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yoon jeonghan
the best friend who crashes your dates
warnings: spiking of drinks (laxatives, NOT DRUGS)
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Fuckbuddy- y.jh
Content warning - sexual content,casual sex/fwb dynamics, emotionally complicated relationships, possessive behavior, jealousy, rough sex (consensual), oral sex, light dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, marking (hickeys, bruises), semi-public teasing,blurred boundaries, and unspoken feelings.
MDNI!
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Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who shows up at your place unannounced at 2 a.m. with that smug little smile and a hoodie you know he’s not wearing anything under. “Couldn’t sleep… figured you’d help wear me out.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who gets jealous when you post a selfie looking too good, but instead of saying anything, he just shows up later and ruins you on your couch. “You really want attention that bad baby? You know where to get it.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who sends voice notes while you’re out describing in detail what he would be doing to you if you weren’t so far away. “Hope you’re not with your friends right now.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who pulls your panties down with his teeth just to prove a point. “You’re always so loud when I do this, aren’t you ashamed?”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who acts so cocky and bratty outside the bedroom, but the second you’re on top of him, he’s gasping, gripping your hips, and whispering “Please… don’t stop.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who makes you beg even though he’s the one desperate. “Say it. Say you missed me. Say you want my cock or I’m not giving it to you.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who always makes it look like you’re just friends when you’re out, but under the table? His fingers are up your skirt and he’s got that smirk like it’s a game. “You’re doing so well pretending nothing’s happening.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who gets off on making you lose control. One second he’s teasing, the next you’re crying his name into the mattress. “You always break so easily for me. Pathetic.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who knows exactly which spot to hit and how hard, and he doesn’t stop until your voice is wrecked and your legs are shaking. “One more, baby. You can give me one more.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who leaves you marked on purpose…(bruises, bites, hickeys)so that no matter where you go, everyone knows exactly who had you last night.
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who secretly loves cuddling after, even if he plays it cool. He’s spooning you, hand still wrapped around your thigh like he’s scared you’ll leave. “Tired you out, huh?”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who sends you videos of himself touching his dick while whining and moaning your name just so you know how bad he’s got it for you. “Only think about you. Only ever you.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who can’t help but call during the day just to hear your voice. “Just wanted to hear you. Thinking about last night and I can’t focus.”
Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who tells you it’s just sex, nothing more… but kisses you like he means it, touches you like he owns you, and whispers “You’re mine.” like it’s a promise.
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get him back!
summary: years after your messy breakup that broke up the band, you and mingyu are forced back together for a reunion tour—and the public can’t get enough of your chemistry. on stage, you’re electric, but backstage it’s all snide comments, heated arguments, and mingyu slipping in petty lyric changes just to piss you off. you’re not sure what’s worse: how much you still hate him or how much you don’t.
⇢ pairing: lead guitarist!kim mingyu x lead singer!fem!reader ⇢ contains: romance, angst, smut (oral sex, unprotected sex (please stay safe irl!), wall sex, angry sex, overstimulation, dirty talk), exes to lovers au, band au, profanity, smoking, alcohol consumption—please let me know if i’ve missed anything! ⇢ word count: 16.7k ⇢ note: inspired by daisy jones & the six by taylor jenkins reid and get him back! by olivia rodrigo
i). wait, is this the song with the drums?
Your first instinct, when Minghao drops the news about the reunion tour, is to shake your head and vehemently say no.
“Absolutely not,” you say, holding up a hand like that might somehow physically block the idea from reaching you. Minghao simply raises an eyebrow and adjusts his glasses.
“It’s not a request,” he replies, flipping through the stack of papers he brought with him. “It’s happening whether you’re on board or not. Your contract’s airtight.”
“That’s impossible,” you scoff, folding your arms defensively. “I specifically remember agreeing to no future projects involving him.”
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Lovesick Fool
Word count: 1.3K Summary: “But you’re so huggable,” he murmured, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “Boss,” Wonwoo finally spoke, sounding both resigned and mildly entertained. “We were in the middle of something.” “Yeah,” Vernon chimed in. “You were just threatening some guy’s entire bloodline, remember?” Pairing: S.coups x reader
Taglist: @haaruki @agaha127 @zaycie @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120 @ltfirecracker
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📲 Calm BF!Wonwoo x hyper gf
Paring: wonwoo x f!reader. Genre | tags: fake texts, smau, oneshot, fuff, humor/comedy. Warnings: Suggestive, so much fluff, typo again. Requested: YES/no.
