I'll Keep An Eye Out! Super Excited ☺️
I'll keep an eye out! Super excited ☺️
INNINGS.
PART I
Seungmin x reader. (s,f)
Chapters: Part II / Part III
Author's note: I'm in the mood for a fluff, this is actually the most sfw fic I've ever written. Part 2 will be out next Sunday!
"I have written down all the ideas, and you can start by trying to develop each one into a story," you pushed the note to him and showed him the things you jotted down during the brainstorming you did a while ago.
Seungmin nodded as you gave him detailed instructions cause it was his turn to continue working on the group project of writing a piece of fiction for the creative writing class.
You gave up guessing why he took the class in the first place because his major is Management, plus, he's a star of our baseball team, you don't see why he needs to work this hard because he's already earned his place.
"I will try my best," he said to you and took the note from you.
You gathered all of your things from the table and stuffed them into your bag.
"You got any other plans for today?" He asked, pushing his hair to the back, and it only made his hair messy, but the attractive kind of messy.
You shook your head, "I don't make plans on the weekend. I usually just stay at home and eat and sleep," you winced, regretting that you gave him too much information that he didn't need to hear.
"I don't have any plans as well," he said, slinging his backpack on his shoulder, "I was thinking if we can go somewhere together?"
You looked at him, and he looked at you with a glint of anticipation, waiting for your answer.
"Only if you want to, of course," he immediately added.
It was only 5 in the afternoon, and there was no harm in going somewhere with him, and who knows, you might enjoy spending your weekend not cooped out in your small rented studio.
You nodded, "Yeah, sure, why not?" And tried to sound coy when you gave your answer.
He beamed a smile at you, he stood from his chair, "shall we go now?" He asked.
"Do you have any ideas on where to go?" You asked him once both of you exited the library. The sun was still shining, and it felt nice to feel the warm glow of it after spending hours in the library.
"I have a place to go to have some fun," he said, fixing up the collar of his varsity jacket that he always wears almost every day, and when he is not wearing it, he carries it around by hanging it on the strap of his backpack.
You have no idea what kind of fun he has in mind, but you got curious to find out what kind of person he is outside the campus.
"Oh, that sounds nice," you responded with a smile.
It was hard to catch up on his walk because his stride is wide, and you had to walk a little faster to match your pace with him.
He was aware of it too, he suppressed a laugh when he realized you were half-jogging rather than walking, then decided to slow down, taking smaller steps as you both made your way through the crowded streets.
Seungmin took you somewhere that somehow looked like a parking lot, but once you entered the place and the constant thumping sounds you heard from the inside, you recognized that it is a batting cage.
"So, this is your idea of fun?" You asked him with eyes widened in disbelief, "more baseball?"
He nodded while grinning.
"I mean, you practice baseball all week long, and you play some more baseball to have fun?" You asked again since his first answer didn't satisfy you.
He nodded again, "this is fun," he assured you, then went checked in. The man at the front desk showed him the available slot among the row of cages.
"Come on!" He told you, and you followed him from behind. Your eyes lingered on the broad of his shoulders from the back, and his varsity jacket does nothing but accentuate it.
He opened the door to the batting cage, took a bat, and practiced a few swings before the machine started shooting balls in his direction. You winced every time Seungmin hit the ball right with the bat and made a loud popping sound.
And this is why he's the baseball star, he nailed every throw pitched at him, you knew it wasn't the same with the real game but still, watching him doing what he's good at is another level of attractive.
He lightly panted, then put down the baseball bat, opened the door, and held out his hand at you.
"It's your turn now!" He announced, stepping down a stair still with his hand held out at you.
You looked down at his hand with veins coiling on the back of his hand and down to his long, slender fingers.
"Huh?" Your eyes widen, nonplussed, "I'm not playing," you meekly said.
"I'll teach you," he said with a smile.
You shook your head, "No, no, no," you kindly refused his offer, "I'll stay here and cheer you up,"
He rolled his eyes, "my hand is getting tired here," his eyes motioned to his still outstretched hand at you.
You grimaced but caved in at the end, you took his hand, and he helped you climb the stairs into the cage.
"Just a warning, I'm so bad at sports," you whined, almost like a fussy toddler.
Seungmin handed you a wooden bat, "that's why I'm here,"
You reluctantly took the baseball bat from him, "I-"
Seungmin grabbed you by your waist and positioned yourself in front of him, facing to the side.
He placed his hands on your shoulders next, "first, line up your shoulders with your legs,"
You stood up straighter and did what he told you to do.
Seungmin looked down at your feet, "spread your legs wider," he ordered.
"Oh, wow, and you didn't even buy me dinner first," you joked and regretted saying it once it got out of your mouth.
Seungmin softly chuckled with his cheeks blushing profusely.
He cleared his throat, then put his hands on the small of your back, "keep your knees bend," he ordered.
You obeyed and bent your knees, awkwardly.
"Don't crouch or stoop," he warned, he grabbed your waist and swayed your body side to side, "it's important to have a steady and grounded stance," he added.
"Now, let me see how you hold the bat," he commanded.
You lifted the baseball bat and held it the way you know how to hold it.
"Is it right?" You asked him.
He put his hands on yours, "Don't hold the bat in the palms, it won't allow you to flex your wrist," he commented, then helped you wrap your fingers around the bat.
He traced your knuckles with his fingers, "see this?" He asked you.
You nodded.
"You should line up your knuckles," he said, so attentive as if he was training you to be a player.
When he was sure you gripped the bat the correct way, he showed you how to take a good swing. He practiced with you a few times as he whispered instructions so close to your ear.
"Keep your body in a straight line and keep your eyes on the ball," he instructed, again practicing another swing along with you.
"Relax your muscles and be ready," he finished but with his body pushed so close behind you only makes it harder for you to relax.
He put his hands away from yours and stepped back, "I think you're ready," he announced with a grin.
You suddenly felt so self-conscious that he left you on your own, "what if I'm not hitting any ball?" You asked him.
"We can always play another round," he casually said.
You roughly wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans before gripping the bat again, "what if the ball hit me in the face?"
Seungmin burst out laughing, "that won't happen," he assured you, then got out of the cage to watch you behind the chain-linked fence.
You let out a long sigh as the machine signaled that it was ready to pitch the ball, you repeated the instructions Seungmin gave you earlier in your head.
"Keep your eyes on the ball," you repeatedly said.
With a loud pop, the ball shot in your direction, and instead of swinging your bat, you dodged it.
"What am I doing??" You frantically shouted at yourself, then uneasily glanced at Seungmin.
"It's okay, just keep your eyes on the ball!" He instructed again.
You quickly got ahold of yourself, then gripped the bat so tight, you shifted your focus back ahead.
"Keep your eyes on the ball," you repeatedly said to yourself like it was a scared prayer.
When the ball came at you, you held up your bat over your shoulder just like how you practiced, then when the ball was close enough, you began to swing it, and there was a loud bang.
You successfully hit the ball with the bat, your mouth agape in surprise, then looked at Seungmin in awe.
"I did that?!" You asked him for confirmation.
He nodded while grinning from ear to ear, "look straight ahead! The next one is about to come!" He reminded you.
You succeeded in batting 6 out 10 and insisted on going for another round to make a better record.
"Not going to lie, that was so much fun!" You exclaimed with a stupid grin on your face.
Seungmin held out his hand to help you get down the stairs but ended up lifting you by your waist to get you off since you were too ecstatic to watch your steps.
"I'm glad you had fun!" He sincerely said, then put a cold canned drink in your hand, "here's to soothe your hand"
You looked at the inside of your hands and winced, "ouch!"
You didn't realize your palms were red and raw from gripping the bat too hard, you squeezed the canned drink and let the cold seep in.
"Your turn now!" You said to him.
"You want me to go again?"
You nodded, "yes," you replied while wrapping both of your hands around the cold canned drink.
"Okay then, I'll go," he said then got into the cage.
You watched as he took his stance and swung the bat over his shoulder like it was a natural thing to do, many people had been saying he looked so attractive when he plays, and that was when you knew what the fuzz is all about.
"Do you think I can make it into the team?" You half-heartedly asked him as you dipped your French fry into ketchup.
Maybe because you weren't used to using your body for sports that you got so hungry and finished the burger in under a few minutes.
"Maybe," he replied, after a moment of hard thinking.
You chuckled and dipped another fry into the ketchup then shoved it into your mouth.
"You got something..." he said to you, gesturing to your mouth.
You quickly wiped whatever was on your mouth.
He shook his head, "I'm sorry, but I have to invade your private space," he said to you before reaching up and wiping a drop of ketchup on the corner of your mouth with a tissue.
You hurriedly took the tissue from him and wiped it yourself, "thanks," you muttered and roughly wiped all over your mouth, just in case.
You looked down to avoid his gaze that somehow made you flustered. You never felt like this for a long time, the butterflies, the heart flips, and whatever it is that made the cold of your heart slowly melt. Actually, you never let yourself feel all of these things because they were all trivial and always led you to disappointment.
But something about him made your heart shift, all of these times, you thought of him as not more than just a popular guy on the campus, and that he'd act like an actual jock.
You smiled because he isn't so bad, maybe you shouldn't trust your prejudice in the first place.
"How're your hands?" He asked you.
You held out your hands with your palms up, "it wasn't as hurt," you answered.
