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Why are you so sensitive? (Choi San imagine)

Genre: Cute, fluff imagine

Word count: Unknown

Gif is mine

You were watching a movie with your boyfriend, San. It was a Saturday night. After a very difficult week, a day off was everything you needed.

You two were sitting on the living room's couch and his hands were around you. You were hugging each other tightly and you were both watching tv carefully.

San didn't want to miss anything, so he were not talking to you. "San, would you like me to bring some pop corn?", you asked him, but he did not answer. "San!", you shouted and he turned his head to face you. "What, baby? Did you say anything?", he asked.

His ignorance made you very angry. You were so mad at him, because of his answer. You made the decision to go to the kitchen and you left him alone. You took the bowl of pop corn with you and you went back to the living room. You sat next to San and you started cuddling with him again.

You were watching a thriller and you could not help but being scared every time the screen was showing something scary. You were so terrified that the bowl fell on the floor. The living room's floor were now full of pop corn.

You looked at San with sorry eyes. It was time for him to be angry. "I fixed the floor an hour ago!", San complained. "Sorry...", you said in a pitty way and he stood up. He brought a broom. He cleaned and he sat next to you after finishing.

"Are you mad at me?", you asked him softly. "No!", he said in a mad way. You were sure that he was lying. The tone of his voice was really serious and angry. You were talking to him for a while and he was ignoring you again.

You wanted to cry. What had you done to him to deserve this kind of reaction? You left him alone again and he didn't know why you were doing this. "Where are you going?", he shouted. You didn't answer and you went to your shared bedroom.

San was following you, while he was full of curiosity. You fall on the bed and you started crying. "Baby, what happened? Are you Ok?", San asked and he sat next to you. "What have I done to you and you are treating me like that?", you said, while you were crying.

"I am really sorry! I am really sorry I made you feel so bad! I was overreacting! It is my fault, sweetheart!", he said and he put his hands on your cheeks.

"Why are you so sensitive?", he said and he smiled at you. "I don't know... It's... It's just...", you said, but he stopped you. "It's just you, baby! And I love you to the moon and back!", he said and he kissed you.

The end

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Hating my freckles (Jeong Yunho imagine)

Genre: Cute, fluff imagine

Word count: Unknown

Gif is mine

Mirrors! The worst thing that have ever been created. You were always hating them. The reason why you were feeling disgusted every time you saw them was because they always tell the truth. You might have the best idea for your self-image. And then a mirror comes and knocks your confidence.

You had never felt actually beautiful. You thought you were ugly. You thought you were tragically ugly. Just because of these marks. These awful marks!

Freckles! Every time you heard that word, you were about to hide yourself. Just because you were full of them. Your face, your hands, your legs, your tummy, your back. Everything was covered by them.

Your mum was always telling you that you are the prettiest girl ever. But, you didn't believe her. You were thinking that it would be normal for her to call you beautiful, as you are her daughter.

There was a girl at school, who was always teasing you. She was saying nasty words to you that were hurting you really bad.

But, that day it got really worse. You were walking through the school's corridor with your best friend next to you. You were talking with each other and you had not noticed the girl who was coming in front of you.

She put her leg in front of yours and it caused you to fall down. Your friend helped you stand up and the girl was looking at you with an ironical face.

"Except for ugly, are you clumsy too?", she said and everyone here laughed. You left from there with your friend, acting like you did not care.

"Don't listen to her, Y/N! You are amazing!", your friend told you. "Sorry, Y/N, I have to help Mary to be prepared for the biology test!", she said and she left you alone.

You went at the school's coutryard and you sat somewhere where you thought that you would be alone. You checked if there's anybody there and when you didn't see anyone, you started crying.

This girl was making you so sad and upset. You were hating yourself more, because of her. You were hating the way you looked like. You were hating your freckles!

"Y/N, are you ok?", you heard from behind you. You knew that voice. You turned your head to face your classmate, Yunho, standing there. "Are you crying?", he said and he came closer. "May I sit with you?", he asked and you made some space for him.

