Your heart is beating out of your chest as San’s hand rubs your thigh softly, “What did say?”
Your eyes trail to Seonghwa as San repeats himself, “I just said I think you look really pretty today.”
You tilt your head to the side knowing that’s not what he said, “What are you doing?” You weren’t uncomfortable with what San was doing but San seemed to be more touchy than usual, “Are you okay?”
You grip onto San’s chin and pout as you tilt your head. San’s eyes are glued to your lips and your eyes switch between Seonghwa who’s paying very little attention to the two of you and San who is looking at you so intently.
You feel San’s breath fanning over your lips and it’s taking everything in your being not to move forward, “Seonghwa-“ your not sure who your talking to. You don’t know if your calling for Seonghwa to do something, or to you to remind yourself that Seonghwa, your boyfriend, is sitting on the sofa right next to you and San.
Seonghwa hums next to you, still not looking away from his phone, “Go ahead.”
San wastes absolutely no time. With Seonghwa’s words, your back is pressed against the sofa with San hovering over you. Your hands immediately reach up to grip his shirt tightly.
San’s hand slides under your shirt to pull you closer to him. He pulls away and you look up at him with wide eyes before he attaches his lips to your neck. Your breathing is shaky as you feel his lips sucking on you lightly.
You can’t help yourself when you let out a loud whine as San’s teeth drag on your skin lightly. You can feel him smile against you as your hand moves from his shirt to grip his hair.
You tilt your head to the side and you catch Seonghwa’s gaze. Your face gets hot and your heart beats faster as Seonghwa winks at you before going back on his phone.
You know he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye and you think about putting on a show for him, but as San reaches his hand further inside your shirt you let out a squeal as he pinches your nipple.
“San- oh my god San, please.” You don’t even know what you’re asking for. You unconsciously spread your legs and San laughs as he pulls away.
“What’s wrong? Tell me what you want.” San rubs your inner thigh softly and waits for you to respond. Your mouth opens and closes not sure what to say, “I- I dunno. Please just touch me. Please, San.”
San looks up to Seonghwa for what you’re assuming is permission but your hands reach out to the waistband of San’s sweats.
Once San turns his attention back to you his gaze is completely different. You bite your lip and tilt your head as you look up at him. San moves your hands from his sweats in order to remove your shorts.
San slips your shorts and underwear off at the same time making you shut your legs in a sudden embarrassment. San grips onto your knees and spreads them, “Now isn’t the time to get shy, darling. Seonghwa is enjoying it too, right?”
You turn your attention to Seonghwa who’s already given up pretending not to care, has his eyes glued to the two of you. Your attention is quickly taken back as San makes his way in between your legs. Your hand slaps over your mouth as you try to muffle your moans as much as possible.
San reaches for your wrists and brings your hands down from your face and places them on top of his head. You immediately grip onto his hair to push his head further into you.
Your hips start to grind down onto San’s tongue as you grip onto his hair tightly. Your eyes so desperately want to shut but the look on Sam’s face is so pretty.
Suddenly San pulls away making you let out a desperate moan, “Why don’t you just record us? Use it for later…” San winks at Seonghwa and he rolls his eyes but gets his phone out anyways.
San pushes your shirt up over your chest to expose you further to Seonghwa. You smile at Seonghwa knowing that San is going to continue to push his buttons until either this is over or he snaps.
You turn back to San with a pout, “San, ignore him.” You pull him down and he avoids where you need him so desperately.
His tongue glides over the skin on your inner thigh, your breathing is heavy as your clenching around nothing. You want nothing more than for San to just fuck you, but you know that would be slightly pushing it so you keep quiet about it.
Sam’s hand reaches in between your legs and spreads your cum before he spits on your pussy causing your body to jerk as you cry out, “Fuck, San! Please- I can’t! I need to cum- it felt so good!”
“Did it?” You nod vigorously to try and get San to do anything at this point, “Well since you asked so nicely who am I to say no.”
You almost cry of relief when San attaches his lips around your clit. San easily slips his middle and ring finger inside of you, finally filling you.
You unconsciously close your legs around San’s head as the feeling starts to get more and more overwhelming and your eyes shut as you throw your head back.
