felt both exhilarating and endearing, marking the culmination of a well-deserved moment of celebration.

"Does this mean we’re finished for today?" Yongbok’s voice was laced with a mixture of hope and weariness as he slowly lifted himself off you, his gaze searching for confirmation. His eyes, wide and gleaming with anticipation, met yours with a fervent intensity that made your heart skip a beat. 

You laughed softly, a warm sound that mingled with the dim glow of satisfaction in the room. Nodding, you placed a gentle hand on his damp abdomen, the contact reassuring and tender. Yongbok’s tired cheer was a muted echo of his earlier exuberance, a blend of relief and lingering fatigue.

However, the moment was charged with a different kind of energy as Yongbok’s eyes fixed on you with an almost palpable intensity. The depth of his gaze was impossible to ignore, and it made you shift uneasily, feeling a pang of discomfort mixed with longing. You were acutely aware of the electric chemistry between you two, the unspoken tension that lingered just beneath the surface. Though the desire to explore something beyond your professional boundaries was strong, the reality of your roles—idol and choreographer—kept you tethered to the confines of your current relationship.

With a heavy heart, you took a step back, the space between you now marked by a careful, deliberate distance. The flicker of disappointment in Yongbok’s eyes was quick and fleeting, though it did not escape your notice. In an instant, his expression softened, and a shy smile crept onto his lips, a tender acknowledgment of the boundaries you both knew you had to maintain.

"Do you happen to know where the other members should be right now?" Yongbok asked, his voice carrying a note of curiosity as he ambled back towards his water bottle. With a swift motion, he downed the remaining liquid in a single, satisfying gulp, the action accompanied by a soft, relieved sigh.

As Yongbok wiped away the sweat from his brow with the hem of his drenched tank top, the fabric clinging to his form, you couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of his toned, glistening abs. The subtle sheen of perspiration against his skin created an almost mesmerizing glimmer. You inhaled sharply, your breath catching in your throat at the unexpected display.

Embarrassment quickly flush your cheeks and ears with a deep, vibrant crimson. You cleared your throat, the sound a weak attempt to regain composure, and shifted your gaze to the opposite side of the dance room. There, your belongings were scattered haphazardly across the familiar leather couch. You made a beeline for it, desperately seeking refuge from the heat rising in your face.

"I think Chan is in his studio with Changbin and Han, as usual," you managed, your voice wavering slightly as you unplugged your charger and hastily stuffed it into your bag. "But I'm not entirely sure about the rest of the members." As you fumbled with your bag, you recalled a recent conversation. "Wait, Minho mentioned something about going out to eat with I.N, if I remember correctly."

The words stumbled out with an air of nervous distraction, as you tried to steady yourself amidst the lingering flush of embarrassment.

When you turned around, a jolt of surprise raced through you. Yongbok stood so close behind you that you could almost feel the warmth of his breath. His eyes, shimmering with a daring glint, set your heart racing uncontrollably. The intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch and your body tense, an intoxicating wave of anticipation washing over you.

His presence, almost overwhelming in its proximity, brought an unexpected silence between you. Yongbok’s smirk, laden with a hint of arrogance, conveyed a quiet confidence that seemed to pierce right through your defenses. The way he loomed over you, casting a shadow of both authority and allure, was a detail that had always stirred something deep within you. You realized with a start that you were holding your breath, caught in a moment where your unspoken dreams felt tantalizingly close to reality.

As his gaze slid deliberately to your lips, the unspoken possibility of what could happen next seemed to hang in the air. The thrill of breaking boundaries and rules danced at the edge of your consciousness, but the electric current of desire was stronger. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the strap of your bag tightly, a physical manifestation of the mixture of anxiety and adrenaline coursing through you.

In that charged moment, the consequences of your actions felt distant and inconsequential. The possibility of Yongbok leaning in and shattering the boundaries of professionalism made your thoughts swirl in a haze of longing and exhilaration. You allowed yourself to be consumed by this desire, choosing to embrace the intensity of the moment and deal with any repercussions later. For now, logic faded into the background as you surrendered to the intoxicating allure of what might unfold.

