โ๏ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ( Stray Kids )
โ๏ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ( stray kids )
โ As you and Jeongin engage in an intense and synchronized exploration of your desires, the pleasure between you reaches a crescendo. Your intimate connection is solidified with tender expressions of love and a deep, satisfying closeness that comes with trying new things.
๐ฒ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง + female reader เณฏ ( ๐จ๐ง๐-๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ )
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๊ฐ ๐ ๊ฑ ใ This piece was requested a little bit ago by a lovely Anon! Pegging is seriously one of my favorite kinks, so I absolutely loved writing this. Anyway, requests are currently open! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! โโ ( ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฒ )
๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: MDNI, smut, romantic sex, Jeongin is very needy, Reader pegs Jeongin for the first time, let me know if I missed anything!
( ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ) ( ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ & ๐๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ) ( ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ )
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As you step back into your apartment, the lingering dampness of the rain clings to your clothes, a reminder of the photography date that was abruptly cut short. The sky outside is still a sullen gray, with dark clouds hanging low and heavy, casting a muted light through the windows. Jeongin, ever the gentle soul, immediately notices the subtle shift in your mood from the day's disappointment. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, are now tender and reassuring as he guides you towards the balcony.
On the balcony, the rain has softened to a light drizzle, creating a soothing rhythm as it taps against the railing and the potted plants. The air is cool and crisp, and you can almost taste the freshness that follows a storm. Jeongin sets down the mugs of hot coffee on the small table between you two, the rich aroma mingling with the earthy scent of the rain. He hands you one of the mugs, his fingers brushing yours in a gesture that feels both intimate and comforting.ย
As you both sit down, the warmth of the coffee seeps into your hands, a stark contrast to the chill that has seeped into your bones from the rain. The balcony, usually a space for casual chatter and laughter, now feels like a sanctuary. The overcast sky and the soft patter of the rain create a serene backdrop that mirrors your moodโa gentle melancholy mingled with an undercurrent of contentment.
Jeongin, always perceptive to your unspoken emotions, leans in close, his presence a quiet assurance. He doesn't speak much, choosing instead to let the silence and the ambiance of the rainy day do the talking. As you sip your coffee, the warmth spreads through you, and you find solace in the shared silence. The rain, though initially a disappointment, now feels like a balm, softening the edges of the dayโs abrupt end.ย
In this intimate moment, the world outside seems distant, and the two of you are cocooned in a space of your own creation. The clouds may obscure the sun, but they also seem to wrap around you in a protective embrace. With Jeongin by your side, the rain transforms from a symbol of thwarted plans into a beautiful, calming backdrop for a quiet, shared moment. The heavy clouds and the rhythmic rain become a metaphor for the depth of your relationshipโunpredictable yet always grounding, filled with moments of both storm and calm.
Eventually, as the rain continues its gentle descent, you and Jeongin decide to move from the balcony into the warmth of your living room. The transition from the cool, rain-kissed air to the cozy interior feels like slipping into a soft embrace. The living room is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the lamps, casting a soothing light that contrasts with the gray gloom outside.
You both settle onto the couch, the anticipation of a movie adding a layer of comfort to the evening. However, as the film starts, it quickly becomes clear that the attraction between you both is far more immediate than the plot on screen. What begins as a casual cuddle soon intensifies into a heated embrace. Jeonginโs lips find yours with a fervor that takes you by surprise, each kiss more urgent than the last. His hands roam with a possessive tenderness, and before long, heโs straddling you, his body pressed closely against yours.
The shift is sudden, and the energy between you becomes charged with a raw, desperate need. Jeonginโs movements are intense, grinding against your thighs with a fervent passion that leaves you breathless. His actions are both urgent and needy, a reflection of the deep connection you share. As he continues, you canโt help but tease him lightly, commenting on his evident neediness. His response is a mixture of playful defiance and arousal, his eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity.
Though this moment feels new and electrifying, itโs not entirely uncharted territory. Youโve both discussed exploring this kind of physical intimacy before, though life and circumstances had always pushed those plans to the background. Tonight, however, the rain and the quiet intimacy of your home create a perfect setting for finally acting on those conversations. The anticipation of a movie has transformed into an evening of unrestrained passion, as the barriers between you dissolve in the shared space of your living room.
In this space, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable magnetism of the moment. The air is thick with desire, the once-anticipated movie forgotten in favor of the intensity of the now. This spontaneous, intimate exchange becomes a new chapter in your shared experiences, a testament to the evolving depth of your relationship and the spontaneity that continues to define your time together.
As the intensity between you and Jeongin reaches a fever pitch, you feel his desperation mounting, each touch and kiss conveying an urgent need. With a deep breath, you gently push him off your lap, your hands moving with a deliberate softness. You guide him by the hand, leading him towards your bedroom with a sense of both excitement and anticipation. The transition from the living room to the more private space of your bedroom feels almost ceremonial, a shift from playful heat to an intimate, focused connection.
Once inside the bedroom, the atmosphere shifts to one of quiet intimacy. The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow that highlights the contours of the space and adds to the anticipation of the moment. You turn to Jeongin with a teasing smile, your eyes reflecting a blend of affection and playful command. โBe a good boy for me,โ you instruct, your voice low and encouraging. The request carries a weight of familiarity and desire, as you watch him respond with a mix of eagerness and trust.
As he begins to undress, you move towards your dresser, your fingers deftly searching through the drawers. The task of retrieving your strap and lube feels almost secondary to the charged atmosphere that surrounds you both. Each movement is deliberate, filled with a sense of anticipation that heightens the intimacy of the moment. The hidden items, usually stowed away for another time, now come to light as part of the eveningโs unfolding plans.
The act of preparing for this new experience is both practical and deeply intimate. As you gather the items, you can feel the weight of the moment pressing in, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. The bedroom, once a simple space for rest, transforms into a stage for exploration and connection. The eveningโs transition from a casual night to an intensely personal experience is marked by your actions and the shared anticipation of whatโs to come.
The blend of intimacy and desire creates a palpable energy that fills the room, turning ordinary moments into a profound expression of your connection. In the dim light, surrounded by the personal touches of your bedroom, the eveningโs experiences become a meaningful part of your shared journey, weaving together passion, trust, and the promise of deeper exploration.
Your eyes remain locked on Jeonginโs naked form, a mixture of longing and admiration evident in your gaze. Each movement he makes as he climbs onto your bed is a visual feast, his muscles shifting and contracting with a natural grace that both excites and enthralls you. As he settles into position, legs spread in anticipation, the sight of him waiting for you heightens the intensity of the moment.
With a deliberate sense of urgency, you start undressing yourself, the process a blend of hurried motions and purposeful pauses. You can feel the heat of Jeonginโs eager gaze on you, his silent anticipation adding to the electric charge in the room. As you finally reach for the strap, you do so with an exaggerated slowness, savoring every moment of his impatient whines and quiet pleas. The meticulous way you put it on is a tease, each deliberate movement designed to prolong his yearning and amplify the tension between you.
The contrast between his growing impatience and your slow, methodical actions creates a palpable tension that fills the room. Every sound, every shift of his body as he waits, becomes a part of the unfolding scene, heightening the sense of intimacy and anticipation. The act of putting on the strap, though necessary, transforms into a sensual ritual, a deliberate play that draws out the moment and deepens the connection between you.
In this charged atmosphere, the anticipation and desire become almost tangible, weaving together in a dance of patience and longing. Your actions, while seemingly slow, are imbued with a sense of purpose and intensity, making every second count as you prepare for the shared experience that lies ahead. The bedroom, now a space of intense connection, holds the promise of deeper exploration as you both await the culmination of the eveningโs anticipation.
At last, with the strap secured and in place, you climb onto the bed, each movement charged with anticipation. You position yourself between Jeonginโs legs, the proximity amplifying the electric tension that hums between you. As you lean over him, your lips meet his in a fervent kiss, a dance of tongues and emotions as you both vie for dominance. The kiss is a blend of urgency and tenderness, each of you exploring and asserting your desire with equal fervor.
Just as the kiss reaches its peak, youโre caught off guard by a sudden shift in positions. In a swift, fluid motion, Jeongin rolls over you, his body pressing you into the mattress beneath him. The unexpected change in dynamics leaves you momentarily breathless, your back landing against the soft surface of the bed. Jeonginโs position is precarious, barely hovering over the strap, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement.
The transition is both exhilarating and disorienting, the quick shift adding an element of spontaneity to the moment. The bed beneath you feels like a grounding contrast to the heated exchange, the softness of the mattress absorbing the impact of the sudden movement. Jeonginโs barely restrained position over the strap adds a new layer of intensity, the contrast between his near-touch and your own heightened senses creating a palpable tension.
The surprise of the shift only deepens the connection between you, a shared sense of spontaneity and mutual desire driving the evening forward. The room, now filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and whispered words, becomes a stage for the unfolding intimacy. As you both adjust to the new position, the anticipation and excitement of the moment merge into a powerful, shared experience, each touch and movement heightening the intimacy of your connection.
As you watch Jeongin reach for the lube you had left on the edge of the bed, your heartbeat quickens with a rush of anticipation. The way he moves, purposeful yet tinged with a sense of urgency, only heightens the intensity of the moment. With a practiced ease, he sets the bottle by your head, his actions filled with a mixture of focus and desire.
Leaning in, he captures your lips in another desperate kiss, the urgency of his touch evident as he begins grinding against your thighs once more. The sensation is intensified, his need more palpable and urgent with each movement. The kiss is both fierce and intimate, a blend of passion and hunger that drives the connection between you both.
Your hands, eager and restless, explore each otherโs bodies with a fervor that feels almost frantic. Each touch is driven by a deep yearning, a desire to feel every inch of him in an impossibly swift manner. The heat of the moment makes each caress and touch feel electric, every movement filled with a sense of exploration and intimacy.
As your hands continue their journey, they eventually find themselves focused on massaging his butt, a gesture both affectionate and assertive. The touch is deliberate, a blend of tenderness and appreciation, as you take in the feel of his body beneath your fingers. The act of massaging him adds a new layer to the intimacy of the moment, grounding the passion in a physical connection that speaks volumes.
In this shared space, the energy between you intensifies, each touch and kiss weaving together to create a tapestry of desire and connection. The lube, now a silent witness to your unfolding interaction, sits beside you, ready to facilitate the next step in your intimate exploration. The bedroom becomes a realm of sensory experience, where every touch, kiss, and movement heightens the profound bond you share.
As the grinding continues, Jeonginโs moans become increasingly erratic, each sound a testament to the building intensity between you. His body moves with a desperate rhythm, driven by a need that matches your own. Your hands, guided by a mix of urgency and desire, find the bottle of lube once more. With a deft, practiced motion, you squirt a generous amount onto your fingers, the action done without breaking the kiss. The lubeโs coolness contrasts sharply with the heat of the moment, adding a new layer of sensation to your shared experience.
With your dry hand, you spread his cheeks, an intentional gesture that grants you better access. The movement is both assertive and tender, a blend of control and care that heightens the intimacy of the moment. As you explore the new angle, a moan escapes your lips, the sound a raw expression of the pleasure youโre feeling from his tightness. This moan is soon harmonized by Jeonginโs own loud and fervent sounds, each moan blending into the symphony of your shared desire.
The atmosphere around you is charged with palpable tension, the sounds of your combined pleasure filling the room and amplifying the connection between you. Every touch, every movement is a step further into a deeper intimacy, with the moans and sounds echoing the intensity of the moment. In this shared space, the boundaries between you both dissolve, leaving only the pure, unfiltered experience of your connection.
As your fingers delve deeper, exploring the contours of his insides, Jeonginโs grinding becomes more demanding, each movement a testament to his rising need. The room is filled with the sounds of your expert actions mingling with his escalating pleasure. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with the shared intensity of the moment.
Jeongin shifts from being draped over you to sitting up, his posture a dramatic contrast to the previous closeness. His head is thrown back, eyes closed tightly as he loses himself in the sensations. He sets his own pace and rhythm, guiding the intensity with a self-assuredness that only enhances the momentโs raw energy. His movements are confident, each shift and grind an expression of his pleasure and control.
You watch with a sense of deep fascination, captivated by this new side of Jeongin that youโve longed to witness. The sight of him so completely lost in his own pleasure, so responsive to your touch, is intoxicating. Despite him having the control and setting the pace, thereโs a subtle, exhilarating power that you experience through the act of making him fall apart with just your fingers. This dynamic shift, where his pleasure is so intricately tied to your actions, fills you with a profound sense of satisfaction.
You relish the moment deeply, savoring the intimate power you hold over his pleasure and the new layer of connection it reveals. This experience, both powerful and intimate, allows you to explore and enjoy a different facet of your relationship, enhancing the depth of your bond and fulfilling a longing youโve carried for some time.
You sit up slightly, positioning yourself just enough to wrap your hand around Jeonginโs throat. Your grip is firm but controlled, squeezing just enough to make him look directly at you. Your eyes, sparkling with a potent blend of desire and dominance, meet his with an intensity that makes him moan involuntarily. The sight of your unwavering gaze, filled with longing and command, sends a shiver through him.
As you pull your fingers out, a chuckle escapes you at his immediate complaints and whines. His body shifts restlessly, trying to keep you in place, the tension between your reactions creating a charged, almost playful atmosphere. However, his protests quickly cease when you gently guide him back over the strap, your touch both assertive and reassuring. You keep him there, the movement deliberate as you reach for the lube once more.
With practiced ease, you squirt a generous amount of lube onto your hands, the cool, slick substance contrasting with the heat of the moment. You spread the lube over the length of your strap, the motion smooth and purposeful. As you look up at Jeongin, your gaze is met with a sight that nearly drives you to the brink of madnessโhis eyes, dazed and full of need, reflecting an intense mix of vulnerability and desire.
The sight of his expression, so completely consumed by longing, heightens your own arousal and desire. Itโs a potent reminder of the connection you share and the depth of the moment. The intimate power you wield, coupled with his visible need, creates a dynamic that is both exhilarating and profoundly satisfying. The balance of control and surrender, reflected in his dazed eyes, becomes the focal point of the evening, deepening the intensity of your shared experience.
Jeongin, guided by instinct and desire, doesnโt need any further prompting. With a confident yet eager movement, he places a hand on your bare chest, gently but firmly pushing you back against the mattress. The action is both commanding and intimate, a physical assertion of his desire. As he shifts, he emits a loud whine, the new sensation of the strap replacing your fingers creating a rush of pleasure and surprise.
He pauses briefly, settling fully onto your lap, giving himself a moment to adjust to the new sensation. His movements are deliberate, a blend of anticipation and need as he begins his anticipated bounces of pleasure. The room is soon filled with the almost explicit sounds of his pleasureโthe slick, rhythmic noises of his movements, each one a testament to his pursuit of satisfaction.
You watch, completely enthralled by the sight before you. Every sound and motion from Jeongin heightens your own arousal, making the scene an intoxicating display of raw, unfiltered desire. Your hands instinctively reach for his leaking length, your fingers wrapping around it with a firm yet gentle grip. As you stroke him in sync with his movements, the pleasure he experiences intensifies, his moans becoming louder and more fervent. The synchronized rhythm of your touch and his movements amplifies the pleasure for both of you, creating a powerful and immersive experience.