He leaned forward to look at your hands, and his fingers trailed the bumps on your palms, "apply some ointment when you get home," he suggested.
"Can I see your hands?" You asked him, out of curiosity.
He held out his hands at you on the table.
You saw how his hands are calloused and rough, from years and years of training and holding a bat, you traced the bumps on his palm and cooed.
When you looked up, his face was so close to yours, and you could see the shine of his dark hair and imagined how soft it would feel in your hands.
He lifted his head, and his eyes met yours, you retracted yourself immediately, feeling flustered.
"My friend always said I don't have a knack for sports. I can't wait to tell her about today," you said with a grin on your face.
Seungmin softly laughed, his hand wrapped around his cup of soda.
"So, how long you've been friends with Kim?" He suddenly asked.
You got taken aback by his question but gave him the benefit of the doubt, he probably had seen you around with Kim on the campus.
"We're friends since junior high school," you answered, then reclined on your seat.
"She is quite something," Seungmin said with a snicker.
That was when the smile on your face slowly fades, not again, you said to yourself.
"She has a lot of fireworks in her," he added.
You scoffed and laughed to yourself, "yeah, she is," you half-heartedly added.
You refused Seungmin’s offer to drive you home and took the bus home instead, you felt the urge to be alone and be in your own space.
Arrived in your cramped, small studio, you face-planted onto your bed and just let your thoughts drown you in like usual.
You thought about how Seungmin almost got you with your guard down only to find out he was just like another guy who tried to get close to you, with the ultimate intention to get close to your best friend, Kim.
Kim is undeniably attractive, but apart from her physical appearance, she is the kind of person who got everything that comes easy for her and is good at everything. She knows how to get around people, in conclusion, she's everything you are not. She's always been the center of attention the moment you became friends with her, and you have always been there by her side, as the sidekick, the less attractive of the two, and last but not least, a quick gateway if anyone wanted to get close to her.
It had happened more than a handful of times already, some guys approached you only to ask you about Kim. You reminded yourself that it's not her fault, she didn't ask to be born that attractive the same as you didn't ask to be born less attractive than her.
You never felt bothered by it but sometimes, sometimes you just got so tired of explaining yourself to people that you are more than just Kim's best friend.
The next time you met Seungmin to work on your project, you worked in silence and only talked when you needed to. The silence became so deafening that Seungmin sensed something was slightly amiss.
"Are you okay?" He asked you while shuffling the papers in his hands.
"Yes," you shortly replied without looking away from the screen of your laptop.
You both continued working with the dead air hung in the space between you and him, it wasn't easy for you too but you swore to yourself never to let your guard down again.
Once you were done typing everything on your laptop, you shut it down and closed it.
"I think we're done," you informed him, gathering your notes on the table and putting your pens back into the case.
"I can do the final editing," Seungmin offered, but with the unpleasant look you gave him, he retreated himself.
"If you let me, of course," he quickly added.
You put your things back inside your tote bag, "It's okay, I can do it for us," you kindly refused.
Seungmin smiled back, "To be honest, you'll do a better job than me," he weakly said.
You felt bad for being so sour when all he did was being good to you, you forced a smile and said, "I'll email you the final edit, and you can tell me if there's something you want to change," you said to him.
He smiled back at you, and somehow it made you feel so warm inside.
"Can I treat you dinner?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he did.
You hummed for a while before coming up with an answer, "what about I treat you tonight?" You offered.
Seungmin got slightly surprised by the turn of the event and that he thought things were coming back to normal between you two.
"Only if you let me treat you dinner the next time," he said with an eyebrow raised.
You shrugged in defeat, "sure!" You replied, then got up from your seat.
You settled on your favorite pizza place that serves the most delicious cheese pizza, but that night you ordered half cheese and half pepperoni in large size.
"I don't think the two of us can finish this," Seungmin said when he looked down at the steaming pizza with cheese bubbling on top, the smell of it was almost aphrodisiac.
You pushed his cup of drink to the front of him on the table, "someone will be joining us soon," you told him.
And just like she was being summoned, Kim came through the door and shot you a teeth-baring smile the moment he spotted you.
You waved at her, and she half-jogged to your table, "oh my God, the pizza is here already!" She exclaimed.
She quickly sat down on the empty chair between you and Seungmin, she didn't waste time to take a slice and bit on it.
With her mouth busy chewing the food, she turned her head and jolted on her seat, "Oh, Seungmin!" She exclaimed.
You handed her your cup of drink, and she quickly swallowed her food to take a sip, "did you guys just work on that project together?" She asked.
Your eyebrows were raised in question because you never told her about it, well, you told her about the project but not about who your partner is.
You stifled a nod, "Yes, but how-"
"Always a pleasure to meet you, Kim," Seungmin cut in, then bit into his pizza.
Kim nodded in acknowledgment. So they have talked to each other before? It was obvious now because they didn't seem awkward toward each other.
"Seungmin, are you even allowed to eat pizza? Aren't you suppose to be on a strict diet?" Kim teased as she shove a piece of pizza crust into her mouth.
Seungmin snickered, "Only if you don't tell, Kim,"
"Are you aware that you'll not be 22 forever?" She asked him, taking another slice and tearing a piece.
"Yes, but I don't see how is that related to pizza," he replied.
You watched their conversation intently like watching a tennis match, Kim turned her head at you and laughed.
"Oh, have I told you that Seungmin and I went to the same kindergarten," she explained and tore another piece of pizza.
You gasped at the newfound revelation.
"Our moms are sort of besties," Kim explained more.
It was getting more obvious that they are close, closer than you thought. You nodded along and felt your appetite dissipate as you watched them talking and how good they looked together. And you saw the bigger picture, that maybe it wasn't a bad idea for them to be together and maybe they're meant to be, you never know but it was time for you to be out of that picture.
You dropped your unfinished slice of pizza and got up from your seat,
"I'm sorry, guys, but I have to go," you informed and hastily gathered all of your things, "I forgot that I have something to do with my mom and that I-" you blabbered, "I need to clean my room or else she'd give me hell," you sighed from excessive explanation you did.
"But you haven't finished your pizza yet, it's your favorite cheese pizza!" Kim said, getting up from her seat, but you pushed her back down onto her seat.
"I'm in a hurry, you know my mom," you came up with a false excuse.
"I'll go with you then," Kim offered.
"No, no, please stay," you refused and took a step back from the table,
"Stay and eat the pizza. It's my treat," you convinced her and put on a smile, "I'll be taking the bus, do not worry," you added.
"I can drive you if you're in a hurry," Seungmin offered.
You shook your head, "No, no, no, it's okay," you quickly refused.
You slowly retreated from the table, "I'll get going now, bye everyone!" You waved your hand at them then walked out of the door. You resisted the urge to look back and kept on walking.
Later at night, Kim came knocking on your door and barged in the second you opened the door.
"I know there's something wrong," she exclaimed as she plopped down on the love seat. She looked around your small studio and sighed, "you would have cleaned your desk if your mom really is coming," she said, looking up at you with squinted eyes.
"Your mom's favorite drama is playing every Saturday night, and on Sunday morning, she has that volunteer work at the nursing home," she elaborated as she put up her legs on the seat.
You probably shouldn't have lied to your friend, especially the one that had known you for years and knew every detail of your life
There was no way to escape this but to come out clean. You sighed then sat next to her, "Seungmin likes you, and I think," you paused and tried to ignore the twinge in your heart when you mentioned his name, "he's a good guy, and I think you look good together,"
Kim burst out laughing and reached for the snack you always stored under the table, opened a pack of chips, and began munching.
"I'm just trying to set you guys," you weakly said.
"You sound like a total dumbass right now," she said with her mouth full of food.
"I am not going to take that personally," you sneered at her.
Kim sat up straighter and scooted closer to you, "Listen," she began, "what I'm about to say to you is a hundred percent confidential, but since you got your panties in a twist, I have to intervene here,"
You looked at her rather confused and wide-eyed, "what are you talking about?"
She stopped munching and put down the bag of chips on the table, "Seungmin likes you," she said.
Your heart skipped a beat, "what?"
"He likes you," she repeated, "at the beginning of the term, he asked what classes you took, and you think he took a creative writing class for the grade, no honey, he did all that for you," she explained with her index finger pointed at you.
But the more she explained, the more confused you got, "wait, what?"
Kim heavily sighed, "he did all that to get close to you! that's how much he likes you,"
"But I thought he likes you," you stuttered and froze on your seat, learning the newfound truth about his real intention to you.
Kim rolled her eyes, "please, I've seen him piss his pants during a school trip, and he has seen my face got swollen from my allergy. We disgusted each other enough to have a romantic feeling," she groaned.
You stifled a laugh, surprisingly feeling so relieved that it was just a misunderstanding and also felt bad for being unpleasant to him, or worst, he thought that you didn't have the same feeling for him.
"I think I just blew my chance," you sadly declared.
Kim patted your shoulder a few times, "Hey, I never said it's too late to get him now,"
You glanced at her, "you knew?"
"Of course, I know you like him," she said as if it was obvious to her, then took the bag of chips back on her lap and started munching again.
It had been days since the last time you met after that little mishap in the pizza place, you saw him around the campus but never could get yourself to, at least, say hi to him.
Plus, the piling assignments didn't help and kept you occupied the whole week. It took its peak when you got called to your professor's office.
Your heart beating out of control as you stood in front of the door of his office, you took a deep breath before finally knocking on his door.