"I, um," Yongbok began, his voice dropping to a hushed murmur that barely cut through the silence of the dance room, which was usually a whirlwind of sound and energy. The room's rare quietude made his words stand out, their subtle weight heavy in the calm.

"I always enjoy these private sessions with you. Even if it’s just for a short while, having you to myself truly becomes one of the highlights of my day." The sincerity in his voice was unexpected, and it struck you with a force that made your heart flutter. As you absorbed the depth of his words, your cheeks warmed, turning a deeper shade of red. The weight of his intention was clear, and it sparked a genuine smile that spread across your face, unable to be contained.

Seeing your reaction, Yongbok’s smirk softened into a tender, almost shy grin. His eyes, previously sharp and intense, now crinkled into crescent moons, their corners adorned with the sparkling constellation of his freckles. The sight was endearing, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before.

"I also really enjoy these sessions with you," you whispered back, your voice barely more than a breath. You noticed his gaze linger on your lips once more, an unspoken conversation passing between your glances. "You make a pretty good student." The compliment was light but sincere, a playful acknowledgment of the bond you shared in these intimate moments of practice.

The low, rumbling chuckle that emerged from Yongbok's chest had a mesmerizing effect on you, leaving you momentarily dazed. Your gaze drifted slowly to his exquisitely plump lips, each curve and line illuminated by the soft light that bathed the room. 

"Yeah?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful challenge. The sound elicited a soft, involuntary giggle from you, a delightful echo of your shared tension. You watched as he inched closer, his presence growing more intoxicating with each passing second. His warm breath, gentle and inviting, fanned across your face in a way that was almost addictive. The sensation sent a shiver racing down your spine, a physical reminder of how close you now were. 

In this moment, you were acutely aware that this was the closest you had ever been to him. A silent prayer formed in your mind, hoping that this proximity wouldn’t be a fleeting encounter but the beginning of something more. The air between you crackled with anticipation, making you feel almost intoxicated by the intensity of the moment. 

Yongbok paused just before your lips could meet, his gaze locking onto yours with an unexpected intensity. The question that followed was softly spoken, almost reverent in its delivery. "Could I... may I kiss you?" His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but all he found was a mixture of eagerness and affection. 

You nodded, your movements almost frantic in their urgency, as if you were desperate to reassure him. "Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling with the whirlwind of emotions that enveloped you. His gaze softened, and with your consent granted, he closed the distance between you. 

His lips met yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionately charged, a culmination of all the unspoken desires and longings that had simmered between you. The sensation was electrifying, and you felt your bag slip from your shoulder, landing softly on the floor with a muted thud. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him closer, savoring the intimate connection you had yearned for so long.

You barely registered the low, appreciative groan that escaped Yongbok as his arms encircled your waist, pulling you irresistibly closer against him. The sweat and stickiness from hours of rigorous rehearsal faded into insignificance, overshadowed by the profound intimacy of the kiss. 

As your lips melded together, the kiss deepened, a powerful exchange that spoke volumes of the years of unspoken longing and desire. Each movement was desperate, as if trying to communicate all the feelings that had been kept hidden for so long. The connection was so intense that you found yourself almost panting with the fervor of it, each breath a testament to the depth of your emotions.

In this sacred moment, you felt as though you were observing yourself from a distance, as if through a veil or a screen. Standing on the tips of your toes, you sought to bridge the remaining space between you, craving more of the warmth and closeness that he offered. The kiss seemed to transcend the physical act itself; it was a vessel for the profound yearning you had harbored throughout your time working together. Every touch, every brush of his lips, was a way to convey just how deeply you had longed for this connection.

To your utter dismay, the cherished moment you had longed for was abruptly shattered by the sharp sound of a scandalized gasp from across the room. The noise jolted you from your reverie, and you instinctively pushed Yongbok away, stumbling backward in a daze. Your eyes widened in shock as you turned to see Hyunjin standing at the entrance of the dance room, his jaw hanging open in astonishment and his eyes wide with disbelief.