The dynamic of the momentโhis pleasure, your touch, the sounds filling the roomโcreates a vivid, exhilarating tapestry of connection and desire. The intensity of the scene, driven by your mutual need and responsiveness, weaves together a deeply satisfying experience that leaves you both captivated and deeply entwined in the moment.
Unsurprisingly, Jeonginโs moans reach higher pitches as the pressure in his abdomen builds, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic. The intensity of his pleasure is palpable, a mix of rising urgency and need. Observing his struggle, you decide to assist him by moving your own hips in a matching rhythm, syncing with the speed he initially set. The adjustment brings a renewed sense of harmony to your movements, amplifying the pleasure for both of you.
Your free arm wraps around him, drawing him closer as he drapes himself over you once more. He buries his face in your neck, seeking comfort and connection in the closeness. His entire body tenses, each groan guttural and full of raw emotion. The intense moment crescendos, and he relaxes almost instantly when your movements slow to a stop. The room is then filled with the sound of your combined panting, a testament to the exertion and ecstasy youโve both experienced.
As the intensity fades, Jeongin rolls to the side, a thin layer of sweat clinging to both of your skins. You turn to face him, your wide smile reflecting the deep satisfaction and affection you feel. He meets your gaze with a loving expression, his eyes softening as he whispers, โI love you so fucking much.โ The words, though simple, carry a profound depth of emotion, resonating with the closeness and connection youโve shared in the moment. The exchange solidifies the bond between you, marking the culmination of a deeply intimate and emotionally charged experience.
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heyheyheyhey green! how are you? howโs summer going?
i noticed you havenโt been very active recently and i just wanted to know if youโre doing okay
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Hi ๐ฆจ!
Sorry I havenโt been so active, Iโm going through a miserable case of writerโs block :( Iโm trying to write a little bit every day anyway so that I donโt just completely abandon all my projects but itโs been very rough.
On a more positive note, Iโve recently joined the P1Harmony fandom so I added that to the list of groups Iโm willing to write about so hopefully writing about something other than SKZ will help with my creativity!
Anyway, my summer has been spent on YouTube for the most part lol BUT I just went to Pride for the first time last weekend which was pretty fun! Walked in in true queer fashion: arguing with my ex girlfriend ๐
How are you? Howโs your summer going?
โโโ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ( enhypen )
โ In which youโre the idol who somehow snatched the members of Enhypenโs heart at first sight.
๐๐ง๐ก๐ฒ๐ฉ๐๐ง + gender neutral reader เณฏ ( ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ) 8.8k
๊ฐ ๐ ๊ฑ ใ Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! All of the members are found below the cut! Enjoy! โโ ( ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฒ )
๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: Love at first sight trope, Idol Y/N AU, inconsistent POV, whether Y/N is a solo artist or a member of a group varies from member to member, lots of mentions of being stressed with work, Y/N in Jakeโs piece has some negative opinions on the HYBE company (which doesnโt reflect my own personal opinions), Y/N and Sunghoon are drunk together but itโs all pretty mild, meet-cutes for all members except for Jake โ his is more of a one-sided enemies-to-lovers trope, let me know if I missed anything!
( ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ) ( ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ & ๐๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ) ( ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ) ( ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ )
์ดํฌ์น โโ LEE HEESEUNG.
An exhausted sigh brushed past Heeseung's lips as he trudged into the empty elevator of his company building. With his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, he leaned heavily against the cold, metallic railing at the back of the enclosed space. The hum of the elevator's ascent seemed to echo his own weary thoughts, a turbulent mix of pride and anxiety swirling in his mind. Images of the countless posters featuring his face, alongside those of his members, plastered all over town flashed before his eyes. Despite the pride he felt in the fanbase Enhypen had garnered since their debut, a gnawing fear tugged at his heart โ a fear that after all the sacrifices made for this new comeback, it might still fall short of expectations.
Lost in his own tumultuous sea of thoughts, Heeseung was jolted back to reality by the sudden chime of the elevator, signaling its stop. The sound snapped him from his reverie, and as the doors opened, he stumbled out onto the wrong floor, colliding gently with someone exiting the opposite way. His face flushed with embarrassment as he muttered a hasty apology, realizing he had disembarked prematurely. Flustered, he shoved his arm between the closing doors to force them open again, avoiding eye contact with the stranger who had witnessed his blunder. The mortification deepened as he heard the soft, amused chuckle from the person heโd bumped into.
In the brief moment of awkward silence that followed, your melodic voice broke through, catching Heeseungโs attention. โArenโt you one of the members of Enhypen? Heeseung, right?โ
His gaze, which had been fixed on the floor in embarrassment, hesitantly lifted to meet your bright eyes. The connection felt electric, as if a spotlight had suddenly focused on you, illuminating the exquisite details of your face. Heeseung was struck by an overwhelming sense of awe, his heart racing as he tried to gather his thoughts. Unfortunately, his voice seemed to have abandoned him completely, leaving him with no words other than a timid nod.
The smile that graced your lips was like a burst of sunshine, sending Heeseungโs heart into a whirl. Your eyes sparkled with genuine excitement, and he could almost feel the warmth of your enthusiasm radiating towards him. It was a small yet endearing display of your excitement that tugged at his heartstrings.
โI honestly canโt believe Iโm meeting you,โ you said, your voice bubbling with unfiltered joy. โIโve already listened to every song on your new album, Romance: Untold, and itโs truly amazing. My favorite is definitely โMoonstruckโ โ Iโve had it on repeat so much that it might be considered a bit of an obsession.โ
Heeseung managed to curl the corners of his lips into a shy grin, chuckling softly at the sight of your unrestrained praise. Though his mind was still blank and his ability to articulate a response seemed impaired, the sight of you raving about his work was heartening. You didnโt seem to mind, as you turned your attention back to the slowly descending elevator, which gave Heeseung a clear view of your slightly flushed cheeks.
Suddenly, a realization seemed to hit you, causing your eyes to widen in a mixture of panic and embarrassment. โOh no, I hope you donโt think Iโm just a weird fan who snuck in here! Iโm actually one of the members of a new group that debuted a few months ago. Iโm the eldest member, actually. Um, Iโm Y/N.โ Your once bold and outgoing demeanor gave way to a nervous, stammering apology as you quickly rattled off your introduction. Heeseung couldnโt help but chuckle softly, the sight of your flustered state easing his own tension.
As if sensing your discomfort, the elevator doors slid open with a familiar chime, allowing you to bow hurriedly before slipping out of the confined space. Heeseung, feeling a sudden surge of determination, followed you into the lobby. His hand reached out, gently grabbing your wrist and bringing you to a stop. The startled look on your face, accompanied by your crimson cheeks, made Heeseungโs heart race. The way your eyes gleamed with curiosity and surprise left him breathless, and he felt a rush of courage to keep you from walking away.
โI โ I really appreciate you enjoying our album,โ he blurted out, his voice trembling slightly. His eyes darted around, searching for the right words to extend the fleeting moment. โIโll admit that I havenโt heard your music yet, but... um, if youโre free now, maybe we could grab a coffee? Iโd love to hear more about your group and listen to your stuff.โ
The transformation in your expression was instantaneous. The soft gasp that escaped your lips, combined with your shy nod of agreement, filled Heeseung with an exhilarating sense of relief and excitement. If the thread of his life had been cut at that moment, he would have died the happiest man on earth. Your smile, so bright and genuine, breathed new life into his day, turning a simple encounter into something extraordinary.
๋ฐ์ข ์ฑ โโ PARK JONGSEONG.
As the award show neared its conclusion, the atmosphere of genuine enjoyment gradually gave way to a palpable restlessness. Idols, exhausted from hours of watching performances and listening to repetitive acceptance speeches, were eager to leave.
Jay, seated among the sea of idols, found himself particularly conscious of the numerous cameras stationed around the venue. Each lens seemed to capture his every movement, broadcasting it to the fans watching from the comfort of their homes. Normally, he was accustomed to this constant scrutiny, but tonight felt different. The hours seemed to stretch interminably, and he watched as a parade of performers and winners he barely recognized took the stage.
His body ached from the relentless dance and vocal rehearsals leading up to their next comeback, the dull pain in his muscles a constant reminder of his exhaustion. Despite his best efforts to maintain a stoic expression for the sake of Engenes, Jay felt the strain, his neck twinging painfully with every attempt to relieve it.
The host, a familiar figure in a sharp suit, made his way to the center of the stage for the final time. Adjusting his tie with a practiced charm, he flashed a bright grin that could be seen even from the back rows. Jay barely registered the words as the emcee began his closing speech, his mind focused on the discomfort in his neck.
โWhat a night, what a night,โ the host began, his voice tinged with rehearsed sentiment. โI can comfortably say that this will be an unforgettable evening for many โ myself included.โ
He paused, glancing around the audience with a knowing smile. โI know Iโm supposed to end the night with a heartfelt speech, but we have one final surprise that Iโm sure youโll all enjoy โ a special performance.โ
Confusion rippled through the audience as murmurs filled the room. Jay furrowed his brows, intrigued yet weary.
โAs you all know, there is a nationally beloved solo artist who has been on hiatus for seven months.โ The anticipation in the room grew palpable. โYes, you know exactly who Iโm talking about! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back our one and only โ Y/N!โ
The moment you stepped onto the stage, the audience erupted in applause and cheers. Your emotional grin barely concealed the tears threatening to spill from the overwhelming support. For Jay, the world seemed to collapse in on itself, leaving only the ethereal vision of you. The simple act of walking and smiling was enough to leave him breathless.
As you took your place at the center of the stage, the music began, and the cheers gradually quieted. Every discomfort Jay had felt moments ago vanished as he watched you raise the microphone to your lips, your eyes turning into crescent moons with your unwavering smile.
Your voice was enchanting, filling every corner of the stadium and striking the hearts of everyone present with its raw emotion. Jay was no exception. He was captivated by the intensity and beauty of your performance, feeling every note resonate deeply within him. As the final gentle notes faded, tears you had held back began to roll down your cheeks, ruining your makeup but enhancing your vulnerability.
The audience's applause was deafening, a testament to their love and admiration. Despite the chaos, your heart swelled with gratitude at the sight of so many people celebrating your return.
The award show faded into a distant memory as you found yourself surrounded by people offering heartfelt praise and excitement. Your cheeks ached from smiling, but the bliss of the moment was worth every second. Faces blurred together as you moved from one conversation to the next, each interaction a reminder of how much you were loved and missed.
Throughout it all, Jay watched you from a distance, his group members having long since left. He desperately wanted to approach you but felt intimidated by the constant stream of admirers. Eventually, he resigned himself to the idea that he might not get the chance to express how profoundly your performance had affected him. With a heavy heart, he signaled to his bodyguard that he was ready to leave.
Outside the stadium, the noise of the city offered a reprieve from the weight of his celebrity persona. Jay enjoyed the simple act of watching cars pass by, lost in thought. He didnโt notice you until you sighed contentedly and took the empty spot beside him.
โPretty night,โ you said softly, your voice tender and soothing. Jay turned to you, stunned into silence by your presence. The fluttering in his stomach intensified.
In an effort to compose himself, he looked back at the road. โYou must be tired,โ he said, trying to sound casual. โAfter so long away from the spotlight, I mean.โ
You giggled, a sound that squeezed his heart. โBlissfully drained.โ
Jay chuckled, stealing a quick glance at you before returning his gaze forward. The comfortable silence between you was enough, each moment charged with unspoken emotions.
โYou know,โ you began, โI watched your performance from the dressing room. I really enjoyed it.โ
The blush that crept up Jayโs ears was immediate, followed by a shy smile. Your compliment left him feeling both flustered and elated. You turned away slightly, your own cheeks flushed.
Before Jay could respond, a black Cadillac pulled up in front of him, signaling it was time to leave. Panic set in as he realized he hadnโt said everything he wanted to. You, however, seemed unfazed, your confident smirk never wavering.
โMay our paths cross once more,โ you said with a warm smile, taking a step back and waving.
Jay watched you disappear into the night, your words echoing in his mind. He hoped fervently that this wouldn't be the last time he saw you.
์ฌ์ฌ์ค โโ SIM JAEYUN.
Amidst the cacophony of angry voices clashing like a storm, your blood boiled at the pure entitlement of the people standing before you. You'd barely managed to set your bag down on the leather couch of the recording studio you had waited weeks to finally use when the door burst open, revealing the breathless mess of a manager responsible for some boy group you couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge. He claimed that there had been an error in the schedule for the room, that it was supposedly meant to be occupied by his groupโnever mind the fact that your name had been very clearly stated in the timesheet for weeks.
The sour taste on your tongue intensified as soon as you noticed a group of six boys hesitantly approaching the tense situation, led by a younger-looking boy with almost cartoonishly big doe eyes. His brows furrowed as he tried to decipher the not-so-clean words being exchanged between both teams. Letting your own manager handle the mess, you remained seated on the couch with your arms folded over your chest, hoping you'd be compensated for the reserved time you'd lost to this fiasco, though you were almost certain you wouldn't be.
Somehow maneuvering themselves around the strife, the newcomers entered the recording room, only to awkwardly stand before you as if expecting you to explain the situation. Despite your clear distaste, you let your hands fall limply onto your lap with a frustrated sigh.
"I reserved this room for today weeks ago," you said, the acidity in your tone unmistakable. None of the boys seemed too bothered by it as they continued to watch you intently. "Your manager, however, decided it would be a good idea to waste everyone's time by claiming there must have been some kind of oversight since apparently he also reserved this exact time for you guys."
"Uh, I think there might have really been a misunderstanding since we were also set to record here," Doe-Eyes responded quickly, glancing back towards his manager anxiously as if unsure of his own words. You couldn't help but scoff and roll your eyes.
Pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you didn't try to hide the incredulous shake of your head. Once you found the confirmation email youโd received upon booking the studio, you turned your screen so that all six boys could read. โUnless you also have an email similar to thisโ which, by the way, your manager has failed to show us instead of calling his bossโthen I donโt think thereโs really any room to call this a โmisunderstandingโ.โ
Almost immediately, Doe-Eyes pulled his own phone out of the pocket of his hoodie, hurriedly scrolling through it while taking a seat a little further down the same couch you'd been glued to for the past twenty minutes. The rest of the members didnโt seem to have anything else to say as they either pursed their lips awkwardly or whispered amongst themselves, their furrowed brows signaling their own concerns about what it would mean for them if you were to keep the studio. And although you were confident that you and your team had done everything right, you were barely able to suppress your own fear of being left high and dry. It wasnโt uncommon for solo artists such as yourself to have no other alternative than to fight tooth and nail for fair treatment in an industry with a clear preference for boy groups like the ones present at the momentโand the company you were currently working for was really no different, as evidenced by the infuriating stories shared by the painfully sparse number of solo artists youโd met in this very building.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Doe-Eyes whipped his head around as though looking for someone. โWhereโs Jake?โ
The other members uselessly copied their friendโs action, shrugging silently. โI think he was talking with his mom on the phone when we left, but he said he wouldnโt be too long.โ
Almost as if the act of voicing his name could summon him, a very disheveled seventh boy skidded to a halt behind the ongoing commotion taking place right outside the studio. His eyes widened in bewilderment as he processed the admittedly rare scene unfolding before him. His attention quickly shifted to the group of idols crowding the already confined space as one of the members waved at him to join them, a silent command that didnโt need to be repeated as he squeezed his way inside. Once he made it past the door, he hunched over breathlessly, a string of gibberish pouring out of his mouth as he tried to explain his tardinessโnot a single word of it being even remotely comprehensible to you.
