HOSHI'S NEW HAIR COLOR AND STYLE OH MY GOD

SEUNGMIN’S RANDOM BOYFRIEND TEXTS / x gn!reader

and again birthday edition post! ngl this was kinda fun to make wishing the best to our minnie🐶 and also i hope he, hyunjin and minho are resting well!

GENRE | silly

WARNINGS | swearing and someone's horny

(also please i hope it doesn't look like i'm making a villain out of seungmin with these but i do believe that he would text like that but only if his s/o would be okay with it) (like i love him but this boy is savage and i love that energy)

— Anne Carson, Penguin Modern Poets 1: If I’m Scared We Can’t Win

[text ID: You could whisper down a well. You could write a letter and keep it in a drawer. You could inscribe a curse on a ribbon of lead and bury it in the ground to lie unread for thousands of years. The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself.]

愛 : TYPES OF BOYFRIENDS WITH ENHYPEN !

enhypen ot7 x fem!reader warnings -

( heeseung ) as your loser bf

— don’t be fooled by his stunning visuals, lee heeseung is a loser. he is most probably the type of boyfriend who’ll buy those silly socks with his favourite ramyeon brand patterned on it, asking you to match with him. you can’t say no to him, but blaring red shin ramyeon socks are definitely not the best thing to wear out to meet your friends. you end up persuading him by saying that you’ll match with him when you’re alone and he agrees ( thank god )

the rest under the cut !

( jongseong ) as your embarrassing bf

— when i mean embarrassing, i mean endearingly embarrassing. the kind of boyfriend who will shout across a carpark that he loves you, along with the furious waves of his hands and if that doesn’t make your cheeks red enough, he’s asking ( shouting ) you why you’re not saying it back. he gives immense princess treatment and will bring a camera everywhere, asking you to take a picture every ten minutes. collects them and makes a collage for each date for keeps.

( jaeyun ) as your clueless bf

— sim jaeyun is so goddamn oblivious about anything going around around him it’s so adorable. and it makes him treasure every single surprise ten times more because of this trait. you could literally buy him a lego set and leave it out in the open and he probably won’t question a single thing. when you tell him gossip about a person you dislike, he’ll be like “yeah i hate her too, who is she again?” will get you mixed up with your own story

( sunghoon ) as your competitive bf

— coming from a sports background, how can sunghoon not make everything a competition ( it’s literally entwined in his bones ). imagine going to a restaurant to eat, he will bring it up if his food arrives before yours. even when you bid goodbye to him and tell him that you love him, he’ll definitely say something like “no, i love you more, i win,” when it was never a competition to even begin with. ( but he wins things for you during fair dates so you can’t complain )

( sunoo ) as your simp bf

— sunoo will brag about you anywhere he goes, if you are the topic of the conversation or even if you’re not, he’ll find a way to bring you up. he will stop anything to attend to your needs, and will do anything for you. you’re tired and need help drying your hair, he’ll do it, even if he complains about it “why can’t you do it yourself” he still ends up doing it for you ( god bless me i need sunoo in my life )

( jungwon ) as your possessive bf

— i haven’t really seen much about jungwon being a clingy boyfriend, but i am 1000% sure he is clingy and possessive. has an arm around you at all times, and will constantly compliment you on absolutely anything. most definitely will say “wear what you want, i can fight” and he will fight for you no matter what. is the type of boyfriend to tease you a lot, but can’t take it if someone else teases you.

( riki ) as your playful bf

— you and riki have the goofiest dates that are out of the world, forget watching a movie or going to the fair ( pft boring ) you’re probably having a water fight in your backyard at 2 in the morning, trying to make the weirdest yet tastiest food combinations, filming the weirdest tiktok challenges or seeing who can make the funniest capcut edits. will definitely throw you the worst pickup lines at random moments “hey girl, are you fever? because you make me weak”

© SJYUNS

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iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, 3.3k

THEMES: seijoh 4, iwaizumi is an amazing singer (REAL), oikawa being oikawa

SUMMARY: Oikawa dares Iwaizumi to serenade his crush through karaoke. What’s he supposed to do? Get clowned and be called a coward for saying no?

A/N: when i first wrote this i had a justin bieber song in mind for no other reason than i think it would be funny to think about. it’s a silly lil fic but here she is (again)!!!!

Iwaizumi considers himself a reasonable person. Even though everyone on the Seijoh team teases him about his anger issues, most of the time he’s actually pretty calm.

Most of the time. Nobody activates his murder instinct more than Oikawa Tooru.

Sometimes, Oikawa will look at him with those beady little eyes and his stupid smirk and Iwaizumi has to fight the urge to punch him in the face.

Iwaizumi knows he should be the bigger person, he should go to his happy place or whatever and not let a demon ruin his peace of mind. Unfortunately for him, Oikawa happens to be his childhood best friend. (Trust him, if he could, he would turn back time.)