A/N: This is probably one of my all-time faves I’ve ever made <3 I seriously loved it so much. I really hope I did the request justice! 💕
― REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♡
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the peephole
jeonghan x afab! reader x seokmin
synopsis: three knocks and you come undone…
warnings: porn with little plot + bits of aftercare; vampire jeonghan, implied poly relationship, pathetic/quiet reader, pathetic seokmin, dom! seokmin, sub! reader, voyeur jeonghan, petnames, bad smut i wrote at 11pm, not proofread
song: monitoring - deco*27
18+
wc: 1.3k
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FALLING OVER YOU
Loving you wasn’t something he’d ever need to be convinced to do. It was as easy as breathing.
❧ PAIRING; jeonghan x reader
❧ GENRE; fluff
❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, alcohol consumption, drunk reader gets hurt, soft bf jeonghan, light humour, FLUFF
❧ WORDCOUNT; 1.7k
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▍12 MARCH 2025
The wedding reception was in full swing. The grand ballroom shimmered under golden chandeliers while laughter and music filled the lively air. You had been drinking since the cocktail hour, taking pleasure in the way the bubbles tickled your throat, and the coolness of alcohol making everything feel lighter and funnier. By the time the dance floor opened, you were undeniably drunk. Happily, recklessly, and joyously so.
And Jeonghan? He stood at a distance, leaning casually against the beverage bar with a glass of whiskey in hand. The ice clinked softly within the glass as he swirled the drink, but his attention was elsewhere.
You.
You were so radiant as you swirled and twirled, laughing with unfiltered joy. Your dress flared with every spin, which messed your hair from the movement, but you didn’t care. Neither did he. You were too caught up in the moment with the bride and your other old school friends, dancing like no one was watching.
But Jeonghan was. He always was.
You looked free. So genuinely happy that it made his chest tighten in an unfamiliar way. It wasn’t often you let go like this. You didn’t have a big circle of friends, and sometimes, that quiet loneliness weighed on you more than you admitted.
But here? Here, you shone while being surrounded by familiar faces, old friends who knew pieces of you that Jeonghan didn’t.
When another upbeat song blasted through the speakers, you threw your arms around the bride as you both squealed and jumped in excitement. The way you moved with an energy so infectious and your laugh ringing out over the music, the other guests couldn’t help but be drawn in by your carefree spirit. Some even joined in. You spun too fast, causing your balance to falter for just a second before you recovered with a hearty laugh.
Jeonghan chuckled under his breath while shaking his head.
“Your girl’s having the time of her life,” one of his friends teased as he nudged him with an elbow.
Jeonghan cracked a small smirk, lifting his glass to his lips. “She always does” he responded.
Tonight seemed a little different to him. He saw you drunk before. He saw you let loose and have fun. But this was a bit different.
Maybe it was the nostalgia in the air with the way you clung to the bride like you were sixteen again. Maybe it was the way your smile didn’t wavered all night. Maybe it was just you being unrestrained and absolutely captivating.
And Jeonghan? He was just standing there, watching. And falling a little more in love with you.
When the song ended, you doubled over, breathless with laughter. You gripped the bride’s shoulders for support as you tried not to collapse from the high of it all. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and nonstop dancing. The bride was laughing too, both of you hanging onto each other like teenagers at your first party.
And then, there he was.
You caught sight of your boyfriend leaning casually against the bar with the other guys. He held a drink in one hand, but his eyes were locked on you with that damn smirk. The same one that made your heart skip every time.
Your giddy smile widened impossibly more. You didn’t even think.
Without hesitation, you grabbed the bottom of your dress and hiked it up just enough to free your legs. Then you took off, running towards him like you were in some ridiculous rom-com.
Jeonghan straightened instantly, and his smirk vanished into something closer to alarm as his eyes scanned your legs.
Your heels. Your long, trailing dress.
“Y/n, slow dow—”
Too late.
Your heel caught the fabric, snagging on the hem with perfect, cruel timing.
Everything swayed.
Your body pitched forward as your foot twisted at an unnatural angle. Pain shot up your leg instantly. Your arms flailed out instinctively, but there was nothing to grab, nothing to stop the inevitable.
You crashed to the ground with a hard thud and a sharp, agonising squeal that silenced the space around you.
Jeonghan’s heart slammed into his ribs. The glass slipped from his hand and fell onto the bar top as he bolted forward, pushing past the other guys without apology.
You were already curled into yourself as your hands clutched your ankle. Your face was twisted in pain, and your lips trembled as you tried not to cry.