Ultimately, the boyโs excuses didnโt matter as everyoneโs attention was drawn to the familiar authoritative figure who finally made his appearance (as requested by the boysโ manager) to solve the ridiculous dilemma, the typical severe expression etched onto his face. You tried to brush aside your rising anxiety to no avail, your leg subconsciously bouncing up and down.
While your mind raced with worst-case scenarios, Jakeโthe boy whoโd just arrivedโfound himself stilled by the mere sight of you. Encircled by a heavenly bubble that seemed to drown out his surroundings, he found himself captivated by the worry tainting what he was positive would otherwise be the most heart-mangling pair of eyes heโd ever seen. Even with your entire essence emanating a mixture of irritation and anxiety, Jake was sure his eyes would never find anything or anyone that could compare to the profoundness of your beauty. He almost questioned if you were real, or if he had lost his sanity to a sweet hallucination, though he quickly pushed the idea out of his mind for fear of losing sight of you.
โHi.โ It was all that Jake could muster, hoping his heart wouldnโt suddenly stop when your weary eyes landed on him. โI donโt think Iโve seen you around here before.โ
Several conflicting emotions passed through your face as you tried to make sense of the unexpected contrast between the serious situation and his dazed expression. In the end, all you could do was scoff nastily at his lack of ability to read the room, a reaction that still made Jake feel as though he could levitate since your simple acknowledgment of his existence was enough for him to obsess over for the rest of his lifetime.
The sight of the newcomer was almost ridiculous as you shifted in your seat almost uncomfortably, unable to understand what could possibly be going through his mind.
โOkay, letโs do this.โ The authoritarian voice of your superior was enough to drag your attention away from the oddity of this boy. โSince Enhypenโs comeback is set at a sooner date, I suggest Y/N allow them to use the room first. Iโll be sure to postpone the reservations of the people meant to come here today or tomorrow. That is my final say on the matter.โ
He raised his hand in a stern manner the moment he noticed you quickly jumping to your feet to argue, immediately shutting you up as your lips curled into a disgruntled snarl. Even though a part of you had predicted this outcome, you still couldnโt believe it as your eyes found the familiar pair belonging to your exhausted manager.
Since it was clear that you and your team had no other option but to pack up what little had been set up before this whole fiasco began, you begrudgingly snatched your bag to sling over your shoulderโthough not before scowling in the boysโ direction, causing them to wince back. Except for Jake, who annoyingly remained in his spot, smiling stupidly at you.
Hours after being kicked out of your own appointment, you found yourself sitting alone under the shade of a large tree at a nearby park. Bitterness still possessed your heart despite coming here to calm yourself in the comforting alternative universe that only seemed to exist in this very spot, usually waiting for your return whenever life took a rough turn. Every other time, the gentle kisses of the wind against your skin, the delicious warmth that dwelled just under the surface of the ground, or the simple serenity that washed over your troubled mind as you listened to the natural melody of small animals and children playing would immediately comfort you. However, your little piece of paradise did not spare any mercy for you today. The chilly wind nipped at your reddened cheeks and nose, the ground beneath you was still moist from the light rain of the previous day, and all you could hear were the exhaustive sounds of distant traffic and the robotic voices of business people on their phones. Your little piece of paradise, your alternative universe hidden in plain sight, had become distressingly bleak.
You were just about to abandon your spot, the disappointment becoming overwhelming to the point of blurring your vision with unshed tears, when the sound of cautious footsteps from behind alerted you. Breath catching in your throat at the thought of what could possibly happen, you hoped whoever was approaching would just walk past and prove you to be foolishly paranoid.
โYou hide well, Y/N.โ
The sinister words unmistakably belonging to a man hung in the air, making you consider breaking into a runโor perhaps attempting to kick him in the knees to temporarily incapacitate him and give you more time to escape. A million thoughts stormed through your head as your heartbeat picked up.
โIโm sorry about what happened with the studio.โ The specificity of the manโs apology made you pause. You noted that he had stopped moving, evidently standing just a foot or two away from you. Still, you couldnโt bring yourself to turn around. โAfter you and your team left, I was finally told what went down, and I felt guilty. Obviously, you have every right to be upset considering your name was the only one that appeared to be scheduled.โ
Only a moment passed before the owner of the mysterious voice stood before you, sporting a shy smile while holding a brown paper bag close to his chest. It was the boy who had arrived late to the recording session, the one with the dazed look in his eyes โ the same one still present as he looked down at your sitting figure. His presence reignited the smoldering anger youโd managed to suppress over the past few hours. You didn't bother holding back the immediate glare directed at him, a glare that would have made anyone else shrink back. But he seemed unfazed, his smile only growing into a full, boyish grin that vaguely reminded you of a Golden Retriever, with an infectious warmth that was hard to ignore.
He stood there, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the bag crinkling slightly in his grip. His tousled hair caught the last rays of the setting sun, creating a halo effect around his head that softened his features. Despite your irritation, you couldn't help but notice the genuine innocence in his eyes, as if he truly had no intention of causing any harm โ deep down, you were well aware that your anger was misdirected, though your pride didnโt let you back down.
โAnyway, I'm really sorry about earlier," he repeated, his voice gentle and sincere. "I know things got messed up, and it wasnโt fair to you."
The softness of his tone momentarily disarmed you, but you quickly remembered the frustration of being pushed aside. You folded your arms across your chest, maintaining your steely gaze. "It's not your fault, but that doesn't make it any less infuriating," you replied curtly, though a part of you felt a pang of guilt for being so harsh.
He nodded, understanding. "I get that. I really do. That's why I wanted to apologize properly." He held out the bag towards you, his eyes pleading for you to accept his peace offering.
You hesitated, your curiosity piqued despite yourself. Slowly, you reached for the bag, feeling the crinkle of the paper beneath your fingers. Peeking inside, you were met with a colorful assortment of convenience store sweets and chips. The sight was so unexpected that it momentarily broke through your anger, leaving you both surprised and amused.
โHold on, what is this?โ you asked, incredulous, pulling out a pack of sour candies and a bag of your favorite potato chips.
He lifted a shoulder into a half shrug, the motion causing his tousled hair to fall slightly over his forehead. A dark blush tinted the tips of his ears, standing out starkly against his pale skin. โI wasnโt really sure what you might like, so I got everything.โ
You couldn't help but let out a disbelieving chuckle. The gesture was absurdly extravagant, almost comical, but undeniably thoughtful. Your gaze shifted from the bag to his face, taking in the earnestness in his eyes. The softness of his brown eyes, filled with a mix of anxiety and hope, caught you off guard. Despite the frustration and anger still simmering within you, the sincerity of his actions tugged at your heartstrings.
The gesture was ridiculous, you decided. But as your eyes finally locked with the softness of his brown ones, you couldnโt seem to ignore the swelling in your chest. The warmth of his gaze, combined with the blush that refused to leave his ears, chipped away at your resolve. A smile forced its way onto your lips despite your desire to maintain the angry mask.
โWell, I guess itโs a start,โ you conceded, the corners of your mouth curling up despite your best efforts to remain stern.
He exhaled a breath you hadnโt realized he was holding, relief washing over his features. โIโm really sorry about today. It wasnโt fair to you, and I wanted to make it right, even if just a little.โ
You sighed, feeling some of the tension leave your shoulders. โItโs not your fault. Itโs just... this industry, you know?โ
He nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. โYeah, I get it. It can be tough. But hey, at least youโve got some snacks now.โ
You couldnโt help but laugh at that, the sound lightening the oppressive atmosphere that had settled around you. โTrue. Thanks for that.โ
He grinned, the boyish smile returning and making him look even more endearing as he took a seat in front of you. โAnytime.โ
As the two of you continued to talk, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the park. The earlier tension seemed to dissipate, replaced by a tentative camaraderie that hinted at the possibility of something more. For the first time that day, you felt a glimmer of hope that things might just turn out okay.
๋ฐ์ฑํ โโ PARK SUNGHOON.
Under the soft glow of city lights and the gentle hum of midnight traffic, Sunghoon stood apprehensively at the entrance of a seemingly lavish apartment complex. The crumpled invitation from Jake was like a heavy weight in his pocket. An internal turmoil raged within him โ whether to keep his promise to his friend and attend the gathering or to retreat to the comforting solitude of his bedroom. The flurry of potential outcomes made his head spin, leaving him frozen in place. He couldnโt help but notice the curious glances from the woman behind the front desk, her occasional head tilt suggesting she was trying to figure out what he was doing there, even as she returned her focus to her laptop.
Social gatherings had stopped being Sunghoonโs forte somewhere along the transition from his teenage years to his recent adulthood. Normally, he would have turned down Jakeโs invitation without a second thought. But his motherโs worried voice echoed in his mind from their recent phone call, her concern palpable. โYou used to have me worried sick every single night when you would go out to all these parties, and now you have me worried sick every night you tell me youโd rather isolate yourself in your room, love.โ
Taking a deep breath, Sunghoon willed himself to move forward. The memory of his motherโs concern pushed him to break free from his self-imposed isolation. He finally pressed the buzzer, his heart racing. When the door clicked open, he stepped inside, feeling the unexpected warmth of the building wrap around him in a soothing manner. He sent Jake a quick text, letting him know he would be up in a minute or two.
The elevator ride to the top floor felt interminable, each second stretching out with mounting anxiety. When the doors slid open, he was met with Jakeโs bright smile and slightly unfocused eyes. โYou made it!โ Jake exclaimed, pulling him into a quick hug. Sunghoon managed a smile, the familiar comfort of his currently tipsy friend easing some of his nerves.
As they walked down the corridor towards your apartment, Jakeโs enthusiastic chatter filled the air. He rattled on about everyone whoโd made it, the music, the food, and all the games heโd missed. Sunghoon tried to absorb some of his friendโs excitement, though part of him still longed to retreat to the safety of his room. The door to your apartment was slightly ajar, and lively music and intoxicated laughter spilled out into the hallway.
Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, with a soft, ambient glow from various lamps and candles. Sunghoon scanned the room, taking in the mix of vaguely familiar and unfamiliar faces. He was pleased to find only a small group present, just as Jake had promised. His eyes finally landed on you, who effortlessly commanded the roomโs attention with a level of self-assurance Sunghoon could only yearn to achieve. As if sensing his eyes, you glanced in his direction, finally taking notice of their arrival before making your way over, a welcoming smile on your face that had Sunghoonโs stomach performing pirouettes.
โJake, youโre back!โ You cheered tipsily before focusing on the visibly anxious new guest, bowing as a polite greeting โ an action immediately returned. โIs this the friend you told me about? Park Sunghoon?โ
The way Sunghoonโs name rolled off your tongue with such sweetness had him reeling. Jake responded for him with an animated nod, slinging his arm around his friendโs shoulder despite being shorter.
โIโm very happy you were able to make it, Sunghoon!โ You giggled lightly โ a heavenly melody that tugged at Sunghoonโs erratic heart. โPlease make yourself at home. Thereโs food and drinks over there,โ you added, gesturing to a table laden with various treats.
As the evening progressed, Sunghoon found himself slowly relaxing, the initial tension easing away. Although heโd made the conscious decision not to consume any alcohol so that he would still be able to bring Jake and himself back home safely, he joined in the laughter, engaged in conversations with other idols, and sampled some of the food. Despite his initial reluctance, Sunghoon was beginning to enjoy himself.
During a lull in the conversations, Sunghoon found himself standing alone on the balcony, looking out over the city lights. The cool night air was a welcome respite from the warmth inside, and he took a moment to breathe deeply, savoring the tranquility. However, his head was tormented by thoughts of you as he almost obsessively replayed a mental film heโd recorded of you throughout the night, capturing candid scenes of you leaning against the wall while talking to one of your guests, sipping your drink between bursts of laughter, engaging in an impromptu dance competition with Jake, and the times heโd catch you watching him from the opposite side of the room with an unreadable expression before looking away timidly. These were memories he hoped to hold close to his heart even if the two of you never crossed paths again after this night. He was so lost in thought that he didnโt hear you approach until you stood beside him.
โBeautiful, isnโt it?โ You spoke softly, eyes fixed on the glittering skyline. Sunghoon nodded, feeling an electrifying jolt rush through his veins at the unexpectedness of your company, followed by a strange sense of calm that soothed the fresh spike of his anxiety. The two of you stood in comfortable silence for a while โ you simply enjoying the view, and him almost hearing the soft whirring of his mental camera as it recorded the moment for him to save.
โIโm glad you came tonight,โ you eventually said, turning to face Sunghoon. There was something in your twinkling gaze that made Sunghoonโs heart skip a beat, an unspoken connection passing between you both.
โMe too,โ Sunghoon replied, surprised to realize he meant it. As the two of you continued to talk, an unexpected warmth blossomed in his chest, sensing the creation of an unbreakable red thread that linked you to him. It was both thrilling and terrifying. For the first time in a long while, Sunghoon felt as though he was exactly where he was meant to be.
As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves drifting away from the main party, your conversation deepening with each passing minute. You discovered shared interests and experiences, revealing parts of yourselves neither were usually eager to share with others. Sunghoon was captivated by the stories of your early days in the industry, the struggles and triumphs that mirrored his own journey.
There was a moment when the laughter died down, and the air between you seemed to crackle with unspoken words that neither of you was brave enough to voice out loud but both seemed to understand. Sunghoon looked into your eyes and felt a magnetic pull, an undeniable connection that made his heart race. He wondered if you felt it too, this strange and exhilarating sensation that was both new and familiar.
You broke the silence, voice soft and sincere. โYou know, Iโve been where you are now. The isolation, the doubtโฆit can be overwhelming. But sometimes reaching out, even if itโs just for a night, can make all the difference. So Iโm really glad youโre here tonight.โ
Sunghoon nodded, a lump forming in his throat. โI didnโt expect to feel this way tonight,โ he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled, a warm and understanding expression that made Sunghoonโs heart flutter. โNeither did I,โ you replied. โBut Iโm glad we both took the chance.โ
The city lights continued to sparkle below you both, a silent witness to the beginning of something new. As the night drew to a close, Sunghoon knew that this had been more than just an ordinary gathering. It was the start of a bond that held the promise of something deeper, something that could change both of your lives forever.
๊น์ ์ฐ โโ KIM SEONWOO.
As the limousine pulled up to the grand entrance of the high-fashion show, Sunoo took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. Being a part of a rapidly rising KPOP group, he was accustomed to the spotlight, but attending this event alone felt different. The opulent venue buzzed with the energy of the fashion elite, cameras flashing and voices blending into a hum of anticipation.ย
Stepping out onto the red carpet, Sunoo was immediately enveloped by the dazzling lights and the flurry of activity. He straightened his impeccably tailored suit, aware of every eye on him. Yet, despite the familiar pressure, there was a unique thrill in the air tonight. As he prepared himself to move forward, his eyes were immediately drawn to a striking figure across from him โ another idol, unknown to him, yet governing everyoneโs attention with an effortless grace.