He has to see Oikawa everyday during practice, has to spend lunch with him, has to listen to him opening his big mouth about whatever it is he’s interested in that day. Okay maybe he’s being unfair— Oikawa isn’t all that bad. Just mostly.

It’s just that his best friend seems to have a knack for baiting him into doing things he most certainly does not want to do.

Nobody gets to tell Iwaizumi what to do, especially things that he doesn’t want to do. (Except maybe his mom of course, he’s not a monster). Yet every time Oikawa challenges him, opens his big mouth and almost taunts him about it, he always ends up doing it anyway and it makes Iwaizumi want to jump in the middle of oncoming traffic.

He never seems to learn however, and this time he’s afraid he can’t fix it just by outsmarting him or throwing a volleyball at his head. No, this time, Oikawa’s got him cornered.

For context, this is where Iwaizumi is coming from:

Iwaizumi was minding his business during lunch, tuning out Oikawa as he yapped on about something he couldn’t pretend to care about today, when Makki claps him on the shoulder and asks, “What about you Iwa? You in?”

He looks up from his food to find the entire table staring at him. “What?”

“Karaoke after practice tomorrow? Mattsun found a new one round the corner.”

“So I can listen to Shittykawa’s screeching? No thanks.”

“Hmph!” The setter indignantly huffs, tossing a used tissue at him which he swiftly dodges.

“I’m gonna invite some people from my class.” Makki says.

“And I should care because?”

“You should care because she’s in my class.”

Iwaizumi flushes bright red at the mere mention of you. A fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by Oikawa.

“You still haven’t asked her out on a date?” Oikawa asks, brow raised.

“No, and it’s none of your business Shittykawa.”

“Don’t you want her to be your girlfriend?”

His girlfriend. Even the thought of it is sending a tingling feeling in his spine.

“Dude, you’re so whipped.” Mattsun retorts, snorting at the look on his face.

“I just… I don’t know how to do it.” Iwaizumi mumbles. “I’m not good with feelings and shit.”

“Well, for starters maybe try asking her out.” Oikawa suggests.

“I don’t even know if she likes me.” Iwaizumi sighs, hating that he has to explain this.

“I think she does.” Mattsun pipes in. “She has heart eyes everytime you talk to her, and I’ve never seen a girl be more affectionate than Oikawa’s fangirls.”

“She’s affectionate with everyone, she’s just nice like that.” Iwaizumi reasons. He’s seen you with other people and you’re just as friendly with everyone else— he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. “Plus, if she liked me, wouldn’t she have said something by now? I’ve dropped enough hints.”

Makki slaps the back of his head. “Idiot, you’re supposed to be making the move.”

“Isn’t it worth asking her? Maybe she’s been waiting for you to ask her all this time and you’re here waiting for her to make the move.” Mattsun says.

“Iwa-chan, if I may-”

“You may not.”

Oikawa pouts. “If you ask her, you could be dating by now.”

Iwaizumi huffs. Easy for him to say, girls confess to him everyday that he’s probably desensitized to it all. Isn’t it much easier to be confident about your feelings when you know the person reciprocates them?

“How about you serenade her at karaoke?” Makki suggests, half a sandwich shoved in his mouth.

Oikawa lights up his suggestion and shoots him a Cheshire cat smile. Iwaizumi’s heart drops to his ass.

“You want romance? Sing her a love song as a confession.” Oikawa grins.

“Oh my god, as if I would take any advice from you.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.

“Oh my god,” this time Oikawa rolls his eyes, “all I’m hearing are excuses. Are you really that much of a coward? The Iwa-chan I know could easily sing his favourite love song to the girl he’s been crushing on forever and do it coolly.”

Iwaizumi feels a vein throbbing in his head. “You want me to serenade her in front of you guys?”

Oikawa shrugs. “Or maybe I’m wrong and you’re just lame.”

Oikawa’s words feel like a knife against his throat.

Easily sing his favourite love song. The words echo in his head. The girl he’s been crushing on forever. His fist tighten by his side. Do it coolly.

The words light a fire in his gut. Iwaizumi clears his throat, and in his most casual voice says, “I could do it.”

The three of them turn to look at him. Oikawa’s brows raise in surprise. Mattsun stops mid-air from shoving more food in his house. Makki chokes on his drink.

“Are you serious?”

“Would I say it if I wasn’t?” Iwaizumi knows he’s going to regret this. He’s already regretting it, staring at the disbelief in their eyes.

“No way,” Oikawa says, “I can’t believe you’re actually going to do it.”

Iwaizumi does not want to do it.

“I mean,” Iwaizumi takes a gulp of water, “I will totally do it if she comes. She might not even come.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that part. We’ll make sure she comes.” Oikawa grins.

Dumb and dumber share a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, don’t worry about that part Iwa. I’ll call in a favour.”

