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feeling this as an only child. as someone who doesn't remember much of her childhood, because she didn't have anyone to share it with. as someone who thinks thrice before speaking and then decided to not speak about it anyway. someone who still has the imaginary friends she created when she was little.

having someone like seungcheol here would be the biggest blessing someone like me could ever have. still waiting for it

"you deserve way better than this", seungcheol says beside you. his attention is on the road in front of him as he drives, so he doesn't actually realize the moment you look at him.

you watch him, dressed in all black, golden watch in his left wrist, brown fluffy hair pushed back by his sunglasses. he's driving his amazing, expensive car, looking glorious at 28 years old - it looks like he has everything figured out, while you clearly haven't got there yet.

"and i mean it", he insists when you don't say anything. "you always take care of everyone around you - hell, you even take care of me -, so you don't have to do this if you don't want to. it's your life we're talking about, if they really care about you they will understand you."

it was so much easier said than done, right? as your best friend, cheol knows everything that's going on in your life; he's your number #1 supporter, always ready to cheer for you, to scold you when needed, to laugh and cry with you at any moment. it only seems natural, for him, to think that that's the standard for you, what you deserve. but you know better than that - you know not everyone will love you and protect you and understand you like he does.

and that includes your family.

"it's not that simple, cheol", you shake your head. "they need me, so i gotta help."

"you always help, yn!"

"well, because they've always helped me too!"

"and that's the point you're missing", seungcheol sighs. "if you tell me you're fine doing whatever they need you to do, that you're 100% sure, then it's okay - i'll even help you. but if it's gonna mess up your life, make you helpless, but you're still doing it because you feel like you owe them something, then it's my job to intervene and tell you to get your shit together."

it's your time to sigh, looking straight ahead at the road.

"they're your family, i get it, i love them too. but you can't. solve. people's. problems", seungcheol slightly hits the steering wheel at every word, just to make his point clearer.

"they need me to be the big person, so that's what i'm gonna do", you reply, crossing your arms.

cheol sighs one more time - he isn't surprised, to be honest. you're just as stubborn as he is, just as tough as he is, and that's why you two work so well as best friends, as siblings, almost.

"you're always the big person", he whispers, defeated. because he knows how tiring it can be, to be the adult, to take care of people, to solve everything when the ones who should be solving it act like kids.

but he's your best friend, after all. so he wasn't going anywhere, not when you would probably need him the most.

a/n: this is for everyone who's an only child and has to be the voice of reason sometimes, take care of your family sometimes, make decisions and take responsibilities you shouldn't need to sometimes. we got this. you ain't alone. ❤️🍒

this felt like a warm cloud, or,, the softest cotton candy that just melts in mouth.

how can something written feel so soft and like comfort...?

hello kitty keychains and annoying co-workers | l.jh

a/n; just thinking about jihoon soft launching his s/o.

jihoon's footsteps echo through the cold building and he's met with bows from everyone walking past him. he acknowledges them, bowing back with a stern visage.

his expensive black bag is strung on his shoulder and he walks with ease, confidence oozing with his presence. to anyone who is not aware of his romanticistic nature, he's the cold, grumpy producer who hasn't touched a woman in years.

entering the elevator, he presses the floor button and leans against the panel. but before the doors could close, someone enters the elevator cab. jihoon sighs inwardly, looking at the person.

soonyoung, one of the choreographers in the company. and jihoon is pretty sure he shits rainbows 'cause how the hell can a person always be this cheerful?

he sighs internally, expecting for a social interaction to be thrown towards his face but soonyoung only bows and stands a few feet away from him.

while jihoon feels grateful, he can't help but be a bit disappointed. the horror appalls him, does he want a man pretending to be a tiger to be his friend?

it isn't until that the elevator dings, when soonyoung speaks. a smirk lines his lips with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “nice keychain.”

the younger stares at him, confused as he steps out with a wink. jihoon leans down to look at his bag, and-ah there it is. a hello kitty keychain hangs by one of the zippers.

right then, a text message pops up from you, asking him if he reached safely. a soft smiles graces his features and pink tints his skin.

he sends a text along with a selfie of him. following it up with a 'thank you for the keychain.'

thoughts of you flood his mind. he clears up his schedule to watch the new episodes of an anime with you and also arranges a dinner date with you because he wants to. and a thought of soonyoung being a sexist pops up but is quickly pushed down by the thought of making it official with you.

his smile widens, and a deeper shade of pink tints his cheeks and ears. he doesn't care that anyone may walk through the elevator, and find the senior producer blushing and smiling like a teenager.

he takes a few pictures (with the help of mingyu) and uploads them on his instagram. a picture of him with the bag and the keychain along with the picture two silhouettes by the han river graces his account.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia @dokyeomkyeom @bangantokchy @jespecially

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when the world's about to end but he wants to be yours forever.

such a creative take😭🫶

lee seokmin + "marry me. right here. right now."

@bluehoodiewoozi has a prompt wheel. i told her i wanted to break the wheel

“marry me.” seokmin’s eyes are hopeful as they stare back at your wide ones.

“you’re insane, min.”

and you’re right. seokmin is insane for proposing to you now.

“c’mon. right here, right now. what do we have to lose?”

another meteor flies above your heads. you’re fairly certain the blast would’ve caused ringing in your ears, if your left eardrum hadn’t burst from an earlier explosion. you stumble into his arms from its impact as the giant space rock crashing into the next neighbourhood over. a protective hand pulls you flush against his chest, shielding your head against the sudden dusty winds.

you know you could always trust on seokmin to catch you.

still, his words ring clear in your mind. you push him away with what little strength you have left. your knuckles whiten along with the death grip you have on his shirt. “min, stop with the nonsense!”

for once, ever since the world’s end was announced, seokmin stops smiling. oh, you realise. he’s not joking. “…y/n, please.” he kneels down before you, offering up a ring as he clasps his hands in yours. it’s a flower ring, you note. you noticed he was twisting the poor flower earlier, but you didn’t know it was for this.

ferocious winds whip your hair back, the charred fabric of your shirt flapping in the wind. you try to urge seokmin to stand up, to run away from the oncoming blaze, but he’s still staring up at you with that stupid, dopey smile of his.