There was a silent moment, but then Yunho found the courage to speak. "I saw what happened before....", he said and you started crying more. "I just can't understand why do I look so awful!", you said. "Y/N, come on! You don't look awful! Do not listen to her words! She is jealous of you for having real friends and being a better person than her! That's why she says all those nasty comments! Do not speak like that about yourself!", he said and he touched your hand, causing you to look straight in his eyes.

"You don't understand, Yunho! I am ugly! Every time I am standing in front of a mirror, I am about to break it!", you said. "Why? Why do you think you are not pretty enough?", Yunho said. "Firstly, I am not pretty at all...", you said. "You are so stupid! Why?", Yunho said. "Because of these.", you said pointing your hand.

"Your freckles?", Yunho asked and you nodded. "Y/N, no! Oh my gosh! No! They are so pretty! They are a part of you and they are amazing! They make you stand out! Aren't you happy with that?", Yunho said. "I don't want to stand out. I want to be like normal girls. Furthermore, none is going to fall in love with me.", you said.

"Oh, yeah? Are you sure about that? Because, I can prove you that you are wrong!", he said. "How can you do that?", you said and before you finished your sentence, Yunho connected your lips and kisses you softly.

When the kissed was over, he looked in your eyes and he told you...

"If you tell something like that about yourself again, I am going to kiss you just to stop you saying these stupid things! Love you!".

The end

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♡My Sun & My Moon - C. Jongho♡

“At night, when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon trying to get to you, in hopes you’re on the other side, talking to me too or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?” ~ Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

Credits to » @tinkerbellwoo for the photos!

Genre » Angst

AU » Idol

Pairing » Jongho x GN!Reader

Warning(s) » None

Word count » 1156

Happily ever afters don’t seem to exist for the idols in this industry. Jongho’s young age doesn’t make a difference when he’s thinking about dating– no matter how old or young you are, love seems to be blocked by the fame every group strives for. Even without rules about relationships, it’s made nearly impossible to date anyone. But somehow, he manages to find someone that loves him the way he has been longing for.

“Ohmygod, I’m sorry!” You apologized over and over again, smoothing out the coat he wore when you bumped into him.

He smiled empathetically, chuckled the tiniest bit, “It’s all good. No need to worry…I liked your performance today.”

His compliment caught you off guard, “Oh umm–thanks? I love your performance, it’s nice!”

“Just nice?” He teased.

You blushed, “It was amazing! You’re truly an amazing vocalist, I could only dream of becoming as amazing as you.”

“That can be arranged.”

From that moment and forward, a relationship began to blossom from the planted seed of desire in the dirt that’s fertilized by loneliness and lust for even the smallest bit of affection. Jongho would pray to whoever heard him–he prayed for the blooming flower to open up with all the petals to represent each beautiful memory that will be shared together.

You are his sun that came to night up his nocturnal being. Everywhere you went, the light radiating off your body spreads all around and brightens the day of everyone and everything you meet. Your eye smiles are like a thousand rays of suns and his life has never been the same since. His sun sets and rises around you.

He watches your face sparkle on the big screen and he can’t help himself to lean over to watch you happily clap your hands together on the small monitor nearest to him. The gummy smile plays on his lips as you rap along with the too-fast-paced lyrics, your cheeks flush out of embarrassment noticing that everyone caught your adorable fail on their screens. Once the camera goes away, you turn back to look at Jongho who simply laughs at you and sends you a smile that tells all.  

“Yah! You can’t stare at them, there’s cameras everywhere.” Seonghwa snaps him back into the reality of being an idol, Jongho apologizes and looks at the stage instead of catching himself staring at you.

He can’t even glance at you without causing something. Jongho is sure that people already took notice at his gawking but he can’t help it. The way your hair laid beautifully on your head, the batting motion of your eyelashes, your lips that spread flowers over his when in private, and the figure hugging attire you have on sends him into a frenzy. And your eyes, they–

“Dude, seriously? You need to stop looking over there right now!” Yunho harshly whispers in his ear, warning him once again of the fans surrounding them.

“Sorry.”

“Start acting like it.”

He’s frustrated watching you sway to the music–it’s not just the act alone but it’s the fact that he can’t hold you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder and sway along with you. His eyes burn hearing the soft love song play in the background and seeing you dance alone. He can’t act out, especially here.