Hyunjin’s gaze darted rapidly between you and Yongbok, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. The air seemed to thicken with tension, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity. You floundered, desperately trying to summon a coherent excuse, but the words seemed to elude you in your state of panic. Yongbok, for his part, wore a deep crimson blush and offered a sheepish smile, clearly as taken aback as you were.

The silence between you was heavy, suffused with the weight of unspoken words and mounting anxiety. Hyunjin, despite his apparent shock, didn’t seem like the type to make a fuss, but the thought of potential consequences gnawed at your gut. The fear of losing the job you had come to cherish so deeply loomed large. Dancing had always been your sole passion, and the opportunity to choreograph for such an incredible group had been a dream come true. The confidence you had felt moments ago evaporated, leaving you trembling and vulnerable, a far cry from the composed professional you had aspired to be.

To your astonishment, a broad, teasing grin spread across Hyunjin’s face, his eyes glinting with mischief as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. His gaze shifted from you to Yongbok with an air of playful challenge. “Lixie, when did you get so daring?” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “I never thought you’d actually go for it.”

The shock of his words made you whirl your head to face Yongbok, who was now blushing deeply, his cheeks a vivid shade of red. He shot Hyunjin a half-hearted glare, his embarrassment palpable. “How long have you two been seeing each other?” Hyunjin continued, his voice rising with mock indignation. “And why haven’t I heard anything about it?”

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Hyunjin crossed his arms over his chest, adopting a playful pout that made the whole situation feel oddly lighthearted despite the tension. His demeanor was almost too casual for the gravity of the moment.

Yongbok, still flushed and clearly flustered, waved his hands in front of him in a frantic gesture. “You haven’t heard anything because you just interrupted our first kiss, you idiot!” The exasperation in his voice was evident, mingled with the lingering blush of his cheeks.

As Hyunjin’s realization dawned upon him, his entire demeanor shifted from playful mischief to genuine remorse. His face flushed with sudden guilt, and he bowed repeatedly, his hurried apologies tumbling out in a rush. With a final, sheepish glance, he bolted from the room with surprising speed, leaving behind a palpable silence.

You stood there, momentarily stunned, your eyes fixed on the spot where Hyunjin had just been. The shock of the interruption lingered, making the stillness around you seem almost tangible. After a few moments, Yongbok cautiously stepped back into your line of sight. He resumed his previous position but with a respectful distance, his gaze searching for any sign of your reaction.

"I'm sorry about that," Yongbok mumbled, his voice tinged with a shy, almost bashful quality. "I may or may not have been crushing on you for quite a while." His confession hung in the air, and you felt a flutter of amusement at his honest admission.

Shaking yourself out of the daze, a soft giggle escaped your lips, breaking the lingering tension. You bent to retrieve the bag you had dropped in the frenzy of the moment, your cheeks still flushed with a persistent blush. "I think it's actually quite cute," you said sincerely, meeting his gaze with warmth. "If it helps, I’ve also had feelings for you for a while. I guess that makes us even."

The smile that bloomed on Yongbok’s face was radiant, transforming his earlier embarrassment into an endearing display of joy. Seeing his expression light up made your heart swell with affection, and your own smile widened in response. The shared understanding between you felt like a promise of something beautiful beginning to unfold.

Finally, as the realization of your earlier intention to leave washed over him, Yongbok reached out with a gentle, reassuring gesture. His hand, warm and steady, closed around the handle of your bag, taking it from your grasp despite the evident confusion that flickered across your face.

With a soft, earnest smile, he met your gaze. "I'd like to walk you home, if you'll allow me," he offered, his voice carrying a tender note of sincerity. The invitation hung in the air, a promise of continued closeness and shared moments, as he stood there, waiting for your response with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

김승민 ── KIM SEUNGMIN.

The heavy, cumbersome bags dug relentlessly into your forearms as you and Seungmin trudged through the labyrinthine corridors leading to his apartment. Each step you took felt like a battle against the relentless weight, the rough straps cutting into your skin. Despite your intimate familiarity with this maze of hallways—so well-known that you could navigate it even with your eyes closed—Seungmin led the way with a quiet confidence. 