San suddenly pulls away and when you open your eyes San has his phone pointed at you too. Another wave of arousal went through you and you almost cum right then.
San has his fingers pumping in and out of you at a faster pace and you struggle to even keep your eyes open, “Look at the camera, baby, I’m gonna save it as my background even if your boyfriend sees it.”
San turns to give Seonghwa a smug smirk and that’s the breaking point for you. His thumb rubbing against your clit in soft circles in contrast to the pace of his fingers feels too good for you to be able to keep going.
You pull San down harshly as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders, “SanSanSan- oh my god! Oh my god fuck!” Your words trail off into incoherent whines and moans as San brings you down from your orgasm.
San stops his movements as your legs start to twitch and your breathing slows down. He attempts to pull away, but your grip on him is strong as you speak up, “Are you actually recording me?”
“Mhm…” San is quiet for a bit before he continues, “If that’s okay. I can delete it if you want.”
You smile as you shake your head. “Are you okay Hwa?”
You properly look at Seonghwa for the first time and see his cheeks flushed as sweat drips down his neck, “Next time I think I wanna join.”
You and San look at each other with a soft smile, “Next time you gotta fuck me, yeah?”
[7:10pm] “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Hongjoong x Fem!Reader
Word count: 680
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Your legs dangle from the counter as Hongjoong’s lips trail up your neck. Your hands loosely grip on Hongjoong’s wrist, not doing anything to stop his hands from making their way in between your legs.
You spread your legs further and push your hips towards his hands as his fingers brush over your throbbing pussy.
The clothing from your bottom half are already embarrassingly hanging off your ankles as the dim light shines on you accentuating the curves on your body already looking fucked out without Hongjoong even touching you properly.
Your voice is quiet as you’re careful not to alert any of the others who are in their rooms, “Hongjoong- please stop teasing me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Really? You can’t?” You shake your head as Hongjoong pulls you to the edge of the counter as he pulls his cock out, “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
You hardly care about everyone else in the house to stop Hongjoong from touching you. You confirm his statement by wrapping your legs around his waist bringing him closer to you, “Please. I don’t care- just fuck me. I need it so bad.”
His eyes are dark and your heart is beating as he looks down at you, “Alright baby, be quiet.” You inhale sharply and cover your mouth to muffle a moan as Hongjoong fully bottomed out inside of you.
“Ohmygod-“ you wrap your arms around Hongjoong’s neck as he started thrusting slowly. “Please, Joong. Faster! I need you to go faster!”
“You’re not gonna be able to stay quiet.” Regardless, Hongjoong picked up the speed of his thrusts as he reached his hand up your shirt to softly play and twist your nipples.
You squeeze your eyes shut as the only thing you can feel is Hongjoong inside of you. Your lip is getting swollen from how hard you’re biting down on it in a pathetic attempt to stay as quiet as possible.
You were doing so well. Staying so quiet until Hongjoong pinches your nipple making your body jerk, hitting the counter making a loud bang. Your eyes suddenly open and you squeal loudly, “Hongjoong! Fuck- it hurts!”
“It hurts?” Hongjoong switches nipples making you let out another loud cry. You nod as your hips move themselves against Hongjoong as the sensations are already becoming too much, “But it feels good, doesn’t it?” When you don’t respond Hongjoong gives a particularly hard thrust making you lose your grip.
Your hands fall behind you, hardly able to keep yourself up as you slide until you’re completely laying down on the cold countertop.
Hongjoongs teasing voice spoke up, “Do you want me to stop then?”
“Nonono! Don’t- please don’t stop!” Your hand reaches for Hongjoongs free hand and guide it down in between your legs.
Hongjoong’s thumb hovers over your clit with hardly any pressure but it feels too good for you to even remember you need to stay quiet. Your glossy eyes look up at Hongjoong begging for him to do it properly.
Hongjoong himself won’t last much longer so he decided to just do what you want him to and as soon as his thumb comes into contact with your clit as he rubs soft figure eights, you cum.
Your grip around Hongjoong’s cock making his thrusts sloppy as he struggles to keep up. You’re hardly paying attention to him as your hands cover your face as you let out loud moans and cries of Hongjoong’s name.