You strolled down the velvet red carpet, pausing every few steps to allow the photographers to capture the stunning design adorning your figure, which had been made especially for you. Your movements were fluid, each step exuding confidence and natural charm. As the ambassador for a rival brand, an impeccable aura of sophistication rolled off your skin with an ease that captivated Sunoo in an instant. The way the rays of the setting sun seemed to favor you, casting a perfect golden glow on your flawless features, made it impossible to look away.
Sunooโs trance was disrupted by the heavy hand of the security guard who had kindly opened the limousine door a moment prior, silently urging him to make haste before the next celebrity arrived. He quickly gathered himself, offering a polite nod to the guard before making his way down the carpet. By the time Sunoo returned his gaze to where your mysterious essence had stood, he was surprised to find you already inside, leaving behind an air of secrecy that lingered in Sunooโs mind.
Entering the grand hall, Sunoo was greeted by a sea of fashion icons, designers, and celebrities from all around the world mingling under the shimmering chandeliers. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the buzz of conversations and the clinking of champagne glasses. Yet, amidst the glamorous chaos, Sunooโs thoughts kept drifting back to the enigmatic memory of you.
He navigated through the crowd, exchanging polite greetings and smiles, but his mind was elsewhere. The brief glimpse he had caught of you had sparked a curiosity he couldnโt shake as he found himself subconsciously searching for you. Who are you? What is your story? The questions swirled in Sunooโs mind, adding a layer of intrigue to the already dazzling event.
As Sunoo settled into his seat, the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the show. The runway came to life with models showcasing the latest collections, each piece more stunning than the last. But even as the fashion show unfolded before him, Sunoo found his eyes wandering to the rows opposite him, searching for that familiar face.
And then, there you were. You were seated just a few rows away, attention fixed on the runway. Sunoo took the opportunity to observe you more closely, noting the confident way you carried yourself, the subtle elegance in your every movement. There was something magnetic about you, a presence that drew Sunoo in and refused to let go.
The fashion show progressed, each segment more captivating than the last, but for Sunoo, the true highlight was the possibility of a single minute with you. As the final model strutted down the runway and the audience erupted into applause, Sunoo knew he had to find a way to introduce himself. This night, under the dazzling lights of the fashion elite, gave him the unmistakable sensation that it might mark the beginning of something extraordinary โ such a thing being yourself.
Following the fashion show, Sunoo took a moment to collect himself. The applause gradually subsided, and the room buzzed with excited chatter as attendees began to mingle and move toward the reception area. Sunooโs heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nerves as he scanned the crowd, seeking another glimpse of you.
The hall was now a swirl of elegant gowns, tailored suits, and sparkling jewelry, with everyone engaged in animated conversations regarding the slew of unique designs theyโd just witnessed. Sunoo made his way through the throng, offering polite smiles and hasty bows while his thoughts remained fixated on you. He couldnโt shake the sense of urgency, the need to introduce himself and learn about you who had so effortlessly stolen his sanity.
As he approached the bar, Sunoo finally spotted you standing near a cluster of fashion executives and designers. You were engrossed in conversation, your laughter echoing like a melody above the hum of the crowd. Sunoo hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage before making his way toward you.
Just as he was about to reach you, a voice called out his name. He turned to see his brandโs creative director, a smile on her face as she beckoned him over. Sunooโs heart sank slightly, but he knew that ignoring her was not an option. With a polite bow, he approached her, engaging in a brief yet lively discussion about the eveningโs show and their brandโs latest collection.
As soon as the conversation reached its natural end, Sunoo didnโt waste a second to glance back to where you had been, only to find you had moved on. Panic set in, though he took a deep breath, determined not to let the opportunity slip away. He began to weave through the crowd once more, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of you.
Finally, he spotted you near the entrance to a quieter lounge area, a serene space with plush seating and soft lighting. Sunoo made his way over, his steps quickening as he neared you. He paused just a few feet away, taking yet another deep breath to steady his nerves.
โExcuse me,โ Sunoo said, his voice somehow calm yet tinged with an anticipation you didnโt miss. You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his with a curious, welcoming gaze that weakened his knees. โI couldnโt help but notice you during the show. Iโm Sunoo, from Enhypen. It is a true honor to meet you.โ
A smile spread across your face, genuine and warm. โHello, Sunoo. I am Y/N from SM Entertainment. Itโs a pleasure to meet you as well.โ
The conversation flowed easily from there, a mix of introductions, shared experiences, and mutual admiration for the eveningโs fashion showcase. As the night wore on, the initial spark of intense curiosity between you grew into a deeper attachment. The surrounding chatter and movement seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of conversation and laughter.
By the time the evening came to an end, Sunoo knew that the unignorable sense of tonight marking a thrilling new beginning had been correct. As you exchanged contact information and made plans to meet again, there was an unspoken understanding that this thread that linked the two of you, born under the dazzling lights of the fashion elite, held the promise of something truly special.
์์ ์ โโ YANG JUNGWON.
It had been an excruciatingly long time since Jungwon had danced purely for the joy of it, even if he kept this yearning to himself. He was well-aware of the sacrifices demanded by his career when he first started as a trainee, and he would make that commitment again without hesitation. Yet, the craving for dance, like a dormant ember, flared up intermittently, refusing to be extinguished by the relentless demands of his life.
At the moment, Jungwon felt an urgent need to escape, a desperate desire to retreat into solitude where he could breathe without the relentless pressure of work bearing down on him. The large headphones that had pressed into his ears for the duration of the recording session now hung around his neck, heavy with the weight of his mounting frustration. As he watched the producing team, whom he had come to know through each Enhypen album, huddled in private discussion, he felt increasingly isolated. The mics were off, their muted voices blending into an unwelcoming silence that amplified his sense of failure. He had repeated the same lines over and over since he first entered, unable to capture the performance they sought. It was baffling why something that should be simple had become so exasperatingly complex.
After what felt like an eternity, the producers nodded curtly at each other, signaling their agreement. They turned to Jungwon through the subtly tinted glass, their faces betraying a hint of resignation.
โJungwon,โ one of them sighed into the microphone, the voice slightly distorted as it came through the speakers. โI think we should try again next Monday. Please take this time to rest.โ
Disappointment pierced through him like a cold, sharp blade. He slumped his shoulders, his gaze dropping to the floor as he gave a solemn nod. Swiftly, he removed his headphones and gathered his belongings. The room was filled with pitiful smiles from the team, but Jungwon was too eager to escape to notice. The confined space was stifling, and he was desperate for freedom. As he trudged down the nearly vacant corridors of the company building, his frustration simmered, bubbling up like molten lava, searing through him with each step.
He searched his mind for a place where he could be alone. Going home was not an option with half his members there, their typical boisterousness far from the sanctuary he craved. Restaurants and coffee shops were possibilities, but he lacked the appetite for anything. And then, as if the universe had taken pity on him, memories of hours spent dancing alone in the companyโs dance rooms flooded his mind. It was enough to redirect his aimless wanderings. He made a beeline for the elevator, his steps quickening as excitement surged through him, a welcome escape from the stifling environment. He reveled in the knowledge that no one would question his whereabouts, believing him to still be at the recording booth.
With his heart pounding a rhythm of genuine elation, everything around him blurred into insignificance as he focused solely on his destination. The seconds stretched painfully as he awaited the elevator doors to open. The tip of his tongue seemed to taste the sweet promise of freedom as he finally reached the end of the hall, where the rarely used dance room stood, its door a familiar friend in his moment of need.
Had Jungwon not been so absorbed in his whirlwind of emotions, he might have noticed the soft strains of music emanating from within. Instead, he burst into the room, breathless, only to find himself frozen by the sight before him. There, bathed in the warm, gentle light, was youโdancing with a grace that seemed to defy the ordinary.
You were lost in your world, every movement flowing effortlessly with the tender rhythm of the music. There were no goals to reach, no steps to followโjust a pure expression of emotion that dripped from your every move. You danced as if the weight of the world had melted away, a blissful freedom that Jungwon hadnโt felt in ages. Your dance was a vivid reminder of what it was meant to be before fame had ever touched his life.
To Jungwon, who stood silently by the door, watching in awe, you were completely absorbed in your own realm. The peaceful, contented look on your face made it clear that you were in a moment of serene solitude. He tried to retreat quietly, but stumbled over his own feet, causing you to stop abruptly and turn toward him with wide, startled eyes.
In that instant, the world seemed to collapse around you both, leaving only the connection between your eyes and his. The silence stretched, laden with awkwardness, and you were the first to look away. Jungwonโs heart sank, wishing he could lose himself in your eyes forever.
โIโm sorry,โ you said, your voice tentative. โI was just finishing up. Iโll get my stuff and leave.โ
The last thing Jungwon wanted was for you to leave in such a rush. He was overwhelmed by conflicting emotionsโentranced, confused, dazed, distressedโbut the most powerful feeling was the undeniable pull toward you. You, who had suddenly appeared in his world, who moved with effortless grace like a bird in flight, and who had given him the briefest of smiles that seemed to halt his heartbeat. You were an enigma he felt destined to connect with, even if only for a fleeting moment.
Before you could slip past him, Jungwon found himself instinctively reaching out, his hand landing gently on your shoulder. The contact elicited soft gasps of surprise from both of you. His eyes locked onto yours, desperately trying to savor every detail of your features. He realized there might never be enough time to fully appreciate your beauty, but all he wanted was a single minute to bask in your presence. He was acutely aware of his own vulnerability as the desire to remain near you replaced his previous yearning for solitude.
โI donโt believe Iโve ever seen someone dance the way you just did,โ he said, his voice barely audible. The blush that colored your cheeks was all the confirmation he needed that you heard him.
โOh,โ you blinked, caught off guard. โThank you.โ
โIf youโre not busy,โ Jungwon continued, though he was unsure of where his words would lead, โplease stay.โ
You studied his face, searching for sincerity and intent. Perhaps it was the raw desperation in his brown eyes or the electric tingle of his touch that convinced you. Whatever it was, you decided to stay, offering him a shy but genuine smile. Your heart raced as you noticed the dimples that appeared on his cheeks, a sign of his radiant smile.
And so you stayed. What began as a moment stretched into hours, then weeks, and eventually a lifetime. In that dance room, amidst the echoing melodies and fleeting moments, something truly extraordinary was born.
่ฅฟๆ ๅ โโ NISHIMURA RIKI.
In the bustling expanse of the airport lounge, the soft hum of conversations mingled with the distant announcements of flight departures provided a backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts in Ni-kiโs mind. Seated amongstย his fellow members, sought a fleeting moment of tranquility before their flight to Tokyo, the next stop on their concert tour. From such a young age, normalcy had been a distant concept, eclipsed by the relentless rush of performances and public appearances that left little room for peaceful introspection. The early morning departure had left them all groggy, their energy sapped by the unforgiving schedule that defined their lives.
Ni-ki leaned back in his seat, his eyes closing as he sought to capture a fleeting sense of peace amidst the chaos. The lounge, a hive of activity, was populated with travelersโsome dozing off in their seats, others engrossed in their devices, and a few engaged in low murmurs of conversation. The atmosphere was a curious blend of anticipation and exhaustion, a microcosm of the frenetic life Ni-ki had come to know so well.
When Ni-ki opened his eyes, his gaze drifted across the room, taking in the varied faces of fellow travelers. His eyes settled on a vaguely recognizable group of young idols seated across the lounge, their presence unmistakable even amid the sea of people. Your group, though from a different agency, radiated a camaraderie and vibrant energy that felt oddly familiar. Among them, you stood outโa figure of serene poise amidst the lively chatter of your companions.
Ni-kiโs attention was drawn to you, his curiosity piqued by the quiet aura you exuded. There was a subtle grace in your demeanor that captivated him. You sat with large headphones covering your ears, occasionally glancing around the lounge as if seeking a moment of solitude amidst the bustling environment. Your hair fell gently over your eyes as you absentmindedly adjusted your oversized hoodie, a small, seemingly insignificant action that made you appear both approachable and endearingly shy.
Minutes stretched into an hour as you and Ni-ki waited for your respective flights. While his group members were absorbed in their own activitiesโsome napping, others lost in games or musicโNi-ki found himself increasingly drawn to you. There was something magnetic about your presence, an unspoken allure that made his heart race each time your eyes briefly met. The pull he felt was inexplicable yet undeniable.
You possessed an effortless charm, a quiet confidence that set you apart from the crowd. Ni-ki found himself imagining what your voice might sound like, wondering what thoughts occupied your mind, and what music you might be listening toโall while grappling with his own doubts and shyness that held him back from approaching you. The mystery surrounding you only deepened Ni-kiโs fascination, turning mere curiosity into a profound longing to know more.
Across the lounge, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. At first, you thought it was a trick of your imagination, but the sensation persisted. Your sensitivity to the energy around you made Ni-kiโs gaze feel like a gentle but persistent tug. Despite your attempts to focus on your groupโs animated conversation, your thoughts kept drifting back to the boy who seemed so captivated by you. You wondered what had caught his attentionโwas it your appearance? Clad in an oversized hoodie and leggings, with minimal makeup, you certainly didn't stand out in the traditional sense. Or was it your demeanor? You had done little more than sit quietly, attempting to conserve your energy and maintain a reserved presence. Though outwardly calm, your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, adding to the enigma Ni-ki seemed drawn to.
Finally, a boarding announcement for a flight to Osaka broke Ni-kiโs reverie. He watched as your group began to gather their belongings, preparing to leave. A pang of disappointment struck him, realizing that his chance to approach you and strike up a conversation was slipping away. Just as he was about to redirect his attention back to his own group in a silent acceptance of defeat, he noticed you had lingered behind, your eyes meeting his for a brief, charged moment.
In that fleeting exchange, there was an unspoken connection, a shared understanding that transcended the chaos surrounding you both. You offered a small, almost shy smile before rejoining your group, leaving Ni-ki with a lingering sense of anticipation and curiosity. The way your eyes had held his, as if conveying a silent message, made his heart flutter with a strange, exhilarating hope.
As you followed your group to the boarding gate, you couldn't shake the feeling of Ni-kiโs eyes lingering on you. It was both thrilling and unnerving, sparking a curiosity of your own. In the subtlest way possible, you stole one last glance over your shoulder, finding Ni-ki still watching with an intensity that made your heart race. You smiled to yourself, wondering if fate might bring the two of you together again in the near future.
As you and your group disappeared through the boarding gate, Ni-ki was left contemplating the possibility of your paths crossing againโperhaps amidst the vibrant streets of Tokyo or in the backstage corridors of a concert venue. The brief interaction had left an indelible mark on him, a spark that refused to be extinguished by the routine of his life. Settling back into his seat, Ni-kiโs thoughts drifted back to you, imagining potential conversations, shared laughter, and the possibility of a burgeoning friendshipโor hopefully something moreโthat could blossom in the most unexpected of places.
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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 Niceโข๏ธ agenda, spanking, some mxm moments. donโt like donโt read!