The silence between you was filled with a subtle, unspoken ease. The only sounds punctuating the stillness were the occasional rustle of plastic and the soft, steady rhythm of your breath. Your panting was light, a testament to the slight strain you felt as you wrestled with the bags' burdens. Seungmin had insisted on carrying every single bag in one go, a decision born from a practical desire to avoid the inconvenience of multiple trips. You could grudgingly acknowledge the wisdom in his suggestion, even as you shot occasional glares at the back of his head, cursing the added effort required.

Despite your murmured complaints, the truth was that Seungmin had taken on the lion's share of the load. His gentlemanly nature had ensured that the majority of the burden fell upon him, leaving you with only a few bags to manage. His consideration was evident, and though you resented the extra strain, you couldn't deny the relief it brought you.

With a deep, grateful sigh, you finally spotted the familiar door that marked the threshold of your boyfriend’s apartment, where he shared his space with his friend Yongbok. The door stood at the end of the hallway, a beacon of familiarity in the dimly lit corridor. As you and Seungmin rounded the final corner, a cacophony of sounds spilled out from within, a vivid reminder of the lively chaos unfolding just beyond the threshold.

Even from this distance, the din was unmistakable. The clamor of laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of playful shouts drifted through the walls, painting a vivid picture of the evening’s revelry. It was a weekly ritual, a cherished tradition among the group: a night dedicated to drinks, games, and movies. The venue for these gatherings rotated among the four apartments, and tonight was Seungmin and Yongbok’s turn to play host.

This familiar routine was the reason for your last-minute excursion, a hurried shopping trip undertaken with Seungmin. The promise of good company and the comforting familiarity of these gatherings made every effort worthwhile, even if it meant bearing the burden of heavy bags and enduring the bustle of a lively home.

As the two of you finally approached your destination, the hallway seemed to stretch out in slow motion. You observed Seungmin with a mixture of anticipation and amusement as he fumbled with his keys, his fingers deftly searching for the right one to unlock the door and liberate you both from the burdensome weight of the grocery bags. Each moment seemed to elongate as he concentrated intently on the task at hand, his brow furrowed in concentration.

A spark of mischief flickered within you, and a playful smirk curved your lips as an impish idea took shape. Seizing the opportunity, you inched closer to him despite the heavy bags you still carried. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you leaned in and gently nipped at his earlobe—an area you knew to be particularly sensitive, a delightful secret you alone had the privilege of knowing.

The effect was immediate and electrifying. Seungmin's task came to an abrupt halt as he shot you a look of mock indignation, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. You could almost feel the jolt of pleasure radiating through him, and the sight of his reaction filled you with giddy satisfaction. Your smirk widened, thoroughly pleased with the ripple of surprise and delight you'd managed to provoke.

“You’re a brat, you know that, right?” Seungmin’s voice was laced with playful reprimand, but the intense glimmer of desire in his eyes was unmistakable—a fiery spark that you could discern from miles away. An exhilarating surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, yet you maintained an innocent facade, one you knew perfectly well would drive him to distraction. Teasing him was a delight, particularly because he was so wonderfully easy to provoke.

With a resigned shake of his head, Seungmin decided to forgo engaging further in your tantalizing game. He returned to his task, wrestling with the tangled keys and the cumbersome grocery bags. Despite his frustration, he eventually managed to grasp the elusive key he’d been searching for, his movements a blend of determination and exasperation.

You pouted slightly, trying to ignore the discomfort of the heavy bags digging into your arms as you once again leaned in, eager to continue your playful assault. But before you could take another nip at his ear, you were met with an unexpected turn of events. A startled gasp escaped your lips as Seungmin swiftly maneuvered you against the wall beside the entrance door. The thud of the grocery bags hitting the floor was a distant sound, overshadowed by the deliciously stern gaze Seungmin now directed at you. His eyes, fierce and intense, held you captive in a moment of electrifying silence, leaving you utterly captivated and breathless.