Your attention is drawn back to Hongjoong as he swiftly pulls out of you and holds your hips down as he cums on your lower stomach and swollen pussy.
Hongjoong’s heavy breathing and your soft moans fill the kitchen before he speaks up with a smile, “We better clean this up before they throw a fit.”
Pairing: Soulmate!Yeosang x Reader (fem) / Yeosang x idol!reader
Warnings:none.
In this world, everyone has a soulmate. Most people give up on trying to find their soulmate, while some travel the world just to find that one special person.
Each person has different indicators that a person is their soulmate; in your case, every mark your soulmate gets on his skin appears on yours, like a burn scar, bruise, or a cut. You didn’t have the same moles, freckles, or birthmarks, and if he drew something on his skin, it wouldn’t appear on yours; basically, anything that changes an area of the skin that can’t be easily or instantly undone, will show up on your skin. Luckily, you couldn’t feel the pain from it, you could only see it.
“Y/N, you’re next,” your group’s makeup artist said to you, making you get up from the sofa. You sat on the chair, allowing her to work on your face while you listened to some music. After everyone in your group got ready, you went on stage. You were the leader of your group, so you had to talk before the performance.
-
Ateez had just finished performing and were currently watching your group from the TV in their waiting room while they had some refreshments.
Yeosang wasn’t paying much attention as he was really tired… that was until he noticed the burn scar on your finger while you talked: it was the exact same burn scar as his that he got two days ago while helping Wooyoung cook. He got up from the chair, moving closer to the TV to check if it was really the same. He mentally cursed when you gave the mic to another member, cause now he couldn’t see your hands anymore.
“What’s wrong, Yeosang?” Hongjoong asked.
“Hyung, she has the same scar as me,” he replied, showing the scar on his finger, shocking some of the members. “I’m not sure if it’s exactly the same.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Wooyoung took out his phone; he had already found his soulmate, so he was sure this was a sign. He immediately searched for images on Twitter. When he found a picture of a bruise that you had on your knee, he showed it to Yeosang. “Didn’t you have the same bruise last month?”
Yeosang’s eyes widened. “No way… this can’t be true.”
“You don’t look very happy for someone who just found out who their soulmate is,” Yunho commented.
“That’s cause I’m not,” Yeosang said through gritted teeth. “I hate this whole soulmate bullshit. I’d rather genuinely fall in love with someone than have the universe choose that someone for me.”
None of the guys questioned Yeosang, knowing it was not the best time to talk to him about it; however, they really hoped he would change his mind soon.
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After your group’s performance ended, you all started filming for your behind the scenes content. Today, you all had a challenge to do: your six-member group was split into two teams, and one member from each team had to visit five other groups/soloists in the building to play a round of rock, paper, scissors, and the team who gets the least wins would face a penalty that would be shown on the next vlive. You and one of your members, Aeji, decided to volunteer for it.
After finishing the first four groups, you went to Ateez’s waiting room which was at the end of the corridor. Aeji knocked on the door and Ateez’s manager opened it. She explained what you both were here for, and he agreed to let you film with them.
You entered the room, bowing to the eight men. “Hi! I’m Y/N and this is Aeji, we have a small challenge to do here. Could one of you play rock, paper, scissors with us?” You noticed how some of the boys glanced at Yeosang who was staring at your hands. As soon as you made eye-contact with Kang Yeosang, you felt something unexplainable in your heart, making you gasp in shock. Your vision became blurry and your head started spinning, making you clutch your head with your arms in hope of getting the spinning to stop.
“Y/N?! Y/N, are you all right?” you heard Aeji ask, but her voice seemed so far away.
Your head started spinning even faster, causing you to faint.
“Fuck!” Aeji kneeled down, putting your head on her lap while Ateez’s staff got some water for you. They sprinkled some water on your face, but you didn’t respond. “Oh god, what suddenly happened? She was fine minutes ago,” Aeji mumbled to herself, but everyone heard her.
“Yeosang, do something,” Wooyoung said. “Maybe she’ll respond to you.”
Aeji glanced at them in confusion.
“I’m not doing shit,” Yeosang said. “You know I don’t like this whole soul—”
“I’m sorry, but what are you guys talking about?” Aeji questioned.