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youโd come over earlier under the pretense of a movie night, a marvel movie youโve 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 isnโt occupied by jeonginโs long legs.ย
seungminโs head rests contently on your shoulder, fingers plucking at the threading ends of the blanket that covers both of your laps.ย ย
itโs getting too warm. youโd do anything to shuck the blanket off, but the two immovable forces that press you into the couch donโt 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.ย
jeonginโs 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.ย
hyunjin coos when he notices jeongin snuggling into you. a squawk. ack, so sweet, ayen-ah! heโs sitting beside minho on the opposite couch, always inviting himself into the cutiesโ dorm to spend time with the babies and his hyung when he can. of course, you being there is an extra incentive as well.ย
your fingers comb gently through jeonginโs 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 jeonginโs 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.ย
he doesnโt 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 seungminโs satisfied grin pressing against your shoulder as he looks down at the scene unfolding beside him.
โhe must really want a taste,โ he breathes into your shoulder, easily covered up by the volume of the movie.
as if spurred on by his hyungโs 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 theyโre 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.ย
you spread your legs as best you can with the band obstructing your movement, and you have to fight to keep quiet when jeonginโs 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 jeonginโs wavy hair. he scratches at jeonginโs scalp, and you move your arm to rest over his head at the same time, trying your best to hide whatโs 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, theyโd be met with a show. try all you want to hide whatโs going on, but youโd have no excuse for your legs being spread wide and jeonginโs head between your thighs.
the angleโs 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. heโs excited. excited to taste you, excited to be doing something so naughty right in the living room of his dorm.ย
jeongin is enthusiastic in everything he does, and this is no exception. seungminโs fingers comb through his hair; you canโt tell if the dazed look in jeonginโs eyes is because of your taste or seungminโs 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.ย
itโs not long before the combined slick noises of jeonginโs mouth and your soaked pussy rouse the attention of someone a few feet away.ย
โhyung, the babies are playing,โ hyunjin laughs, bent knee nudging obnoxiously at minhoโs thighs to get his attention. jeongin wheezes when heโs 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.ย
โjagiโs pussy is better than thor-hyung, yang jeongin?โ 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.ย
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.ย
โgood, aegi,โ seungmin whispers, and he presses a kiss to the dewy skin of your neck.ย
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. heโs carrying his phone.ย
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.ย
โhi, bubby!โ 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. โis jeonginnie doing well?โย
โhe eats me so well,โ you breathe against felixโs plump, pink lips, and jeonginโs hands tense against your back.ย
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.ย
โthatโs not very nice,โ you vaguely hear hyunjin say, but when your eyes slide over to him, heโs nosing contentedly at your wet panties.ย
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.
โyou taste like heaven,โ he mumbles into you, a statement you werenโt expecting, but it has your legs twitching regardless. he doesnโt bother to pull his face away from your cunt as he speaks.ย
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.
โyahhh, iyen-ah! hyung is proud!โ seo changbin. felix cackles and turns the volume up on his phone. your 3racha boys must be at the studio working. โthat was really smooth. โyou taste like heavenโฆโโ a joyous giggle and a clap.ย
โiโm stealing that,โ jisung says right back, serious as a heart attack.ย
jeongin pays his hyungs no mind, even the one who still has a hand in his hair. he eats you like heโs 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.ย
โjeongin, o-oh, innie, fuck!โ you whimper, and felix soothes under your chin.ย
you canโt hold yourself back anymore, not with the attention of your boyfriends on you, even through the speaker of felixโs phone. both of your hands sink into jeonginโs 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. heโs been licking you for so long that youโre bound to cum soon, the bubbling heat in your stomach only strengthened by the frantic rutting of your hips.ย
โstick your tongue out, stick your tongue out, lemmeโฆโ 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.ย
โyou must be doing so well, jeongin-ah,โ chan coos over the phone, and jeongin hums in response. the first time heโs spoken up during your tryst and itโs to give praise and reassurance. typical leader, typical chan.ย
โof course heโs doing well. you should see our other babyโs fucked out little face,โ 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, jeonginโs delectable mouth. itโs 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.ย
you shiver when you come down, shakily peeling your wonky legs apart to let jeongin up, but he doesnโt move an inch. heโs content to lay right there, head padded on one of your thighs while he breathes heavily. his cock tents his shorts.ย
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.
โyouโre so beautiful,โ he breathes, and everyone in the room starts to holler once again.ย
itโs no surprise that you end up in jeonginโs bed that night. you both get a good nightโs rest, of course, only after you sucked him into your mouth, swallowed his cum, and pulled up netflix so you could rewatch jeonginโs favorite marvel scene that you both missed earlier.
itโs no surprise either that seungmin shows up sooner or later, conveniently enough when jeongin slips out of his room to head to the bathroom.ย
seungmin crawls onto jeonginโs bed and right into your lap, long legs straddling your waist.ย
โhello to you too, seungminnie,โ 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. โare you corn cobbing me?โย
โmeong,โ 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.ย
when jeongin walks back in, your tongue is down seungminโs throat and your fingers are down the back of his pajama pants. itโs nothing new, not nearly a peculiar sight, but he can hear the slick noises of your kisses from where heโs standing. for how dandy seungmin is to the public eye, he sure does kiss like a dog when heโs horny, messy and wet, tongue out of his mouth while he licks sloppily at yours. jeonginโs cock is chubbing up already.
โreally? sneaking into my bed when iโm gone, hyung? thatโs dirty.โ
seungmin snakes his tongue back into his mouth with a messy slurp. he wipes his chin. โiโm just taking my turn since i didnโt get to last night.โ
itโs true; he didnโt. 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.ย
maknae privileges.ย
or maybe theyโre just whipped for the two of you.ย ย
itโs getting hot underneath your sweatshirt. you didnโt 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. itโs 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.ย
โi helped him make you cum last night, you know,โ seungmin says, and jeongin guffaws.ย
โhyung, thatโs a reach. i did that on my own!โย
โyah, i did help,โ seungmin challenges back. you distinctly remember seungminโs hand in jeonginโs 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.ย
โah, seungminnie. did we leave you out? my love. daengdaengie, iโm sorry. arenโt we, jeonginnie?โย
jeongin rolls his eyes for so long you swear youโll never see his pupils again. he presses his lips together and his cheeks crease. heโs trying to hold back a smile, and it finally cracks when he crawls into his bed and expertly dodges seungminโs kicking foot.ย
โyeah, okay. sorry, hyung,โ it sounds genuine enough that seungmin doesnโt 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.ย
seungminโs 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 jeonginโs gaze out of the corner of your eye. seungminโs neat haircut is soft in your hands when you curl your fingers in it.ย
โseungminnie,โ you sigh, kissing his forehead when he ducks his head to lick at your opposite nipple.ย
a choked gasp is shocked from your throat when jeonginโs tongue quickly joins seungminโs fingers on your other nipple. itโs an overwhelming feeling, two mouths on your chest at once. you wrap your arms around both of their necks to ground yourself.ย
โbite- bite them, just a bit. a little bit, please?โ you beg.ย
youโre 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. jeonginโs teeth catch on your nipple before seungminโs 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.ย
โyou taste like heaven,โ seungmin says around your nipple, winking greasily up at you and barely managing to contain his smile while he does it.ย
jeongin pulls his mouth from your nipple with a wet pop. โooh, yah. i wonder where weโve heard that before.โ he swats seungmin on the back of the head, and seungmin does it right back.ย
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 jeonginโs 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.ย
before you know it, seungminโs on you again. the only difference this time is that heโs naked. jeongin is too, and he lays beside you again and strokes himself while seungmin kisses you breathless. youโd 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.ย
he takes your fingers beautifully, always does. his own fingers are longer than yours, jeonginโs certainly are as well, but seungmin doesnโt complain when you stuff him with three. he canโt complain when his tongue is too busy licking behind your teeth anyway.ย
โahh, yeah. yeah, โm ready. come on. get in me, jagi,โ seungmin breathes. he sits up on his palms again, and his breath stutters when you lick a stripe up the center of his chest.ย
jeongin watches through hooded eyes, but his hand slows down on his cock as seungmin sits up.ย
โwait! oh no, wait- i donโt have-?โ your strap, how could you miss that? the one thing you really need right now. disappointment unfurls in your chest with the realization you canโt 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.ย
โi brought my bag, dummy. you didnโt see?โย
seungmin leans over the edge of the bed and reaches for his bag. you watch jeonginโs eyes follow the arch of his hyungโs back, the curve of his ass, and you know when his eyes stop moving that theyโre locked on the slight gape of seungminโs stretched hole.ย
you cock your head at him and raise your eyebrows, pointing your index finger at him like youโre scolding him. jeongin grins and brings his finger to his lips. shhh.ย
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.ย
โdonโt wiggle my dick like that, you freak,โ you say, making grabby hands at your strap.ย
with both of their help, youโre strapped up in no time. light blue cock protruding proudly from your groin like itโs 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 youโre subconsciously really feeling the grip you have on your strap.ย
youโre up on your knees and pressed to jeonginโs chest before you even register that youโre 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. seungminโs hand rubs at the dip of your back before he joins the kiss himself. itโs 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.ย
jeonginโs bed is so soft that itโs 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.ย
you watch yourself slide into seungminโs 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.ย
โfuck me already, please, just- aiiish. donโt do this to me,โ seungmin complains, reaching his arms behind his back to try and pull you in by the hips.ย
โsorry, seungminnie. your holeโs just too cute.โ and it is! cute and a little hairy, hungry and clenching for your cock.ย
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. itโs sweet, the way seungmin finally melts into the mattress when you press your palms flat against his back.ย
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.ย
โoh, god, youโre warm,โ he whispers. โitโs- ah, you feel too good. dโyou know how soft you are here?โย
you wiggle your ass, and both of your boys moan. you do have a soft pussy, pretty and soft and perfect.ย you can say that with confidence because each of your eight make you wholeheartedly believe it.
from your spot in the middle, youโre able to rut yourself back and forth, fucking seungmin on your cock and fucking yourself on jeonginโs. a hesitant swat to one of your asscheeks has you speeding up.ย
โoh! innie, innie, again. you can do it again,โ you cry. you beg, and jeongin smacks your ass once more. itโs 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 itโs good because itโs 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 jeonginโs pillow.ย
โitโs so good, it feels so good,โ seungmin slurs. you yank his head back by his hair. โoh my god, yeah. ohmygod, itโs so good.โย
โitโs so good, meongmeongie?โ
you donโt know how you even have the wherewithal to speak. jeonginโs 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, thereโs no doubt whatโs going on in jeonginโs room.ย
seungmin cums first, youโre 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, heโs a goner.ย
you slow to a stop to not overstimulate him, pressing all the way inside until heโs batting at your hips.ย
jeongin pulls you back by your shoulders. your strap slips from seungminโs hole with a slick little noise, and jeongin pulls you until your back is against his chest.ย
โi want you to cum,โ jeongin grunts. his bony hips slap relentlessly against your ass. โi want you to cum so badly, aegi.โย
seungmin dazedly reaches behind himself and searches for you, patting with his hand until he finds your slick, lube covered, light blue cock. he hasnโt even turned over onto his back, his cheek is smushed against the pillow, yet he wraps his long fingers around your strap regardless. itโs such a sight, he struggles with the motion because of the angle, but even that is oddly sexy.ย
โgod, i canโt- yeah, โm gonna cum, just-โ while seungmin jerks your strap, you frantically slip your fingers between your thighs to rub at your swollen clit as jeongin fucks you. youโre sticky wet, nearly dripping down your thighs at this point.ย
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.ย
โiโm-! cumming, cumming, in-innie, seungminnie, youโre making me cum,โ you wail, and jeongin kisses down your spine.ย
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.ย
jeonginโs bed isnโt big enough for three people, but thatโs never stopped you before, and it wonโt stop you now.ย
youโre in the middle of them, right where you belong. youโll all get up in a minute, jeongin will need to strip his bed, someone will need to clean you up and out - youโll be damned before you do it yourself, and youโll all need to shower. but it can wait.ย
โyour O face is stupid,โ seungmin grumbles, fingers reaching to entwine with jeonginโs where they rest over your stomach. you snort but rub at their arms regardless. theyโre always like this.ย
โsure, hyung. and my pillowโs soaked with your drool.โ
โจณ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
โ In which two disabled idols find comfort in each otherโs arms.
๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ + female reader เณฏ ( ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ) 2.1k
๊ฐ ๐ ๊ฑ ใ Donโt mind me constantly changing the layouts of my published works, Iโm just extremely indecisive, sorry! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! โโ ( ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฒ )
๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: Han deals with a lot of anxiety and depression, reader has fibromyalgia, constant mentions of being in pain, love-making, cussing, lots of angst, MDNI.
( ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ) ( ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ & ๐๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ) ( ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ) ( ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ )
๊ฐ ๐ซ ๊ฑ ใ Tip Jar!
โ O2โ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ
The sun shone generously as you strolled toward the end of your street, where your father's shop awaited. Its golden rays caressed your skin, adding a warm glow to this idyllic summer day. From a distance, you could see groups of friends and families spilling into the store, their animated conversations and broad smiles filling you with a sense of joy for them.
Despite your fatherโs frequent declarations that the shop's success was due to your own hard work, you found yourself at odds with his sentiment. The moment the entrance bells chimed their familiar greeting and you stepped inside, the atmosphere enveloped you like a refreshing breeze. The low murmur of customers mingled with the soft strains of background music, creating an ambiance that could only be attributed to the man whose dream it truly was.
Inside the shop, the air was cool compared to the summer warmth outside, but it did nothing to deter you from lingering by the side, marveling at the fruits of such a laborious dream. Dozens of plastic and wooden crates, brimming with a harmonious blend of vintage and contemporary vinyl records, were artfully arranged atop tables scattered throughout the store. These crates formed narrow, intimate aisles through which customers wove, searching for the perfect melody to match their mood.
The walls were adorned with posters of your father's beloved artistsโrock legends from across the globe like Queen, AC/DC, ONE OK ROCK, and Day6, among others. Between these vibrant tributes, the empty spaces were filled with strands of fairy lights, their soft glow casting a warm, inviting radiance over the shop. This delicate lighting provided both charm and illumination to the otherwise windowless interior.
In truth, your father had transformed what was once a forsaken building, shrouded in the whispers of childhood ghost stories, into a uniquely enchanting haven. It was a space where one could easily retreat from the world, losing themselves amidst the music and the magic he had created.
After a few moments of searching, you finally spotted your father at the back of the shop, surrounded by a small group of men who appeared to be his contemporaries. They were engrossed in lively conversation, their laughter ringing out with genuine warmth and camaraderie. A surge of intense pride swelled in your chest, and a broad, uncontainable smile spread across your face as you watched him effortlessly shine in his elementโa sight you had not been fortunate enough to witness until now.
The moment his gaze found yours, his entire demeanor transformed, lighting up with a joyful recognition. He gestured for you to join him, his movement inadvertently interrupting his animated conversation and drawing the attention of his companions to you. You couldnโt help but imagine he was regaling them with stories about you, a proud habit he had maintained since your childhood. Regardless of your recent achievements or lack thereof, he always found a way to weave your name into every conversation, eager to boast about his pride in you.
Your smile remained unwavering as you finally reached him, leaning against a table brimming with crates to momentarily rest, subtly masking your fatigue after offering polite bows to everyone. โHello!โ you greeted warmly.