You were unrepentantly shameless in your brattiness whenever Seungmin was near; it was a facet of yourself that you relished, an irresistible indulgence that compelled him to respond with a roughness that only fueled your excitement further. The thrill of this dynamic was too captivating to forgo, and the sight of him now made your knees quiver slightly, though his firm grip on your waist steadied you, his hands pressing down with a force that bordered on painful.

"You're going to need to be on your best behavior once we go inside, pup," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. The warm breath against your ear sent thrilling shivers cascading down your spine, a tangible reminder of his proximity and the intensity of his focus. The sternness of his tone only added to the charged atmosphere between you.

In response to the overwhelming sensation, you let the bags you’d been clutching fall to the floor with a grateful thud, the weight lifting from your arms like a welcome reprieve. You eagerly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, the warmth of his body merging with yours. A startled gasp escaped you when Seungmin’s teeth suddenly grazed the nape of your neck, his bite both sharp and exhilarating. His gaze, a blend of silent challenge and teasing, held you captive as he pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with unspoken promises and the lingering thrill of the moment.

Without a second thought, you leaned in with fervor, capturing his irresistibly warm lips in a heated kiss. Your body pressed eagerly against his, a blend of warmth and excitement fueling your playful exchange. The kiss was both urgent and tender, a passionate dance that seemed to defy time itself.

Yet, just as suddenly as you had initiated the kiss, you broke away, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You pushed him gently, feigning a lighthearted annoyance. "Come on, Min, we have to get inside quickly—I don't want my ice cream to melt," you said, your voice adopting an innocent tone that belied the intense arousal you felt. You moved to retrieve the fallen grocery bags, determined to restore some semblance of normalcy.

However, your attempt to distance yourself was swiftly thwarted. Before you could get very far, Seungmin's hands were firmly on your shoulders, and you found yourself pressed against the wall once more. His eyes, ablaze with a mix of irritation and desire, locked onto yours with an intensity that you found intoxicating. 

"No, pup, you started this," he murmured with a gruff edge to his voice. His lips then descended upon your neck, expertly finding that sensitive spot you so loved. His tongue traced and teased with a skill that made you sigh in deep satisfaction. As he lavished attention on your neck, you instinctively wrapped your arms around him again, savoring the thrilling intimacy of the moment.

As you began to rock your hips in a desperate bid for more friction, a sudden distraction interrupted your moment. The front door creaked open, its sound briefly pulling your focus away. Yet, Seungmin remained undeterred, his determination to stir your passions evident in the way he continued to work you up with unrelenting intensity.

You craned your neck, your gaze settling on Minho, who stood at the threshold with an amused snort. His eyes danced with barely concealed laughter as he took in the scene before him. His gaze dropped to the grocery bags strewn haphazardly on the floor, abandoned in the midst of your playful struggle. 

"They're back!" Minho's voice rang out, cheerful and slightly teasing. "Our Seungminnie is a bit preoccupied at the moment—busy being his usual doggy self. So if someone could lend me a hand with these bags, I'd appreciate it. I need to get dinner started," he added, his laughter causing his voice to break with a playful edge. With a few deft motions, he gathered several bags and turned to head back inside, leaving you and Seungmin in a bubble of intimate chaos.

Moments later, Chan emerged, his expression one of affectionate amusement as he playfully cooed at Seungmin. With a grin, he took hold of the remaining bags, his presence adding a warm, reassuring energy to the scene. As he followed Minho inside, he closed the door gently behind him, leaving you and Seungmin to resume your private interlude amidst the soft echo of the apartment’s lively ambiance.

A startled moan escaped your lips as Seungmin’s teeth sank into the tender flesh of your neck once more, his bite more forceful and insistent than before. The sensation sent shivers coursing down your spine, a raw mixture of pleasure and surprise. 

Seungmin’s voice, though laced with a sarcastic edge, only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. “Thanks for that,” he murmured, his words dripping with mock irritation. Yet, his actions betrayed the playful harshness of his tone. He pulled you impossibly closer, his grip tightening around you with a fervent, possessive energy. The closeness only served to underscore his own arousal, an unspoken testament to the charged atmosphere between you. His body pressed firmly against yours, each movement conveying a depth of desire that matched your own heightened sensations.