“Y/N is Yeosang’s soulmate,” San stated, making the older man glare at him for exposing him.
Aeji’s eyes widened. “Oh, is that so? Well, then do something, please. I don’t know what made her faint.”
“Well, from what I know, she passed out cause she has seen and been in the same area as Yeosang, but never realized he is her soulmate. The intensity of not knowing but being so close probably caused her to pass out,” Hongjoong explained.
You could hear everything, but you just weren’t able to open your eyes.
“Hyung, touch her cheek or something,” Jongho suggested.
Yeosang hesitated for a few seconds before he sighed, kneeling beside you. He placed his hand on your cheek, gently cupping it, stroking your skin with his thumb. Even though he hated the whole soulmate thing, he couldn’t deny that you were absolutely stunning; he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you.
Your eyes slowly opened, immediately landing on Yeosang’s beautiful brown ones. Time seemed to have frozen at that moment, and your heart filled with happiness. It was obvious to you that he was your soulmate; you were thrilled about it as you always wanted to find your soulmate, and you always found Yeosang unique whenever you saw him at shows.
“I-I have to go,” Yeosang murmured before standing up and leaving the room, leaving you confused. Why didn’t he look happy?
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“Kang Yeosang from Ateez is my soulmate,” you told your members. They all were happy for you, except Aeji.
“Y/N, I don’t think Yeosang is as thrilled as you,” Aeji mumbled. “Jongho told me that Yeosang hates the whole soulmate thing.”
“Oh, my brother hated all that too, but after he found his soulmate, he loved it,” one of your members said with a small smile.
“Then let’s hope Yeosang is the same, hmm?” Aeji said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You really hoped everything would go well.
-
“Um, hey, can we talk privately?” you asked Yeosang, standing outside Ateez’s waiting room. He rolled his eyes, but followed you to the rooftop of the building.
You gave him a small smile. “So, uh—”
“Look, Y/N,” he started in a cold tone. “I don’t care if we’re soulmates according to the universe or whatever shit it is. Neither do I want a soulmate, nor do I need one. I’d rather find someone who genuinely loves me for who I am, not because of some hideous so-called soulmate bond.” You just kept quiet, unsure of what to say while your heart ached terribly.
“So just move on, yeah?” he continued, staring at the clouds moving in the blue sky. “I’m sure you’ll find someone who will genuinely love you.” He glanced at you before leaving you all alone on the rooftop with a shattered heart.
You always wanted to find your soulmate. You wanted to experience being madly in love with the person you’re fated to be with till death. But how could you do any of that when your soulmate doesn’t even want you? You wondered how it was so easy for him to break your heart. Was your bond really that weak?
You sighed, blinking away the tears from your eyes. You can’t and won’t force your soulmate to love you back, so you should probably take his advice and try to move on.
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“Wow, Yeosang, didn’t know you were getting some action,” San said with a smirk, confusing the man who had just finished showering.
“What are you saying?”
“No need to act oblivious, we all can see it,” Wooyoung said.
“I pity our makeup artist,” Seonghwa commented.
Yeosang raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “The hickey on your neck, obviously.”
Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed. He checked his reflection in the mirror, eyes widening at the big hickey on his neck and one below his collarbone.
“It’s on Y/N,” Yeosang said through gritted teeth, feeling extremely annoyed and hurt. His heart ached terribly. He wanted to see you right now, but it was nearly impossible. Both his and your group’s promotions ended two weeks ago, and there was no way he could meet you anywhere outside due to paparazzi. He didn’t even have your number.
“You look… pissed,” Jongho stated.
“Well, yeah, my soulmate is fucking another man,” Yeosang spat before sitting on the large couch in the living room of the dorm, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
Yunho raised an eyebrow. “Do you expect her to wait for you when you literally told her to move on?” he asked in disbelief. “And now that she has, you’re pissed? That’s unfair.”
Yeosang sighed, remembering every word he told you. He knew Yunho was right.
“I know, but… I just can’t do this anymore. The bond is torturing me. A-And,” his voice cracked as tears swelled up in his eyes. “I love her. I really love her, soulmate or not.”