โThis is my daughter, Y/N, the one Iโm always bragging about!โ your father announced with evident pride.
Whether or not the men were aware of your profession, they masked their surprise with courteous bows in response to your fatherโs enthusiastic introduction. Despite the slight awkwardness you felt, your father remained blissfully oblivious, continuing to chat animatedly with his friends. He swiftly instructed you to stand behind the cashier as he wrapped up his conversation. You nodded dutifully, offering one final, graceful bow to the customers before following his directions.
Managing the checkout for the customers as they finalized their vinyl purchases proved to be surprisingly effortless, though they scarcely acknowledged you despite your efforts to radiate warmth and friendliness. The contrast between your public persona as Noctara and your everyday self was both amusing and stark, a reminder of how seldom you experienced the luxury of simply being yourself. It was intriguing to note how little recognition you garnered from those purchasing your own records.
Following Manager Jihoโs advice, you had deliberately dressed incognito. It was a rare treat to slip into your gray sweatpants, with a frayed hole at the knee that you stubbornly refused to discard, paired with a plain black crop top and white sneakers. You had exchanged your usual contact lenses for a pair of delicate, thin-framed glasses and gathered your hair into a casually messy high ponytail, accented by a red bandana tied in a small bow atop your head. A face mask completed your disguise, obscuring half of your face. Even with this modest ensemble, the thought of officially meeting these fans crossed your mind, though the idea of photos circulating online revealing your whereabouts was a chilling deterrent.
As the rush hour dwindled and the number of customers was reduced to a few stragglers, your father finally joined you behind the counter. He draped a warm, appreciative arm over your shoulders, his gratitude evident. You waved off his thanks with a soft smile, feeling a sense of contentment as the rhythmic tasks of the day provided a rare moment of tranquility for your weary mind.
As you wearily shifted from one foot to the other, your father gestured towards a tall stool tucked away beneath the counter. With a sigh of relief, you pulled it out and sank onto its comforting seat. The silence between you both was imbued with a gentle familiarity, yet it was clear that conversation was inevitable.
โYour mother mentioned the date,โ he began, his tone imbued with a warmth that contrasted with the weariness you felt. โSheโs been eagerly anticipating it since it was arranged.โ
You couldnโt suppress a weary roll of your eyes and a scoff that escaped your lips. The unspoken truth about your motherโs unyielding determination was well-known to anyone who had crossed her path. โI can imagine.โ
He paused, allowing the silence to stretch between you before continuing with a reflective tone. โItโs not necessarily a bad thing, you know. Take your mother and me as a prime exampleโour parents arranged our first date, with all the supervision that implies.โ
A flicker of curiosity prompted you to ask, โAnd were you happy about it back then?โ
A warm, nostalgic chuckle escaped him, and his eyes seemed to drift back through the corridors of time. โOh, not at all. I cherished my freedom as a single man with great fervor. Yet, I grew to be immensely grateful to my parents once I met your mother. Sheโs the reason I look forward to each new day.โ
Your fatherโs unwavering devotion to your mother was a daily reminder of their profound bond. His love for her was ever-present, expressed in countless small gestures and heartfelt words. Their enduring love was a beacon, a once-in-a-lifetime romance that left you both in awe and a bit wistful. The idea of finding such a rare and beautiful connection felt like a distant dream, a cherished possibility that seemed almost beyond reach.
Their love story had been woven into the fabric of your childhood, recounted so often it had become a cherished refrain. While you held its every detail close to your heart, there were times you longed for a change of topic. โHowโs Siwoo? The last I heard, his wife had welcomed a new baby a few months ago.โ It was a humble attempt to shift the conversation, but it proved effective.
A contented sigh escaped your fatherโs lips, his eyes shimmering with paternal pride. โAh, heโs thriving, from all accounts. It seems to be the only subject your mother is keen to discuss, aside from your own growing success.โ
A soft laugh bubbled from you. It wasnโt surprising that Siwoo, with his naturally gentle and nurturing spirit, was flourishing as a father. It brought you immense joy to see him building a loving family, his partner described as his equal, creating a life together that seemed as perfect as it was fulfilling.
A moment of silence lingered between you, each lost in thought. โHowโs work?โ he eventually inquired.
โItโs hectic,โ you sighed, the weariness evident in your voice. โI donโt get nearly as much rest as I need given my condition, but thereโs a profound satisfaction in sharing my work as I do.โ
You noticed the delicate way he sidestepped the mention of your condition, his gaze steady and sincere as he said, โI canโt express how happy it makes me to see your dreams come true.โ
Though his words were meant to be a balm for your spirit, a pang of unspoken longing lingered within you. The ache wasnโt from a lack of his affection, but from the quiet yearning for your parents to fully grasp the weight of your daily battles. It mattered little that the doctors they consulted had dismissed your pain as inconsequential; the sting of their disbelief and the chasm it had created between you and them was deep and enduring. You doubted that sharing your diagnosis would bridge that gap, so you chose silence instead, letting the quiet sorrow settle over you like a heavy mist.
You arrived at the charming cafรฉ nestled around the corner well before the agreed-upon time, eager to claim a quiet corner for your date. The delicate warmth of the summer evening contrasted with the crisp chill of the cafรฉ's interior, where you sought solace. Your recent struggles with mobility made the prospect of remaining seated in one spot particularly appealing, and you aimed to make the evening as comfortable as possible. You carefully selected a secluded table in a cozy nook, shielded from prying eyes by a curtain of softly glowing fairy lights, craving the intimacy of privacy.
Settling into your seat, you gazed around the cafรฉ, letting your curiosity about your dateโs identity swirl through your thoughts. The idea of meeting another idol sparked a flicker of intrigue, despite your condition limiting your social interactions. You mentally cycled through a list of Korean celebrities you knew or had encountered in the past, only to realize how brief it wasโan echo of your increasingly reclusive lifestyle.
As the minutes slipped by, the cafรฉโs atmosphere hummed with a gentle blend of murmured conversations and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Finally, a waiter approached, accompanied by a young man whose presence was unmistakably magnetic. Han Jisung from Stray Kids. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, recognizing him from various awards shows. His shy smile, revealed only after he removed his mask, was a charming contrast to his already striking appearance.
โHello,โ you greeted softly, your smile a beacon of warmth and friendliness.
Jisungโs eyes widened with a touch of surprise, and he returned your smile with genuine warmth. โItโs nice to meet you,โ he said, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
โYou look really nice,โ you replied, striving to dispel the tension with a sincere compliment.
His cheeks flushed a delicate pink. โThank you. You look beautiful,โ he responded, his voice soft and earnest.
Despite your polite exchanges, the conversation struggled to gain momentum, quickly falling into an awkward silence. You both made several attempts at small talk throughout the evening, but the words stumbled, failing to bridge the gap of unfamiliarity. The discomfort from the cafรฉโs rigid seats amplified your back pain, making it difficult for you to muster any flirty or charming banter. Your attempt to ask about Stray Kidsโ latest album emerged as a hurried, awkward query that felt more suited to a scripted interview.
As the evening stretched on, the pain in your back became increasingly unbearable. You decided it was time to leave. With a sense of reluctance, you informed Jisung of your departure, noticing the disappointment that flickered across his face. He rose from his seat, an unspoken offer of support lingering in his stance. Although his presence was a reminder of your need for assistance, you were grateful for his kindness.
Outside, your driver waited, the car pulling up smoothly as soon as he saw you approach. You turned back to Jisung, offering a final, heartfelt smile. โIt was wonderful meeting you,โ you said, your voice tinged with genuine appreciation before you climbed into the car, which whisked you away into the night.
As soon as you disappeared from view, the same attentive waiter who had been serving them all evening hurried after you, clutching your collapsible cane. He handed it to Jisung, who looked at the cane with a puzzled expression.
Jisungโs brow furrowed in confusion as he examined the cane. He pulled out his phone, his mind racing with thoughts on how to return the forgotten item to you. He sent a quick text to his mother, seeking her advice on how to get in touch with you to ensure the cane found its way back into your hands.
posted: 07 โข 23 โข 2024
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โจณ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
โ In which two disabled idols find comfort in each otherโs arms.
๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ + female reader เณฏ ( ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ) 3.1k
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๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: Han deals with a lot of anxiety and depression, reader has fibromyalgia, constant mentions of being in pain, love-making, cussing, lots of angst, MDNI.
( ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ) ( ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ & ๐๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ) ( ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ) ( ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ )
๊ฐ ๐ซ ๊ฑ ใ Tip Jar!
โ O3โ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐?
The following morning unfolded with an insistent chime of the doorbell that reverberated through the house, slicing through the tranquility of your sleep. Jolted awake, you wrestled with the disorienting shift from dreams to reality. Fragments of the previous day returned to youโthe memory of your motherโs promise to fetch groceries and the knowledge that your father would be off to his shop in the morning. Reluctantly, you peeled yourself from the bed, draping a red, silky robe over your shoulders. The robe, soft and flowing, brushed against your ankles, offering a fleeting semblance of grace to your disheveled appearance. With a cursory glance at your reflection in the mirror, you did your best to present yourself with a semblance of poise before making your way down the old, creaking stairs.
Sleep had been elusive, marked by a restless night of shifting and turning as you sought comfort, each movement accompanied by sharp reminders of your physical discomfort. Now, each step down the stairs seemed to echo with the protest of your aching knees, their cries a testament to the nightโs toll.
Peering through the peephole of the front door, you were met with an unexpected sightโHan Jisung, standing on your doorstep, his figure framed by the soft morning light. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if this was yet another of your motherโs elaborate schemes to meddle in your personal life. With a tentative hand, you unlatched the door.
Jisungโs face, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness, stood out against the serene morning backdrop. โIโm so sorry to intrude,โ he stammered, his voice stumbling over his words in a cascade of apologies. โI didnโt mean to wake you. IโI justโฆโ
โItโs alright,โ you interjected gently, your voice carrying a trace of lingering sleep. โWhat brings you here?โ
Jisung took a deep breath, visibly struggling to regain his composure. โI got your address from my mother. You left your cane at the cafรฉ, and I wanted to return it.โ
Your heart skipped a beat, a blend of mortification and unease swirling within you. The thought of Jisung possessing this personal detail about you was unsettling. Driven by a sudden impulse to manage the situation and avoid any potential awkwardness, you offered a hesitant invitation. โWould you like to come in for a moment?โ you asked, your voice blending politeness with a hint of curiosity.
Jisungโs shoulders seemed to relax slightly as he stepped inside, though his nervousness was palpable. He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, his movements reminiscent of a kitten exploring an unfamiliar room. โThank you,โ he murmured, his eyes darting around the space with evident unease.
As you guided him to the living room, you couldnโt help but notice his discomfort. โYou seem a bit on edge,โ you remarked with a gentle smile. โIs everything alright?โ
Jisung forced a sheepish grin, his cheeks flushed with a delicate pink. โI didnโt anticipate that this morning visit would be soโฆ nerve-wracking. I hope I didnโt disrupt anything important.โ
โNo, not at all,โ you reassured him, striving to ease the tension. โI was just trying to catch up on some rest. Youโre actually a welcome distraction.โ
The two of you settled into the living room, Jisung clutching the cane with a mixture of relief and awkwardness. โIโm glad I could return this,โ he said, his voice still tinged with nervousness. โI wasnโt sure if youโd be alright with me dropping by like this.โ
Your gaze softened as you observed his discomfort, recognizing his sincere effort to make amends. โItโs very kind of you to come all this way,โ you said warmly. โAnd donโt worry, I genuinely appreciate your thoughtfulness.โ
In the quiet cocoon of the room, the earlier tension began to dissolve like mist in the morning sun. The weight of Jisungโs knowledge about your condition still fluttered anxiously in your chest, but the simple kindness he had extended offered a comforting balm. The unease that had colored the morning started to shift, giving way to a tentative warmth born from shared understanding.
โWould you like some tea?โ you asked softly, your voice a gentle ripple in the stillness. You hoped the invitation would offer a welcome distraction, a brief escape from the lingering tension. โMy motherโs garden is home to a rich variety of herbs,โ you continued, your tone warm and inviting. โWhile I usually lean toward peppermint for its refreshing kick, today Iโd recommend lavender. Itโs incredibly soothing.โ You met his gaze with a tender empathy, acknowledging the anxiety that seemed to cling to him without forcing the issue.
Jisungโs relief was almost palpable, his posture visibly relaxing as he gave a grateful nod. He watched as you moved with a graceful purpose into the kitchen, each step seeming fluid and deliberate.
The kitchen, bathed in the soft glow of morning light, embraced a serene quiet. Jisungโs eyes followed your every motion with a quiet reverence, taking in the delicate care you employed with each action. Despite your practiced ease, the teapot felt unusually heavy today, a subtle reminder of the burdens you carried.
Once the tea was steeped and ready, you both retreated to the dining room in contemplative silence. The soft breathing coming from the two of you were the only sounds until you broke the quiet with a hesitant question.
โSo, um, you found my cane?โ you asked, trying to sound casual while a trace of nervousness lingered in the air.
โOh! Yes,โ Jisung responded quickly, his voice laced with relief. โDonโt worry. I told my mother youโd left a hat. I wonโt say a word about it.โ
Your eyes widened in genuine surprise, a wave of gratitude washing over you. โOh, thatโs incredibly thoughtful of you. I really appreciate it.โ
โOf course,โ Jisung replied, his voice sincere yet tinged with lingering nervousness.
An awkward silence fell over you both, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. You cleared your throat, the words spilling out before you could fully gather your composure. โI, um, have this conditionโโ
Jisungโs gaze met yours with a depth of understanding, his voice gentle and reassuring. โYou donโt have to explain if you donโt want to. I donโt want you to feel pressured. But if you do want to share, Iโm here to listen.โ
His sincerity cut through the tension, lifting a weight from your shoulders. The room, once heavy with discomfort, began to fill with a budding sense of connection. As you both patiently awaited your warm drinks, the silence transformed from awkwardness into a shared, comforting presence, bridging the gap between two souls navigating their way toward understanding.
The quiet between you was dense and contemplative. You hesitated, grappling with whether to reveal more of your story. Turning to face him, your eyes swept the room, which seemed to echo your solitude. The kettleโs gentle simmer served as a backdrop to the turmoil inside you.
โI have fibromyalgia,โ you began slowly, your voice tinged with a quiet sadness. โItโs a rare condition, and many doctors are skeptical about its validity.โ
Jisungโs eyes widened, curiosity and concern mingling in his gaze. โWhat is fibroโฆ umโฆโ
โFibromyalgia,โ you corrected softly, a faint chuckle escaping your lips. โItโs a chronic condition that causes widespread pain, fatigue, and tenderness in the muscles, ligaments, and tendons. Itโs like a constant ache that shifts and varies.โ
Jisungโs gaze was fixed on you, his round eyes absorbing each word with a mix of concern and fascination. โIs that why you use a cane?โ
โYes,โ you confirmed with a nod. โI use it when the pain becomes too intense to manage. Since the pain levels fluctuate, I donโt always need it, but on those tough days, it helps me get by.โ
A flicker of recognition crossed Jisungโs face. โI remember seeing you in one of your early music videos with a cane. I thought it was part of the styling.โ
Your heart warmed at his recollection. โYes, thatโs right. The pain was quite severe that day, so I requested a cane for practical reasons. It ended up adding a touch of flair to the performance, though.โ
Jisungโs expression grew thoughtful. โWhy didnโt you ask to postpone the filming then?โ
You sighed softly, a hint of frustration in your voice. โIf I postponed every time I was in pain, Iโd have been fired a long time ago. Iโve had to find a way to work through it, making subtle adjustments to manage the discomfort while still meeting my obligations.โ
The kettleโs whistle interrupted the moment, and you moved to pour the steaming water into two mugs, infusing them with fragrant herbs. You then arrange a tray with the mugs and a box of cookies before gesturing to Jisung. โWould you be a dear and carry this? Weโre going to my motherโs garden.โ
Jisung sprang up with an eagerness that made you smile, carrying the tray outside as you led the way. You settled onto the swinging bench, your posture relaxed, and motioned for him to place the tray on a small table positioned in front of you both. He complied and took a seat beside you.