“seokmin, get up! we have to go!”

your words fly over him. “please? we can get wonwoo to officiate. hao and gyu can be our flower girls!”

he’s smiling widely at you, but there are tears pooling in his eyes.

“lee seokmin…” your free hand cups his chin. he nuzzles into it, eyes closed with content. your throat tightens up as you choke your next words out. “the world is falling apart.” you sniff. “we can’t–“

“we can! right here, right now…” he scrambles to his feet, this time both his hands enveloping yours. it’s a familiar comfort, how his thumbs rub over your knuckles. they’ve gotten rough with scratches, but your heart tugs at how gentle he’s treating you still. he slides the flower onto your ring finger, and you can’t help but choke back a sob.

he’s right: what more is there to lose? at the very least, you’ll be going out as lee seokmin’s wife; is that so bad? it’s a title you thought you would hold in at least a few more years.

you finally nod, tears falling freely down your face. from the corner of your eye, you spot wonwoo frantically waving at the both of you to run to safety… not that anywhere seemed safe enough anymore. you wear your own toothy grin, the very one seokmin falls in love everyday with, and you give his hands a tight squeeze.

“…okay. let’s get married.”

heads up! pregnant!reader (still referred to with they/them pronouns in the only instance pronouns are used for reader). some sexual implications, but it goes nowhere. husband!cheol <3

the moment you see seungcheol step back into the bedroom, his shoulders slump as exhaustion hits him like a train. things have been... rough to say the least ever since your son (almost three) learned he's getting a little sister. the terrible twos are a thing, sure, but you'd hoped that maybe he'd get used to the idea a bit more over time... instead he's been trying to figure out how to get rid of her (naming people she could go live with, mainly) before she's even here.

seungcheol flops onto the bed, and then moves in closer so that he could rest his head in your lap. "i think he's scared we won't love him as much." he lets out a long sigh. "we'll keep talking to him about it."

"mmhm." you reach down, running a hand through his hair. "he'll come around. he's just stubborn like his dad."

seungcheol gives you a slightly annoyed look--not because you said it, but because it's true--and turns over to press a kiss against your bump. "they're being mean to me again," he says with a pout. "haven't i dealt with enough today?"

you roll your eyes a little. "i think once she's here and he realizes that he's still going to get equally spoiled by his uncles, he'll calm down."

"mhm." seungcheol is only half-listening now. he's too fixated on your bump, tracing his fingers over your shirt, too caught up in his own thoughts. he did the same when you were expecting your son: always gazing at you with this soft look in his eyes, all too tender. he'd been a bit more of a mess of nerves the first time around, but equally as loving.

"cheollie?"

"i love you," he says, and you aren't sure who he's saying it to now. "both of you," his gaze flits up to meet yours. he pushes himself up so that he can lean in to kiss you.

yet the moment you think it might lead somewhere, you hear tiny feet rushing down the hallway. before the door opens, seungcheol is already pouting--not again--but it's gone by the time he turns around to face his son. he's already getting back up to ask what's wrong as he scoops the kid into his arms, shooting you a sorry smile when he looks back. he'll make it up to you sometime...

but you don't mind it, actually. not when you get to see your husband this loving with your son. instead, you decide to follow after them instead, just to feel happy with the growing family that you've created together.

warnings: reader has bad leg cramps. mentions of wanting marriage.

before you even know he’s awake, seungcheol is already moving to flip you onto your back.

leg cramps, unfortunately, are common for you. you think it has to do genetics or something (your dad always had horrible ones, and thus you grew up with the same) and less with what you do in your day-to-day life. seungcheol typically sleeps through them, though: you’ve become really good at staying quiet when they hit and massaging your own calf. there’s the rare nights where he wakes up and realizes what’s going on…

and then there’s mornings like this, where he’s awake before you even register what’s happening, and he flips you over like a rag-doll to get to the calf you’re trying to massage (when it’s not the one he can reach easily, that is).

“it’s okay,” he whispers a few times, fingers kneading at the tight muscle. something about this cramp makes you whimper, but he doesn’t let up, working at the tension. “just breathe, honey.”

you try. he continues to massage your calf beyond when the tension dies down, the pain subsiding a little. it’ll be sore when you walk on it, sure, but you can cope with that. 

“better?” he asks, a tender look in his eyes. he cares so deeply for you, and it shows in every little thing he does.

you think, in this moment, of how badly you want to marry him right now.

you beckon him forward instead, and he lets go of your leg. drawing him in for a kiss, you smile. “yeah. better.”

Lee jihoon - Popsicles for dessert

w.c : 1.5 k ┊ synopsis : jihoon's tired of all the pink underwear teasing and shows you he doesn't wear one┊ content warning : smut , bestfriends to lovers kinda , blowjobs , big dick jihoon , really big dick jihoon

a/n : aka the prompt ask y'all had been waiting for is finally here. Crack and smut.

 It's all because Soonyoung.

He started it.

The whole pink underwear drama. Jihoon, for the fact, does NOT wear pink underwear. Maybe he wore them once for the sake of one of his ex’s kinks. But he doesn't own pink underwear. There's black and there's dark grey and there's dark blue. A red one for when he's feeling extra freaky. Nothing pink.

And yet all of this fuss and teasing. And it was still bearable when it was just the boys teasing him.