Wooyoung sat beside Yeosang, wrapping his arms around him, letting his bestfriend cry on his shoulder. Everyone could only hope it wasn’t too late for Yeosang.
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“Yeosang… it’s been a week. You need to come out of your room,” Seonghwa murmured, kneeling beside Yeosang’s bed.
“I don’t feel like doing that, hyung.”
Seonghwa sighed. “We have to practice for the award show tomorrow. Our manager won’t let you miss practice for the third time.”
Yeosang groaned, putting his blanket over his head. “Can’t I miss it? Can’t our company say I’m sick?”
“Absolutely not,” Ateez’s manager said, entering the room. “You might win a big award tomorrow. And there’s a large audience, you could draw a lot of attention. Besides, Y/N’s group will be there.” Yeosang instantly removed the blanket from his head at the mention of your name.
“She’ll be there?”
“Yeah, the final lineup got confirmed an hour ago.”
-
Yeosang leaned in close to Jongho. “When is our break?” he whispered in Jongho’s ear.
Jongho groaned. “Hyung, this is the eighth time you’ve asked me that in less than half an hour.”
Yeosang glanced at where your group was seated; unfortunately, one of your members was covering you, so he couldn’t see you. He sighed, shifting his eyes back on the group that was currently performing while he tried his best to wait patiently.
As soon as all artists were given a break, he rushed to your group’s waiting room. He found only half of your members there.
“Hello,” he bowed. “Where is Y/N?”
“She’s in the bathroom on the second floor.”
Yeosang rushed there as fast as he could, ignoring the stares he was getting from other artists and staff.
“Y/N!” he yelled once he saw you leaving the bathroom, causing you to turn around.
Yeosang now stood right in front of you, panting from the run. Your heart raced at the sight of how ethereal your soulmate looked tonight, especially in his black suit and newly dyed black hair. He was absolutely stunning.
“Can we talk, please?” Yeosang asked anxiously, hope clear in his beautiful eyes.
You couldn’t say no, even though you should’ve. You simply nodded your head, letting him drag you to the emergency staircase in the building.
You leaned back against the wall, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to. You noticed how he was fidgeting with his fingers while he leaned against the railing of the staircase.
“Are you okay?” you asked in concern. Your soulmate sighed, taking a few steps towards you.
“Can I hold your hand?” he questioned. When you nodded, he took your hands in his, gently rubbing circles on the back of it while he tried to calm down by taking deep breaths.
“I love you, Y/N,” he confessed. “I just… can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else. It kills me to even think of it. I know I was a jerk before and I know you’ve moved on, but I—”
You cupped Yeosang’s cheek before capturing his lips with your own, surprising him; he couldn’t believe you were kissing him after everything he said. He kissed you back, his heart beating rapidly like yours. The soulmate bond between the two of you strengthened, causing a euphoric feeling.
You pulled away with a smile that grew wider when you saw how stunned and happy Yeosang was.
“I tried to move on,” you explained. “But I couldn’t. Not when my heart, my soul, belongs to you. I love you, Kang Yeosang.”
Yeosang chuckled happily, leaning in to kiss you passionately. His heart swelled with happiness and he mentally thanked the universe for bringing the two of you together as soulmates.
ATEEZ Jongho Imagine: When he’s still in contact with his ex-mistress. (Mafia au)
Anonymous said: hii idk if u take reqs but i really enjoy ur storyies n wanted to req smth angsty……mafia jongho who still is in touch w his exmistress n his wife does not like it…. ending can be anyth thx
A/N: Thank you for requesting! My requests are actually closed right now, but I loved this idea so I decided to write it! I hope you like it!
Genre: Angst, mafia au.
Pairing: Mafia!Jongho / Husband!Jongho x reader (fem)
Warnings: profanities, mentions of abuse, alcohol, cheating, and guns.
Tears streamed down your face while your back was pressed against the wall, watching your husband, Jongho, get changed to go who knows where.
