At the age of 21 you were kicked out of your parents house after a confrontation.
Since you’re in college your parents allowed you to stay at home to finish college but the campus was more than an hour away. So, it became a habit that you wouldn’t come home sick for days on end. Living with you then boyfriend and is crappy apartment with his two other roommates became your home 30 minutes away from campus. Since you’re in college your parents allowed you to stay at home to finish college but the campus was more than an hour away. So, it became a habit that you wouldn’t come home sick for days on end. Living with you then boyfriend and his crappy apartment with his two other roommates became your home 30 minutes away from campus.
But your parents wanted to see you home more often than what you gave them. After a while it got so annoying that you just didn’t answer their phone calls anymore. One day, you got a voicemail from your mother, where she threatens to cut off all allowances for you, unless you came home. At the time you thought this was the most stupidest thing ever. ‘Why couldn’t you live your life without being chained down to your parents.’ You didn’t know, but all of this started a snowball effect where you went home and practically cussed at your parents for being too clingy.
“Cut the umbilical cord already”. You scream to your mother who looked at you with absolute shock. And in that same moment your father screamed in your face about your disrespectful attitude and how that you were no longer welcome at this home since you didn’t decide to live there. You packed up the rest of your things in your room when you left that same night. And you thought finally freedom but that wasn’t the case.
After the first month of having no disposable income, And your fruitless effort of finding a job, your boyfriend broke up with you as you couldn’t pay your way to live in his apartment. Of course it was his friend who convinced him to do this as they were all paying rent and you were kind of just freeloading. But he was kind enough to let you stay a couple of nights until you can find your own way. There was no scenario in your mind that would lead you back to your parents house, And do you didn’t want to be that person hopping from couch to couch but after a week your luck started to rise.
A close friend of yours (sasha) in College reached out to you after seeing you struggle in classes. You told her about the situation and she agreed to let you stay with her until you could get back on your feet. You are grateful, and in the same week you moved out of your exes three room apartment and into your sashas cozy little studio. The days went by and you still remained unemployed and collecting debt. You came across this website, it was for sugar daddies looking for sugar babies.
It seems stupid at first but as you considered it more and more it was actually kind of a smart idea. Acting as a companion for these older men in exchange for money, it was borderline prostitution but still legal because they weren’t paying for sex, they are paying for love.
So, you’re scrolling through this site day after day having conversations after conversation, when you finally run into this one guy who didn’t look that old but who knows. Byun Baekhyun was is his name. He looked 25 but his age said 37. That was hard to believe, but you message him anyways. If he was a catfish then you’ll just move onto the next right?
So you message him and he’s nothing but a gentleman in text form. But he’s very straightforward and blunt. Within the first few days of talking he already asked what your monthly expenses were and of course you didn’t know what to take and count for his monthly expenses as you didn’t pay for anything major. You barely had a car, splitting the rent in the studio apartment would’ve been easy as of already cheap, and because you didn’t have any income to begin with leisure spending wasn’t really the top thing on your mind. So he gave him a ballpark estimate of $35,000.
He explains to you that it was an a lot of money actually and that he’d be happy to pay that much maybe even rounded up to 40,000 a month. Soon after that he scheduled for you to to meet up at a Thai food restaurant that had the best tea ever. Friday at 6 PM, and he was very adamant that it was just going to be a short meeting.
So you go through your wardrobe and you find the most classiest outfit that you could find yet still casual. Nice black leather pants a pure white blouse and silver 5 inch block heels. Your friend asked where you going and for some reason you just wanted to keep this whole exchange it secret from her. She came from a very religious family and you didn’t know with what you were about to do was morally correct in her eyes and or if she would still allow you to live with her if she knew. Because as far as you knew this was still borderline prostitution.
So you tell her you going on an online date and told her not to wait up as you didn’t know if you’re coming home. You’re obviously joking but it produced a nice chuckle from the both of you. So you grab your keys and off you go to the state. As you get closer and closer to the location you get exponentially more nervous and suspicious about the authenticity of this whole exchange. What kind of crazy person pays someone else just to be around? How desperate does that make somebody? Isn’t this a fetish? So many questions went to your head and you singled out only if you to ask this me and once he saw him. You promised yourself that no matter what he looks like you were going to go through with it. But if he was a complete psychopath you’d be allowed the first chance you got.