But then you caught on that inner joke. Well, more specifically, soonyoung told you. On purpose. Knowing how big of a crush Jihoon had on you, his best friend. And you found that funny too. And then you started teasing him about it. And he's so embarrassed. 

And today it happened again. You two were just discussing your lives lately, and you told Jihoon about all the new make up you bought recently and how much you love that pink lipstick you got from your favourite brand. A sudden shit-eating grin spread across your face and Jihoon instantly knew where this was headed to. 

“You know, Jihoon, what else is pink”

Jihoon groaned, “oh my god, not you too! Not again!"

You giggled at his reaction, “your underwear Jihoon! You wear pink underwear, don't you? Little pink panties?”

Jihoon groaned, burying his face in the throw pillow on the couch. As you continued teasing him, he snapped. 

“God, y/n, I don't wear pink underwear,” he whined loudly, suddenly standing up, “should I show you or something?”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Why not, show me the proof.” There was a glint of mischief in your eyes. Jihoon should have known this was a bad idea. But he was tired of all the teasing already. He hastily untied the knots of his grey sweatpants and pulled them down to his thighs, revealing his slick black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. 

Your eyes widened. And the colour of his underwear wasn't the reason. It was the big bulge at his crotch which you couldn't take your eyes off. Your mouth watered at the sight. “God, Jihoon,” you were speechless. 

Suddenly shy again, Jihoon attempts to pull his pants back up, but you stop him, your hand on top of his as you move closer. He definitely has a really big dick hidden in there for the bulge to be that big.. And he wasn't even hard. Well, yet.

Your free hand moves and cups his crotch. Jihoon flinches but doesn't push you away. Instead, a soft moan leaves his throat before he could think. “Y/n what are you-”

“What fucking monster kind of dick you have in store here, Hoonie,” you can feel his dick come alive under your hand, the bulge growing as if it wasn't massive already. You palm him through his boxers. His hands fly to hold your wrist, stopping you. He really will just cum already if you keep doing that. You look up at him with a pout. 

“I want it,” you demanded, as if you were a little girl asking for candy or ice cream. Not able to hold himself back, his hand briefly looses over yours and you take the opportunity to instantly pull down his boxers, freeing his cock as it springs up, hard under your attention. 

“Oh my god, hoonie, it's so pretty,” you say, taking Jihoon's cock in your hand, examining it as though it was your first time seeing one. It was a pretty thing indeed, thick and long and only slightly darker than his fair face. It was a pretty shade of pink at the top and the purple veins prodded throughout the length. Its shape was just perfect, not too wonky or long and drippy or ugly. It was the kind of dick every girl sees in her dreams and every artist draws for their characters.

Jihoon, on the other hand, was trembling. Two minutes ago, you two were bickering. Now you had his dick in your hand. A shudder passed through his spine and he let out a whine as your tongue suddenly lapped over his head. “Y/n, you-”

“Shh, baby, sit down on the couch. I cannot stop myself from tasting this cock.” It was like you were hypnotised by his cock and he by you. He sat on the couch, his underwear and sweatpants pooled at his ankles. He opened his legs wide, giving you space to kneel in between as you take hold of his cock again. 

You lick over the length again, dragging your tongue along the veins, making Jihoon moan and groan and grab a fist of your hair. You loved when he pulled, the sting making your panties damp. You take the tip in your mouth whole sucking on it slowly. 

You try to take his dick deeper in your mouth, holding your breath as you do, before his cockhead touches the back of your throat, and it's just half way there. You forced your gag reflex to soften as you took him as deep as you can, wrapping your hand around the rest of it. You suck on it, hollowing your cheeks, feeling encouraged by all of the filthiest noises you head jihoon make. 

His hands grab your head, not pushing or pulling, but just holding it as a support as you commit yourself to giving the best blowjob you might have ever given. Your pussy feels so wet at the thought of taking this monstrosity in it. You can't take him today. You're gonna need training for it. But jihoon will help you stretch out for him. And then he'll fuck you till you can't think about anything other than his dick and how well it's fucking you. Your clit throbs. God, you're so cockdrunk over him.

Your other hands come to play with jihoon's balls, who seem big and heavy from his cum. He's close already, you can tell. So you suck on it till he's cumming down your throat with a whiny shudder, his hips tutting up in your mouth reflexively. You drink in all of his cum, the bitter-sweet malty taste making you only want more. 

Jihoon's panting. He just recieved what would be the best blowjob of his life. God, you should be put in a porn film with skill like that. His head falls back, catching a breath, as you climb on his lap, giggling as you lean in to kiss him. It's messy and wet and filthy, but he loves it. He could still taste himself on you. He wraps his arms around your waist.

It's all because of Soonyoung. 

He started the pink underwear rumours, spread it to you, had you tease him and it led to this. He's thankful to his best friend for it, but he wouldn't say it. He might write a nice song for him though as a thank you.

so so honoured tbvh! I'm so glad it inspired something so good, thank you so much😭🫶

plus, girl dad! seungcheol agenda continues.

when seungcheol opens the front door of your house, it seems like everything is upside down. the living room looks like a mess with your daughter's toys all spread out - he was kind of guilty about this, i mean, she didn't really need that many toys to play with.

the kitchen is filled with vegetables all over the counter, kkuma is cutely on two paws as she tries to reach it; if only she was human sized, maybe she could...

and lastly, seungcheol could hear your daughter crying all the way from her bedroom, with your desperate pleas also being heard, asking her to calm down a bit.

"what's wrong?", he asks the moment he steps into the lilac colored bedroom.

"appa~", your daughter runs to him, hugging his legs with all the strength she has.

"hey, baby. why are you crying?"

as seungcheol picks her up, you sigh - half in relief, half in frustration. you really wanted to do something nice for seungcheol, especially when he does so much for you, so you tried your best to make a proper dinner, clean around the house, give kkuma a bath, but all these things are extremely hard when you have an hyperactive 3 years old who's, by the way, the biggest daddy's girl to ever exist.