The two of you had gotten into the worst argument you’ve ever had. Jongho’s toxic ex-mistress was trying to fuck up your relationship yet again, but your husband just couldn’t see that. She was his mistress for five years and older than him by seven years; she was the reason why Jongho got into the mafia world. He did love her a lot, but she used him only for her pleasure and abused him on countless occasions. One day, she decided to leave him and he was completely shattered. You entered his life a few months later, and it took you nearly a year to pick up every piece and put him back together. When she suddenly came back into his life, Jongho didn’t tell you about it. They chose to speak once in a while… until she found out about you and decided to cause a lot of drama. You were beyond uncomfortable with that fact that your husband kept in touch with her; even after you expressed how you felt about it, your words went into his ears and left just as fast. You wondered how much longer you could tolerate this, cause honestly, you were so close to your limit.
The sound of a gun cocking brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at Jongho who was thoroughly checking his handgun before he placed it inside his leather jacket.
“Where are you going?” you asked in concern, hoping it wasn’t a mission, although he could handle it if it was one. The worst part about being in the mafia was never knowing whether your loved ones would come back alive once they walk out the door.
“That’s none of your business,” he replied, making your heart ache.
“I’m your wife, Jongho, it is my business,” you said in a soft tone. “Are you going on a mission or—” He left before you could finish talking, slamming the door harshly behind him.
You slid down against the wall, putting your head in your hands while you started crying again. Why couldn’t he see how much he was hurting you?
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“Y/N! Y/N, wake up!” you felt someone shaking your body. You accidentally fell asleep on the floor while crying last night.
“How the fuck is she sleeping in that position? Her neck is gonna hurt badly."
You slowly opened your eyes, immediately meeting San’s dark brown ones. Mingi was next to him, looking at you like as if you were an alien.
"No offense, but you look like shit,” Mingi commented, making you snort.
You got up from the floor, groaning in pain due to the pain you felt all over your body, especially in your neck.
“Told you she’s gonna be in pain,” San murmured to Mingi.
The two of them left you to shower while they made some breakfast. You checked your reflection in the mirror, not surprised to see the puffy bags under your swollen eyes.
You were sure Jongho didn’t come back last night, and you really wanted to know where he was.
After taking a shower and having breakfast with San and Mingi, you decided to ask them about Jongho’s whereabouts.
“Guys, do you know where Jongho is?”
“Nope,” Mingi said. On the other hand, San noticeably tensed up.
“You were with him, weren’t you?” you questioned San.
“Not really, but we were at the same club,” he said, avoiding eye contact. San has been your bestfriend ever since you were kids, so you could easily tell that there was something else he wasn’t telling you about.
“Sannie, I know you’re hiding something from me,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re my bestfriend, not Jongho’s, so you better tell me now.”
He took a deep breath. “You’re not going to be happy about it.”
Your eyes widened, immediately realizing what he meant. “He was with that stupid bitch?!”
-
You lit a scented candle and stripped your clothes off before sitting in the whirlpool tub in your bathroom. You felt like shit the entire day and you really just needed to relax.
After a few minutes, you heard your bathroom door open and Jongho walked in, eyes immediately settling on you. You were surprised he came home so fast after being with his ex-mistress.
“I’m sorry,” your husband said, sitting at the edge of the tub. You ignored him, closing your eyes, trying to focus on the warm water instead. “So you’re just going to ignore me now?” You didn’t say anything while you got out of the tub, wrapping your wet body with a towel.
“Y/N, talk to me,” Jongho mumbled, following you to the closet. You wore your panties and a white tank top before moisturizing your legs. “Fuck, Y/N. Talk to me!” Jongho’s voice raised a little. “Say something for fucks sake!”
You turned to look at him. “Why don’t you go talk to your ex-mistress instead?”
“She means nothing to me!”
You took a deep breath. “Did you sleep with her?” you questioned your husband, staring right into his eyes.
Jongho’s jaw dropped a little in shock. “I would never ever be unfaithful to you. How could you even think that I—”
“You were drunk and you spent the night at your ex-mistress’ place, Jongho!” you yelled, cutting him off. “You spent the night at that fucking bitch’s place after all the shit she did to you! What do you expect me to think?!”
“I wouldn’t have been there if I wasn’t drunk,” he stated, taking your hands in his. “But believe me, nothing happened between us last night. I passed out on her couch.”
You chucked bitterly. “You expect me to believe that? You really think I’d believe that after what happened a few months ago?” you asked, referring to the time when he kissed her while being extremely drunk.