"Come in!" You faintly heard the voice from inside the office.
You swung the door open and saw your professor was talking to another student in his office, only when you got closer did you realize it was Seungmin.
"I called you both to let you know that I really like your writing," your professor told you both as you stood there facing his desk.
You sighed in relief and felt the knot in your stomach loosen, you glanced at Seungmin and smiled at him, glad to see him again than hearing the praises from your lecturer.
When the appreciation speech ended, and he let you both be on your way, you sighed the second you closed the door behind you.
Seungmin stood there next to you, "I think we make a good team," he said to you.
You smiled because the first thing he said to you after that unfortunate day was a positive thing.
"Yeah, I think we did," you agreed.
There was a silence awkward after all, but you quickly came up with something from letting the silence go on, "I think we should celebrate it," you said to him.
Seungmin nodded, "I'd love that,"
You thought of a place you can go to later when you are both done with your classes, "I think we can go to that cafe we-"
"But I can't, I have practice today," Seungmin added.
You closed your mouth and stopped talking, "oh," you tried not to sound sad but failed.
Seungmin pushed his hair to the back and always looked attractive doing so, "what about tomorrow?"
"Yes, sure," you immediately answered and winced for answering it too quickly.
Seungmin softly laughed, his eyes crinkled under the sunny afternoon light. He looked down at his phone screen to check the time, "I'll text you for tomorrow, I have to go now," he said, hoisting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.
You nodded in acknowledgment, "yeah, you better get going," you said to him.
He flashed a smile that melts you from the inside, "I'll see you," he said with so much hope to see you again.
"Trust me, even though he didn't say it's a date, it is a date!" Kim said through your speakerphone.
You didn't know how long you had been trying out on some outfits for today, no matter how embarrassing it was to call your friend to help you pick on an outfit to hang out with a guy, you were just that desperate.
You slumped on the couch, "I don't think it's too late to bail on him,"
"Don't you dare!!!" Kim barked, "Put that outfit on and get your ass out there," she instructed, you could imagine her saying that while rolling her eyes.
"Then what?"
"Just be you," she said, "it sounds so cliche, but he likes you way before all this, so there's nothing to worry about," she convinced you, "and I have to go because my mom needs my help in the kitchen, good luck and bye!" She quickly ended the phone call.
You entered the cafe clutching the side of your skirt out of nerves, you spotted him right away on the table you both once worked your project on.
With hesitant steps, you walked up to him as your heart beat faster and faster.
His head tilted up when he realized you were coming his way, a bright smile rose on his face.
"Hey, you came," he said as soon as you were closing into his table.
"Yes, why wouldn't I?" You said back, you fought the urge to slap your mouth for saying it.
Seungmin chuckled, he got used to you blurting out whatever was inside your head.
"I was about to text you that I have to go somewhere," he said to you when you were already seated across the table from him.
"Huh? What?" You asked him, just in case you misheard him.
"My friends insisted on going to his party, and he won't stop until I really came," he explained.
You looked down at your lap, at your choice of skirt that took you hours to pick, and said, "oh," again, failing to not sound disappointed.
"I mean, would you come with me?" Seungmin asked again, rephrasing what he was trying to say to you.
"Going to the party with you?" you asked him in disbelief.
He nodded.
It wasn't like you never heard of a party before or had never been in one, but to be seen together with him at a party was a big deal.
"We don't have to go if you don't want to," Seungmin added with a reassuring smile.
But of course, you didn't want to disappoint him, maybe it was a party of a friend that is not from the campus. You braved yourself and nodded, "it's just a party, I say let's go," you said with such coy.
Being in a car with Seungmin and seeing him driving was something you never thought you would ever witness. But here you were, sitting on the passenger's side and stealing a few glances at him as he drove with his eyes focused on the road ahead.
You let yourself look at him for a while and saw that he is wearing a blue sky shirt underneath his varsity jacket with his hair is neatly styled and parted in the middle. Your eyes lowered to where his hands gripped the steering wheel that made the veins on his hands prominent.
You looked away when he was about to look your way, you were glad he was playing music, or else, he would hear the noises you made when he was about to catch you looking at him.
Forget about staying invisible at the party, everyone recognized you the moment you got out of Seungmin’s car and got so self-conscious, you thought of fleeing the scene and start running back home.
"We don't have to stay long," Seungmin said, he sensed that you were nervous being there with him, " I'll just say hi, and we can be on our way," he added.
His words didn't quite calm you down, but something about the way he inserted the word we as if it was something as natural. We and that we mean, you and him.
You shot a thin smile at him, "I'm alright, just take your time," you convinced.
Seungmin didn't bother to introduce you to anyone since you were already well acquainted with everyone, which is a perk from having a popular friend. You ignored the curious eyes on you and went on your way, but you decided that maybe Seungmin wouldn't like having you following him around like a puppy so you let him socialize with his peers that are mostly his baseball teammates.
But when you were about to leave his side, he grabbed you by your wrist, "I want you to meet my friends," he said to you.
You blinked a few times at him, not sure if you heard him right.
Seungmin introduced you to his friends, and you shook hands with each one of them, they didn't look as bitter as you think they would, they looked alright and welcoming instead.
"Let me get you a drink," one of his friends offered.
You kindly refused him, you knew the drink was spiked with alcohol, and you are not good at drinking.
When his friend handed you a drink, someone nudged your back and sent you tripped forward, the drink sloshing all over your white blouse.
Your mouth hung open, looked down at your blouse with a red stain on it and reeked of alcohol.
"I am so sorry," his friend quickly apologized.
You slightly shook your head at him, "it's fine, I'll excuse myself to the bathroom," you said to him and quickly made your way out of sight, out of Seungmin’s sight especially.
"It's the second door on the left," he shouted the direction to you then broke into a run.
You locked the bathroom door and hoped no one would come banging on it since you would be likely staying in there for a long time, at least until you washed off the stain on your blouse. And that too, only if you succeeded washing it off.
When you saw your reflection in the mirror, you got hopeless. The night had just started yet you were already a mess, and there was no way you could get rid of the stain on your blouse, you almost broke down crying when you heard a knock on the door, “A moment, please!” you shouted to whoever behind the door.
“It’s me,”
You recognized Seungmin’s voice right away, you reluctantly opened the door, just slightly ajar, and peeked out, “Hey, I’ll be out in a moment,” you immediately told him.
He didn’t say anything but handed you his jacket through the door, “Here, use my jacket,” he told you.
You took it from him.
“I’ll wait for you here,” he said again.
You nodded, “Okay,” then closed the door.
You stared at the varsity jacket that he always wears, draped around your hand, and hesitated to wear this saintly piece of clothing.
You reminded yourself that you have no choice but to wear it, and since there was no way for you to salvage the blouse, you threw it into the trash bin. You washed your hands, wiped the sticky juice with a wet cloth then put on Seungmin’s jacket next. It was too big that you pulled the sleeves up to not let your whole arms hands engulfed by it and buttoned the jacket since you were wearing nothing but your plain white bra underneath.
You fixed your hair and fixed your make-up, it was the least you could do to look presentable. You gained your composure back and opened the door, found Seungmin leaning against the wall waiting for you.
You smiled awkwardly at him, not feeling confident in his jacket and definitely not looking as good as him in it.
Just like he could see right through your mind, he said, “It looks good on you!”
“Thanks,” you shyly muttered to him.
“Shall we go now and continue our date?” he asked.
Your heart flipped at the word date, so Kim was right, it was a date after all. You nodded at him and began following him as he parted the sea of people filling in the place, your feet were on the floor, but you felt like you were floating.
“I’m sorry that we can’t have proper dinner meals,” he said to you as the both of you sat on the cap of the car with burgers and fries you bought from the drive-thru, looking out at the city view from the top of the parking building.
You smiled at him, “it’s more than alright! I love burgers!” you said to him with such enthusiasm.
Seungmin bit into his burger, “I’m sorry about your blouse,”
You swallowed the food in your mouth, “No worries. It’s just a blouse!”
When both of you were done with the food, you stared out at the view and enjoyed the pleasant night, despite the cold air kept blowing in your way, you were glad you were wearing his jacket.
“Kim said you were a quiet kid in kindergarten,” you told him.
“I still am,” he responded with a low chuckle.
“I’m not sure about that, you are a different kind of quiet,” you said, you shoved your hands into the pockets of the jacket.
“Yeah?” he asked, “What kind of quiet?”
You hummed, “The kind of quiet that is not because you don’t have anything to say, it’s actually the opposite, you have so many things to say but decide to only say things that people could perceive,”
Seungmin got quiet because he felt like you just saw through him.
You turned your head at him, “It’s okay to talk your thoughts out, you know, who knows you might find someone that understands you,” you finished with a smile.
Seungmin intently looked into your eyes and smiled, “I think I already did,” he said.
He was slowly leaning in at you when raindrops suddenly came pouring down on you, your hands covering your head, while Seungmin grabbed your hand and took you back into the car.
He opened the backseat door, and you hurried into the car so he could get in after you, you wiped the drops of water on his jacket with your hands and from your face, afraid that it ruined your make-up.
"I didn't know that it will rain today," he said as soon as closed the car door.
"I think it's the spring rain," you crooned and hugged yourself.
When it got quiet, the limited space of the car got a lot smaller by the second and none of you wanted to break it.