양정인 ── YANG JEONGIN.

In the gentle hum of late afternoon, the table in front of you became a tapestry of neatly folded garments, each piece meticulously arranged. The clothes, a delicate mix of your own and Jeongin's, formed soft, colorful mounds, their textures inviting a closer look. You worked silently, your fingers deftly handling the final batch of freshly dried laundry that Jeongin had just brought in. The room was filled with a tranquil rhythm, punctuated only by the soft rustling of fabric and the occasional sigh of contentment.

Jeongin's presence was like a warm breeze, a comforting whisper against the backdrop of domesticity. He slipped into the space beside you with effortless grace, his lips pressing a gentle, affectionate kiss to your cheek. It was a sweet, fleeting gesture that spoke of deep affection, a moment of intimacy amidst the mundane task of folding clothes. 

This was the first time you had woven your lives together in such a simple, yet profoundly meaningful way. The day had unfolded with a natural ease, as though you both were actors playing out a scene from a well-loved script. The apartment, once a chaotic landscape of disarray, now felt like a canvas being painted with the colors of shared domesticity. 

Jeongin had seized the opportunity of his day off to tackle the untidy corners of his home, a task he had long postponed. Yet, in his desire to make the most of the day, he found himself yearning for your company. You had offered to assist with the chores, with the playful condition that you would also tend to your own laundry in his space. The agreement was made with a lighthearted chuckle, an unspoken promise of more moments like this—simple, joyful, and richly woven with the threads of companionship.

From the edges of your vision, you caught the sight of his dimples making a gentle appearance, etched into his cheeks like sweet indentations. They were the result of the tender smile that danced upon his lips, a subtle curve that spoke of warmth and quiet joy. Drawn to the softness of his expression, you turned to face him fully, your own smile beginning to bloom, pulling at the corners of your mouth with a playful grace.

“What has you so delightfully smiley?” you inquired, your voice tinged with a teasing lilt that fluttered through the air. His response came as a light-hearted chuckle, a sound as soft as a whispering breeze, accompanied by a modest shrug that seemed to carry the weight of his contentment. Seeking to coax more from him, you nudged his arm gently with your elbow, a tender gesture meant to elicit a deeper revelation.

“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice a soft murmur, the smile remaining steadfast and sincere. “I usually find chores like this a bit of a drudge, but today has been different. It’s been so lovely to do this with you.” His heartfelt confession unfurled in the quiet space between you, causing your heart to swell with a warm, affectionate glow. The earnestness in his eyes and the simplicity of his words stirred something deep within you, and a soft, melodic giggle escaped your lips, blending with the gentle rhythm of your shared moment.

In truth, the tapestry of your relationship was still being woven, with threads of time only recently beginning to intertwine. The two of you had yet to travel far from the fresh, unblemished shores of early romance. The incessant fluttering of your hearts, a constant and delicate dance, was a telltale sign that you were still immersed in the radiant bubble of your honeymoon phase. Each shared glance, every fleeting touch, seemed imbued with an ineffable sweetness that colored the world with a softer hue.

In these tender moments, such as folding each other’s clothes, the act felt imbued with a quiet sanctity. What might seem like mundane tasks in the eyes of the world were transformed into sacred rituals between you. Each folded garment was more than just fabric; it was a silent promise, a whispered vow of a future enriched with even more tenderness and intimacy. The simplicity of these acts became a testament to the budding depth of your connection, a gentle assurance that these early days were but the beginning of a beautifully unfolding story.

As you folded the final pair of Jeongin's socks, the rhythmic motion of your hands was accompanied by a contented sigh. Leaning against the table, you turned to face him, your gaze meeting his with an unspoken connection. Moments later, he completed the task of hanging the last of your tops onto a hanger—a humble relic from your own home—his movements graceful and deliberate.

He turned to you, his face illuminated by the same dimpled smile that had captured your heart so effortlessly. “I think this means we’re done cleaning,” you said, a note of cheerful satisfaction in your voice. Jeongin's nod of agreement mirrored your own contentment, his eyes twinkling with shared joy. “How about we watch a movie now? I could make us some popcorn,” you suggested, your voice carrying a hopeful lilt.