“I told you I would never look at another woman as long as I wear this,” he held his hand up, pointing to his wedding ring.
“Wow, that makes this situation a whole lot better!” you said sarcastically. Jongho’s lips pulled into a thin line. He really didn’t know what to do; all he knew was he fucked up big time.
Jongho sighed deeply. “Okay, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry,” he said after a few seconds of silence.
You scoffed, tears brimming your eyes. “I’ve been telling you for months now that I-I,” you choked out a sob while the tears began to roll down your face. “That I’m uncomfortable with you having any sort of contact with her, but you don’t give a fuck. I wouldn’t have any issues with you talking to her if she wasn’t constantly trying to screw things up between us. Why can’t you see that she’s messing things up between us? Why do you always fucking defend her when everyone else can see what she’s doing?”
Jongho kept quiet, listening to every word you said, thinking about all the fights you two had because of her. “I can’t tolerate this anymore. I’m literally done, Jongho,” you continued. “I really can’t handle it anymore. I tried my best to tolerate everything, but I’m fucking exhausted now. What’s the point of being married to someone who clearly prefers the company of his ex-mistress?” Jongho’s eyes widened at your words, wondering if what he was thinking was right or wrong.
His thoughts were confirmed once you were about to take your wedding ring off; he immediately put his hand over yours, stopping you from doing so.
“Don’t,” he whispered, pain and fear clear in his beautiful eyes. “Please don’t. I love you, Y/N.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “I swear she means nothing to me. I’ll stop talking to her. I’m so sorry for hurting you. Please don’t leave me.” You felt a wet drop fall onto your cheek, making you look up at your husband. This was the first time you saw Jongho crying and the sight of it broke your heart. You cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears away.
“Don’t leave,” he murmured, more tears rolling down his perfect face.
“I won’t,” you sighed. You could never leave him; you loved him way too much. “But you have to promise me that you’ll cut her out of your life completely, Jongho. It’s damaging our relationship.”
“I promise I will,” he vowed, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, scared that you might disappear. You slightly smiled, giving him a soft kiss that instantly made him feel relaxed. You could only hope he would listen to you this time.
You and Seonghwa were babysitting his nine months old nephew. The baby refused to let Seonghwa feed him; instead, he took the spoon of food from Seonghwa and threw it away, causing a mess on the floor, making Seonghwa sigh in frustration while he stared at the mess.
“Y/N, could you try feeding him? Maybe he’ll listen to you?”
You nodded, replacing your boyfriend. You took a spoon of the food and moved it around in the air like an aeroplane.
“The plane is coming! Say aaah!”
The baby giggled and pushed the plastic bowl off the table, causing everything to spill on you, dirtying the lower part of your blouse and your pants. Seonghwa offered you his clothes while he quickly washed your dirty ones.
When he saw you in his clothes, his eyes lit up. “Come here!” Seonghwa said, spreading his arms wide. He captured you in his embrace, placing multiple kisses on your head. “You look so good in my clothes. Now, how about we try feeding the little one again?”
Hongjoong:
You were at Hongjoong’s apartment, looking through his reformed clothes and accessories while you waited for him to finish reforming some shoes for Wooyoung.
One of the reformed jackets caught your eye: a denim jacket that had little flowers painted at the back. You thought it went really well with the plain white crop top you were wearing, so you put it on.
“You like the jacket?” Hongjoong asked when he noticed you wearing it.
“Yeah, it’s really pretty,” you said with a nod. “You’re so talented, love.”
“Thanks, babe. I reformed it while on tour,” he said with a smile. “You can keep it. It looks really nice on you.”
“Joong, this would be the fifth reformed jacket you’ve given me!”
Hongjoong chuckled. “And I will keep reforming more for you until I fill up an entire closet.”
Yunho:
Goosebumps arose on your skin as the temperature dropped, and the movie you and your boyfriend were watching was coming to an end.
Yunho noticed you tug on the thin blanket, trying to warm yourself a little. He quickly ran to his room and grabbed the first sweatshirt he found in his closet.
“Here, I know the blanket isn’t helping you much,” Yunho said, handing you his fleece sweatshirt. You were surprised he noticed as he seemed to be very interested in the movie.
