[11:45] you stood by your locker, sighing because the ringing in your head seemed restless. aimlessly staring at a distance made you hear the chewing you did inside your gums.

yeri was worried, looking at you every now and then just to check your state. “y/n, we have to eat.” flinching as you unknowingly slammed your locker, sighing more than ever. she turned to seulgi with teary eyes, “eonni, she’s not getting any better.”

she patted her shoulder before wrapping her arm around her even though she has books on the other. “she will be, it just takes time.”

you went to the cafeteria, quickly grabbing whatever food your eyes landed on. a rough group of boys caught your attention- the hot sporty ones, as fellow schoolmates called them so.

one boy dressed in a black tee stood out not just because of his height, but because he was staring at you since he stepped foot. the way he stared at you made you feel nostalgic so you averted your eyes.

his name’s johnny. everyone knew him as the surf guy, well-mannered, and handsome. he didn’t even plan on breaking eye contact with you until you did. “johnny… keeps looking this way, it’s weird, and awkward.”

sooyoung patted your hands, pressing her lips to a thin line, “why not talk to him?” and as soon as she suggested this, johnny walked towards your table.

“sure..” you said, straightening your body as he approached closer.

taeyong and the rest of the guys just behind him and walked to seulgi was, “why did you let y/n be? you know they can’t meet.”

“it’s troubling her, don’t you see?” she reasoned, “she’s been sighing since-”

“hi, i’m johnny.” they whipped their heads to their friend, and their chests never felt so hurt seeing him introduce himself to you with a smiling face. the air around them never felt so tense and never had they ever expected this to happen so soon. even so, the innocent look on johnny made them feel bad.

they looked to you, who was clenching your chest.

“i’m sorry, but… do i know you?”

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[11:42]elitestudent!johnny slung his messenger bag across his body once the professor called the class into a halt as everyone stood, his newly bought rolex watch wrapped on his left wrist made people look his way.

with a figure tall and muscular, and skin quite tanned- his hobbies include surfing and tennis by the way, people can’t help but wanting to befriend the sophomore hottie. johnny gave them a glance, a small smile and a bow to acknowledge hearing their little whispers about him.

as he made a slight eye contact with you, however, he froze on the spot. his constant staring unknowingly blocked the way of other students behind him who were rushing out for lunch break.

“yojohnny, you coming with?” jaehyun looked back at his friend, “heard they’re serving buffet at the cafeteria.”

he looked at you one last time before biting his lip, “yeah, let’s go.”

the cafeteria was pretty much everyone’s favorite spot to hangout and chill, johnny was no different, talking and laughing out loud with his friends. they became quiet when they noticed him looking elsewhere.

jaehyun raised a brow, snapping his best friend out of a trance. “earth to johnny?” he chuckled, “you alright?”

“y-yeah,” he fiddled his fork on the pasta, looking back at you. “she looks familiar.” jaehyun, mark, yuta, and kun looked at each other, not saying a word and johnny quickly caught on, they were hiding something from him. “do i know her?”

“uh,” mark rubbed the nape of his neck, he wanted to say something but was afraid of the aftereffects. looking at his hyungs for backup, he hesistated once they gave him an unencouraging and stern stare.

“not that we know of.” taeyong managed to break the tension.

“well i’m going to talk to her.” their panicked eyes sought each other’s help as johnny stood up walking towards you.

“johnny, wait!”

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pepero kiss | johnny | mini coffee

pairing: johnny x reader

genre: corretto with syrup! very sugary ☕️

bean count: 775

a/n: i have a week off which sucks cuz bye money but here’s a delayed valentine’s coffee special for you enjoy reading my lovely beans!

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midterms, projects, presentations. that usual cycle of college students have to repeat in the span of four to five years. and all you wanted was to have a well deserved break after everything’s done.

you stretched your legs on johnny’s couch, staying at his apartment was only supposed to be during the afternoon. though that plan had failed because you went rollerskating with your girls prior to coming here. you wanted to leave after having dinner with him but he insisted that you stay the night because your apartment was stations away.

johnny looked at your studious self, typing away on your laptop while you listened to lofi-music. as for him, he already finished his projects and homeworks an hour before you started, so he was pretty free.

he sometimes would tease you for not completing every project after him, and he found it cute that you were so competitive about it. you were competing with the rank one of your major.

also he was kind of frustrated at you, not because you were catching up with your deadline and putting other things first than your studies, but because he wanted your attention for almost two and a half hours.

usually you’d give him glances and sweet smiles if you needed a break. however, tonight was just not that night. johnny sighed out loud on purpose just to make you notice him. he opted the decision to give you any physical contact, ‘cause the last time he did so he got a painful smack on his newly inked tattoo.

you tried so hard not to giggle at your pacing boyfriend, his reaction to not being noticed was funny for you. and even if you did pay him any attention, you wouldn’t be 90% finished as you were now. so you thought to tease him for a while.

when you finally held the cover of your laptop, johnny immediately looked to see if you were done. only to be disappointed once again to see you getting your notes from a folder.