Seungmin cleared his throat and broke the heightened tension, "You know, Kim and I, we're just friends," he uttered out of the blue.
You already knew that he would say something about it at one point in the evening but didn't know he would choose this moment, were you both in the car and surrounded by the pattering of the rain.
"Yeah, I know," you told him, you shoved your hands into the jacket pockets, mostly to avoid the urge to touch him since his knee is only inches away from yours.
Seungmin got quiet again and shifted on his seat, "but you did think that I like Kim?"
You stifled a nod, "I got so used to being Kim's wingman," you joked.
Seungmin scooted closer to you on the seat, "Can I tell you something?" He asked.
You turned your head at him, "yes,"
"I like you," he said with eyes unwavering, looking deep into yours, "I like you a lot," he emphasized the last word to let you know how much feeling he has for you.
You smiled at him despite the burning feeling of blurting out how you felt about him to the tiniest details, but for now, you settled with, "I like you too," you said back, "a lot,"
A smile rose on his face, ever so softly, so gently as the sun rises. He leaned in so close, and you closed your eyes, soon after, you felt the plush of his lips on you.
Your heart palpitation and hands balled into fists inside the jacket pockets when he put his hand on your jaw. He opened his mouth and captured your lips between his, brushing his lips over yours like he was savoring a cone of ice cream.
He used his tongue to pry open your mouth until you gave in yourself, opening your mouth to him with a delightful sigh.
He didn't waste any time to taste you, invading your mouth with his tongue and twirling it with yours.
The kiss was slippery and hot, his fingers wrapped around the side of your jaw while his thumb steadily pulled your mouth down to keep it open.
You reclined on the seat and let him deepen the kiss, finally braved yourself to get your hands out of your pocket and tangled them in the soft of his hair.
The sounds of the rain hitting the roof of the car drowned out the smooching sound of your kisses and the occasional sighs you let out against his lips.
He pulled away slowly, swiped his thumb over your swollen, red lips, glistening wet with a mix of his saliva and yours.
His hand traced down your neck and stopped at the base of your throat, to where the top button of your jacket rested.
You gave him a nod of permission, and he acknowledged it, he began working to open it one by one. His eyes followed to where his hand worked while you were watching his face with his mouth slightly open.
Seungmin swallowed once he was done unbuttoning your jacket, he sighed when he put his hand underneath and slowly revealed your skin inch by inch, parting the jacket open and sliding it off one shoulder.
He whimpered as his fingers trailed your collarbone and the skin under your bra strap, "you're so soft," he softly muttered.
You bit your lower lip to fight the urge to kiss him and failed, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt then crashed your lips on his.
While your lips were connected in a long, passionate kiss, Seungmin ran his hand down your chest then gripped your waist to hoist you up onto his lap.
You gasped when your mouths unattached and straddled him with your legs on each side of his, your face hovered only inches away from each other. He reclined on the seat, with his head tilted up at you. You looked into his eyes, clouded with lust and intensely staring at you.
He placed his hands on your waist, and you shuddered when his hands moved to the small of your back, roaming on the skin, and you could feel the roughness of his fingerpads.
He withdrew one hand and reached up to cup your cheek, "you're so beautiful," he said to you, swiping his thumb over your lower lip.
You smiled at his praise, shyly looked down at his chest, that even with his clothes still on, you could feel the firm of his muscles under your touch. You put your hands on his shoulders and traced the broad of his shoulders, your breath quickened since it was something you badly wanted to do.
Seungmin slowly pulled you by your chin to plant a soft kiss on your lips, a kiss that escalated things where both of your bodies pressed close together.
Your hands were in his hair while his hands were all over your body, he dragged his lips down to your neck and began kissing the thin, sensitive skin making you softly moan into his hair.
He slid the jacket down your shoulder, slipping his finger under the strap of your bra then placed a tender kiss on your collarbone.
You put your hands around his neck as he made a trail of kisses across your chest, tilting your head up and pressing your lips together to muffle your moans.
The rain has turned into a drizzle, but the window started to fog, the space inside the car shrunken by the seconds, and all you did was pull him closer and closer until there was no gap left between your bodies.
Seungmin sank his mouth on the skin between your breasts with his hands wrapped you tightly in his embrace.
When he looked up at you, you smiled at him then gave his lips a quick peck.
Seungmin lifted his head to capture your lips into a kiss again, and you softly laughed against his lips.
For a moment, you were so caught in the moment you didn't realize your phone was ringing, and you tried to ignore it, but it kept on ringing.
You winced, "I'm really sorry," you said to him, then got off of his to get your phone from inside your purse on the front seat, you quickly punched the accept call button.
"How was it? How was the date? Where did he take you?" Kim shot you questions the second you picked up the phone, you glanced at Seungmin in unease, afraid he could hear her through the phone.
"Kim, I'll call you later," you quickly replied.
"What? Why? Don't tell me you're making out right now? Holy sh-"
You abruptly ended the call and put your phone back in the car, you sat back next to him again in the backseat.
It was so quiet and dark in the car, beads of water rolling down the car window.
Seungmin took your hand in his and held it, "I'm sorry that I couldn't take you on a proper date," he said to you.
You turned your head at him, "I like it. I like the elements of surprise," you playfully commented.
"I'm glad," he said with a low laugh.
Even in the dim light, you could see his eyes crinkled as he looked at you.
"Ready to go home?" He asked.
Deep down, you just wanted to stay with him a little longer or if you could, spend as much time with him as possible yet you nodded at him, "yes," you answered.
Seungmin reached for your jacket and pulled it close, you began buttoning them yourself. Seungmin helped you fix your hair by putting strands of hair behind your ears, "you're so beautiful," he murmured, it felt nice to hear the praise again, and you could tell that it was sincere.
When you were about to say something but his lips were already got ahead of you, kissing you briefly to leave a taste of his lips before letting it go with a sweet smile.
Arrived in front of your apartment building, Seungmin parked his car in the parking lot. He immediately got out of the car to open your car door, and it took you by surprise that something like this happen to you.
Seungmin walked you to the entrance of the building but did not get in.
You turned around to face him, "thank you for today," you said to him.
He grabbed your hand and clasped it with his, "no, thank you for not running away from the date," he joked.
You laughed, "I had a great time,"
"Me too," he said back, squeezing your hand then rubbing the skin on the back of your hand with his thumb.
"Your jacket," you jolted when you remembered you were still wearing his jacket, "if you don't mind waiting, I'll change my clothes and give it to you,"
He shook his head, "you can give it back to me tomorrow,"
"Okay," you responded.
You didn't know how long you stood there facing each other, looking at each other’s eyes, and was not quite ready to part for the day.
"I should go," he said, but his feet nailed to the ground.
"Okay,"
"Okay," he said back.
You giggled at how adorable he looked, you initiated first, stood on your tiptoe, and kissed him on the mouth.
"Goodnight!" you said to him and slowly let go of his hands.
Seungmin shyly smiled then said, "Goodnight!"
You waved your hands at him before starting climbing the stairs to get to your studio, and once again felt like you were walking on clouds.
We have to talk!
Seungmin said in his text.
You knew that nothing good ever comes out of those words, and it was the first text Seungmin sent to you that day. You got fidgety in your seat during the first class, couldn't focus on whatever the lecturer was saying at the front of the class.
Is there something wrong?
You typed a reply with your phone under the desk.
Meet me in the library after class
The class will end in fifteen minutes, and your feet bounce in anxiety under the table, counting down the seconds that lead to it. All kinds of thoughts rushed through your head, and none of them helped to calm you down. Because all you think about was if Seungmin has a second thought about dating you. When the class ended, you still couldn’t decide whether you should be excited or scared.
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↬ pairing: gamer!yeonjun x f!reader
↬ genre: gamer!au, pwp, fluff, smut, angst, established relationship.
↬ type: one-shot
↬ summary: you just want your ‘gamer’ boyfriend to play with you instead of the stupid game he’s been playing for hours.
↬ rating: 18+
↬ word count: 5.5K
↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content: dom/sub undertones, ddlg themes (daddy kink), size kink (reader is mentioned as ‘tiny’ and ‘little’ by yeonjun), pet names, manhandling, dirty talk, breast play, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering, subspace, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie — this work is fictional and it doesn’t represent yeonjun in any way!
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↬ a/n: welcome to pt. 3673 of me being self-indulgent 🤷🏽♀️! this was really fun to write (for obvious reasons) *cough* 🤭 err— anyways, i hope everyone enjoys reading this <333! i know nothing about gaming tho, if there are any mistakes pls tell me
Time seems to be running really fucking slow today. Or maybe it’s just you feeling bored and lonely.
With a soft sigh, you unlock your phone again. Tiktok has to help you feel better somehow. And it really does, for a few minutes, until you get annoyed for an unknown reason. Letting the device slide down from your hands onto the bed, you follow suit. The moment your head hits the soft pillows, you turn over and groan.
What can you possibly do to pass time? Why is this so hard?
On any other day, the answer would’ve been Yeonjun, your beloved boyfriend. You would’ve run up to him with a whine and all your problems would immediately be solved. Yeah, his warm embrace and kisses are the easiest solution for your everyday struggles. Not to mention how effective it is, too.
Purely tragic that it’s “gaming with my best buddies all day long” for him today, and he has forbidden you to visit him in his game room unless he calls you or it’s an emergency.