"she keeps asking for mr. cuddles, but won't accept it when i give it to her", you gesture to the plushie you have on your hand.

"babe... it's because that's not mr. cuddles", seungcheol tries to bite back a laugh. "that's giggly, the tiger plushie soonyoung gave it to her on her last birthday. mr. cuddles is the panda plushie i bought her two months ago, remember?"

seungcheol walks with his daughter hanging on his neck to her closet, opening and reaching for mr. cuddles on the top shelf.

"i put it here this morning because kkuma was trying to get it, i'm sorry", and as he hands the toy to your daughter, you're not really sure who he's talking to, you or her.

"thank you, appa", your daughter kisses his cheek.

"you're welcome, baby girl~"

if you didn't love them so much, with all your heart, forever, to death - you would perhaps roll your eyes at the scene.

"why does she have to be such a daddy's girl? i literally carried her for 9 months!"

"aw, it's okay, babe. you're daddy's girl too."

"seungcheol!", you almost scream, but the bastard just smirks at you.

a/n: inspired by one of @cxffecoupx's headcanons about dad girl!seungcheol. please check it out, they're amazing. ❤️🍒

choi seungcheol as your sugar daddy

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol and thats the most canon svt trope

★ .ᐟsugar daddy seungcheol who pays all your bills just because he has the money to

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who loves buying all the latest clothes from your favorite luxury brands

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who smells so good all the time because of all the expensive perfumes he uses

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who is basically your personal chauffeur as you ride his slick black SUV

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who would take you to month long vacation to any country you feel like at least once a year

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who pays for all your hair, nails and saloon appointments and even chooses for your hair or nails everytime you're confused

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who pays for all your hair, nails and saloon appointments and even chooses for your hair or nails everytime you're confused

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol with whom you don't have to use your brain at all, just sit and feel happy and pretty all the time

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who buys you diamonds and rubies and pearl everytime you get slightly upset

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who apart from expensive items would also shower you with simple gifts like flowers and teadybears and chocolates just so you know that he loves as a person and not a possession

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who would convert you to a high-maintainance girl if you weren't already.

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who would have you cockwarm him in his personal office as he works

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who bought a high quality extra sturdy bed because he fucks hard and he has broken your bed once.

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who always buys two pairs of the same lingerie for you everytime because he always rips them off when he sees your sexy body in them the first time

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who loves watching you ride his cock, watching the shiny diamonds adorning your neck bounce as you do

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who buys so many sex toys for you but only allows you to use them when he's away for work and instructing you and watching you play with them on facetime

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who has fucked you in the restrooms of the various Michelin star restaurants he takes you to for dates

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who loves watching your makeup mess up from the tears that run down your face from overstimulation when he's eating you out while you are still all dressed up in expensive silk dresses you wore for the party he took you to.

— weighted blanket, choi seungcheol.

fluff | 410

seungcheol guessed that you had probably fallen asleep on the couch while catching up on your show when it became suspiciously quiet outside and he doesn’t hear your footsteps approaching the bedroom.

after a few more minutes of waiting, he push the blanket off himself and swing his legs over the edge of the bed to put on his slippers before padding softly over to where you were.

his guess was right.

there you were, sleeping soundly on the couch, using the armrest as a pillow. he notices that the small blanket you were using to keep yourself warm had fallen onto the floor and he quickly bends down to pick it up then dusts it off. he was about to throw the blanket back over you but he got a better idea.

folding the blanket up and leaving them on the armrest near your feet, he quietly moves closer to you before gently dropping his body onto yours. he feels a sense of warmth spreading across his entire being when your arms automatically come up to wrap around him like it’s a reflex.

he starts peppering light kisses all over your face until you begin to stir awake under him.

“what are you doing?” you ask groggily as you struggle to open your eyes.

seungcheol places one more kiss to the corner of your lips, “kissing you.”

you let out a soft chuckle, “i mean what are you doing on top of me?”

he snuggles his face into your neck then tightens his arms around you, “your blanket fell onto the floor.”

“and…?” you run a hand through his fluffy, messy hair.

“and i didn’t want you to get cold,” he tells you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you push him back slightly with a laugh, “you couldn’t just place my blanket back over me?”

“are you saying you’d rather use that small, thin blanket over me? your personal, weighted blanket?” a pout immediately takes over his face, clearly offended.

you throw your arms around his neck to pull him back down and your lips meet his in a soft kiss.

“of course not,” your hands move to cup his cheeks and you see his face lights up. “nothing beats my warm, beefy boyfriend providing me with comfort and keeping me toasty.”

he lowers himself to bury his face into your neck, placing a kiss there. “good. because i have no intention of getting up.”

— grocery list, choi seungcheol.

angst | 1.7k

inspired by

i swear somewhere this works

in a parallel universe or another world or a different life,

we sit across from each other

at the kitchen table

and go over the grocery list.

— trista mateer, the dogs i have kissed

your mind was wandering again, you’re aware, but you can’t help that all the neatly lined up colourful cereal boxes remind you so much of him — of the last moments of your happiness.

“i’m going to make it my life mission to try all the cereals in the world,” seungcheol announced as he pushed the cart down the aisle.

he stopped to pick up a box of limited edition froot loops, inspecting the back of the box before dropping it into the cart.

you stood on the other end of the aisle watching him with the fondest smile on your face. this was the exact moment you’d realised you found contentment in your little grocery shopping dates. you had thought it was silly how something that seemed so insignificant was capable of putting you in such a state of pure bliss. you remember thinking everything he did was so endearing to you and you thought this would be it. he was the one. this was the man that would be your forever. you were so sure of it.

you’re brought back to reality when your cart hits another cart that was turning the corner and the impact sends you jolting forward.