You text him from the website telling him that you got here. He said to just walk inside and asked for bacon in the lead you to his table and that’s exactly what you did. Expecting the worse you get ready to put on a brave face as you meet this man but when you saw him you were stunned. He looked just as useful in his pictures his hair slicked back, face shave and clean, suit as sharp as ever. A nice silver suit with a metallic black shirt underneath and a gray tie. In a soon as he locked eyes with you he felt like nothing but pray. He just oozed dominance.
“ and you must be the little lady that I’m waiting for, huh?” He stands up to greet you giving you a handshake and pulling you into a hug. You are already nervous as it is so when you stumble over your words it just made it 1000 times worse. Now you’re embarrassed and nervous what a combination. “ you look stunning, I’m glad you stayed true to your photos, even on sites like those you can get catfish”
You chuckle at all of his words as you sit down. He’s a lot less blunt in person and seems to want to take things slow so he offers you a meal and you look through the menu order your food and as you’re waiting for it to come out he just makes the general conversation to learn more about you and to tell you about this whole arrangement that he has planned out.
And you asked your share of questions of course, like where he works? what he does on his free time? what he expects out of this relationship? And apparently he is a vice president for a PR industry and keeps up high disposable income by making investments in major companies.
“ so here’s how I’m thinking this can work out, we will meet at least once a week but will never meet at my house and I will never go to yours, but don’t worry will be in a very lavish environment nonetheless. But this exchange is more business than personal to me and I like to keep my personal life away from my business. You said you’re new at this rate?”
“ yeah, you’d actually be my first sugar daddy so you know, be patient with me, I guess” you say this was such a cool way that it releases a slight chuckle from his mouth as he replies “of course you’ll be treated well”
“ this arrangement can go as short or as far as we take it, and we won’t engage in anything new unless you’re comfortable with it. So make sure you’re communicating with me because even though I don’t want to force anything on you I do like surprising my little sugar babies all the time.” He smirks at you, and his staring just made you feel hot all over. Like what kind of power did this man have.
“ every meeting I’ll give you $10,000 and all you have to do is be nothing short of my cute little girlfriend”
“ I mean, you’re making this really hard to refuse. So I guess if you’re OK with taking things a bit slow at first then I’ll be all In” he’s excited to hear this and offers to drive you home. Do you deny this request but Thanks him for the meal that he paid for it anyways. You to exchange phone numbers so that you could confirm this relationship as official.
As he walks you to your car you contemplate it if this was the right way to go or not. Just then he stops you read as you make it to your car and spins you around.
“ trust me baby girl, I’ll make you the happiest that anyone ever could.” You are speechless and could only develop a shy smile as you look down to the ground. He grabs you cheeks gently and kisses you on the four head. It was so loving it made your heart skip a beat, he was so gentle.
“ thank you for this time, can’t wait to see you again.” You show your gratitude by giving him a hug before you get back into your car. And he walks away to his.
Before you get the chance to drive off you get a text from an unknown number. Undoubtably Baekhyun. “ get home safely baby girl, and make sure to text me when you get there. So I know you’re safe” you reply of couse and smile to yourself. This wouldnt be so bad after all.
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So it wasn’t until I finish this whole scenario that I realize the request was for a Text and not a scenario so I guess part two would just be text based with some scenario in it. Oh well.
Movie night with my man, cuddling up with snacks and a comedy. Judging the actors and laughing at when either of us concentrated on subtitles,depending on who picked the movie that night. Maybe a little fooling around if things got boring. At least this is what I expected out of tonight. But no, someone or some people decided they was gonna come over into my humble abode and throw our plans into a wall.
Baek was cool with it though, and that’s okay since it was his boys but damn, as selfish as it may sound, I do like to have him to myself. I just had to thank my ass only three came and not the whole damn team. Being outnumbered on the ratio of English to Korean, a Korean movie was the pick for tonight. Not only that but some 3 star horror movie found on Hulu. Now I’m not interested in a horror movie, especially one I couldn’t understand so I get on my phone.
Half way through the movie ,I’m in the fan part of Instagram and a good 3 people got mutilated in the movie. Looking at these fan made stories of exo was ridiculous, the smut was good for some but others were just completely unrealistic. However, in still consumed in reading these one shots, focused, and self-commenting on the situation of the “reader”. I’m so focused that I don’t even realized Baek was staring at my phone. Any other time, Baekhyun will act like he never heard of the word English just to piss me off sometime but when he was curious everything suddenly came back.