You look at the digital clock resting on the bedside table, the time reading nearly two pm. Gosh, it’s been four hours already?! How can a human possibly look at a screen for so long without getting tired? No idea. You barely know anything about gaming, but you do know that Yeonjun is really good at it. His friends call him “aimbot” — and apparently that equals to a pro.
You wonder what’s so important about today’s game. He loves gaming, so if you’re coming over, you often find him in his gaming room. Although, Junnie lets you sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he plays on most days. Which is so unlike the stories you’ve heard from other girls about their boyfriends. They complain that their boyfriends don’t pay attention to them at all. And you find yourself silently thanking your luck because Yeonjun is not like that. He probably loves you as much as he loves gaming.
Your boyfriend is, what people would say, ‘a gamer’, and apparently when he has time, he does twitch streams too (but you’ve never seen him doing it)! He loves gaming, and you try your best to be supportive about it. After all, he has always done the same for you, no matter what or how bad the situation is.
Today, though, you feel incredibly neglected. And you don’t like feeling this way. You had hoped to wake up to his kisses and maybe morning sex (not your fault that he hasn’t fucked you in a while). But instead, all you got was a kiss on your cheek and his strict voice telling you to not disturb him. You haven’t seen any traces of Yeonjun since. And yes, you feel hurt. Fourteen months of your relationship with him, and this is the first time that he’s been so distant. You wonder if this is how it’s gonna be from now on. Maybe he was just trying to build a good impression at first, and now that you’re completely consumed by the love you have for him, he’s finally doing what he has always wanted to do. Gaming alone in his room without you being there to interrupt him. Is that what you are to him? An interruption he doesn’t wanna put up with?
The sudden turn of your thoughts leave you anxious. In the past year, you’ve grown to be extremely attached to Yeonjun. Maybe dependent too… but that’s a whole nother conversation.
Damn this bullshit. A shower sounds really nice right now. And some lunch too!
You get out of the bed, stripping out of his baggy t-shirt that is clearly a bit too large for your smaller frame. Shimmying out of your white cotton panties, you head to the adjoining bathroom. Who knows? Maybe you can get up to some fun in the meantime.
The shower helps you feel relaxed and fresh for sure, but it also makes the emptiness in your heart grow. You could only think about the times Yeonjun had held you close while standing beneath the calming spray of water, taking care of your body and sometimes having his way with you. Even though you tried to let off some steam by playing with your sensitive parts, it didn’t help. Because it wasn’t him. He’s an attentive and passionate lover, there’s no doubt about that. And maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed.
After entering the bedroom, you brush your wet hair gently, deciding to let it air dry. While thinking about the possible lunch options, you start to yearn for your boyfriend more. Adding more to it, the mirror reflects your sorrowful face which makes you even sadder.
With a sigh, you apply moisturizer on your warm skin before putting on a sheer white shirt from his closet. It smells like him. A small smile tugs on your lips at that. Yeonjun really likes to see his clothes on you. “Aww, look at my babydoll, she looks so pretty and tiny in my clothes… makes me wanna ruin her so bad.” His words come back to you in a flash.
You rub your thighs together unconsciously, feeling flustered. That was a pleasant morning after your first night with him. He had showered you with affection, practically worshipping your body. Warmth floods your inside as you briefly remember your first time with him, too. Gosh, you were so shy… and somehow he actually enjoyed it. He enjoyed corrupting you.
The vivid memory of that night plays in front of your eyes.
“You’re doing so well for daddy, just like that,” Yeonjun watches you with fire in his eyes, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He hasn’t been able to fit his cock entirely inside you yet, but you’ve already come thrice now, crying a little from overstimulation. “You’re such a pretty little thing, what am I gonna do with you, hm? Daddy is so scared of hurting you, baby,” he mutters huskily.
“Da–daddy… I can take it.” you huff with a pout, clenching around him helplessly. A growl reverberates in his throat in response.
“Is that so? Do you really want me to go all the way in?” Yeonjun chuckles at your eagerness. You nod desperately, the urge to be a good girl for him being sky high.
With a groan, he gently pushes the last few inches of his cock to bury himself in your pussy entirely. You cry out, the burning pain increasing before it slowly dies down. Your boyfriend of five months shushes you, gently sucking on your neck in an attempt to soothe the pain he has caused. It feels too good to be true. You feel complete in a way you never thought you’d be.
Yeonjun increases his movements and brings both of your legs to rest on his shoulder. The new angle has you screaming his name, your tits bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.
“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, my little angel.”
You physically shake yourself out of your own imagination, whining. The material of your baby blue panties have grown damp, sticking to your core. Fuck lunch, the only thing you want your mouth right now is Yeonjun’s dick. You’ve sucked him off while he’s gaming before, and it’s always a treat to see him struggling to keep it together.
Feet tapping lightly against the wooden flooring, you walk over to the wall size mirror. Your hair hasn’t dried completely yet, and the messy locks give you a naturally seductive look. Teeth dragging over your lower lip, you unbutton a few buttons of the white shirt to show off your legs and cleavage as you had previously decided to go braless. Yeonjun can’t possibly think straight if he sees you like this, right?
After doing a little twirl, you take a deep breath. This boldness you’re planning to show might have consequences… considering the fact that technically you’re disobeying him. Whatever, you’re gonna go to him anyway. Your pussy is aching with need and fuck, you being deprived of his attention for so long is not helping at all.
You walk outside of the bedroom, thoughtfully looking at the staircase that leads to his gaming room on the upper floor. Your stomach is in knots. What if he gets angry? You don’t like making him angry.
A shudder rocks your body. Think positive thoughts, your mind tells you. Maybe you can just go and take a peek inside? That won’t hurt anybody…
Even when you climb up the stairs confidently, your heart does backflips in your chest. The closer you get to his game room, the harder you struggle to keep yourself together. It’s okay, everything will be okay, you just need to open the door a little bit and peek inside.
With shaky hands, you turn the door handle, the door opening up a bit. Yeonjun is right there, his eyes jumping from one screen to another, controlling his character masterfully. You cringe when you hear a scream coming from the other side of his headset.
“WHAT IS BEOMGYU DOING? BITCH TAKE COVER!!”
Yeonjun has his eyebrows furrowed, a groan escaping him. “Soobin, tone it down, will you? I’m not here to lose my eardrums.”
“Sorry but I’m allergic to dumbness.” The person in question replies.
As the sound of shooting begins again, you start losing hope. He’s way too immersed in the game to actually notice you…
“What is the emergency?” Your boyfriend’s heavy voice snaps you back to reality. You look up to realize that his eyes are still focused on the screen, and you doubt if he’s talking to you. “Can you not hear me, baby?” He presses a few random keys on his keyboard before getting back on his controller.
“Yo who’s there?” A voice cuts in before you can say something.
“My girlfriend, can you please focus on saving yourself instead of meddling with others business, Gyu?”
“I’m trying, okay? You’re so rude.”
With a sigh, he presses another key on his keyboard before addressing you. “Why aren’t you answering, baby? What is the emergency?”
You swallow nervously. “I– um, I just wanted to see you… I miss you!” His jaw contracts, and you immediately regret your decision.
“So that is your emergency? Did I stutter this morning, babygirl? Which part of my request did you not understand? I told you to not visit me unless you have an emergency.” He jabs his fingers into the buttons of his controller, growling. “Is this a joke to you?”
Tears gather in your eyes, and you whisper brokenly, “Am I a joke to you?”
“Do not talk back to me.”
You let out a sob as his harsh voice reaches you, leaving the door slightly ajar to run away. You hear him say, “AFK, I’m sorry.” And the next thing you know is that his hands are gripping onto yours to halt you. You squirm, trying to get away, but he’s too strong. “If you try to move around, you’ll fall down the fucking stairs.” Yeonjun hisses. You stop immediately after the realisation, still shaking gently from your snivels.
Once he has guided you back to safety, you try to get away again. Unfortunately, that only causes his grip on you to tighten. Your head hits his chest and you whimper in pain, giving up against him. “Is throwing a tantrum really necessary, baby? I told you beforehand, yet you’re doing this.”
You sniffle, “Le–let go of– of me. You play yo–your stupid game, I– I’ll go back to my p–place!”
“Stop being such an inconsiderate brat! What has gotten into you, huh?”
More tears escape your eyes, and you dare to turn around this time. Yeonjun’s expression visibly softens when he notices your tear streaked cheeks and puffed out lower lip. “Oh baby…” He reaches to wipe them away, but you put a hand before your face before he can touch you. He sighs. “I just don’t understand why you are mad…”
With the back of your hands, you dry your face partially and pout at him. “You left me all alo–alone! I’ve been sad all d–day an–and you don’t e–even care! It’s li–like I don’t exist!” Your breathing is uneven, tears continuing to run down your cheeks. “I mi–missed you so much and– and I just wanted t–to be with you… but you–” you whine with a cry, “You were so mean to me. You– you– gaming is more im–important than me to you.” Hiding your face in your hands, you snivel, feeling utterly stupid for breaking down like this.
“Oh no, babygirl, I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings.” Yeonjun pulls you in his arms, rocking you side to side. “You do know that gaming is my side hustle, right? And today is very important… I– but still, I’m sorry for making you feel like that. It’s not like that, I promise. Please don’t cry anymore, my angel baby, you know that I love you so much, don’t you?” He cradles your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together.