“ah, i’ll just watch some tv while you work.” he dramatically said, reaching for the remote control before realizing it was pepero day. so he went to the pantry and grabbed a box of it.

he knew it was your weakness since you started dating and he knew how much you can’t resist it. the familiar sound of plastic rustling made you look at johnny for the first time in two hours, and snickered at you as he took a bite of a pepero stick and winked at you.

you didn’t know whether to laugh to be disgusted but you just awkwardly looked away. not wanting to show johnny that you wanted one. you closed your laptop and walked towards him, attempting to get the box from him.

ha, it worked.

johnny smirked, “babe, you have to finish your project then you can get a reward.”

you pulled a puffed face at him and johnny swore he wanted to drop everything to hug and kiss you. “i’m already done, so i can have my reward.” you said as you took the box of pepero from him, putting one stick in your mouth.

johnny squinted his eyes and pulled your hairtie off towards the ends of your hair. you gasped as you halted in your steps and held his hands, johnny used this opportunity to pull you gently towards him and turned you around.

you stared at him as he wrapped his arm around your waist, the pepero stick still in between your lips. he smiled at you with his light brown eyes. and he leaned closer to you that you assumed he wanted to try the pepero kiss. so you automatically closed your eyes.

he took the biscuit away that as you opened your eyes, he shook his head and waved the chocolate stick at you. “that’s not the reward i’m talking about.”

“hm?”

johnny grasped your body tighter and locked his lips with yours. you almost forgot how soft they were that you wanted to stay like this a little bit longer, which you did, for two minutes.

you licked your lips and coughed shyly, blinking at the ground not noticing he placed the biscuit in his mouth. you took the box from his other hand, wanting to have a snack after finishing your work.

“ah..” you whined as you turned to look at him, “that was the last one?!”

johnny looked at you mischievously, fiddling the biscuit in his teeth. “mhm.”

“babe i want one.” you chuckled, earning a hum from him.

“sure.. but you have to do the pepero kiss with me first.”

a spark maybe | johnny | ch.27

a spark maybe: ch. 27

coffee line: after floods of photos sent to you after that new years eve party, your once quiet life is soon to have a kickstart with the famous jock johnny suh. will there be a spark in your love life?

a/n: john and y/n wat u both doin?

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[17:40] You were always the child that had to settle. To settle on having hand-me-downs, to settle on not getting anything new, to settle on getting whatever was left. Your family wasn’t poor, you were very comfortable, but you were the youngest child. Your parents didn’t see the need in buying you anything new when your siblings’ stuff was in perfectly fine condition. Perfectly fine, meaning it was still functioning. But you didn’t complain, you had grown quite accustomed to settling.

That was until you met, Kun. There was nothing you couldn’t have. Kun wanted to give you the world by any means, and he would. If you looked at a clothing piece for a second too long, Kun was already pulling out his card. If you struggled between two options on the dinner menu, Kun would just order both. If you even mentioned wanting something Kun would order it. There was literally nothing you couldn’t have, you didn’t even need to ask.

So when it came to your guys wedding, Kun gave you no budget. He agreed to pay for everything for the wedding. Kun’s parents wanted to splurge on their only child’s wedding, so they assured you, that you guys could have whatever you wanted. So you didn’t hold back, this was gonna be your day, your one day that you wouldn’t settle.

When your mom flew in to help you overlook some of the arrangements, she was absolutely flabbergasted. Your mom saw nothing but money down the drain, spent on useless things. You tried your best to ignore all her little comments.

That was until you guys went to one of your dress fittings. You had picked out your dress with Kun, and some of your friends. None of your family was there, when you picked it out, but you wanted your mom to see it. So you brought her, Kun, and Kun’s mother along to one of your dress fittings for them to see it.

You tried it on, and the dress had been customized several times over for it to be to your liking. Kun’s mother insisted that you make whatever changes necessary for it to be perfect, she promised you that you could have it all. You were so grateful to her, that you were gonna be able to have the perfect dress.

You walked out of the dressing room, to stand in front of them. The look on your mother’s face broke your heart, she seemed so angry with you.

“(y/n),” her voice took the scolding tone, it was cold, firm, angry, “how much is this? I did not raise you to be the type of person to spend money frivolously. This is ridiculous, you don’t need all of this. You’re just spending money like it grows on trees, you should be ashamed of yourself, considering this isn’t even your money.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes and roll down your face, you hung your head, not even having the courage to look at your mother or answer her.

“They can have whatever they want,” Kun spoke up, his voice took on a terrifying tone. A tone that you knew he was angry.