I almost didn’t react to his choked chuckled before we slipped my phone away from me. “Are you reading Porn?” No shame, no mercy, no discreteness, just put me on the spot like that. The other boys looked at Baek and me fighting over my phone. “No. Now give me my phone” he leaned over and did his best to read off my phone “I started off slow, grinding against his member? (y/n) you are reading porn!” He laughs loudly and the other members joined. “it’s just smut, it’s not even that serious”I tried to defend myself but it was past too late. They were gonna get their fix of teasing me anyways. “(y/n) if you wanted some privacy with Baek. You don’t need to read about, we’ll leave.” Chanyeol faked sincerity and I rolled my eyes, laughing in sarcasm “I was just bored, damn. And chanyeol I don’t know who you’re coming at. I seen your browser history, you read fan story about yourself All. The. Damn. Time” i pointed out and laughed at his change in expression “if you gonna come at me, you better come correct”
After that little episode I was sure the whole thing just blew over but nope…. They still acting childish, making stupid innuendos and talking about how I write shit on the low. Can’t even write an essay willingly let alone a whole story and fucking a Kpop idol. I argued the Accuracy of the stories and how this like that was fiction but of course that didn’t help Jack. I was one joke away from becoming best friends with the saltiness, that is before Baek leans into me and whispers “if it bothers you, I can kick them out and we can test the actual accuracy of those stories” This man here was always one step from getting in my panties and one step from getting slapped sometimes. I chuckled and whispered back “I’ll be in the room. Reading my porn” I got up and dismissed myself saying goodnight to everyone before strutting my ass to the bedroom.
Not 10 minutes later did Baek show up in the bedroom. “Ready to review?” He tried it. And I sigh a chuckle before motioning him to the bed. “Get your sexy ass over here”
During the years when they weren’t talking, the memories they had of each other were a source of pain and joy in turns. In different areas of the city, in different parts of the country, or across the world from each other, they sometimes thought of each other at the same time: the long nights in the studio before debut, the times they went shopping together, every evening that Kris had to wait for Tao outside the shower to protect him from ghosts, the ridiculous games they played on variety shows, and the sweat they poured together on stage. Each sweet memory pricked bruised and bleeding hearts until any happiness turned bitter on their tongues. When even the best times clouded over in a miasma of hurt, they knew they had to make new memories to replace the old, just as they had changed the people they once were. They met for the first time, again, to introduce the men they had become.
Like two cats caught in a sunbeam whenever they’re in a dressing room, they fall asleep curled up together. It’s not enough that they share a room in the dorm and the horrific mess therein. They still need to be close enough to touch and to talk to each other all the time. When Sehun won a room alone, he still wanted to share with Joonmyun. It doesn’t feel right anymore to sleep alone or next to anyone who isn’t Joonmyun. Without Sehun right there, Joonmyun curls up in the bed and looks small and lonely. Whenever one travels, the other has to go with him, no matter how far the journey - all the way to Paris once, when only Sehun had an official schedule. But they rely on each other now, even more so than at the very beginning. They won’t be separated.
I will always be your biggest fanboy. I’ll promote you whenever you come out with your own solo music and I’ll make sure that no one ever forgets that you are still a very important part of our group. I’ll be the first to ask when you’re coming back to visit. I’ll be around to answer anything when you have Korean vocabulary questions or compliment you when you say something the right way. I’ll be the one to make sure that you aren’t spreading yourself too thin and that you’re getting enough sleep. You are one of the best people I’ve ever met and my favorite person in the world.
Maybe we were meant to fall in love, but we were never supposed to be together. At every turn, we were kept from each other, by our company, the apartments we lived in, the countries we worked in, and the demands of our careers. But none of that stopped us from stealing illicit moments backstage at music and award shows or spending every break from practice in our own world. Still, when the time came, I left and you didn’t follow. I wanted to feel betrayed or disappointed that I wasn’t enough, but in my heart, I knew it. Our love was enough for kisses and quick lapses in judgement while we were in the same city, but it could never stand up to more. We weren’t brave enough to try and we couldn’t nourish a relationship that no one else wanted. But it was good. For a time.
Love can be found in a thousand small gestures. A few words of encouragement during a competition, a hand to block the light from his eyes, a comforting arm around the shoulders, a bite of food offered, or simply reaching out to touch. They are moments that could go unnoticed or be easily forgotten, unless you choose to see them, to remember them. To recognize that love is not just in the grand and obvious expressions, but the smallest things that we do. If we choose to see and remember the small actions, we know that they were not indifferent or cold. There was care and love in every moment they spent together, short though it was.