Fuck, Iwaizumi thinks. There’s no way you won’t attend now, Makki forever brags about how he helped you out in a test that one time so now you owe him.

He sighs. If he’s going to do this, he might as well do it well.

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Iwaizumi spends the rest of the day rehearsing the stupid song. Even now, he’s at practice and he’s humming along to the rhythm in his head. His lines, the shit-eating grins that will be plastered on his friends faces, his movements.

Your reaction.

Iwaizumi watches you as you hand over your notes to Makki. Almost like you felt him watching you, you turn around and wave at him as you walk over.

“Hey!” you greet, smiling at him.

Iwaizumi thinks he could throw up right now, just at the sight of you before him. You look as pretty as ever, and here he is, a sweaty mess after spiking god knows how many balls.

“What’s up?” he greets, trying to hide just how out of breath he is.

“Tired?” you question. “You look like you’ve been practicing a lot.”

“Well, they don’t call me the ace for no reason.”

“Damn, didn’t know anyone could compete with Oikawa’s massive ego.”

“Oi, watch it.” he pretends to be offended.

“Sorry, sorry. Just never thought you of all people ever got tired.” you observe.

“I’m allowed to be tired. Babysitting Shittykawa while balancing school and volleyball is a full time job.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but exam season is coming up. You might not want to spread yourself too thin.”

“Well, if there’s a vacancy for a babysitting gig- you interested?” Iwaizumi asks, grinning at you as you roll your eyes.

“No thanks, my plate is full enough as it is.” you wrinkle your nose at the suggestion. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Funnily enough, making fun of Oikawa is how the two of you met. Makki had tried to set your friend Sakura with Oikawa in first year, much to your displeasure, and the whole time you had been trying to talk her out of it, much to Iwaizumi’s pleasure.

You tried listing all the reasons why it was a bad idea, and he had no trouble joining you and adding in a few reasons of his own. Together you were the dynamic duo, on a mission to stop girls from inflating Oikawa’s ego anymore than it already was.

After that day, you had exchanged numbers and a few days later found out you were both in the student council. (Not that Iwaizumi was complaining, he was looking for an excuse to talk to you more).

Speaking of the devil, Oikawa bounds out of nowhere.

“My favourite person in the world! Are you going tomorrow?”

“If you’re there, then no.” you respond, rolling your eyes at the setter.

Oikawa huffs. “You’re just like Iwa-chan.”

Makki joins in the conversation, “Karaoke tomorrow night. You’re going because Sakura already agreed.”

“Whatever happened to freedom of choice?” you question, eyebrow raised.

“Do you think this is a democracy? I run this shit.” Makki says, puffing out his chest in a bid to look more suave.

You look at Iwaizumi. “These are your friends? Really?”

“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either.” Iwaizumi replies, sighing.

“C’mon, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” Oikawa says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “There’s a performance you wouldn't want to miss.”

“Is it you?” you ask him suspiciously.

“I’m flattered you wouldn’t want to miss my singing, but unfortunately not.”

“That’s not what I meant!” you scowl, making Oikawa laugh as he walks away.

“Well I gotta get going. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, I guess.” you say, giving Iwaizumi a quick hug that makes him freeze for a few seconds, before high-fiving Makki and giving Oikawa a pointed look before you disappear through the gym doors.

It’s that small act of affection, that small moment that makes his heart skip a beat, that makes him wonder whether there is something there.

He’s half tempted to run after you and get this whole i like you do you like me situation over and done with so he can save himself the humiliation tomorrow, but his feet remain firmly planted on the ground.

Practice resumes and Iwaizumi once again gets lost in the rhythm playing through his mind.

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Turns out, serenading his crush in front of his friends is a bigger deal than he thought.

Iwaizumi didn’t have a lot of nerves practicing last night, he’s the school’s volleyball ace for god sake, he’s used to having eyes on him— But knowing that he has to confess his feelings, something he’d rather not do, well… It's something completely different.

He feels vulnerable. He isn’t the hearts and flowers type of guy, even though he secretly wants to be. He would never admit it, but he secretly envies the easy conversation that Oikawa is able to strike up with just about anyone- he wishes he had those people skills but he just comes out as emotionally and socially constipated.

“You don’t have to go through with this.” Mattsun says, eyeing him as they reach the karaoke bar and walk up the stairs to the room where everyone is waiting for them.

“It’s a little too late now.” Iwaizumi says, forcing a smile. “I can do it.”

“You’ll be okay.” Mattsun replies, clapping him on the back for reassurance. “Plus, if she says no, I have a cousin you might be interested in.”

Iwaizumi huffs, lightly shoving his arm off him as Mattsun laughs.

“I’m just saying, you have options!”

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“You know,” Oikawa says, “I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”

Mattsun snorts. “As if. You practically baited him into it.”

Oikawa pouts, shooting him a look. “I was just giving him good relationship advice!”