“Ow, ow, ow!” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as the sharp sting started radiating from your ankle up your calf.
The music didn’t stop, and neither did the wedding festivities. Some people nearby gasped while some others laughed, but Jeonghan tuned them all out. His expression was pure panic disguised as calm, the way he always got when he was scared.
“Baby,” he crouched beside you as his hands were already reaching out to check your ankle.
“Are you okay?”
You cracked one eye open, lip wobbling as you tried to play it down. Tried and failed.
“I think my ankle is broken.”
It came out in a pitiful pout, and for a split second, Jeonghan almost smiled at how dramatic it sounded. Almost.
“Let me see.” His tone shifted, lower and more certain now. He gently lifted the bottom of your dress as he bunched it above your knee.
Your ankle was already swelling, flushed an angry red. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, careful not to touch the spot that looked the worst. “It might just be sprained, but we’re not waiting around to find out.”
“I didn’t even run that fast” you said with a slight slur, blinking at him.
“Why were you even running? Have you seen the heels you’re wearing?” he tutted.
“I was excited!” you whined, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “You looked hot standing there.”
He let out a breathy laugh — just a small one — as he slid his arms under you. “You’re so drunk right now.”
“I know” you nodded sagely before gasping. “Hannie! This is so bad. How am I supposed to dance now?”
“You’re not,” he said firmly, not missing a beat. His tone was firm and final, and it made your face fall and bottom lip jut out even further.
“But I love dancing!” you cried, leaning into him as he adjusted you securely in his arms.
“And I love you, but you’re not risking making it worse,” he said, kissing your temple gently as he stood up fully.
You squeaked at the movement and quickly curled into him like a koala, arms locking tightly around his neck and your cheek pressing against his shoulder. The music still pulsed in the background, but none of it mattered now.
“Guess you’re carrying me around like a princess for the rest of the night,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, breathing in the comforting scent of his woodsy cologne.
“Guess I am,” he sighed, smiling despite the situation.
He carefully carried you away from the main crowd and into the quiet hallway just outside the ballroom, slipping through an open door and into a side lounge area that was set up for guests needing a break from the dancing. It was dim and quieter — just the way he needed it to be right now.
Jeonghan was painfully gentle as he lowered you onto the plush velvet sofa, moving as if you were made of glass. You winced as your ankle was settled on a throw pillow. The pressure was minimal but it was still enough to make your toes curl.
He sat beside you, his hand immediately finding yours. “Do you want me to find some ice?” he asked softly, brushing the hair from your face.
You nodded, “please…” your lips trembled.
He was up in a second, vanishing down the hallway like a man on a mission, and returned moments later with a small hotel ice bucket wrapped in napkins. He kneeled in front of you as he gently pressed the makeshift compress against your ankle.
You flinched at first, then sighed at the cool relief. “That’s better,” you breathed, slumping into the sofa with your eyes fluttering closed.
Jeonghan looked up at you, taking in the disheveled mess you were. Hair wild, mascara smudged from the tears you didn't let fall, lipstick faint on your lips after all the drinking and dancing. And still, his heart clenched.
“You know, for someone who can barely walk, you’re still kind of cute,” he said, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.
You cracked one eye open and smiled lazily. “You think I’m cute even when I’m a drunk disaster?”
He chuckled and brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Especially then. You’re very honest when you’re drunk. And a little clingy.”
“A little?” you scoffed. You sat up and immediately threw your arms around him again, clinging to his torso like a sloth.
“You’re lucky I didn’t propose on the dance floor.”
He laughed into your hair. “You kind of did, actually. Right before you tried to sprint in heels.”
You gasped. “No! What did I say?”
“Something about making me yours forever and then calling me ‘Yoon Jeonghan, Lord of Whiskey and My Heart.’”
“I hate me” you buried your face into his shoulder.
He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “I love you. Every ridiculous, dramatic, beautiful inch of you.”
Your heart fluttered at that. And when you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, his expression softened even more. His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw, and then his lips were on yours. Gentle and warm. The kind of kiss that didn’t need to rush, that you were safe here.
You kissed him back with the same quiet intensity, letting your fingers curl into his shirt. “Can we stay here a while?” you asked when you finally pulled back.
“As long as you want.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes lingering on your face like it was the only view that mattered.
A comfortable silence fell between you. He kept the ice pressed to your ankle, and with your head resting on his shoulder, you began to drift.
“Promise me you’ll carry me like this forever,” you mumbled sleepily.