You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”
You put on his sweatshirt that fell right below your knee and adjusted your hair that got a little messy from the process.
“Oh gosh!” Yunho giggled, looking at you from head to toe.
“What?” you tried to adjust the sleeves that were really long for you.
“You look even smaller in my clothes, babe!” he pulled you into his arms, still giggling at the sight of you in his sweatshirt.
Yeosang:
You had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for Yeosang to come home from his late night practice session.
When he got home, he found you sleeping in a fetal position, wearing one of his hoodies and his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but giggle, thinking about how adorable you looked in his clothes.
After he changed into his pajamas, he lifted you from the couch, the movement causing you to wake up. “Yeosang? When did you come home?” you asked sleepily.
“About five minutes ago,” he answered, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He gently laid you on the bed and put the blanket over you before getting in with you.
“My clothes look nice on you, by the way,” he said, pulling you into his arms so that he could spoon you.
“Yeah, they’re really comfy,” you mumbled sleepily. Yeosang placed a kiss on your shoulder before he began to sing you to sleep.
San:
You glanced out the window of San’s bedroom, noticing how the heavy rain hasn’t stopped. It was already eight in the night, and you had to go back home as you had work tomorrow.
“Babe, the weather focast says it will rain until one. Why don’t you stay over? I can drop you off early in the morning.”
Your heart beat sped up; this would be the first time you were spending the night with him. “Are you sure, Sannie? I can just wait until the—”
“Of course I’m sure,” he mumbled, kissing your head. “I don’t want to you drive this late, especially when it’s pouring like crazy outside.”
Since it was sudden, you had nothing to wear to bed. San offered one of his t-shirts that fell to your mid-thigh.
Once you changed into his clothes, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him before he gently kissed you. “You look better in my clothes than I do, babe.”
Mingi:
Mingi laughed in amusement when you emerged from your bedroom in one of his sweaters that was way too big for you.
“You can literally wear it as a dress! How about I style you and take some pictures?” before you could say anything, Mingi dashed into your room, searching through your closet. He spent almost half an hour deciding what would look best with the sweater.
“Okay babe, wear this with those,” he said, handing you fishnet tights and pointing at your combat boots. “I’ve seen this style on some celebrities and it looked pretty good.”
You did as he said, and the result stunned him. “Wow, you look amazing!” he immediately took his phone out, taking pictures of you on his snapchat before he switched to the normal camera. “Okay babe, let’s go outside and to the rooftop to get some more pictures! I’ve got a lot of ideas!” He was reallyexcited.
Wooyoung:
Wooyoung told you he would be busy for the next four days and wouldn’t be able to meet you, so you wore his hoodie that he left in your apartment as you missed him a lot.
You haven’t wore any of his clothes before as your relationship was still new, but since he wasn’t here, you decided to wear it anyway; knowing Wooyoung, he most likely won’t be bothered.
However, Wooyoung came over to your apartment the very next day to surprise you. When you opened your apartment door, you weren’t expecting to see him.
Wooyoung’s lips stretched into a smirk at the sight of you clad in his red hoodie.
“Did you miss me that much, babe? I was only gone for a few hours.”
You were a little confused by his words until you realized you were wearing his hoodie. Your cheeks visibly turned pink, causing Wooyoung to laugh and lightly pinch them.
“You look adorable!” he squealed, pulling you into a hug. “You should wear my clothes more often.”
Jongho:
You were at a bowling alley with your friends. You were wearing one of Jongho’s favorite t-shirts as you had nothing to wear, and it went well with your demin shorts.
Jongho and his friends also ended up at the same bowling alley, and you were a little surprised to see him there cause he didn’t tell you about his plans.
“Babe! Hi!” he called out, approaching you.
You gave him a hug, causing your friends to tease you, but you ignored them. “I didn’t know you were bowling today too.”
“Oh yeah, Yunho wanted to play, and we all agreed,” he said, looking at you from head to toe. “Is this my t-shirt?” he asked, pointed at the t-shirt.
You nodded. “Yeah, I had nothing to wear.”
“That’s… a good idea actually,” he said with a chuckle. “Whenever you have nothing to wear, just take something from your boyfriend’s closet. Simple.”
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