“Or, you could just say you care about Iwaizumi and want to see him happy. As much as you guys bicker, we all know how much you care about each other.”

Oikawa would deny it, but it’s no use. Not when he’s right. “Fine, I’ll admit it. It would be nice to see Iwa-chan be happy; plus it’s getting unbearable seeing the yearning in his eyes.”

Before Mattsun can respond, they hear the opening melody of a song they’ve become too familiar with for the past day and a half. Iwaizumi looks like he’s about to pass out, but to his credit remains standing.

Oikawa glances over at you, and he smiles softly at how smitten you look while looking at his best friend.

Iwaizumi clears his throat, the sound booming throughout the whole room.

“Iwa! I didn’t know you were the type to sing at karaoke.” You exclaim, giggling as you watch him fumble with the mic.

“I never really thought I’d be doing this. But someone,” Iwaizumi pointedly looks at Oikawa, “thought I would be too much of a coward to do this. And I just think it’s important to stand up to the bullies in your life.”

Oikawa’s jaw drops at his words. Mattsun and Makki are laughing so hard beside him, they starting to sound like pigs.

Oikawa is about to yell about how he did it for you, or about how his best friend is such a liar, but Iwaizumi beats him to it.

“I’m kidding.” Iwaizumi continues. “As satisfying as it is to prove people wrong, the reason I’m doing this is because there’s someone I like and I’m tired of running away from my feelings. So I’m going to sing this song to let her know.”

Your eyes go wide. Your heart is pounding so loud it might jump out of your chest.

“Who is it?” Sakura asks, giddy in her seat. She already knows the answer; there’s only two girls in the room, and she’s not on the receiving end of Iwaizumi’s googly, heart-shaped eyes. Which leaves…

Iwaizumi calls your name, bright red, “This is for you.”

“Oh my god.” Oikawa hears you mumble. But there’s nothing else you can do- you just have to listen.

Although his friends were just teasing him to try and get him to confess to you, they didn’t realise that Iwaizumi could actually sing. He was so good that they were left speechless.

Iwaizumi sings with almost enough charisma that Oikawa could fall in love with him. He sings each verse, each line, like it’s his personal truth, as if he had really written this song just for you.

It’s more romantic than any cheesy rom-com they’ve ever watched— Makki almost tears up, and Mattsun suddenly whips out his phone to record Iwaizumi singing (this is prime blackmail stuff after all).

The lyrics get a bit too specific at some parts, and in those moments Iwaizumi actually manages to look directly at you. You don’t know whether to pass out or scream.

Mattsun wonders if he should be recording you instead, how you seem to be glowing at the sight of him singing for you. But he reckons that this menory will be stored away in Iwaizumi’s head for a long time anyway.

“He’s going all out.” Oikawa whispers to Makki.

“He’s doing it to spite you.” Makki replies.

“Trust him to still get back at me while simultaneously getting the love of his life.”

Before they know it, the song ends and the cheers and hollers from the four of them fill up the room. Iwaizumi smiles and lets out a sigh of relief, the weight of the world finally falling off his shoulders.

Oikawa wants to ask what you think, but you’re already grabbing iwaizumi’s hand and dragging him out of the room.

They’re gone.

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Iwaizumi’s sure he blacked out.

He’s sure he did well considering everyone’s cheers bursting through the room as soon as he finished, but if anyone were to ask him what happened just mere minutes ago? He wouldn’t have a clue where to begin.

He felt like a man possessed with cupid or whatever. Everything’s a blur after he made eye contact with you.

You.

You’re standing right in front of him now, in front of the karaoke bar. Your eyes are blown wide, unmistakeable. The street outside is empty.

You bite your lip, and Iwaizumi thinks this is it. The moment of truth.

“Did you like the song?” Iwaizumi asks, trying to sound casual.

“You were… amazing.” you breathe. “I didn’t know you could sing that well.”

Iwaizumi almost reaches heaven at the praise falling from your lips. He could die a happy man right now, but still, it’s not what he’s looking for. “Thanks, it was for you.”

You make a strangled noise, a mix between a scream and a loud gasp. “Iwa--”

“Listen,” Iwaizumi looks at you bravely, holding your hands in his as he stares at you earnestly, “I really like you. Always have. Would you like to go out with me?”

You stand there for what seems like hours, face growing redder by the second. “I, uh, well,I—”

Iwaizumi can’t tell if you’re trying to find a gentle way to let him down or if you’re just at a loss.

“Is that a yes or no?” Iwaizumi asks. “It’s ok if you say no, I don’t mind. Well, I would mind but it’s fine if you do—“

“No!” you blurt out, before slapping your hands across your mouth.

“Oh.” Iwaizumi says, brows raised in surprise before he almost starts to look crestfallen.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” You wave your hands in front of his face, trying to get your point across. You desperately have to fix this mess you’ve created.

“No, no, I didn’t mean no! I meant that, um-“ you stutter out.