He leaned down and kissed your temple again, arms wrapping around you protectively. “Even when you can walk again, I’ll still carry you if you want me to.”
“I do.”
Jeonghan’s heart skipped at the words — slurred and accidental as they were — and for a moment, he let himself imagine it: the real version.
Loving you wasn’t something he’d ever need to be convinced to do. It was as easy as breathing.
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“are you mad at me?”
“no.”
mingyu decides that you are mad at him. he looks up at you, sprawled on the couch with his legs dangling off the other side.
“do you know what i found wedged in between the washing machine and the dryer today?” you ask him.
“what?” mingyu slips off the couch with a groan. he’s growing old, he thinks. both of you have crow’s feet at the corners of your eyes, but he likes to think of that as the mark of a life spent well with each other. the other day, you’d found a gray hair on his head while he was shaving and instead of sympathising with him, you’d laughed.
you purse your lips. “four socks.”
he winces. “oh.”
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Boyfriend | Choi Seung Cheol
- Pairing: bf!Seungcheol X Reader
- Genre: fluff and Seungcheol
- Warning: none, just Seungcheol
Boyfriend!Seungcheol who CARES about you. For him your wellbeing and safety comes before anything else. When you’re walking together, he always makes sure to be the one closest to the road. If you’re wearing a skirt and there are stairs he’ll walk behind you, shielding you from prying eyes, and if you sit he’ll quickly offer you his jacket to make you more comfortable. When you bend to pick up something he instinctively covers any sharp edge that’s potentially dangerous (you did bump into one and he still feels bad about it).
✧ thirsty
✧ kim mingyu x f!reader ✧ summary: joshua sends you a photo of your boyfriend wearing a tank top while working out and you just can't help but thirst. ✧ word count is approx. 5.2k ✧ tags: established relationship, smut ✧ warnings: mdni. gym & floor sex, masturbation, frottage. dirty talk, overstimulatoin. biting, thigh slapping, manhandling, roughness, improper use of gym equipment. crying during sex, crying kink. dom!gyu, slightly mean!gyu, big dick!gyu. reader has a vagina. ✧ request: i am on my knees begging you to write something about mingyu and the workout videos from today!! please!!!!
You were pissed and horny.
There was only a few times Mingyu asked to not be disturbed. You knew that if you needed help or were in trouble he wouldn't mind being interrupted, but you couldn't help but think this particular trouble wasn't the kind he would so easily forgive for disrupting him.
It was all Joshua's fault, you thought as you shoved your hand between your thighs. You did nothing for a moment, letting your hand mold against your cunt, little sparks of anticipation shooting through your cut. Then you slowly rocked forward against your palm mouth immediately grimacing in pleasure at the relief.
The picture Joshua sent of Mingyu was still on your phone, the line of Mingyu's shoulders filling your screen. He was wearing that ridiculously tight black tank that you had purchased a year ago, before he had bulked up and grew into another size. It clung to him as if it was a second skin, showing off the wideness of his shoulders, the curves of his biceps. He was reaching up, back muscles flexing.
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Anonymous asked:
Can you do mingyu with some Mafia au ...pls pls pls...I just really like your writingss
I am kinda obsessed with your writings
Is that blood? ||Mingyu Mafia Au
Notes: my last one for tonight guys saved the longest for last hehe enjoyyy
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The door to the luxurious mansion slammed shut as Mingyu walked in, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. He was a member of a powerful mafia, and he took his job seriously. As he made his way through the house, he could hear soft footsteps coming from upstairs. He smirked to himself, knowing exactly who it was. Mingyu quietly made his way up the stairs and towards the bedroom, where he found you lying on the bed, waiting for him.
"You're here," you said, sitting up and smiling at him. Mingyu's smirk widened as he walked towards the bed. "Of course I am," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "I couldn't stay away from you."
He sat down on the bed beside you, his hand trailing up your thigh. "You look gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body. You looked down and saw the blood on Mingyu's hands, your eyes widening in surprise. "Mingyu, what happened?" you asked, your voice filled with concern.
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Anonymous asked:
Jealous Joshua. Omg I cantttt 😍😍
Notes: had a lil break but now I’m back hehe miss me??
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Joshua couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched you laughing and joking with the other members. They were all vying for your attention, trying to make you smile and laugh, and it was driving him crazy. He tried to act nonchalant, but he couldn't deny the possessive feeling that was building up inside him. He wanted you to look at him, to laugh at his jokes, to give him all of your attention.