“Excuse me?” your mother asked, now turning to look at Kun. “I appreciate everything you have done for (y/n), but they don’t need all of this. This is just ridiculous.”

“(y/n) can have whatever they want, this is their wedding, and the last I check you weren’t paying for it.” Kun spat back at your mother.

“Kun it’s really fine, I’m okay,” you spoke up quickly, knowing that Kun wasn’t going to back down, since it was you.

Kun’s mother stood, from her seat pushing past your own mother to come up to you, “are you okay my dear?” you just nodded your head, not trusting your voice to convince her. She smiled sweetly at you, before turning back to your mother, “I think you should leave now.”

“I am not leaving this is my child, and they aren’t going to waste anyone’s money on that ugly dress.”

“Like my son said, (y/n) can have whatever they want,” Kun’s mother pulled out her wallet, grabbing the card out, handing it to the girl that was helping you guys, “charge it now, the full price, everything.” Your mother couldn’t contain the shock on her face, “I think you should leave now,” Kun’s mother said once again.

After changing out of the dress, you apologized to Kun’s mother for your moms behavior. You told her that you didn’t need the dress, and you would pay Kun’s mother back for everything, that she didn’t need to spend anymore money on you.

“Sweetheart,” Kun’s mother spoke coming up to you, “when I got married, I spent a total of $25,000 on my dress. Your dress isn’t even worth half of that yet, trust me, it’s more fine that I buy this for you.”

You wanted to cry about how lucky you have been to meet Kun, to be apart of this family, to have his love. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to settle my love,” Kun spoke softly to you, wiping away the stray tears.

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[10:49] Your thighs were sore, your eyes were rolling back, you were considerably fucked out of your mind, but your boyfriend was still absolutely conherent to everything around him. Jeno had looked completely unaffected as you bounced up and down his cock continuously. He even still managed to look behind you to the computer screen, when he noticed a notification pop up on the screen. You were nearly on the edge of the mind-blowing orgasm and your boyfriend was completely unbothered.

You wish you could say that you were irritated at his unethustatic reaction, but you really weren’t. You were extremely turned on by the fact that he remained completely in control. That he wore this cocky smirk as he watched you bounce up and down. That his hands rested on your hips, not at all controlling your movements but just resting there. That he looked at you with loving eyes, his pupils blown wide.

*ring*

Jeno’s phone started going off, stopping your movements. You calmed down a bit, sobering up just a bit. Jeno grabbed his phone off the desk looking at the screen to see Jaemin’s contact picture. He slid the button to answer the call, “hey.”

You could hear the muffled sound of Jaemin speaking, but you remained still waiting for Jeno to finish his conversation. “Hold on one sec, jaems,” Jeno spoke quickly, moving the phone away from his ear, “why’d you stop baby?”

You wanted to curl into yourself at this moment, completely shocked at Jeno’s question, “because you’re on the phone.”

“Did I say to stop?” Jeno asked, with an air of confidence. His voice dripped with dominance. You slowly shook your head, unsure where Jeno’s mindset was at. “Keep going baby.”

You slowly started back up again, going up and down at an insufferably slow pace. Jeno wasn’t satisfied, squishing his phone between his shoulder and ear. He placed both hands on your hips, this time controlling your movements. Bouncing you up and down faster than you were going initially. You had to grip Jeno’s arms to steady yourself. You threw your head back in ecstasy, the moans pouring from you. You felt the orgasm that was slowly built up over time, rushing back to you with light speed.

Jeno hummed along to whatever Jaemin was saying, as he moved one hand from your hip to your core. Rubbing soft circles on your cilt, speeding up your impending orgasm. You let a gut deep moan.

“Is that (y/n)?” you heard Jaemin’s voice clear as day in that one moment. You tried to halt your movements, but Jeno didn’t let you.

Instead he chuckled at Jaemin’s question, “I’ll call you back late Jaems,” he said with that same cocky smirk.

“Dude what the fuck, why…” Jeno ended the call before Jaemin could finish his question.

“Look at you baby,” Jeno teased, he started thrusting up, meeting your bounces, “couldn’t even control yourself when Jaemin was on the phone.”

“Jen… so” you were panting out of breath at this point, ready to pass out, “so close.”

“Go on baby, you can cum for me.” At his command you felt the wave of pleasure wash over you in absolute bliss. You threw your head back as you clenched around Jeno tighter than before. You rested your head on his shoulder, now feeling exhausted. “Feel good baby?”

All you did was nod and mumble something that sounded like a ‘yeah.’

“Don’t fall asleep, I’m not done with you yet,” Jeno teased further. You wanted to groan, and complain you were tired, but this was Jeno. You would never turn down the opportunity to get your guts absolutely rearranged by this man.