“i’m so sor—” you choke on your words when your gaze lands on the face of the man standing before you. “s-seungcheol?”

his eyes widen when he realises it’s you that’s in front of him.

“y/n?”

“hey seungcheol,” you force a smile then looks at the ground to avoid his eyes. your heart starts racing so fast you think you’re actually going to pass out at any moment.

he clears his throat, a habit of nervousness, and the sound makes you look up at him again.

“i didn’t expect to run into you here.” if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the slight tremble in his voice.

“uhh yeah i still live in this neighbourhood actually.”

he nods with a nearly inaudible hum then there’s an awkward silence before he speaks again.

“do you maybe want to go somewhere and catch up? it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” he suggests hopefully.

you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t. but you answer before you can stop yourself. “i’d love to.”

you find yourself in the small, cozy cafe you and him used to frequent after your many grocery runs.

“the usual?” he asks as you pull one of the chairs out.

you nod and he quickly makes his way to the counter.

“calm down, calm down,” you chant to yourself quietly, taking deep breaths in between while settling into the cushioned seat of the chair.

it was easy to convince yourself you had moved on when you were alone in your dark room, but now that seungcheol was in front of you it was a different story.

seungcheol returns to the table with two mugs and places one in front of you. “two sugars right?”

your heart skips a beat at the fact that he remembers something about you, even if it was just a minor detail, and you can’t help but feel pathetic at the realisation.

you nod again, not really trusting yourself to speak, afraid that your voice might betray you.

he takes a sip from his mug. “how have you been y/n?”

“horrible, awful, absolutely miserable,” the words run through your thoughts but ultimately you decide to go with “i’ve been fine.”

he gives you a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “i’m really glad to hear that.”

you wrap your hands around the mug, hoping the warmth will calm you down. seungcheol’s eyes drop to your hands and he reaches out to cover them with his own.

“are you cold?” his voice laced with genuine concern.

you pull your hands back and his face immediately drops.

“y/n i’m so sorry,” he starts to blabble. “i don’t know why i did that i guess it’s just a reflex and i wasn’t really thinki—”

“it’s fine cheol,” you cut him off, not realising you had used his nickname unknowingly.

but he catches it and it makes his heart ache. he’d missed it so much and he never thought he’d be able to hear that nickname from your mouth again.

“guess there’s some old habits you’ve yet to kick too.” a bitter smile makes it’s way onto his face and you feel a pang in your chest. it’s as if your heart was breaking all over again for the very first time.

the memories of your first heartbreak suddenly comes rushing back.

the night you and seungcheol decided to go your separate ways, the night he chose to give you up in favour of pursuing his career, the night where so many things would end up broken forever.

your favourite mug that was his first ever gift to you, promises that were made at 4am when he held you so impossibly close to him as the world around you grew so quiet you could literally hear his heart beating and it felt like only the two of you existed in that very moment, your dreams that also turned into his until he realised they weren’t what he wanted anymore, your heart that he swore he would hold onto so gently and carefully and the love you once shared that you thought was so powerful and nothing would ever be able to come between you — the love that you thought would have been enough to get you through everything.

he notices you’re suddenly deep in thought and he hopes you’re thinking the same things as him. but you’re not.

“y/n,” he calls out apprehensively and you snap out of your thoughts.

“hmm?” your hand clasp the mug again and your other hand rests on the table.

he exhales shakily as he prepares himself to speak.

“cheol?” you urge softly.

“y/n, i know i fucked up. really badly,” he lets out a brittle laugh at that. “but this whole time i’ve been away i’ve really been thinking.” he looks at your hand that’s still on the table and for a second he almost reaches out for it and only deciding against it when he remembers your reaction from earlier.

you stay silent, not quite sure where this conversation is heading.

seungcheol searches your eyes, hoping to find something that will give him his answer or just a slight hint even, but all he finds is sorrow. sorrow that he’d caused.

he continues, “i still love you y/n, and if you’d just give me a chance to fix this — fix us, i promise i’ll do better. i’ll never fuck it up or hurt you again.”

you feel your entire body stiffen and you tighten your fingers around the mug. an unexplainable feeling washes over you.

you don’t understand. you’d thought that you’d jump at any opportunity to get back together with the man that’s currently sitting opposite you. the very same man that consumes all the thoughts through your sleepless nights. all those nights you’d spent lying in bed awake imagining this exact scenario.

you’d thought that getting back together with seungcheol would make everything right again so why aren’t you happy right now?

worry takes over seungcheol’s entire being as you remain silent. he doesn’t want to push you but he’s impatient, a trait you used to nag at him about.

his warm hand finds your cold one carefully on the table and he looks at you with raised brows and soft, brown eyes, pleading silently and you so badly want to give in.

you want to lean into his touch, feel his arms around you, kiss his soft lips but you know you shouldn’t.

“cheol,” you breathe out, sliding your hand out from under his. “you know i love you. i always have and i always will.”

seungcheol’s heart drops because he knows where you’re going with this.

“… but?” you can hear all his regret in that one single word.

“we fell apart for a reason cheol and i don’t think i can go through another heartbreak again. especially not with you. it’s too painful cheol.” it hurts you to say this when all you want is to embrace him again.

“it’ll be different this time.” there’s a desperation in his voice that tugs at your heart but you know you can’t give in.

you will yourself to look away from him and your eyes land on the bags of groceries on the table next to you and for a second you let yourself indulge in the fantasy of being able to do something as simple as grocery shopping with seungcheol again, walking side by side down the aisle as you push the cart while looking at the grocery list you had written together in the kitchen of the tiny home you’d once shared. you’d give anything to go back to when things were that easy and to be able to do the one thing with him that brought you an indescribable amount of joy just a mere 6 months ago.