“All me–men do is lie.” You whine, sniffling. His face falls, arms pulling you in his chest.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. You might be my whiny little crybaby but you mean the world to me. Do you understand?”
You huff, leaning into his embrace. He’s quick to realize the subtle change in your mood. After a bit more, he stops rocking you, offering, “Do you want to cuddle with me when I play? Is that what you want, hm?” You nod after a few moments, a smile playing on his lips. How are you so adorable? It’s been more than a year and he still finds each of your antics very much endearing.
Yeonjun picks you up, heading straight to his game room. He’s been away for quite a long time and he wonders what has happened. Taking a seat on his gaming chair, he gently places you on top of him. Each of your knees rest by the side of his legs, your hands curling around his chest as you snuggle up to him. He helps you get comfortable, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. “Where are all your clothes, baby?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You suddenly remember the real intention behind you coming up to visit him, your wet panties still sticking to your skin.
“It’s… it’s more comfortable like this, that’s why.” You mutter shyly, hoping that he won’t be able to catch your lie.
Yeonjun nods, understanding what you mean. “It’s okay baby, I know how uncomfortable bras are. And knowing that you prefer my clothes over yours for some unknown reason, I get it. I’m gonna turn on the mic and go back to playing now, try to keep silent, yeah?”
“Okay…”
He pecks your lips, wearing the headset and then you hear the sound of him clicking some keys on his keyboard behind you. Sighing, you nuzzle his chest. Maybe you shouldn’t disrupt him so soon.
The headset hums to life, several voices cutting in together. “Bro I thought you ‘d’ worded for real.” Soobin grunts.
Another voice intervenes, “Is everything okay with your gf?”
Yeonjun sighs, “So you guys joined another battle… I’m gonna assume that we lost the previous one?”
“Yeah well what else did you expect? Tyun was already out, and Beomgyu was barely surviving. Me and you were left but you decided to vanish into thin air because your girlfriend was disturbing you. God, I hate women so much. They never fucking understand. Anyways, what the hell happened between you two? She was fighting with you about gaming, wasn’t she? Did you break-up with her? Because I would have.”
Your hands turn into fists, grabbing a handful of your boyfriend’s hoodie. Yeonjun immediately feels your distress, kissing the top of your head before he replies. “Soobin, I get it. You’re single and you don’t know how relationships work. Refrain from babbling like a child, please. She’s here and she heard everything. Apologize.”
Someone guffaws at that, and a different voice chimes in. “Hey, Yeonjun didn’t tell me your name but I’m sorry on Soobin’s behalf… the second hand embarrassment I feel right now is unexplainable, lord. I’m Taehyun, by the way.”
You look up at Yeonjun for permission, and he nods. His eyes are focused on the screen, and he seems already invested in the new game. “Um… hi, Taehyun.” You try to not sound too awkward.
“Hey, as I said, don’t— Beomgyu! Watch behind you— yeah good— So what I was telling you, don’t mind Soobin.” Taehyun says back.
“Where is your apology, Soobin? I’m waiting.” Yeonjun skillfully handles his controller, a series of shooting noises ringing through the room. You look up at his headset confusedly, are the sounds supposed to be heard like this too?
“Yeah… um, well, I’m sorry, Yeonjun’s girlfriend. I’m really sorry. Women are cool. And I’m sure you are lovely! I take back everything I had previously said, please forgive me. Ooh a double pump, nice one, Yeonjun! Err, I— please don’t do anything, I’m still a virgin…” Soobin sounds scared, and you resist the urge to giggle. Others, however, burst into laughter, including Yeonjun.
A deep voice, which probably belongs to the guy named Beomgyu, manages to speak between fits of his laughter. “Oh my god, did you think your words through or did you just blurt out? I can’t, this is too funny. Wait, oh my god I need meds immediately.”
Yeonjun shakes his head with another laugh. “Soobin, I assure you that you’re safe, she can’t even hurt a fly. And about you being a virgin… you gotta take care of it yourself, man!”
“I hope you find someone who can be your first time!” you add on, earning another round of laughter from the guys.
“Aw, no, she’s a softie!” Taehyun comments and Beomgyu agrees. On the other hand, Soobin stutters out a ‘thank you’.
“Of course she’s a softie, she’s my angel baby.” Yeonjun says proudly. “Nice crack, Tyun!” He adds soon after.
“Holy fuck! Yeonjun you are so whipped! I can’t believe that you call her angel baby…” Beomgyu teases. Feeling flustered, you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest.
“I guess I am… but she’s an angel baby either way. So pure and so baby.” Yeonjun tuts, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from your body as you bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.
The conversation has shifted back to strictly game related stuff for a while now. And you hate to say this, but you’re feeling impatient. Being this close to him, you can feel and listen to his heartbeat. And his cologne, intoxicating as usual, leaves your mind in a haze. You feel so incredibly sensitive, pressed up against his firm body. And your core pulsates with desire.
Desperate for some friction, you start rubbing yourself against him subtly. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking on the skin in a hungry manner. Yeonjun stiffens up immediately. You feel his tense arms closing around you, but he refrains from making any sounds. Unhappy with his reaction, you grind your hips against his, letting out a whine, “Daddy…”
“Whoa, whoa, what—” Yeonjun mutes his mic and the speaker before Beomgyu can finish his sentence. However, he still focuses on the game, a growl escaping him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You’re basically rutting against him at this point, whimpers and whines falling off of your lips. “Want daddy…” you tease his earlobe with your teeth before whispering. It’s clear that he’s being affected, his semi-hardness now pressing into your clothed pussy.
“Not now, please, baby, don’t do this now.” His voice cracks at the end. But you only whine, slowly dragging your core against him. Yeonjun growls, putting his controller away to grip on your waist. “Why are you being such a brat today?”
You silently guide his right hand to your panties. He swears under his breath, feeling the moist warmth of cloth. Needy for his touch, you grind against his calloused and large hands. Biting his lip, he uses his left hand to bring you closer by your neck. Your nipples, hard and sensitive under the sheer cover of his white shirt, brushes against his chest in the process. A moan escapes you, his other hand massaging your clothed pussy.
“You think I can’t see through your naughty little tricks, dollface? I knew you were cockhungry the moment you opened the fucking door.” Yeonjun presses a hard kiss on your lips, slipping his hand past the waistband of your ruined underwear. A groan slips past his lips.
“Daddy, please… I just want you to play with me.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Two of his fingers glide across your drenched slit, avoiding where you need him the most. He retracts his hand from your neck, undoing the two buttons that were helping the shirt cover you. You arch your back as the cold air comes in contact with your hot skin.
“You’ve made such a mess, baby. What were you doing when you were alone downstairs?” Yeonjun finally lets his thumb press onto your clit. You gasp in pleasure, hands winding around his neck.
“I– I was lonely and– and I was thinking about you… aah– I thought about our first time. And–” You struggle to form coherent sentences. His thumb continues to stimulate your clitoris, his mouth on the nape of your neck.
“Mhm, go on,” he mutters before resuming his ministrations on your sweet spot.
“I was needy… I’m so sorry, oh god, I touched myself but it was not enough.”
Yeonjun trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. For a moment you think that he’s gonna kiss you, but his lips stop moving before it can reach yours.
“Did I hear that correctly? Angel baby played with her pussy while thinking about me fucking her dumb on our first night?” He smirks, feeling around your entrance with his middle finger.
You whine out of embarrassment. “It’s– not my fault!”
“I’m not blaming you, babygirl. It’s just so cute that you’re a whiny, wet mess for me. Can’t go without daddy’s cock stuffed in your little pussy, can you? I couldn’t even play the game. You would’ve started crying if I kept on playing.” Yeonjun removes his hand from your core, getting rid of the only piece of clothing left on your body. He cups your pussy with his right hand.
“Play with me instead… I’m better…” you trail off nervously at the end. Knowing you like the back of his hand, your boyfriend jumps to reassure you.
“You are, baby! That’s why I ditched the game for you. Daddy will never choose gaming over his pretty babydoll.”
“Really?” You give him the large, doe eyes, his heart melting. Gosh, he loves you.
“Really, really.”
You lean down to kiss him, your lips finally meeting for the first time today. Yeonjun hums in approval, cupping your face to take control. His mouth sucks on your lower lip, and you moan. Taking the advantage of the situation, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He smiles in the kiss when he feels you pressing yourself on him eagerly. Before you can comprehend anything, he picks you up and changes your positions, never breaking the kiss. You’re pressed into the comfy chair as he hovers over you. Wandering hands find your perky breasts, kneading them roughly. Breathless, you pull away from the kiss, crying from both pleasure and pain, the lines blurred because of the euphoria surging through your veins.
“Daddy… fuck! Please, I need you…”
“Shhh, let daddy take care of your little body.” He moves to your breasts, immediately attacking one of your nipples with his mouth. Yeonjun alternates between licking and sucking, his hand tweaking the other nipple between his fingers. A vibrating sound comes from somewhere in the room, but you ignore it. Your body seems to be on fire under his touch.
When he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls away and blows cool air on your wet areola. You shudder from the feeling. Yeonjun focuses on the neglected nipple now, determined to leave you in a dazed state.
“Nngh– more!” Your cry echoes through the room. He presses butterfly kisses down your stomach as he gets down on his knees. You clench your thighs from anticipation. A smirk plays on his lips. Oh, he fucking adores you.