“Be honest with me.” Iwaizumi says, trying to calm you down in your flustered state. “It’s just me.”

You seem to swallow the lump in your throat because you look up at him then, eyes shining with an unspoken feeling and Iwaizumi’s breath catches in his throat.

“I like you too, Iwa. I like you a lot.” you finally say, and his heart soars in his chest. “I was just processing what happened back there.”

Iwaizumi grins, “What, no one’s ever serenaded you before like that?”

“Of course not!” you laugh. “But then again, no one’s like you.”

“And what am I?”

“Cool. Seijoh’s volleyball ace. A great singer. Unbelievably handsome.”

Iwaizumi starts giggling at your words, unsure if this is real life. His crush actually likes him back? He feels like a child finally getting their favourite toy.

He knows he’s far from composed right now, but he could care less. Tonight, his crush is out here saying she likes him back and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t look like a lovesick fool right now. He can look cool some other time.

“Can I kiss you right now?” he asks.

You shyly nod, and Iwaizumi gently cups your cheek in his hands, leaning in.

Before he can kiss you though, he hears the last person on earth he wants to see calling his name.

“Iwa-chan!” comes Oikawa’s familiar voice.

Iwaizumi could fucking kill him right now.

“Oof, bad timing dude.” Makki says, and the setter actually looks sheepish for once.

“Sorry! We’ll wait for you guys inside.” Mattsun ushers them back in, sending Iwaizumi a wink.

Iwaizumi doesn’t even get to yell out insults, or wave goodbye to them because suddenly, your mouth is on his and his brain can’t process much more than that at the moment.

You’re kissing him. He wonders why he didn’t do this sooner.

Oikawa Tooru lives to see another day.

No one deactivates Iwaizumi’s murder instinct more than you.

don't u just love it when the camera angle squishes joshua's face and he looks so cutie ittle baby

JAIL TIME

He is not "accused" but "charged" for the crime.

I'm so done with K-pop idols now.

Can't they just do some basic research on their group members? How did they not know what was going on?

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that none of them - not even the manager or the other members - had any idea what was happening. It's like, hello, you're living together in dorms! Didn't they ever suspect something fishy going on?

We need to keep a close eye on all these groups. We can't let them get away with this again. And please, for the love of all things good, don't let him debut again as a solo artist in 4 years. Throw him in jail NOW WE STAND WITH WOMAN ALL AROUND THE WORLD!! WE ARE ONE!!!!

"This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way."

vs

"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."

A recent cartoon for New Scientist

crossing the line | two | kmg

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff (ish) word count: 3.7k warnings: SMUT, minors do not interact part one

this is part of my series, seventeen as songs from lover (ts)

Mingyu ➝ Paper Rings I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this ↳ Mingyu had always been your best friend and that line had never been crossed before, then, one day, you woke up naked ion his bed with a vivid memory of the previous night.

Ever since he was a kid, Mingyu had this sort of life motto: regret nothing and own up to the consequences of your actions. And for twenty-six entire years, he managed to do just that. Of course, there were things he wished he could have done differently. However, once something is done there is no going back. He could apologize for it, had it been a mistake, or he could just move on.  And although he didn’t regret a single moment of the night he spent with you, the owning-up part was a little trickier than he had expected.  

Mingyu was sure that your reaction would be bad, he knew that you’d get scared. But he thought that you would stay back so the two of you could talk. Or, at the very least, follow through with what you had said to him. Tomorrow morning, we go back to what we are, was what you said. But when morning came and Mingyu finally woke up, you were no longer in his bed. The only thing left of you was your perfume on his pillow.  

He figured that he should give you time. You got scared and that was normal. He had known you for four years and he knew that you weren’t the kind of person who enjoyed changes. You loved your routines and being inside your bubble. It was a surprise that you had let him get close to you at all, even more so when both of you grew attached to the other.  

Chan said that it was weird but he and Soonyoung were happy that you were finally allowing yourself to just be freer.  

Mingyu wanted to be that person for you but was it so bad that he also wanted to be more than? 

Truth be told, Mingyu had been interested in you since the moment you met. You, on the other hand, didn’t seem at all interested in him so he didn’t press you. When you opened up to him and allowed him to get closer to you, he was dating someone else.  

It was around the same time he started to let himself be touchy with you, like he always was with all his friends, that he noticed that the way he first felt about you didn’t change or disappear.   

He had been idiot enough to stay with his girlfriend, thinking that maybe he was reading too much into what you were doing. Then his girlfriend started to get uncomfortable, the fights started and they just broke up. 

Though he didn’t feel nearly as heartbroken as he made it seem, Mingyu let you nurse him through his breakup. You’d sit with him for hours, his head on your lap while you played with his hair. 

“I think you’d look great with long hair,” you said randomly one day. 

“Why?” he looked away from the tv, eyes focused solely on you.