“maybe in a parallel universe, another world or a different life we’d sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list,” you manage to get out shakily, voice cracking slightly as tears threaten to spill from your eyes, “but not in this life cheol. it won’t be anymore. you had your chance.”

standing up in a rush, your thighs push the chair back causing the legs of the chair to scrape the floor loudly, you grab all your belongings and hastily make your way out of the cafe without looking back.

seungcheol opens the glove compartment in his car as he gets ready to drive home. his hand reaches around blindly, searching for his phone charger until he feels a piece of paper that he doesn’t remember was in there. he pulls it out, thinking it was an old receipt until he looks at it properly and recognises the handwriting — your handwriting.

it was the last grocery list you wrote together.

he scans through the entire list and he finally breaks when he sees the slightly faded words on the very bottom of the list, “i ♡ you”.

this has made me realise that I might have a soft spot for chan

heads up! food.

"do you want to see how much they love me?" you can hear chan before you see him, vernon and seungkwan next to him. he steps ahead of them so that he can approach you first, glancing down at the little meal in front of you. he sits down across from you, calling your name in a cute voice. "can i have a dumpling?"

you don't even hesitate. not when his friends are right there, and you know you'll get a laugh from vernon (if not both). "nope."

chan gawks at you, genuine disappointment in his eyes as his friends cackle. everyone knows that you don't share food unless you truly like someone. your boyfriend is one of those people who gets to take whatever he wants when he asks... except for this time.

vernon sits down on your other side, still grinning: he knows you. you saw the opportunity and you took it, which is probably your right as chan's partner to tease him the same way all his friends do. "hey," he looks at you. "can i have a dumpling?"

you're already pushing the tray over for him to take one. "of course, pookie."

chan's already sputtering in shock, watching as vernon takes a dumpling from your lunch. "pookie?!"

"our boo, do you want one, too?" you slide to toward seungkwan, who gladly accepts one and thanks you for it. you pull the tray back to yourself, picking up the last dumpling with your chopsticks.

chan's just staring you down like a kicked puppy. "honey..." he pouts. "my love...?"

you think you break a little too easily when it comes to chan. you extend your chopsticks to him instead. "fine, my dumpling," you roll your eyes playfully. "if you insist." yet the moment he sinks his teeth into it, you speak up again. "but you have to buy me more, then."

chan's smile falls slightly, but he's already getting up again to make a beeline toward the stall. he hears the way you laugh, so content with getting to mess with him just a little, but he doesn't mind it. not when it's you.

THIS I LOVE AND HATE AT THE SAME TIME

something about angst with cheol

— find you again, choi seungcheol.

— pull harder, lee jihoon.

suggestive | 411

minors do not interact.

[warnings] hair pulling, scratching, mention of a blowjob

you watch his long hair fall over his face and you scoot closer to him to bashfully ask if you can play with them, ready to hear him tell you no knowing he’s not big on physical touch but to your surprise, he gives you a nod and a quiet “yeah go for it” so you move to sit behind him and starts brushing his hair back with your fingers, gathering them up into a messy ponytail.

he feels a slight tug as you pull on the ponytail and for some weird, unexplainable reason, it makes him feel tingly inside. giving him the same kind of shivers he would get whenever you go down on him. he also notices that his cock would twitch in his pants whenever your nails scratch against his scalp slightly.

you release his hair to put them into two small braids and you accidentally pull a little too hard and he lets out a shaky whimper as his eyes flutter shut. you panic, releasing your grip on his hair just a bit so you can check on him. “are you okay? did i hurt you?” a string of apologies follow your concerns.

he quickly shakes his head, telling you to continue but not without a small, shy request of “you can try pulling harder”.

did you hear him wrong?

you lean forward so your face is next to his, the movement causing you to yank on the strands of hair you were still holding onto and you hear a soft gasp leave his lips. “what did you say?”

he’s flustered, cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink, heart pounding so loudly he can practically hear it, but it doesn’t stop him from repeating himself. “you can pull harder,” he gulps audibly. “it feels really good when you do that.”

at his request, you jerk your wrist back a little rougher than before still holding a fistful of his hair, causing his head to lean back and he feels all his blood rushing down as a quiet moan escapes him.

jihoon’s breath hitches, “can you do that thing with your nails too?”

you graze your nails against his scalp and jihoon feels the hair on the back of his neck stand as he lets out another weak whimper.

goosebumps cover his arms when you get a little too close to his ear to whisper, “i guess we found a new thing to try out in the bedroom.”

JUST KISS ALREADY

s/o beeing all drunk and flirty with bsf shua

ps: i did not review it wc: 0,4k tw: suggestive but nothing explicit, s/o is just drunk and Joshua isn't, sleeping in the same bed and a pretty shy Joshua ik i dont write in so much time but my mind is freaking empity so im sorry

When you and your friends plan to go to a new club it's obvious that it's never going to end well, so after drinking like there was no tomorrow, it was kind of obvious that you weren't going to be able to get home alone so you decided to spend the night in your best friend Joshua's apartment

Knowing the house like the back of your hand, even though you were still a little drunk and sleepy, you managed to go to the kitchen and drink a glass of water without any problems, but when it was time to go back to bed, you were used to spending time in Joshua's bedroom. that automatically went there without even realizing it.

Laying down on the big bed, even with alcohol in your blood, it was obvious to feel the presence of another warm body next to you. Turning your body slowly and opening your eyes trying to recognize what was happening, you came across a very red Joshua.

Your loose hair with small strands stuck to your face from sweat, your thin white tank top slightly transparent thanks to the water spilled from the glass were all that Joshua could see after having you by his side.

"What is wrong with you?" Not being completely aware, you asked the brunette stupidly. “You look so nervous…” You quickly completed your sentence, not giving the boy time to respond.