Face to face with your cute pussy, he groans. Starting from the puffy and wet lips to your eager hole and swollen nub — he is seeing heaven. You look at him with hooded eyes. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me.”
“Daddy… please…” You move your legs impatiently, pouting. Yeonjun shakes his head with a laugh. But he decides to indulge in your little desire anyway. Flattening his tongue against your slit, he drags it upwards. The motion coaxes a mewl from you.
“Always so responsive.” He pushes your legs further apart, burying his face between them. For several seconds he just lazily licks all over your wetness. But then, he wraps his lips around your nether ones, suckling onto them soundly. Your hands immediately find his head, fingers threading through his dark hair strands. Yeonjun laps you up this time, his growl sending vibrations through your core.
The sounds you make are music to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face. He’s so good, too good at this, your mind unable to think properly. The wet muscle repetitively enters you, eager to gather your nectar. It feels like you’re high, stomach tightening with each second.
“You taste so amazing, baby, you are so good for me.” Yeonjun moans, plucking his tongue out of your wet heat. You shiver and whine, wordlessly begging him for a release. He places both of your legs on his shoulder and bends you in a weird angle. Your body immediately complies.
“Ooh– oh, daddy!” you whimper, his mouth on your clit and two fingers inside your cunt. Your inner walls stretch immediately to give him space. He watches you with care, experimentally moving his fingers to gauge your reactions. “Mmm, yes…” you mewl softly, squeezing his fingers. Yeonjun picks up his pace eventually, wet sounds filling in the room. Your eyes are closed as you suddenly come undone, body going limp. He continues to finger your cunt throughout the orgasm, overstimulation soon blinding your senses.
“No– daddy, no more…” your thighs shake uncontrollably. You are unable to move but you try thrashing your legs, tears gathering in your eyes. Your nerve endings are over aware of every little thing happening to you at the moment. Yeonjun pulls away from your clit with a loud popping sound, his fingers coated with your slick all over.
“Shh, you’re doing so well for daddy. I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared for my cock.” He adds a third finger after that, pumping you mercilessly. Hypersensitive and body out of your control, you come once again, body shaking from the intensity of it. Yeonjun grunts, stopping his movements. “Open your mouth for me, angel.” You do as instructed. He retrieves his fingers from your pussy, shoving them inside your mouth gently. “Taste yourself,” he orders, your tongue gliding along his digits and sucking on them. Once you’re done, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, kissing you senseless. You tug on his hoodie, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours.
“Do you want that off, sweetheart?” He rests his forehead against yours, his hands stroking your sides. You nod eagerly. Yeonjun, as keen as you, pulls off the hoodie in one single tug, your eyes immediately drinking in his fit physique. Firm chest and defined abs… paired up with that face and his huge dick — he surely is a walking wet dream. Your hands reach out to him and he chuckles, pulling down his sweatpants before coming closer to you. “Is my baby happy now?”
You cling to his body, and to your surprise he picks you up in his arms once again. You only realize why once he presses you up against the nearby wall. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. “Daddy,” you gasp, the cold surface pressing on your back spreading goosebumps over your skin. Yeonjun nuzzles your neck affectionately. “I want you in me, please,” you give him puppy dog eyes.
“Anything you want, love.” He pulls down his boxers with his left hand, his rock-hard member springing out of it’s confines and slapping against his toned tummy. Your body is cradled in his other hand. With a hiss, he strokes himself a few times, looking into your eyes with lust. “You know what to do, babygirl.”
“Please fuck me, daddy! I– I need your cock in me… my pussy is aching and I can’t— ah!” The rest of your sentence dies down in your throat when you feel the bulbous head of his cock penetrating you.
“I don’t know how you are still so fucking tight. Fuck, oh my god.” Yeonjun rasps, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Your back arches slightly, welcoming more of his thick and long cock inside you. As usual, it takes you both a few minutes to adjust, his cock buried all the way inside you.
“You feel so good, baby, pussy taking me so well.” He mutters as he starts moving slowly. His moves are slow and calculated, building up pace with each roll of his hips. You moan and whimper, already on cloud nine from the pleasure.
Yeonjun holds you close, his cock now slamming into your cunt. He manages to hit all those right spots inside you, often brushing against your cervix. Your moans and screams, paired up with his groans and the sound of skin slapping create a sinful melody of their own. “Oh, oh, daddy— I’m gonna come— ugh, ‘m—”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you, angel.” His words are completely opposite of the crude things he’s doing to you right now. You shudder, unable to move in any other way. Your orgasm builds up rapidly, suddenly flooding you with ecstasy as you cry out. Gummy walls clench around his cock helplessly, making it harder for him to move inside you. But Yeonjun is no quitter. He increases his pace, rutting into you roughly.
Completely spent from your back to back orgasms, you babble a string of incoherent words. “You have to give me another one, sweetheart, I know you can.”
“No– no, daddy! I– can’t!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulder. He growls like a wounded animal, sandwiching you between him and the wall. It doesn’t take your overstimulated body long to convulse in pleasure once again, a scream tearing itself from your throat. Yeonjun hisses, your walls clamping down onto his cock, and, a hot liquid squirting over his abdomen. His brain malfunctions for a moment before he realizes.
“Fuck it, babygirl.” With a few more thrusts, he reaches his high, emptying his load inside you. Thick ropes of his cum fill you in, some of it running down your thighs. Although you feel like you’ve ascended, you whine appreciatively. You’ve always loved the feeling of getting creampied. And that is the last thing you are able to register.
Yeonjun waits for his recovery from the orgasm, your body entirely limp in his arms. He carries you both to the nearby bathroom once he has regained a bit of his energy. With utmost care, he cleans you up first, holding you close so that you are safe. He freshens up himself after he is done with you, carrying you back to the bedroom and tucking you in. You hum, immediately curling up under the blanket. He smiles, pressing a fond kiss on your forehead. “Rest well, baby. You were so amazing today. I love you.”
You smile sleepily, melting his heart for the umpteenth time. Sighing, Yeonjun goes back up to his game room to retrieve his clothes. After dressing up, he grabs his phone and is immediately shocked to see a lot of texts in the group chat he is in with Soobin, Beomgyu and Taehyun. He opens the chat nonchalantly, blood draining from his face soon after.
[Beomgyu, 3:17 pm] Uh? Turn your mic off? @Yeonjun???
[Taehyun, 3:21 pm] Okay yeah I’m quitting the game. I do not need a boner nor free porno asmr right now.
[Soobin, 3:30 pm] Wow… I’m… I don’t know what to say.
[Beomgyu, 3:33 pm] ??? DUDE ARE YOU STILL THERE
[Soobin, 3:45 pm] Yeah…
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just one yesterday - lee felix
» summary: He‘d loved you more than anything. Where you couldn’t pick yourself up, he would do it for you and never ask for anything back. In your mind, you pictured him by your side forever. Until one day, he’s no longer there.
» pairing: lee felix x reader
» rating: pg-13
» genre: angst, best friends to strangers, soulmates
» warnings: unhappy ending
» words: 2,283
» part of the you're the one series...
“Still won’t wash it huh?” if it were anyone else, you’d assume they were judging you, but Felix never really did. He’d been your best friend for years, seen you at both your best and worst yet never expected anything out of you in return.
Sometimes you wondered if you weren’t doing enough, that he was putting in far more than you, but you’d always attempt to make up for it with sporadic movie nights and dinners if your part time job had paid a bit more generously than expected.
Felix never complained about it either. He loved you and you loved him, but there was something to be said about two people never being able to love each other equally.
“I just… don’t want to,” you take the jacket from his loose grip, and it falls almost violently into your arms from your pull. He just smiles, for he knows the story from the last winter the two of you endured in this cold town, the memory of Seungmin was now a few months old, yet sometimes still lingered like a fresh wound.
Felix is turned away from you now, focused on the game he’s playing on the TV whilst you’re left to do what you want. It’s usually like this. You go over to his apartment and he leaves you to roam as if this place is your own. A lot of what you own is here anyway, just like how his hoodie is currently thrown over your desk chair back at yours, and some of his notebooks and books are laid out over the bedroom floor from late night studying.
Your lives were deeply bound but you didn’t mind it. It was nice to always have someone there, even if not physically, what he’d left was your reminder of him.
“Let’s go out,” the game is paused, something you hadn’t realised until he spoke up with that familiar deep voice that anyone that met him even just once could pinpoint for its uniqueness.
“Go where?”
“Dinner? I can pay this time,” you’d paid last time, but oddly this offer didn’t sit well with you. Felix did pay for things, but he never verbalised it out-loud. His offers were usually unspoken, said with his behaviour rather than words.
Felix’s relationship and love for you was built heavily around how he acted, rather than what he said. If you were sad, he didn’t reassure you with overused sentences that anyone would say. He’d hug you, with hugs that were specifically his, he’d kiss your forehead with a lingering touch of his lips that were truly his, and no one could replace those gestures of reassurance.
Anyone could replace words.
“Alright, I’ll just change shirt,” agreeing with Felix was always easy. His smile was the problem and you were weak to it. It’s how he’d gained your friendship in the first place, with a grin and certain charm that you couldn’t say no to, even if that particular day had tested your patience.
Felix always knew his way in through any obstacle. It could be infuriating.
There’s no trace of snow left on the ground now that spring has hit, but the air is still cold and fresh and cuts your cheek with harshness that causes them to blush. Felix links his arm with yours and the two of you walk silently through occasional crowds of people before everyone disperses down separate, less busy streets.