As you spoke, you couldn’t help but notice the dreamy expression on his face. It was as though he were enchanted by the sight of you, his gaze filled with a deep, almost reverent adoration. Despite his usual aversion to physical contact, Jeongin’s arms, strong and reassuring, encircled you with a surprising tenderness. The embrace was warm and enveloping, your arms gently pinned between your bodies. Laughter bubbled up, filling the cozy confines of the laundry room with a light, melodious sound.

He looked down at you, his eyes shimmering with an affectionate gleam, his smile broad and adorably sincere. In that moment, you felt yourself melting into the safety of his embrace, a profound sense of belonging washing over you. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and joy.

The world around you seemed to dissolve into a serene stillness, each moment stretching languorously as you lost yourself in the profound warmth of his eyes. Their depths seemed to draw you in, a captivating ocean of affection and sincerity. Your fingers, almost unconsciously, traced the delicate chain resting against his chest, their movements a gentle counterpoint to the intensity of his gaze.

In the midst of this tranquil exchange, you were not the least bit surprised when his soft, tender lips met yours in a kiss that was both gentle and deeply heartfelt. The touch was a whisper of warmth and intimacy, a silent promise that spoke volumes. You returned his kiss with equal fervor, your lips melding with his in a dance of shared emotion.

Despite the familiarity of the gesture, the effect on you was anything but ordinary. Your heart, ever so responsive, performed an elegant pirouette within your chest, fluttering with a rhythm that felt both exhilarating and soothing. It was as though each kiss with Jeongin carried a unique magic, a spellbinding effect that rendered each encounter as thrilling as the first. His presence seemed to ignite a vibrant, ineffable energy within you, making even the simplest of moments feel profoundly significant.

As the kiss deepened, its tender embrace seemed to hold time in suspension. Yet, the tranquility of the moment was abruptly interrupted by a voice that sliced through the intimacy like a sudden breeze. "Oh, well I guess not," Seungmin mumbled to himself, his voice laced with bemused resignation as he turned to make his exit.

Before Seungmin could disappear from view, Jeongin’s voice rang out, a note of curiosity threading through his words. “Hey! You guess not what?” Seungmin’s head poked back into the laundry room, his face a mask of nonchalance. He offered a brief, impassive nod in your direction as a greeting, his eyes flickering between you and Jeongin. 

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to go out to eat," Seungmin explained, his tone casual yet inviting. "Channie told me you'd be here. If Y/N wants to join, it’s on me." The offer was accompanied by a small, friendly smile, a gesture of genuine camaraderie.

You returned his smile, your eyes drifting up to meet Jeongin’s as you awaited his response. The two of you exchanged a glance, a silent dialogue unfolding in the brief, wordless moments. Jeongin’s eyes held a spark of consideration, his gaze reflecting the warmth of shared understanding. After a heartbeat of contemplation, he turned back to Seungmin with a decisive nod. "Yeah, we’ll go."

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hiii it’s been forever since we’ve spoken!! how have you been? life treating you good?

i have a lil request for you that may or may not be really really sad. i was thinking of hyunjin or maybe even lee know but it’s really up to you!

what kind of single father would he be? how does he deal with the death of y/n along with having a newborn/s to care for?

idk i just thought it would be interesting to see what your thoughts on it would be tbh

hope you’re doing well! ilysm!

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Whoops! Hey! I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this, I've been a bit behind on requests but here you go! This was absolutely devastating to write, but I loved every second of it. Anyone who's read my works will know that I'm a slut for angst. Also, I know technically you asked for either Hyunjin or Lee Know but I got inspired by all of the members so I made it into an OT8 thing, hope that's okay!

Life for me has been okay-ish, honestly. I'm not sure if I've already mentioned this to you before but I recently broke up with my ex since it became kinda toxic so that was something that I needed to digest. I'm doing very well now, though! Becoming single again has never felt like such a relief, it's harsh, but it's honestly the truth.

Anyway! How are you? Life doing okay for you?

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