"What.. are you talking about...” He whispered, looking away “I'm not nervous” He swallowed hard, trying to increase the small space that separated him from your warm body

"Oh yah? Because every time I get closer to you your face gets gradually redder.”

You said, finally managing to connect with his body, your warm hand pressed against his heaving chest.

“I was drunk a few hours ago, that’s normal.”

“Stop lying Shua, you didn’t even drink…” You smiled smugly trying to get up to be face to face with Joshua.

“If I make you nervous, just say it” You whispered, only paying attention to his eyes that diverted their path to follow yours.

“You're still drunk, go back to your bed” He said sighing trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart

“Even thought im drunk, tonight I only wanna sleep with you” You said, closing your eyes and settling down to sleep, leaving the poor sober boy easily intoxicated with your words

there's no better thing in this world than to feed soonyoung. the joy in his eyes, the way he munchies on the food, how he hums to the taste on his tongue.

"this is so good", he points to the chicken on his hand, lips stained with its sauce. "did you put mostard on it?"

you nod, walking to the table and putting another plate in front of him.

"eat with this."

"you made kimchi?", soonyoung's eyes sparks at you.

"your mom did. she stopped by today and left some for us."

it's quite funny the way soonyoung gasps and stuff his mouth with kimchi, eyes closed in that sweet smile of his.

when you sit beside him to have dinner too, soonyoung doesn't have to say a thing - the little burp he accidentally lets out because he's well-fed and, most importantly, happy, is enough.

he's down bad

passenger princess

tldr: just use your own car? tf? a/n: could be part two to this but does not have to be!

seungcheol looked up from his phone, “i’ll drive but we can’t take my car.” he was happy to drive across town if it meant he could go check out that cafe that had gone viral for their delicious pastries. he had someone in mind who might love a sweet treat…

seungkwan’s eyebrows shot up, “why not, hyung? is there something wrong with your car?” 

chan, who had been really trying to get anyone else to drive so he didn’t have to, swatted at seungkwan, and muttered under his breath, “shut up.”

seungcheol’s cheeks heated, a blush creeping it’s way across his face, embarrassed at seungkwan’s insinuation, “there’s nothing wrong with it. i just have kkuma’s stuff in there and it’s easier if i don’t have to move it.”

seungkwan rolled his eyes, “sure, hyung. that’s why.”

later, pastry procured and back in his car, seungcheol waited patiently in the parking lot of your office building for your shift to end. your little gasp upon seeing the primly decorated box made his mid-day errand totally worth it. 

“oh my gosh! cheollie, thank you so much. you really didn’t need to do this. i feel so bad you drove across town just for me.” your gratitude came out muffled around a mouthful of pastry but you’re sure he got the sentiment. 

he did, “well, the members were going and i offered to drive. you mentioned this cafe last week so i thought this was the perfect opportunity. besides baby, i’d drive all over the globe to make you happy.” 

you paused, “wait–”

seungcheol, who was in the middle of reversing out of the parking spot, stopped the car, “what’s wrong, baby? is everything okay?” 

you nodded, “yes, cheollie. everything is fine. keep driving.” 

he was relieved but confused, “okay…” 

the car started to move again, “if you drove, how come my seat isn’t all messed up?” 

seungcheol nodded, finally understanding, “i told them we couldn’t take my car because i had kkuma’s stuff. they always mess your seat up because it’s apparently in the perfect position to see my–”

“to see your dimples! yes!” you interrupted him, “and every time you drive someone else around they move my seat and it takes me forever to get things back just right.” you ended your speech with a little chef’s kiss to drive home your point. 

“i know, baby. and it makes you pouty so i drove a different car. just to protect your seat.” as he eased the car to a stop at a red light, he leaned over and kissed your cheek. 

you grabbed his face, not content with just a kiss on the cheek, you smashed your lips into his, really trying to convey your feeling, “you’re the best, cheollie.” 

“anything for you, baby.”

such a gentle and endearing thought, because i can actually see this happening. he'd be so so gentle, always asking if youre okay or if it hurts, and would be so so proud, smiling wide, when you tell him its the best youve ever had. very sure he would ask to come together, and then cleans you up gentle as ever, before cuddling w you.

(hope you dont mind me adding this in😅)

the first time you sleep with mingyu it’s just so…soft. lighting a vanilla candle on the nightstand, he kisses you sweetly, cradling your jaw in the palms of his hands. he rocks slowly into you, letting you get used to his size, and tells you he’ll always love you. he’s good and perfect and so gentle.

cheol is absolutely obsessed with your soft and squishy mounds. he likes to squish them, play with them, lie between them at every chances he gets.

one night, cheol has you lying on your shared bed, he told you he’s gonna make you cum just from playing with your tits.

while his mouth is busy sucking and licking on of your nipples, his fingers skillfully flick the other. occasionally, he uses his teeth to leave some red marks on your pale skin, stimulates you even more.

cheol turns you into a moaning mess under him. your left hand gripping tightly on the bedsheet while your right hand on his head, trying to push him to suck your tits harder. your back arches up into a perfect curve, thighs press together in order to gain some friction on your leaking cunt.

you feel so good yet so empty. your walls clench around nothing as you beg for cheol to split you on his cock even though you know it’s useless. once cheol is determined, he will make it happen.

after what feels like forever, you feel the high approaches. while cheol sucks hard on your right nub, his fingers pull and twist your left nub which sends electric straight to your cunt.

you feel your orgasm hits you hard, eyes roll to the back of your head while broken moans spill from your lips. cheol gives you some extra licks between your boobs, making your body twitch in his arms. as you catch your breath, he finally whispers in your ears.