The garden, bathed in the gentle light of day, looked like a dreamscape. Wildflowers swayed gracefully with the breeze, their vibrant colors dancing under the sunโs tender caress. The sunlight bestowed its golden warmth, creating a serene glow that kissed Jisungโs tanned skin, enhancing his natural radiance. As he sipped his tea, a contented sigh escaped him, his entire being seeming to relax with the soothing warmth of the beverage. His curly hair was styled with effortless charm, a few strands framing his face, and his wire glasses added a touch of sophistication. Your gaze lingered on him, admiring the simple beauty of the moment, before you quickly turned away, your heart fluttering with a contented sigh.
The silence between you was soothing, a balm to your often tumultuous thoughts. Even in his moments of struggle, Jisungโs presence provided a tranquil comfort. His voice, when it emerged, was a soft murmur that didnโt disrupt the peace you shared.
โYour motherโs garden is one of the most beautiful places Iโve ever seen,โ he said, his words blending seamlessly into the calm.
A genuine smile, rare and bright, curved your lips. โThank you,โ you replied warmly. โShe always dreamed of having a garden where she could truly breathe. Iโm glad she finally made it a reality.โ
Jisungโs gaze softened, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he smiled at you with such sincerity that it made your heart skip a beat. โIโm happy she did too,โ he said quietly.
The simplicity of his words, coupled with the tranquility of the garden, created a moment of pure connection. For a fleeting instant, the weight of your loneliness seemed to lift, replaced by the gentle warmth of shared understanding and companionship.
โWhat helps you breathe, Jisung?โ The question emerged from your lips with a startling clarity, and you winced inwardly at your own audacity. Jisungโs reaction was immediateโhis grip on the mug faltered, and a soft, surprised chuckle escaped him, his ears flushing a delicate shade of pink.
โThe way this garden helps your mother breathe, you mean?โ he ventured, his voice carrying a note of gentle curiosity.
โYes,โ you responded, your tone warm and inviting. โIf youโre comfortable sharing.โ
Jisungโs gaze drifted back to the garden, his expression thoughtful. โWould it be clichรฉ if I said itโs writing?โ
You laughed softly, shaking your head. โNot at all, but Iโd love to hear more.โ
He considered his words carefully, his eyes tracing the dance of sunlight on the garden's blossoms. โWhen I write my songs, itโs like every fleeting thought in my mind is an inhale. When I finally commit those thoughts to paper and understand them, itโs an exhale. So I breathe to write and write to breathe.โ
His words wove through you like a soft, comforting breeze, filling your being with a profound sense of being understood. A gentle warmth crept across your cheeks, and you found yourself captivated by the profile of his face. You were torn between relief that he couldnโt see the impact of his words and a desire to fully decipher his expression.
โSo you understand,โ you murmured, your voice blending with the gardenโs serene ambiance.
Jisung turned slowly toward you, his eyes wide with a blend of curiosity and empathy. โHow so?โ
โMany people underestimate the power of words,โ you began, your voice heavy with emotion. โThey torment minds like ours until theyโre released into the world, our innermost thoughts inked onto paper. Words can be both a curse and a salvation, filled with wonder and horror alike, and they help me breathe as well.โ
โExactly,โ Jisung agreed, his voice rich with understanding. โThatโs precisely how it feels.โ
A bittersweet smile touched your lips as you returned your gaze to the garden, where the flowers swayed gently in the breeze. The tranquility of the scene seemed to mirror the quiet connection forming between you.
โMy mother never truly appreciated the written word,โ you confessed, your tone tinged with melancholy. โShe finds solace in visual beauty and scentsโlike this garden. She never understood why Iโd retreat into my room for hours, enveloped in a world of words.โ
You paused, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. โMy father, on the other hand, loved music and, by extension, words. Though he never wrote or read, I grew up waking to his morning serenades, each one a unique tribute to my mother while she prepared his lunch before he went to work. He never sang the same song twice, at least not that I can remember. Yet, he always expressed his love for her with the most beautiful, spontaneous words that even I could never have imagined.โ
โThatโs what helps them breathe,โ Jisung said softly, his gaze filled with a tender admiration that seemed to caress your skin. His understanding made you acutely aware of how deeply you had opened up. โYour parentsโ love sounds truly beautiful.โ
You nodded, a genuine smile gracing your lips. The love your parents shared was indeed a rare and precious thingโa once-in-a-lifetime bond that you could only dream of experiencing for yourself. Despite any imperfections in your relationship with them, it remained an enduring truth.
As you prepared to respond further, the sudden, sharp creak of the front door echoed through the stillness, shattering the fragile peace. Jisung jumped to his feet, the serene atmosphere you had cultivated now disrupted. You remained seated, a pang of disappointment settling within you as the moment you had cherished began to slip away.
โY/N, do you not answer your phone? Iโve called you several times to help me bring in the groceries!โ Your motherโs voice cut through the quiet as she struggled with several bags, their handles digging into her forearms before she dropped them with a huff by the kitchen entrance. You sighed, rising slowly from your seat and making your way into the house, Jisung trailing behind you nervously, the tray in his hands trembling slightly.
The moment your mother caught sight of him, her eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth fell open in a comical gasp. You remained stoically at the threshold, stepping aside to allow her a clearer view of Jisung. He bowed deeply, his cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red.
โHello, Mrs. L/N,โ he began, his voice tinged with a polite nervousness. โI apologize for showing up unannounced.โ
The transformation in your motherโs expression was instantaneous. Her face broke into a beaming smile, and you could feel the familiar sense of dread settle over you. You could already anticipate the endless barrage of questions and well-meaning commentary that was sure to follow once Jisung left.
โNonsense,โ she said, waving her hand dismissively as though to brush away any formalities. โYou must be Jisung? Munheeโs son?โ
Jisung nodded, his bow still in place. โYes, that is my mother.โ
โOh!โ Your motherโs delight was palpable. โItโs such a pleasure to meet you in person. Munhee has told me so much about you, and she wasnโt exaggerating when she said youโve become quite the handsome young man.โ
Jisungโs blush deepened to an almost comical shade of crimson, and you had to suppress a smile. Stepping forward, you interrupted before the conversation could become even more uncomfortable.
โHe just came to return my cane, which I left at the coffee shop yesterday. He was about to leave now.โ
Your motherโs disappointment was evident as she took in the news. โOh, but you must stay a little longer! Iโll prepare lunch for both of you.โ
โNo, Mom,โ you insisted gently, though with firmness. โHeโs got a busy day ahead, but perhaps another time.โ
You began to make your way towards the front door, reaching for chairs and walls for support. Sitting on the swing for so long had left you a bit unsteady.
โI-I can help bring in the groceries before I leave, if thereโs any left,โ Jisung offered unexpectedly, his face still flushed but his eyes earnest.
Your mother hesitated, starting to protest that you would be helping her with that task. Jisung, however, persisted, insisting it was the least he could do since his visit had caused you to miss her calls. Her resistance melted away, and she relented with a grateful nod.
You watched, standing by the kitchen, as Jisung moved in and out of the house with bags full of groceries. His willingness to assist touched you deeply, and you felt a genuine warmth in your chest when he finally announced that he was done.
As you reached out for the front door once more, your hand brushed against Jisungโs elbow. He looked at you with a sheepish smile, his eyes conveying a silent encouragement. You realized he was making a deliberate effort to ease your burden, both by helping your mother and by offering his support now. The gesture made your heart swell, and a soft blush crept over your cheeks once again.
The two of you walked together in a comfortable silence, each step measured and unhurried. When you reached the front door, you withdrew your hand and turned to him with a grateful smile.
โThank you for bringing my cane and for all your help today,โ you said, your voice sincere.
โIt was no trouble at all,โ Jisung replied with a gentle smile. He clumsily turned to leave, his nerves palpable yet endearing.
As he stepped away, your motherโs voice called out from the kitchen, breaking the moment. โSo, how do you like him?โ
You looked back at Jisung, who was now at the edge of the driveway, his back turned as he walked away. You felt a flutter of something warm and hopeful in your chest as you deliberately refused to respond to your motherโs question.
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AโโAFTERCARE โ โ what heโs like after sex
During aftercare, Seonghwa's attention is nothing short of meticulous. His touch is gentle yet purposeful, an intricate dance of care and tenderness. As a switch, his nature is one of balance; the one who held the reins of dominance must now be the nurturing force. This dynamic, for him, is both a necessity and a cherished ritual.
When Seonghwa is in the submissive role, he transforms into a portrait of neediness, craving affection with an almost palpable urgency. His voice, soft and pleading, seeks endless validation through praises and intimate cuddles. He clings with a fervor that speaks volumes of his vulnerability, basking in the warmth of your attention.
Conversely, when the roles are reversed and it's you who finds yourself in need, Seonghwa becomes an impeccable caretaker. His devotion is expressed through thoughtful acts: he delicately cleans you, his touch light as a feather; he offers words of praise that flutter like butterflies around your senses; and he presents you with a glass of water, the cool liquid a soothing balm. Whatever you desire, however small or grand, he ensures that you want for nothing.
BโโBODY PART โ โ his favorite body part of yours
Seonghwaโs adoration is fixated on one particular part of you: your eyes. It might sound like a well-worn clichรฉ, but for him, it transcends mere sentiment. Your eyes are a window to your soul, capturing and reflecting every fleeting emotion with crystalline clarity.
There is an entrancing quality to them that captivates him entirely. When he teases you, he watches as your eyes silently plead, the unspoken desire shimmering within their depths. Each glance and subtle shift tells a story, one that he finds irresistibly compelling. And when the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, he is mesmerized by the way your eyes flutter and roll back, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
Seonghwa finds himself lost in their gaze, captivated by the intimate revelations they offer. He could lose himself in their depths, watching endlessly as they dance through a spectrum of emotions, each moment more enchanting than the last. For him, your eyes are an endless source of fascination, a mesmerizing mirror reflecting the essence of your being.
C โโCUM โ โ anything to do with cum, basically
Seonghwa cherishes the sublime moment of climax with a profound intensity. For him, the most exhilarating part is the euphoric build-up that overtakes him. Just before he reaches the peak, a wave of ecstatic tension envelops him, making every muscle in his body quiver in anticipation. This crescendo of sensation is a mesmerizing dance of pleasure, as he trembles on the brink of release, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy that wash over him.
When it is you who reaches the pinnacle of pleasure, Seonghwa finds immense joy in observing your response. He is captivated by the subtle, yet profoundly beautiful, aftershocks that ripple through your body. Each shiver and convulsion is a testament to the intensity of your experience, a visual symphony of your journey through bliss. As you ride the final waves of your climax, your body moves with a delicate, almost ethereal grace, and he revels in the sight of your ecstatic surrender, marveling at the way your pleasure unfolds and gradually recedes.
D โโDIRTY SECRET โ โ a dirty secret of his
Seonghwa is a man of remarkable openness when it comes to his desires and fantasies. He carries no hidden or "dirty secrets," instead embracing a refreshing transparency in his desires. Anything that piques his interest or stirs his passions is shared with you without reservation.
His confidence in your understanding and acceptance is unwavering. He knows that within the safe confines of your relationship, there is no room for judgment. This trust allows him to express his deepest curiosities and turn-ons with complete freedom. His willingness to communicate his wants reflects a profound respect for your bond, and an acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding that exists between you.
E โโEXPERIENCED โ โ how experienced was he before you?
Before you entered his life, Seonghwaโs experiences in intimacy were confined to the realm of conventional, vanilla encounters. His past was marked by encounters that, while fulfilling on the surface, adhered strictly to the norms of traditional passion. These experiences, though genuine, lacked the depth and exploration that he now cherishes.
It wasn't until you came into his life that the landscape of his sexuality began to shift profoundly. The intimacy between you both transcended the ordinary, venturing into realms of raw and exhilarating exploration. Your encounters, marked by a roughness that both shocked and thrilled him, redefined his understanding of physical connection. The dynamic you shared opened his eyes to a world of sensuality that was far more intricate and multifaceted than he had ever imagined.
In your presence, Seonghwa discovered a new dimension of pleasure and intimacy. He often reflects on this transformation with a sense of awe, even jestingly claiming that you bestowed upon him what he refers to as his "second virginity." This phrase captures the profound impact youโve had, as if your shared experiences had allowed him to rediscover and reinvent his sense of sensuality from the ground up.
F โโFAVORITE POSITION โ โ self-explanatory
Seonghwa revels in the intimacy of spooning during sex, a position that melds closeness with a serene, unhurried pace. This tender embrace allows for a deeply connected experience, where the gentle, rhythmic movements foster prolonged pleasure. As you both settle into this position, his hands are free to roam and explore, caressing and teasing with a sensitivity that enhances the romantic atmosphere. The shared warmth and proximity make this position a perfect canvas for his appreciation of romance and affection.
When the two of you are not curled up together, Seonghwa finds great pleasure in the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions. These arrangements present him with a captivating view of your reactions, intensifying the visual and emotional connection between you. In these positions, he can control the rhythm and depth of each movement, savoring every nuance of sensation. Additionally, the opportunity to admire the sight of you in matching lingerie or other alluring visual details adds an extra layer of stimulation and delight to the experience.
G โโGOOFY โ โ is he serious or goofy?
Seonghwa possesses a demeanor of solemnity, his presence often marked by a serious and composed exterior. Yet, amid the fervor of passion, there exists a charmingly humorous side to his otherwise reserved nature. In the heat of the moment, the intensity of your connection sometimes gives way to an endearing clumsiness.
In these moments, the room is charged with a palpable energy, where the fervor of your shared desire occasionally leads to inadvertent mishaps. Perhaps a tangled leg or a misstep causes the both of you to stumble, breaking the rhythm of your intimate dance. Despite the initial surprise, the atmosphere quickly softens. You exchange quick, silent glances, each of you assessing the other for any signs of discomfort.ย
Then, as if on cue, the tension dissolves into laughter. The giggles that erupt between you are spontaneous and infectious, a delightful interlude that momentarily replaces the intense passion with pure, unadulterated joy. The laughter lingers in the air as you both regain your composure, your connection undiminished by the playful stumble. With renewed smiles and a shared sense of amusement, you seamlessly slip back into the rhythm of your intimacy, the light-heartedness only deepening the bond between you.ย
H โโHAIR โ โ how well-groomed is he?