In between takes, he catches his breath, sits down with an iced Americano, and pulls out his phone. He checks on the Man U game first and then turns to your contact in his text messages, his posture finally relaxing when he sees the notes of encouragement and photos of your cats lazing around. He’s out here doing one of the most amazing jobs in the world, in beautiful scenery, and with some incredible people, but he would trade it to be at home with you and the cats in an instant. He would rather nap and watch movies on the weekend with you, curled up on the couch than go to movie premieres or fashion shows.
Prompt: You kind of-sort of said you had a boyfriend and now you both are invited to a ‘couples only’ party and now you have to find a boyfriend ASAP
Pairing: Chen x Reader
Warnings: Alcohol, poor dating history, a little bit of smut.
Word Count: 9,118
A/N: This was for a one-shot challenge. We had a really cool idea for a Valentines prompt but life decided to come in and drop multiple anvils on all of our progress. Life can be shit like that sometimes but at times like that you also have to step back and realise that the writing can wait. We made a group decision to kind of call off the challenge but still post if/when we finished. This is my contribution.
Anyway, let me know what you think - apparently I cannot write a short one-shot to save my life so here is an almost 10k present for you.
My very good friend had to remake her blog 6 months ago so I want to share her work with you! Please give her fics a read, they are funny and sexy and so well written.
This fic is how we started talking and I just want everyone to read it! It’s honestly so good!
okay, so even after writing this, i’m 90% sure that minseok would NEVER let anyone eat in his pristine living room, BUT I CAN DREAM
Movie Night with Minseok: 550-ish words of self-indulgent fluff that I cranked out in about an hour. Um, enjoy?
You checked the time on the microwave again, smiling at the cheery pop of the popcorn inside. A little over 30 seconds left, good.
“You know, I’ve never understood why popcorn is considered such a movie food. You would think if you’re watching a movie, you’d want to hear what was going on. It seems to me like the crunch would make it like, the actual worst movie snack. Right?”
Minseok laughed as he swept behind you to set a bowl on the counter. “Oh, yeah, what about your snack?” He used the countdown as an excuse to snuggle into your back, his chin dipping to rest on your shoulder.
You reached up to sweep your fingers through his hair as you leaned into his embrace. “My snack? I made brownies!” You tried for offended, but it came out as another laugh as you gestured at the pan with the butter knife you’d been using to cut them. “And okay, I also bought ice cream, but neither of those are crunchy. Usually.”
The microwave chose this moment to chime its end, and you weren’t sure if that helped your argument or not, though from the warm huff of your boyfriend’s laughter against your cheek, you doubted it mattered.
Minseok lingered at your back for another moment longer. “Yes, yes, you and your sweet tooth.” From someone else, it might’ve been a criticism, but his voice had that warm, playful edge to it that had helped make you fall for him in the first place.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek before he took the two steps to open the microwave, which washed his kitchen in the familiar scent of melted butter. Carefully pulling the hot bag out, he dumped it into the bowl while you tried to maximize the number of brownies you could fit onto one plate.
“Besides, chocolate and coffee go so well together,” you said with a jerk of your chin to his shiny, well-loved coffee maker.
Not that he’d made coffee, but the night was young. And considering that Minnie has suggested a mini Marvel marathon, you were definitely going to need caffeine at some point.
Snacks in hand, you both made it to the couch to settle in for a night of superheroes. You propped yourself in the plush couch corner while Minseok arranged the food on the coffee table along with a few bottled waters he’d set out here earlier. Once everything was set to his satisfaction, he leaned back into the cushions at your side. Not quite snuggling yet, but again, the night was young. You had plenty of time to fall asleep on each other in a cozy ball of limbs.
“Okay, so where do you want to start, babe?” you asked Minseok as you reached for a water. “I’ve already seen, uh, most of the Marvel films, so it’s up to you, as long as the films are post-Civil War.”
He pulled out his phone as you drank and scrolled over the screen as he replied, “Well, I was looking up the best order to watch them in, and the only thing I could figure out was that nobody could agree what that best order was. So…” He continued to explain his reasoning, gesturing every now and then as he spoke. You couldn’t hide your grin as you screwed the cap back onto your drink. Damn, he was a nerd, but he was your nerd.