As the day went on, his jealousy only grew stronger. He found himself becoming more and more irritable, snapping at the other members whenever they got too close to you. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled you aside, away from the others, and cornered you in a quiet hallway.
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Can you do like its dripping and seungcheol puts it back and getting turned on again and the cycle repeats until they're tired lol HAHAHAHA S6RST8DOHCOHD7RS8T
Notes: stop this was such a good request thank you for requesting it hehe
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Seungcheol had a particular kink, and it involved seeing his cum dripping out of you. He loved watching it slowly trickle down your thighs, a physical reminder of the pleasure he had given you. He had you pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you slowly and sensually. He was taking his time, savoring the feeling of your body against his.
"You're so tight," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I love how you feel around me." He could feel his orgasm building, but he held back, wanting to make this last as long as possible. He pulled out slightly, watching as his cum began to drip out of you.
"Look at that," he said, his voice filled with a mix of possessiveness and awe. "It's dripping out of you." He pushed back in, burying himself to the hilt once more. The feeling of his cum being forced back inside you was almost too much for him to handle. Seungcheol groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he began to move again. He couldn't get enough of the sight of his cum dripping out of you, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.
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Anonymous asked:
Wonwoo, "ride my face baby"
Notes: ugh it’s good to be back honestly hehe so happy that I’m writing
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Wonwoo had you pinned down on the bed, his body hovering over yours as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze.
"You look so beautiful like this," he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I could look at you all day." He leaned down to kiss you, his lips moving slowly and sensually against yours. His tongue teased your bottom lip, begging for entrance, which you granted without hesitation.
As the kiss deepened, his hands began to roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessive touch. He took his time, savoring the feel of your skin against his fingers. Eventually, he pulled away from the kiss and moved down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. He stopped at your hips, looking up at you with a devilish grin.
"Ride my face baby," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to taste you." You looked at him with a mix of surprise and excitement, your heart racing in your chest.
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Anonymous asked:
i need a jeonghan fic js like the ‘He’s needy’ one !! lowk need his hips snapping urgently against mine
Notes: damn I can’t believe is uploading crazy guys hehe my request are back open for everyone <3
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Jeonghan had been feeling needy all day, his thoughts constantly drifting to you. He couldn't focus on anything else, his mind consumed by the desire for you. When you finally got home, Jeonghan pounced on you, pulling you into a heated kiss. He pressed his body against yours, his hips grinding against yours urgently.
"I need you," he groaned, his voice thick with need. "I need you so badly." You wrapped your arms around him, feeling his desperation in the way he clung to you. His hands roamed over your body, touching and squeezing everywhere they could reach.
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‘MV SHOOT’
MDNI 18+
SUMMARY | wonwoo and mingyu invite you over for a 'mv shooting’.
PAIRING | idol!mingyu x fem!reader x idol!wonwoo
CONTENT | threesome, unprotected sex (be safe), dumbification, slight choking, degrading, sub! reader, nipple play, overstimulation
WORDS | 693
A/N | sleepy write before bed. was watching nana tour while doing this lol.
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older bf! seungcheol x college student! reader (f) ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
a/n; doing this for my own sanity // word count; 1.2k
content; age gap, size difference, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cock-warming, hair-pulling, spanking, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, tummy bulge, office sex, smut with the smallest amount of plot
MDNI 18+ after cut
OLDER BF! CHEOL who first met you at your part-time job at the coffee shop near your home. shaky hands and pretty smile handing him his coffee, at his now go-to place. he knew his confident aura and flirty looks were being picked up by you. you were smart, just very shy and he liked that. he left you his number on the receipt after signing, along with a $20 tip. giving you chills as he gave you a wink and a small smirk before leaving the shop.
OLDER BF! CHEOL who gave you a date,time, and place as soon as you agreed to meeting with him. the restaurant he chose proved all your assumptions as it was extremely fancy. like you never thought you’d step foot in a place like this. his first time seeing you outside of work and oh he was in love. your hair out of that cute ponytail and perfectly sitting on your shoulders. the dress was simple but still made you look stunning. and him wow. his entirely black suit with the sleeves lifted, showing his huge arms that you so badly want to have on you.
OLDER BF! CHEOL who swears you can quit school and he will provide everything for you. you giggle at his request but decline as you believe he could do that, but you still wanted to pursue your career. he admits defeat and tells you how much he admires your ambition while keeping his eyes trained on you. you knew you were probably blushing like an idiot but somehow it felt right to, you wanted him to know how hot he makes you.