“You ever see him again?”
“Nah, but I’m done looking. There’s nothing I can do. It’s okay,” and it is, so all you can hope is that Felix believes you.
“You’ll find someone anyway. I wouldn’t worry.”
“It’s not that I’m worried,” you’re just worried you’ll never feel that particular pull again.
“I mean, worst comes to worse you can always date me,” his words make you stop walking, tugging him back as a result. Felix looks down at you now, and you must look so incredibly lost for he laughs and ruffles through your hair, causing you to huff. You’d spent ages getting it to stay somewhat neat, clearly in vain, “I’m kidding. Don’t take me so seriously.”
Maybe you should listen. Maybe taking it seriously is your undoing, but it’s like his words cause something to snap, and suddenly Felix takes on a new meaning to you. It’s impressive, how one sentence can alter your entire view of a person, open your eyes to something else, whether positive or negative.
It’s crazy to you, how the very idea dangling in front of you, just out of reach, is presented to you by your best friend.
And it’s crazy to you how quickly you want to jump into that notion, the idea that maybe you and Felix should.
Dinner isn’t awkward, but it’s new. You’d eaten dinner with him so often, but suddenly you’re so self aware of how you eat, what you order, how you behave. It’s never happened before, and Felix isn’t blind to it either, “you’re acting weird.”
“Am I?” the young man before you has always been attractive. You knew that with the way he’d turn heads on the street or with the amount of valentines cards that fell out of his locker when he was younger, but to you, he’d always just been Felix. A genetically gifted friend, sure, but still just Felix.
Sitting here, suddenly understanding those glances his way, was terrifying. Realising that your heart raced just seeing him stare back at you, that was the very pull that unraveled the thread to your once solid foundation of friendship.
You wished he’d never said it. You can always date me. For it led you to your next heartbreak when you realised he had feelings for you too.
Suddenly it made sense, why Felix had always given more than he took. The nights you called him at three in the morning because you were afraid or lonely, he came by without question, whilst the nights he did the same, you slept through almost every call.
You were selfish, and you knew it, yet he somehow loved you anyway, and the entire situation seemed so incredibly unfair.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” it’s the immediate regret in his voice, the way he steps back from your frame that you know nothing good can come from it. Felix had told you he loved you before, but it had been friendly. At least you had assumed so for the tones in his voice went unnoticed by you, as did the longing glances and the way he’d hesitate to reach for you, just because he desperately wanted to feel your touch underneath his fingertips.
It was unrequited, until it wasn’t entirely anymore, but even then, when he said it, actually said it, your words caught in your throat and you wondered if maybe, you weren’t ready to admit you loved him too.
For whilst you did love him, and whilst you saw him differently now, you weren’t sure if it was the same. Something bound you to feelings, his friendship with you ran so deep and meant the world to you, but now there was a set distance that you weren’t sure what to do with. You didn’t know how you felt, and before you had the chance to figure it out, Felix took it all back.
“Forget I ever said it,” but you didn’t. You couldn’t, even if you’d tried.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Your once horrid but occasional nightmares were replaced with desperate echoes of his voice, and every time the result was the same. Felix walked away and you couldn’t tell him to stay.
It hurt you to wake up, alone and hovering over the contact name that was so familiar, but he no longer picked up. The rock in your life wasn’t there to take your every call now, to hold you through every fear and it was only now with losing him that you fully realised that you really loved him too.
When Felix had told you he loved you… well and truly was in love with you, you weren’t sure if your love could be matched. Now, as twisted as it was, you bet your love rivalled his, if he even felt it at all anymore.
“I love you,” but he’s not there to hear you. You’re whispering to an empty room, and the only remnants of his are the hoodie you’re wearing, torturing yourself with and the scattered textbooks that he didn’t bother to get back from you. For he was never coming back. It hurt him too much, and he much rather avoided the realisation that you didn’t love him back than be faced with it for some books he could buy again.
It was not lost on you, how ironic it was. But each message you sent went without response, each call was met with silence, and every time you passed his apartment, there was no one to let you in.
Maybe it was naive to think that he’d open the door to you anyway. Though you’d assumed with how close you’d been, he’d miss you enough, just enough to come back to you. You just wanted him to hear you, listen to you like he always had, yet you heard nothing.
You were back to being unfair, maybe selfish, as spring turned to summer and summer became autumn, and it is only as the leaves fall in an array of dark colours that you decided that you couldn’t hope like this anymore. Felix wasn’t part of you anymore, and maybe you wanted to blame him, make it his fault for ever changing anything for you that one day he’d invited you to dinner, but you knew better.
If only you had known you loved him before he let you go.
It’s raining, the early morning winds being harsh on your frame as you hold a box, heavier than you’d like for it to be, but you know you can only make this trip once. Not only is it physically exhausting, but mentally you’re drained too.
You wonder if you should ring the doorbell, but given he hadn’t let you in for a while, you doubt there’s much point. Instead you wait, not for him but for anyone just so you can put his things down. There’s a note with his name, written as neatly as you could manage with a purple pen, a heart underneath though you wonder if that’s too much.
“You waiting for someone?” someone’s holding the door for you, though it takes a moment for you to register enough to look up at the stranger in question. He’s handsome, with dark hair going over his forehead and eyes to match. His smile is playful, rather beautiful too and your heart skips a bit, “you okay?”
“Huh?” he laughs, amused as he leans against the front entrance, holding it open for you though you make no effort to step inside. His voice is almost aggressive, but his presence is almost warm, a contrast to the cold and the way he speaks. It’s interesting, to say the least.
“I’m in a bit of a rush. In or out?” he doesn’t seem angry, though his impatience is evident in how he’s bouncing on his toes in anticipation. You realise he just came from inside, that he’s not heading in, and you wonder if he lives here too or was simply visiting someone.
You’d never seen him before, and given how often you’d been here, that surprised you.
“Yeah, in, thank you,” you push past him, ignoring the way he so obviously reads the name taped to the letter on your box of things for Felix, and you miss the familiarity of seeing the name in his eyes.
Maybe it’s best that you do. And maybe it’s best that he says nothing, only leaves you be once you’re inside.
It takes everything in you not to knock on the front door when you’re outside Felix’s door. You hear him move, know he’s there and it’s pure agony to do nothing. Yet you know if you knocked, and you know that if he answered, everything would fall apart again.
It’s best to leave it as it was now. A memory you loved and cherished, for the years with Felix holding you close had mattered so much to you. And sure, maybe if he opened the door, he’d hold you again, but he could just as easily break you more.
You couldn’t handle that now.
So you put the box down, knock on his door only once before you pull yourself away, down the stairs and back out into the rain.
When Felix opens the door, it’s to all his things he’d left behind. Everything but you, and he wonders if he’d catch you if he ran out to find you.
Something stops him. Perhaps the reminder of how long it took for him to get past it (not that he was even now), or maybe because he knew Changbin would kill him if he had to come over just one more time, to tell him that he’d be better off.
When he finally opens the note you’d left, he decides that he wants to hate you, for you’d selfishly told him the words he’d always desperately wanted to hear, but now was too late for. Even if those very words made him want to run back into your arms and forgive you for it all. At the end of the day, you were still his one best friend that he had placed above everything else.
I love you too Felix, I do.
i’m not sure if this was maybe a bit confusing on how they stopped being friends and why etc… it makes sense in my head, but any questions, feedback or comments kindly let me know x
the more I write this series the more i think i’ll be making alternative endings for each member that ends happy cause i can’t deal…
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You feel like blowing money and buy a 10xl hoodie for you and Chan to try and wear together for a cute Instagram couple video. You get all tangled with chan in the sweater and have to communicate slowly and move slowly to get untangled but you just let yourselves fall onto the floor and fuck in the huge ass sweater instead. No way are you putting this video on Instagram.. 😮💨
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Sunset
Bang Chan x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut, non idol
Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it up, guys), Cheating (Married reader/ Chan is dating someone) , Strangers to One night lovers, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving) Slightly rough, Uh.. that’s it really? It’s just Smut, Sorry if I missed any tags. Explicit content so MDNI please.
Word Count: 2677
Note: First Person POV + This was something that I just whipped up real quick and wanted to share. It’s short compared to what I usually like to write but I thought you’d enjoy it! Just a quick smutty Chan fic to entertain ya.
Summary: The Sunset diner is your go to place to retreat, it allows you to meet new people while immersing yourself in the arts. It’s become your routine to relax at the diner every night and seek some...company. One night a new customer arrives and you just cant seem to keep your eyes off of him. You have to have him.
Y/n’s Pov
The Sunset studio and diner has always been a safe haven for me, ever since I was thirteen years old my step dad would bring me here and buy me a hot chocolate and two cookies before letting me roam around the studio and stare at the artwork in awe. It bought him enough time to smash whatever girl he picked up along the way in the bathroom then come back and act like he was never gone. I never cared, I was too fascinated with the artwork and the soft melodies of the guitars that the customers brought from home, or the grand piano by the entrance being played by whoever thought they were good enough to have the entire studio hear them. I was always amazed by those people, by their confidence, it was different from the kind that I possessed and I enjoyed being in its presence. No one has dared to play the piano in months though, not in my visits to the diner.
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚: 𝟭𝟴+ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.:; 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ｡˚ "°𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.♡ ".ˏˋ°
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