[21:23]

y/n’s eyes focused back on her surroundings when she noticed the golden hues painting around her room behind her phone.

her and haechan had stayed in for a lazy day and were just spending some quiet time. when the time had passed she had no idea.

a relaxed smile pulled at her lips as she lazily turned towards her left, wondering what haechan was doing. the boy had been awfully quiet; and although she knew sometimes the obnoxiously loud haechan could also be calm haechan, it was absolutely not in his nature not to cuddle up to her during their usual silent evenings.

her smile widened as her eyes rested on a sleeping angel. he was lying on his side, one hand under his cheek and the other between his knees.

his clear skin being kissed by the setting sun made him shine as bright as the sun he was named after.

knowing how much of a deep sleeper he was she didn’t think twice before turning to her side fully and resting her palm on his jaw. her thumb swiped at his cheek, before it ran lightly along his eyelashes. his bottom lip being the next target as she just admired his beauty.

she took a deep breath as she shuffled a bit closer and raised her self up to softly press her lips to his forehead, peaking through his parted hair.

haechan took a deep breath in as he blindly reached out, with the hand that was trapped between his knees, tapping the sheets in front of his stomach before his hand bumped against her elbow. he shuffled closer, and as he did he pushed her back until her back was flat against the bed again. a soft laugh left her lips.

“what are you doing?” she giggled as he wrapped one leg around her hips and his arm around her stomach. he just groaned before he settled and sighed.

“keep doing what you were doing,” he whispered, voice groggy and y/n laughed before grasping his face in her hands again. she waited a second for his body to relax against hers before-

“AHHHH YOU CRAZY WOMAN LET ME GO!” he wailed as she squeezed his cheeks all of a sudden.

y/n cackled loud as he scrambled away, eyes horrified, before soft laughs escaped him too. the look of pure happiness in her face warming his chest.

as the two looked at each other, in the golden hours of the day, they fell in love with each other a little bit harder.

haechan didn’t think twice to shuffle towards her when she opened her arms. his own wrapping around her as she cuddled her arms around his shoulders.

his nuzzled his head under her chin as she pressed small kisses to his hair.

“i love you,” she sighed and he hummed, the soft squeeze of his arms at her words letting her know he loved her just the same.

[10:44pm] mark lee; fluff, tw alcohol. 0.5k words.

mark lee was a lightweight. this was a fact you knew well. and so, when you went out for a few late-night drinks with your boyfriend, you should’ve known it was going to end this way. while you were only tipsy, mark was passing into full-on drunk.

the walk home was only fifteen minutes normally, but you were taking it slowly, mark’s hand tightly grasping yours.

“hey,” mark murmured. “the park.”

you walked past the playground every day on your way to work, but it was eerily quiet and empty - as expected at this late hour. the roundabout sat motionless, the climbing frame empty.

mark looked at you, a scarily mischievous grin on his face. “should we…”

“the gate’s locked, mark,” you pointed out. “c'mon, let’s get home.”

he scoffed. “the fence is, what, a foot high?”

before you had the opportunity to respond, mark had let go of your hand, crossed the street, and hopped the fence. you blinked. and followed his steps.

mark was sitting on the swingset, beaming as he waited for you to join him. you took a seat on the second swing, and looked over at your boyfriend. you couldn’t help but smile back at him. his eyes were sparkling in the light of the streetlamps, and he looked positively angelic.

with a laugh, mark began to swing, pushing his legs through the air to boost his height. his giggles were music to your ears, and you followed suit.

“look how high i can go,” mark panted, and you chuckled at him.

“hey, watch this!” he said suddenly, and before you knew what was happening, he jumped off the seat, flying through the air and (miraculously) landing neatly on the cushioned rubber floor.

“oh my god, be careful!” you gasped at him.

“i’m a professional, baby,” he waved away your worries, looking very proud of his maneuver. you slowed your swinging down gradually, watching as mark shrugged out of his coat, discarding it on the floor and stretching his arms wide.

“you’ll catch a cold, mark lee,” you tutted, though he failed to listen.

“come here,” he said, extending his hand out to you. “come dance with me.”

you smiled, standing up. “there’s no music, markie.”

“we don’t need any,” he said, taking you into his arms. his hands went to your waist, and you rested yours on his shoulders. you let him move you, swaying together to an imaginary beat under the light of the moon.

“you’re so beautiful,” mark complimented you, gazing at you with pure adoration in his eyes. you leaned in, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing his lips.

“you’re so warm,” you said, pulling his body closer to yours and absorbing his body heat, combating the cool temperatures of the night. mark squeezed you tightly, picking you up and spinning you around.

“mark!” you giggled, and he put you down, kissing you again.

“let’s go home,” you suggested, and he nodded. “don’t forget your coat!”

“okay, baby,” he said, picking his coat up from the ground and taking your hand in his once more.