Among all the members, he stands out for his meticulous attention to cleanliness. His grooming habits reflect a level of care that borders on perfectionism. Down there, he is as smooth as a baby's skin, a testament to his dedication to personal upkeep.ย
This meticulousness is partly driven by his penchant for wearing lingerie, where he feels that a hair-free look enhances his aesthetic. His confidence extends to his physical appearance, as he takes pride in showcasing a particularly well-endowed and visually appealing aspect of himself. His smoothness, therefore, is not just a matter of preference but a deliberate choice to accentuate his natural beauty and enhance his overall presentation.
Despite his preference for a sleek appearance, he also harbors an appreciation for the allure of a well-groomed bush. Itโs a contrast that underscores his nuanced tastes, revealing a deep respect for both pristine elegance and the classic appeal of natural beauty.ย
I โโINTIMACY โ โ the romantic aspect of sex
For Seonghwa, the essence of romance in intimacy is deeply intertwined with the trust you both share. This trust, built on mutual understanding and respect, transforms each encounter into a profound expression of connection. The way you rely on each other during these moments is where he finds the true beauty of your bond.
Yet, this does not imply that he is incapable of appreciating the gentler side of intimacy. Occasionally, he finds immense beauty in the simplicity of slow, vanilla sexโa tender exploration of togetherness that emphasizes the joy of simply being with you. For him, these moments of unadorned affection hold their own special charm, celebrating the profound beauty of your relationship in its most straightforward form.
J โโJACK OFF โ โ masturbation
Seonghwa reserves his solo moments of indulgence primarily for when heโs on tour. During these times, he makes a ritual out of it, capturing the experience on film with a meticulous care. He sends these recordings to you, turning his private moments into a shared pleasure, a way to keep the connection between you alive even when distance separates you.
He derives a particular thrill from edging himself, drawing out his own pleasure in a manner reminiscent of the way you tease him. The deliberate delay of gratification adds a layer of intensity to his experience, reflecting his deep appreciation for the art of anticipation. Each moment of self-restraint is an intimate tribute to the way you both savor and extend pleasure, keeping the bond between you both alive and vibrant.ย
K โโKINK โ โ one or more kinks heโd have
Each time you call him โmommy,โ he struggles to contain the overwhelming rush of arousal it provokes. The sound of the word alone drives him to the edge of sanity, his restraint faltering as he fights against the tide of his own pleasure. In moments of intense desire, he might even humorously refer to himself as โmommy,โ a playful nod to the potent effect your words have on him.
Seonghwa is also deeply enthralled by the complexities of dominance and submission. His fascination with these dynamics is reflected in his diligent research, where he eagerly explores various aspects of the interplay between control and surrender. He frequently shares intriguing articles and ideas with you, each link a glimpse into his desire to experiment and expand your mutual experiences.
The intense trust forged through these moments of passionate, almost sadistic encounters is something Seonghwa cherishes deeply. Wrapped in the raw energy of your interactions, the bond between you strengthens, flourishing within the confines of aggressive play. For him, this trust is not just a foundation but a source of profound connection and gratification.
As a switch, Seonghwa exemplifies the fluidity between dominance and submission with remarkable ease. While he is equally content in either role, he often gravitates towards the dominant side. His ability to navigate both roles seamlessly underscores his versatility and deep-seated passion, ensuring that every experience is both dynamic and fulfilling.
L โโLOCATION โ โ favorite places to fuck
Though it may seem modest, Seonghwa finds a profound sense of comfort in the familiar confines of either your room or his own when it comes to intimacy. He is not one to seek out the thrill of adventurous locations; instead, he values the serene and secure environment that these private spaces offer.
To him, the intimacy of these familiar surroundings is essential, especially when the dynamic calls for one of you to embrace a submissive role. The reassuring presence of well-known settings provides a grounding force, allowing for a deeper connection and a sense of safety. In these cherished spaces, both of you can fully immerse yourselves in the moment, free from the distractions of the outside world.
M โโMOTIVATION โ โ what turns him on?
Seonghwa finds an exquisite thrill in the elegance of matching lingerie, a source of unparalleled excitement for him. He adores slipping into these delicate garments himself, often complemented by flowing, elegant robes that enhance the allure of his attire. The refined textures and intricate designs captivate him, transforming his personal experience into a celebration of sensuality and sophistication.
However, his passion reaches new heights when you join him in this indulgence. If you wear matching lingerie, but in a contrasting color, the sight alone could drive him to the brink of ecstasy. The visual symmetry, coupled with the playful contrast, ignites a fervent desire within him. The mere image of you both adorned in such exquisite lingerie, yet diverging in hues, creates an intoxicating blend of harmony and contrast that drives him to the edge of his passions.ย
N โโNO โ โ his turn-offs
Despite his deep affection for BDSM, Seonghwaโs response to seeing you in distress is immediate and heartfelt. Even if you havenโt uttered the safe word, the sight of tears welling up in your eyes sends a ripple of anxiety through him. His devotion to your well-being overrides any desire for continued play.
As soon as he detects the first glimmer of tears, Seonghwa instinctively halts all activity. His focus shifts entirely to your emotional state, his concern evident in his every gesture. He approaches you with a gentle urgency, offering a moment of respite and a soothing presence designed to help you regain your composure.
He gives you the space to calm down, his attentiveness unwavering. Only when youโre ready and have assured him that you wish to continue does he cautiously resume. His care and consideration ensure that each step forward is guided by your comfort and safety, underscoring his deep respect and affection for you.
O โโORAL โ โ giving or receiving?
Seonghwa holds a profound appreciation for the art of oral pleasure, whether he is the one giving or receiving. To him, this act transcends the physicality of penetration, embodying a level of intimacy that is both deeply personal and exquisitely intimate.
The sensation of having his loverโs aroused form graced by his mouth is a profoundly tantalizing experience. The act of enveloping and being enveloped in this way creates a delicate dance of desire, where each touch and caress becomes an expression of profound connection. This intimacy, characterized by its closeness and the nuanced interplay of pleasure, is a beautiful exploration of mutual arousal that elevates the act to a realm of its own, marked by a tender, almost reverent allure.ย
P โโPACE โ โ fast and rough or slow and sensual?
Seonghwaโs approach to intimacy is intricately attuned to the mood of the evening. The rhythm and intensity of his touch are shaped by the theme of the night, each encounter reflecting the depth of his connection with you.
When he returns from a tour, having been away from the comforting embrace of your presence, he delights in taking his time with you. These moments are slow and languid, filled with a deep, sensual exploration that allows him to savor every nuance of your erotic sounds. He treasures this time, each moan and sigh a sweet reminder of the intimate bond you share.
Yet, there are occasions when his desire overtakes his patience. Even in these instances, where urgency drives him, he remains committed to a substantial period of foreplay, never skimping on the necessary build-up. His passion ensures that even in moments of heightened eagerness, there is still a generous thirty minutes dedicated to the art of seduction, each touch and caress meticulously designed to heighten the anticipation and pleasure.ย
Q โโQUICKIE โ โ yes or no?
Seonghwa is far from one to indulge in fleeting encounters; he treasures the art of making every moment count. The concept of a quickie holds little appeal for him. Instead, he revels in the slow, deliberate exploration of intimacy, savoring each nuance of the experience.
Foreplay, for him, is an essential and cherished prelude. He delights in the intricate dance of seduction that unfolds long before the physical act itself. The act of making out, with its tender, lingering kisses and the gradual unbuttoning of clothes, captivates him. Each touch and caress is a prelude to deeper connection, a way to savor the closeness and build anticipation.
The process of undressing one another is a ritual of its own, a sensual act of intimacy where every button and zipper becomes an opportunity to explore and adore. For Seonghwa, the journey leading up to sex is as precious as the act itself, and he finds immense pleasure in the slow, passionate build-up that enhances the depth of your shared connection.ย
R โโRISK โ โ down for risky sex?
Seonghwa's approach to intimacy is deeply rooted in romance, seeing it as a canvas upon which he paints both passion and tenderness. His appreciation for the emotional connection in sex is profound, and he often seeks to blend the elements of pleasure and pain in a way that enhances the romantic experience rather than detracting from it.
In his exploration of sensuality, he embraces the nuances of incorporating pain, yet he does so with a careful and measured touch. This integration of pain is never excessive or dangerous; instead, it is artfully balanced to intensify the overall experience while maintaining a sense of safety and care. Each sensation is meticulously calibrated to ensure that it enriches the emotional and physical connection, rather than overshadowing it. His aim is to enhance the romantic aspect of intimacy, creating a space where pleasure and pain coexist harmoniously, always respecting the boundaries of comfort and safety.ย
S โโSTAMINA โ โ all night or minute man?
Seonghwaโs experiences of climax are often swift and intense, marked by a rapid crescendo that leaves him breathless. Yet, his passion is not confined to a single moment; he possesses an extraordinary stamina that allows him to engage in multiple rounds, extending the pleasure over hours of unrelenting intensity.
He delights in the art of overstimulation, pushing the boundaries of his own endurance with a fervent curiosity. Each round is an exploration of limits, where he tests just how much sensation he can savor before reaching the brink. This relentless pursuit of pleasure transforms each encounter into a prolonged symphony of ecstasy, where his ability to endure and delight in continuous stimulation becomes a testament to his passion and resilience.ย
T โโTOYS โ โ on you? himself? not at all?
Incorporating toys into your intimate moments brings an exhilarating dimension to your experiences. When you use toys on him, he is equally eager to reciprocate, exploring the realms of pleasure with the same enthusiasm. The presence of these toys transforms your encounters into a playground of sensory exploration and mutual delight.
The interplay of these toys becomes particularly thrilling when one of you is pushed to the brink of pleasure. The teasing edge of anticipation and the heightened sensations of overstimulation create a captivating dynamic. As you both navigate the shifting tides of arousal, the toys become instruments of both pleasure and connection, intensifying the shared experience and deepening the bond between you.
U โโUNFAIR โ โ is he a tease?
Seonghwa embodies the essence of a tantalizing tease. His playful nature shines through in his interactions, especially when it comes to the art of seduction. He has a particular fondness for toys, viewing them not merely as instruments of pleasure but as tools for both torment and intrigue.
For him, these toys are designed to push boundaries, to tease and tantalize with a precise, calculated touch. However, his preference leans decidedly towards overstimulation rather than prolonged teasing. His impatience for the drawn-out dance of anticipation often leads him to favor the more intense, immediate gratification of overstimulation. The crescendo of heightened pleasure, in his view, far outweighs the subtler, more patient game of tease.ย
V โโVOLUME โ โ what he sounds like
Seonghwaโs responses during moments of intimacy are often marked by a subtle elegance rather than overt noise. His pleasure is usually conveyed through soft, breathy sighs and the occasional gasps, each sound a delicate whisper of his sensations. This muted expression of enjoyment adds a layer of intimacy, creating a quiet yet profound connection between you.
However, on those rare occasions when his pleasure overwhelms him, his sounds shift to a more surprising register. His moans and cries become unexpectedly high-pitched, breaking through his usual reserve with a surprising intensity. These moments of vocal revelation are fleeting yet intense, offering a glimpse into the depth of his arousal and the delicate balance between his restrained demeanor and his more unguarded responses.ย
W โโWILD CARD โ โ random headcanon
Seonghwa finds a profound allure in the intimate art of shibari, a practice that weaves together both physical and emotional connection in an exquisite dance. The act of binding each other with intricately colored ropes becomes a ritual of both elegance and intensity, where every knot and loop is imbued with deep significance.
As the ropes weave around your bodies, there is an added layer of intimacy in the tender whispers of praise and soft, lingering kisses that accompany each touch. This delicate interplay of sensation and affection transforms the experience into something profoundly special. The act of shibari doesnโt necessarily culminate in sex; sometimes, the shared ritual of creating these beautiful bonds and savoring the moment together is a reward in itself. The experience becomes a celebration of closeness and trust, where the beauty of the act and the connection it fosters are cherished above all else.ย
X โโX-RAY โ โ whatโs under his clothes?
Seonghwaโs skin is a stunning tapestry of smooth, sun-kissed tan, exuding a radiant warmth that highlights the elegance of his physique. His muscles are meticulously toned, embodying a sleek, lean grace that eschews the more defined abs for a subtler, refined strength.ย
His length is equally captivating, possessing a pleasingly average size that is generously thick. The veins that sinuously wind along its surface create an intricate and alluring pattern, adding a touch of natural artistry to his form. The tip, a delicate shade of pink, stands out as a beautiful contrast, completing the picture with its understated, yet striking elegance.ย
Y โโYEARNING โ โ how high is his sex drive?
Given the intense demands of BDSM, Seonghwa understands the importance of balance. His approach to intimacy reflects a deep respect for the physical and emotional toll it can take on both of you. While your time together is filled with exhilarating and profoundly intimate moments, he is not driven by a constant craving for more.ย
Sex with you is an experience of great pleasure and connection, yet it is not an everyday affair. Seonghwa recognizes that the richness of your encounters is enhanced by allowing time for recovery and reflection. This mindful approach ensures that each experience remains as fulfilling and intense as the last, preserving the integrity of your bond and the depth of your connection.ย
Taking time to recuperate between sessions is not merely a practical necessity but a cherished part of your shared journey. It allows both of you to savor the afterglow, to reconnect on a deeper level, and to approach each new encounter with renewed energy and enthusiasm.
Z โโZZZ โ โ how quickly does he fall asleep after?
Seonghwaโs devotion extends beyond the moments of passion, reaching into the tender aftercare that follows. His commitment to your well-being is unwavering; he insists on staying awake until you do. Whether you wish to linger a bit longer, basking in the warmth of conversation and gentle cuddles, he is more than willing to oblige. His presence remains a comforting constant, a reassurance that you are not alone.
When you eventually drift into slumber, he remains by your side, his touch soft and tender. If you fall asleep swiftly, he gently nuzzles up to you, finding solace in your proximity as he too succumbs to the embrace of sleep. For Seonghwa, this post-intimacy closeness is an integral part of his aftercare routine.ย
He cannot bring himself to rest until he is certain you are completely settled and serene. His need to ensure your comfort and safety outweighs his own fatigue, highlighting his deep care and attentiveness. Only when he is assured that you are peacefully asleep does he allow himself the luxury of rest, his love and concern wrapped around you like a protective embrace.
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and then thereโs ode,
his was kinda difficult to come up with because i feel like heโs more dom leaning, but occasionally heโll let his partner take control
i was thinking maybe the readerโs fingers go a little lower than expected during a blowjob or he heard about pegging from another member and he was curious, because anal play canโt be that good right?
so he asks the reader if theyโd feel comfortable just experimenting. like he doesnโt want to go all the way just yet (canโt believe i just said that), but like just starting with fingering and maybe working his way up to a vibrating plug or something? idk i trust your brain!
and that should be every member i believe! iโll definitely be back with more, but i wanted to request them all first because thereโs not enough xdinary heroes fics๐ญ๐ญ
thank you again for everything!!!
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Hello! You're so right about O.de being more of a dominant in bed, but I also really do feel like he wouldn't be opposed to experimenting if he's comfortable enough with his partner. I hope this piece does your vision justice! โโ ( ๐ฑ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฌ )
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