“You’re disgustingly handsome. I think you should try”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Mingyu started to let his hair grow and he was too lazy to get a proper cut so you were the one cutting his hair for him. I don’t want to hear a single complaint about this, you told him while he sat in the middle of your bathroom. 

It was physically painful for him to hold back from touching you. Mingyu was well aware that if you got scared you’d just run away from him and there was a high chance of him never seeing you again. And that wasn’t something he wanted. 

Desperate moments call for desperate measures. He needed, God help him, Soonyoung’s help.

“So, how long will you keep avoiding Mingyu?” Soonyoung asked when you set his coffee in front of him. 

Your lifelong friend had asked to meet you once your shift was over, and you agreed. Much to your surprise, he had gotten there an hour early and was now just bothering you.

"Shut up and drink your coffee"

"Come on, there's no one here. Sit down and talk to me"

The problem with working at a café that had a homely feel was that your friends, honestly just Soonyoung, thought that they could just pretend that it was your own home. 

"I'm working"

He rolled his eyes at you.

"At your brother's café," he tugged at your shirt "Sit down, humor me for a second"

With a sigh, you dropped your body on the couch next to his. 

"He asks about you every single day, you know? He said you guys fought, so he's giving you time. But I don't think he will be able to hold himself back for much longer"

You pinched your nose, your heart suddenly aching at his works. 

Truth was, you missed Mingyu. Desperately. You regretted leaving his side the moment you closed his apartment door but you also couldn't bring yourself to go back.

You figured that you should give yourself a little time to understand what happened and maybe get it sorted out in your mind. But you couldn't stop thinking about him, about the way he kissed you — so tenderly, with so much care, as if you were something precious that he would never give himself the luxury of breaking. 

His touch was engraved in your body, just thinking about it made your skin electric. Mingyu was the first thing you thought about in the mornings, the last thing on your mind before you drifted off to sleep. He found ways to sneak up on you when you least expected it.

He texted you every day like he normally did, but you left all of his messages on read. You had been obsessed with your notification bar for the past three of weeks.

Though your actions said otherwise, you were scared of facing Mingyu, terrified that things between the two of you would change. 

"Tell me what happened" Soonyoung nudged you with his knee "Maybe I can help.  You know I always have killer advices"

There was no way you'd tell Soonyoung you slept with Mingyu.

"We just fought, it was stupid" you shook your head.

You watched in complete distress as the two working wheels inside his brain moved. Soonyoung went from furrowed eyebrows that said this fucking dumb girl to wide eyes.

"You guys fucked!"

You pressed your hands to Soonyoung's mouth, looking over your shoulder to make sure that your brother was still in the kitchen. Soonyoung kept his eyes wide open, his words muffled by your hands.

"Shut up!" 

He managed to push your hands away, looking over your shoulder before leaning on the table with his forearms, his voice barely a whisper.

"You're an adult, I'm pretty sure your brother knows you have sex from time to time"

"He doesn't need to know with whom" you pushed his head back. 

"Well, at least you're not denying it"

It would have been stupid to deny it when you felt as if you were walking around with a sign that said I slept with my best friend hanging over your head.

"Listen, I'll be as honest about this as I possibly can. You guys like each other, and have for a very long time. I mean everyone thinks you're dating" when you started to shake your head, Soonyoung rolled his eyes "I can count the amount of times I've hugged you in the past ten years. Twenty, if you're wondering. One for my birthday and one for yours, which I always have to force you to do"

"yn, you're not someone who's very into physical touch, which is fine. But with Mingyu? You guys touch each other the whole time, anywhere. The only time you guys weren't all over each other was when he was in a serious relationship, which mind you, you cried over"

Soonyoung was a fantastic friend, always. Despite his loud personality, at least around your group, he gave advice quietly. He never made a big deal of situations, he never went around screaming your secrets away. But in that moment you hated how much he was able to read you, like the only thing hiding your feelings was a thin glass wall.

"I didn’t cry" you sighed, dropping your head to the table.

"Sweetheart, you sobbed. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with you"

Soonyoung had laughter in his eyes, and at that moment he reminded you so much of the boy you met in high school. He had changed so much, from the way he dressed to the way he behaved. But still, somewhere inside, he was the same kid from ten years before.

"What are you afraid of?"

Of a life without Mingyu, was the only answer you had. 

You met Mingyu for the first time at twenty-two, fresh out of college, scared of life. You hated your major, marketing, and hated your job too. Mingyu had been a breath of fresh air, with wide eyes and a beautiful smile. 

It was always hard for you to let people close. You were just too shy and introverted but ever since Chan introduced you to Mingyu, you enjoyed his presence. He was always too much. Too tall, too large, too loud, talked too fast. But whenever he spoke to you, his voice was a little quieter, softer somehow.

Mingyu was larger than life itself and you were afraid you were too little compared to him. 