His love-hate relationship with award shows is truly something that bores him. He loves seeing his fans and the rush of performing but, ever since he met you he dreads award shows. His fans are respectful and don’t crowd the boys, but he feels so suffocated by the flashes of the long lenses and the need to act proper.

Don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t talk to this person, be careful of this, don’t you dare, ask before you do it, stop being so this or that;

And the list continues.

The invisible hands grip at his throat constantly. He has all the room to breathe, yet has no air to breathe through his lungs. The floor is made out of eggshells painted in the finest gold; he has to walk with such delicacy that he holds his breath the entire time.

Everytime he sees a camera flash in his face, he can see the headlines and the rumors and the flood of hate comments towards you. He has no problem dealing with the hatred but if it’s aimed at you, might as well rip his heart out because that feeling will hurt less than seeing your bright heart turn dull at the words of faceless strangers. The envious comments flooding your social media is something he can’t help but imagine as he notices more cameras shift over to you. The fingers on the lenses twirl around to focus on your face, and you feel every burn.

The show is coming to an end and you’re ready to go back to the dressing rooms and away from the lenses. Your pace quickens once you’re safe from the audience’s view. Your members attempt to keep up with you. Just as you’re about to reach the hallway of the room, a familiar hand wraps itself around your wrist and tugs you back,

“Y/N wait, let me–”

“I don’t want to be seen with you Jongho.” Your words slice through the first layer of his chest.

Hurt and confused, he asks you to explain further, “w-what? Why?”

“It’s all over Twitter.”

“What is?”

“Just, stop, okay? I can’t go through this stupid scandal and jeopardize my members’ careers. I really really like you but…we were going to be temporary, my company wants us to be forever. I’m not letting someone like you in my life.”

You walk down the hall, the second layer is cut through.

You slam the door and the noise resonates through the vacant space, the third layer is cut through.

Checking Twitter and seeing the hate you are receiving from “fans” cuts through the final layer and pierces his heart.

He walks solemnly into the car, observing the chattering but tired members. Sitting quietly, he peers out the window and looks up at the moon.

Jongho remembers looking at the moon when he felt the most lonely, it was always there for him. The moon understood him and filled the darkness with a beam of light. When he met you, it’s like he cheated on the moon with the sun. You eclipsed the moon from his life permanently. Who needs the darkness when the light is what keeps you warm?

But the moon still remains high in the sky for him to adore. He now sits on the ledge of the window, letting the darkness engulf his life once more.

His heart aches and his eyes burn but knowing you live under the same moon makes him embrace his nocturnal life once again. No matter what, you’ll always be there.

The moon can’t outshine the sun forever.

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- Seongwha

Bts

Kim Namjoon

Min yoongi

[17:03 pm]

⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

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© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

Jealousy

Summary: Minhyuk knows you like Kihyun. He also knows that Kihyun likes you. Tired of waiting for one of you to make a move, Minhyuk decides to give the two of you a little push. Why not gift Kihyun a little jealousy for his birthday?

Pairing: Kihyun x n. Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Minhyuk being a brat, language, kissing

Words: 1,637

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The party was loud with people socializing and music playing in the background. Of course, since Hyungwon was throwing this party it was bound to be a hit. Your head nods along with the music as you nurse your drink. There’s a small plate filled with toothpicks. Those little appetizer things were so delicious you couldn’t help yourself. You’re not sure exactly what they are and are debating about asking Hyungwon about them. You are afraid to ask because knowing him each of these tiny little things probably had a large price tag. But oh my god they are so addicting!

A laugh catches your attention and you turn and see the man of the hour with your good friend Shownu. The latter is rubbing his head shyly as Kihyun pats him on his shoulder. The watch on Kihyun’s wrist catches the light and you can’t help but think back to earlier. You and a few closer friends arrived before most of the party. In that more private setting is when you gifted the birthday man with his present. The sleek and intricately designed watch adorning his wrist was something Kihyun has been eyeing for a while. Knowing this, you saved up for a long time wishing to buy it for his birthday. The look of surprise and happiness had been worth it when he opened his present.

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