“your tits are ruined, now it’s your cunt’s turn.”

i don't workout, but for woozi I might just start lifting some weights alrite😔✋

GYM CRUSH! JIHOON — nsfw

gym crush! jihoon who you discover only ever works out in the a.m after restless nights of tossing and turning in bed and deciding to go to the gym instead.

gym crush! jihoon who you have your eye on as soon as you walk in, wondering who the hell he is and why is he the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

gym crush! jihoon who keeps to himself and constantly has his headphones in.

gym crush! jihoon who you end up risking your sleep schedule for just to go ogle at him in the late hours of the night.

gym crush! jihoon who realizes that you’re constantly checking him out, but never calls you out on it.

gym crush! jihoon who just WON'T look at you and it's driving you so crazy that at one point you considered that maybe he shoots for the other team.

gym crush! jihoon who FINALLY gives you attention after he notices that you were struggling to change out weights on a machine and offers to do it for you.

gym crush! jihoon who asks if you need someone to spot you which you graciously take up because who are you to decline the very man you've had your eye set on for weeks.

gym crush! jihoon who rests his hand on your lower back and stands behind you, giving you advice with a voice of authority while you do your sets.

gym crush! jihoon who you go home and fantasize about later that night as your hand slowly creeps down your pants.

gym crush! jihoon who slowly becomes your gym buddy, seeing as you're the only person he for some reason does not mind interrupting his workouts. (plus he thinks you're really helpful when it comes to pushups because he always asks you to sit on his back.)

gym crush! jihoon who enjoys spotting you when you do squats the most !!!! (you're oblivious and think he's really just trying to help, but no. he just wants an excuse to look at your ass.)

gym crush! jihoon who texts you one random night at two in the morning asking if you want to meet him at the gym. (the answer is obviously yes.)

gym crush! jihoon who shows up not long after you do and realizes that the only people there are you and him. (+the workers that are somewhere off doing whatever, but who cares about them anyways.)

gym crush! jihoon who notices your workout attire right off the bat — a low-cut sports bra that accentuates your tits and spandex shorts that make your ass pop.

gym crush! jihoon who says that he'll spot you first and is quick to say squats when you ask him what you should start with.

gym crush! jihoon who's eyes never leave your ass while you're doing your sets and this time he's not so slick about it because you can see him in the mirror.

gym crush! jihoon who KNOWS you can see him, but has no shame about it as he licks his lips and sometimes meets your eyes in the reflection.

gym crush! jihoon who at the end of both of your workouts looks so irresistible after that you can't help but crash your lips against his, hungry and eager to have a taste.

gym crush! jihoon who was glad that you were thinking the same exact thing as him and kisses back almost instantly, placing his hand on your cheek.

gym crush! jihoon who you can't help but resist the urge to lick his abs when he pulls his shirt off.

gym crush! jihoon who doesn't even bother removing your sports bra and instead pulls it down so your tits pop out and he can hold you close to litter them in hickeys.

gym crush! jihoon who keeps your underwear as a souvenir after he’s done with you and you have no other choice but to leave with a wet patch on your shorts as his cum drips out of you.

gym crush! jihoon who bends you over the nearest piece of gym equipment to take you from behind.

gym crush! jihoon who puts you in a headlock and you can’t help but moan in pleasure at the feeling of his big beefy arms wrapped firmly around your neck (ughhhhh i want.)

gym crush! jihoon who mutters the FILTHIEST words of degradation in your ear, telling you how pathetic you are for letting him fuck you out in the open and how you were probably planning this all along.

gym crush! jihoon who admires the way your arousal drips from your cunt and onto the leather of the gym equipment.

gym crush! jihoon who stuffs his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on when you get a lil too loud.

gym crush! jihoon who you get in the routine of fucking every single time to end your workouts now.

gym crush! jihoon who one day decided to spice things up and make you do your sets while a vibrator is inside of you (turns out it wasn’t a good idea when you almost dropped the weight on his foot 😭)

gym crush! jihoon who gets bored of his workouts one day and decides to see how much stamina he has instead (man can go for ROUNDS, but u can’t :’) you would definitely get overstimulated.

gym crush! jihoon who eventually asks you out for a proper date after months of just working out and fucking.

— ♡ [22:30]

tw; nothing. im just really sleepy

coming home to seungcheol is heaven.

he lays on the couch with one of his arms covering his eyes and the other splayed behind his head. three pillows are stacked up beneath his head and his snores softly fill up the room.

the route towards him is easy. even in your tired and drowsy state, you have the map of your home marked in your head. you toss your bag on the beanbag and walk towards his sleeping figure.

you walk around the coffee table, mahogany wood grazing your shin as you barely miss it. you don't bother to undo your clothes and lay down on him.

a sigh leaves your lips at the warmth and comfort of his body, exactly what you deserved at the end of a long day. he wraps his arm around you like muscle memory and pushes you further into his embrace.

your limbs tangle together awkwardly, and your body is constricted by the limited space but that doesn't stop the bliss of rest seeping into your bones.

his breath tickles your hair, and he stirs in his sleep. “honey,” his deep voice echoes through his chest to your ears and you simply hum. “let's move you to the bed.” he says but you don't move and fall into the spiral of sleep again.

your eyes are forced open when you feel yourself lift off air. clinging to him for support, you lean on his shoulders and let him carry you to your shared bedroom. he kisses your forehead and breathes in your scent.

you don't register anything but his warmth on your skin and the softness to his touches when he undresses you and gets you in comfortable clothes. his scent embedded in the pillows pull you further into slumber.

the night darkens and the moon shines a lonesome glow that you cannot understand. how could you? you've got seungcheol sharing his breaths with you as he holds you in his sleep. even in his unconsciousness his hand finds yours and you move closer to him.

the sky may have thousands of stars and the moon but you have seungcheol and that knowledge is more than enough to fall asleep to.

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