He was out there with his fancy corporate job, a financial manager, while you worked at your brother's café. It was what you wanted, yes, your shit degree had some use and you got to test out recipes with your brother. It was a much simpler life than the one Mingyu wanted.

"We're too different" you whispered, blinking away your tears.

You wanted Mingyu, not just like your best friend but in all ways one can have someone. You wanted to be able to kiss him whenever and do all the romantic shit you had seen people around you do.

"You're not and even if you were, what's so wrong about that? Don't people say that opposites attract?" he patted your hand "Won't you rather regret a decision than spend your life wishing you could have done something different?"

Soonyoung's Words still echoed through Mingyu's mind hours after they spoke on the phone. 

yn thinks she's not enough for you.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do with that information. How he was supposed to convince you that you were more than enough? Not just that, that you were the only one he wanted.

As soon as he ended the call with Soonyoung, Mingyu had gotten up from his desk, ready to call it a day and go after you. Everything else could wait. There was nothing more important than you to him. 

It didn't seem to matter to his boss though, as he not only made Mingyu stay but also work over hours. Managers make their own schedule, my ass. It was already past midnight when he got inside his car. 

It was too late to go to your place and try to talk with you.  It was almost the middle of the night and Mingyu wanted to have a clear head to speak with you. He needed to be the most eloquent version of himself so that he could lay out in front of you, all of his cards, and hopefully maybe have you back in his life. Even if you were to remain just friends. 

So he dragged himself home, feeling defeated once again. Three weeks of no contact with you had been pure torture. His messages were read the night before, which gave him a little bit of hope, but still, he didn't get an answer. His phone calls were obviously screened. 

"Fuck" he cursed turning the lights in his living room on.

Mingyu rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn't imagining things. Because there you were, sleeping on his couch

In complete silence, or at least trying to be as quiet as possible, Mingyu took off his shoes and locked the door behind him. He never took his eyes off of you, scared that maybe if he looked away or even blinked you'd disappear.

He kneeled on the floor by your side, his hand immediately going to your face. 

Ever since you met Mingyu, four days was the longest period of time you went without seeing each other. Six hours was the longest you went without talking. Needless to say, those three weeks had been hell, both for you and him. 

You had been stubborn and Mingyu was determined to give you space. It was a lose-lose situation. 

“yn” he whispered your name.

Slowly you opened your eyes. And god, how much had he missed those eyes. Mingyu found out, very early on, that your eyes held all of your truths. You went about your life thinking that no one had a single clue of what was going on through your mind — and for the most part, you managed to succeed. But there were moments when you allowed him to see all there was to you. 

And maybe that wasn’t your intention but your eyes gave away your truth. You missed Mingyu, desperately so, just as much as he missed you.

“Sorry I fell asleep,” you said pushing back a yawn.

Mingyu smiled at you, his hand on your head, lightly massaging your scalp.

“It’s okay, it’s really late”

You nodded, eyes closing again.

“Can you lay with me?”

You tugged a little on the sleeve of his shirt.

“Yeah, give me just a minute”

Mingyu leaned down and kissed your hair quickly before standing up. He got out of his working clothes and grabbed whichever comfortable ones were closer to him. With a blanket in his hand, he went back into the living room. 

You scooted back onto the couch, your back pressed against the couch, giving Mingyu enough space to crawl in by your side. 

As soon as you felt Mingyu’s body next to yours, you wrapped your arm around his waist, getting as close to him as you possibly could. 

With a content sigh, Mingyu nested your head against his neck, his lips never leaving your forehead. 

It didn’t take long for him do fall asleep too.

You were the kind of person who didn’t like sleeping in places that weren’t your bed, your home. In fact, you had a really hard time sleeping in unknown places. And yet, wrapped in the warmth of Mingyu, you felt as if you had slept for the first time in weeks. 

You missed Mingyu like crazy and craved his touch each waking minute of the day. 

You tilted your head back a little, to look at him. How you managed to go three weeks without him was unknown to you. But now that you were in his arms again, you would never let him go again. 

Even if that night had changed everything or nothing at all, you decided that you wanted Mingyu in your life in whichever way he was willing to be. 

Talking with Soonyoung had helped, more than you could have imagined. He walked you home that night, going over with you through everything that you felt, and why you decided to bolt in the morning. His answer was for really smart people, both of you are dumb as fuck.

During the entire day, you built up the courage to go to Mingyu and try and see if there was anything salvageable about your friendship. 

Mingyu stirred awake, his arms tightening around you, causing a small laugh to escape your lips. 

“What?” he asked, voice low and raspy. 

“You’re squeezing me”

It wasn’t a complaint, in any way, shape, or form. You liked the feeling of him all around you, almost way too much.

“It was intentional”

He squeezed you again, shifting on the couch and pulling you on top of him. His eyes were foggy with sleep but it was easy to spot the same thing you saw that night. The emotion you refused to acknowledge then. 

Longing and adoration. 

“Sorry, I left that day. I freaked out” You shook your head, pushing his hair from his forehead. You wished you could be more vocal about all of it, have prettier words for him "I thought that if I stayed our relationship would be over because I don't think I can go back to how we were before that night. I…"

You groaned and hid your face on the crock of his neck.

“I like you” you admitted quietly “I have for a really long time now”

Scared, you looked at him.

"I want it all with you, yn. I've liked you from the start. So can we, please, stop pretending that there isn't anything more than just friendship between us? We’ve had our fair share of miscommunication, missed opportunities, and unspoken feelings. Our friendship is everything to me, but I can't ignore these other feelings anymore”

His eyes never left yours. His emotions weren’t hidden in his sleeve, they were on full display for you. Everything that Mingyu was, he showed to you without any reservations.

So, instead of giving him stuttered words, you pulled his face close to yours, capturing his lips into yours.

The kiss was the same as the ones from the other night but also entirely new. That night you were friends testing the waters, entering unknown territory. In that moment, though, you were more. 

“I missed you so much” you whispered against his lips, trailing soft kisses down his neck. You felt his semi-erect cock under you, his hands on your ass “So much, Gyu”

“yn?” he asked as you moved lower on his body.

“I never got a chance to do this that night”

You kept on moving down over his body, nails lightly scratching the exposed skin of his lower stomach that was uncovered by his shirt. In one swift movement, you pulled his sweats and boxers down, revealing his cock. 

“I can never predict you,” he said with a laugh “Two seconds ago we were confessing, and now, look at you”

You ran the tip of your finger over the length of his cock while looking at him, trying your best to keep a neutral face.

“Do you want to talk some more?” you asked, voice sweet.

“Looking at you, all quiet and sweet, no one would ever… Jesus, fuck”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, taking him as deep as you could in your throat. You stood still for a second, eyes still on Mingyu watching his reaction. His head was tipped back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Slowly you started to bob your head up and down, one of your hands on his balls as the other held the base of his cock.

“Fuck, yn” he moaned. 

Mingyu snaked his hand on your head, fingers gripping your hair and slightly pulling it, while forcing your head down on his cock, making you moan in exchange. You pulled your head back, licking his tip and small drops of precum. You felt him twitch as you teased his tip with your lips and tongue, your hands pumping him up and down. 

Another moan left his lips, louder this time, followed by a grunt.

Abruptly he pulled you up. 

“If you keep going, I’m going to cum in your mouth”

You smiled at him, which made him moan again.

“That’s what I was going for” you complained, kissing his neck, hand going between your bodies, running down once again, until you reached him. 

“But I want to fuck you” he whispered against your ear, biting the sensitive skin.

Mingyu took your lips in his, his hand still on your hair. Without ever breaking the kiss, he stood from the couch with you in his arms, pushing his pants and underwear past his ankles. The pieces of clothes lost somewhere in the hallway.

“I’m going to stock this entire goddamn apartment in condoms, every single room” he grunted as he dropped you on the bed “Pants off”

“Aren’t we bossy” you teased with a laugh, but still complied “You too, shirt off”

He rolled his eyes at you, pulling his shirt over his head. How many times had you ogled his body over the years, watching the transformation of going to the gym every single day? And now he was in full display for you.

“I want to ride you” you whispered.

Mingyu didn’t complain, settling against the headboard of the bed.

“I’m all yours”

Something in the way he said it felt real, final. He was yours and you were his.

You climbed up his body and took his cock in your hand again, pumping him once, then again, before angling him under your wet pussy.

Slowly, painfully so, you lowered your body,  taking every inch of him in. You moaned, feeling full of him. Mingyu reached over and pulled your shirt off too.

Lazily you started to move up and down, deliberately so. 

“Baby, you have to go faster” he moaned, pulling your face close to his, nibbling on the skin of your neck. You knew he would leave a mark, and so did he, but you didn’t mind. 

Mingyu suddenly grabbed your hips with both hands, firmly holding you as he started to move his hips up and down, faster than the pace you were willing to give him. You wanted to torture him, but he could do just the same to you. He smiled when you clutched onto his shoulder, head tilted back.

“Ah, Mingyu, fuck” you cried “fuck, fuck, fuck”

He moved one of his hands, his thumb pressing over your throbbing clit, mercilessly rubbing in circles. 

“Ah… oh my god”

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” 

He pressed harder against you, hips moving faster. The sound of his skin hitting yours was loud, dirty, and enticing. 

“Cum for me, baby, all over my cock” he whispered.

With a cry, you felt your pussy clenching around his cock as your orgasms took over you. Your entire body shook as you held onto Mingyu, biting his neck while he fucked you, thrusting to the hilt, again and again, until he too found his release.

You pulled back slightly and kissed him.

“Give me two minutes and I’ll eat you out”

You laughed and pushed his face back.

“You don’t have it in you, big boy”

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