Yeonjun X Blue Hour Minisode 1

cw: perv sunghoon. he's a little gross but who isn't tbh. masturbation, edging, overstimulation. throatfucking, breeding. sunghoon's imagination runs wild.

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okay but gross perv sunghoon who is obsessed with you ohhhh here we go

you know him, you speak to him every once in a while. he asks you for a pencil in class, "coincidentally" bumps into you at your favorite coffee shop. sees you at the gym and offers to spot for you, blatantly staring down your sports bra to get a peek at your tits.

oh but his favorite time of day is when he gets home from whatever occasion he's decided to meet you in. he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down just enough to free his cock, balls aching in anticipation. he spits in the palm of his free hand and starts to jerk his cock, his other hand occupied in holding his phone.

on the screen is his favorite picture of you. it's an innocent picture, truly. you've got a big grin on your face, phone clearly propped up on a window sill as the sun illuminates all of your pretty features and fuck- his cock twitches. he imagines you're on your knees beneath him, mouth open and eyes wide. he knows he's big, no woman has ever been able to take him fully.

he wants to see the fear in your eyes when he pulls it out, hot and heavy in his hands. he just thinks you'd look so cute. he'd never make you take it all, though. he's no sadist. that being said, no harm in forcing your head in place for a couple seconds, have you spluttering on his cock just for him to let you up, let you catch your breath.

his pace quickens and he's so fucking close. he wants to blow his load all over your pretty face and lick it off once he's finished just to spit it back into your mouth.

then the scene changes. you're on top of him. legs shaking, hands gripping his as you struggle to fit him inside of you and-

sunghoon circles his fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing so hard it fucking hurts. it hurts so fucking bad but he can't cum yet, not until he's finished fantasizing about fucking you.

once the feeling subsides, he continues vigorously pumping his length, the overstimulation making him dizzy, dazed. its almost primal, the way he wants to take you. fuck sitting on top of him, he wants to fuck you into the mattress. he wants to tower over you, big frame covering your small body as he breeds you. thrusting into you is a bit of an overexaggeration. to be exact, hes barely pulling out before pushing back into you. he imagines holding you down, cooing at the cute noises and squeaks you make.

his breathing picks up, his brows knit together, his jaw goes slack and he's about to cry. he's about to fucking cry as he feels his balls tighten up for the second time. he's out of his mind, brain rotted by the thought of you. fuck- fuckfuckfuck he's gonna cum.

he sucks in a deep breath, doubling over and fisting his cock violently. he's being so loud, nearly yelling as milky white liquid spurts from his cock. he can feel it through his whole body and its so fucking good. his eyes squeeze shut and he continues his fast pace even after he's emptied his balls. hes addicted to the feeling. he wants to cum over and over and over until he's nearly braindead. he feels drool run down his chin and he's fucked himself stupid once again. when he opens his eyes up, hand finally slowing its pace to a stop, he's happy to see that he released his spunk all over his phone. it covers the screen that once showed your angelic face.

he know's he put on a show. he can only hope that you, his roommate, heard it all.

18+ mdni. not proofread. fem!reader. 1.7k words. a/n. this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now so i decided to finish it :P

perv!anton, who is the perfect neighbour. he's tidy, polite, respectful, and quiet. it’s a dream living next to him, really. when you first moved in, he brought you an array of sweet treats and savoury snacks to welcome you to the neighbourhood. he was so friendly and kind to you, letting you know that if you needed anything, he was just a house away! little did you know that it was all a ploy.

perv!anton, who befriends you only to see your pretty face and even prettier body more often. he tries so hard to pay attention to what you say, but he just ends up staring at your plush lips, wishing he could kiss them, or see them wrapped around his cock. him being distracted by you gives you the illusion that’s he’s a great listener, when in reality, he’s just zoning out on the dip of your waist, the curve of your neck, your hands, and definitely your tits.

perv!anton, who nearly lost his mind when he found out your bedroom was right across from him, your window nearly lined up perfectly with his. poor horny baby stands behind his curtain every night, peeking over the side to watch you undress, tracing your silhouette with lust-filled eyes. he can’t help the way his hand slithers down his boxers to toy with his pretty cock, imagining it’s your pussy that’s wrapped around it instead.

perv!anton, who has committed every piece of you to his memory. every feature and quirk of your face, every line of your body, he thinks about them all day. he loves to imagine ruining you slowly — shoving his tongue past your lips, massaging your tits, marking your neck, sliding one of his long, pretty fingers down your panties to play with your clit. it’s consumes him — the idea of fucking such a gorgeous girl silly.

perv!anton, who stole a pair of your panties one day. you had kindly invited him over for a movie night, and while you had excused yourself to the bathroom, he sneakily slipped away into your closet. with his heart pounding out in his chest, he sifted through your drawers, desperately trying to find your intimates. he ended up stuffing a thin, pink lace pair of panties into his back pocket. he smiled to himself softly as he laid back on your bed and you walked in without a clue in the world of what he just did.

perv!anton, who tries your pair of panties on the moment he’s back in his own room. he’s so shy about it, even though nobody’s there to look at him. he stands in front of his full-length mirror, admiring how tiny they are on him, and how his thick cock pokes the delicate fabric, creating a little tent. he fucks his fist right then and there, so turned on by the filthy sight. poor baby boy is so obsessed with them, he sleeps with them under his pillow every night, taking them out to stuff his mouth with whenever he humps the edge of his bed to relieve himself.

perv!anton who imagines you bouncing on his cock so he can fall asleep every night. some people count sheep, others recount the activities they did during the day, but not anton. all he needs to lull him to dreamland is the vision of you on top of him, his throbbing red cock disappearing into your sopping wet pussy . he wonders what exactly your moans sound like — he knows they’re pretty, but he dreams of the day he’ll be able to hear them in his ear from you mewling out in pleasure all because of him.

perv!anton, who isn’t as slick as he thinks he is…

you’ve caught him staring through your window plenty of times, mostly because you’ve wanted to get a peek of anton yourself. how could you not? he was such a pretty boy, so soft-spoken and unassuming, and so big. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t had lewd thoughts about him.

which is why, one night, you purposefully leave your curtains open, so he can see all of you.

that night, he’s perched at his window as usual, peeking around the one curtain that’s drawn. one large hand slowly massages his length up and down as he waits for you. he gathers up the warm pre-cum that’s leaking out of him with two fingers and coats his cock with it. soft, quiet whines escape his lips, noises made in pleading.

you enter your room, setting up your bed the way you like it for the night. anton waits for you to draw your curtains, but you don’t. he’s confused, brows furrowed as he watches you work at your desk for a bit, then disappear into your closet for a while.

he stands by his window dumbly, his hand barely pumping his cock anymore. where did his pretty girl go? he can’t cum without the sight of you, and he needs to cum. his dick is aching, and every nerve in his body feels taut. he’s about to give up, his head resting against his curtain with his eyes closed, when he decides to check one last time. he looks behind the curtain to find you staring right back at him, your arms crossed with your lips fashioned into a playful grin.

poor anton gets so shy, his cheeks flushing crimson. he squeals and hides away, backing into the wall. he’s so embarrassed, he starts to feel light-headed. with heaving breaths, he slowly inches towards the window to see if you’re still there. maybe you had finally shut the curtains. he still needed to cum after all, and he knew that he’d find a way to live with the shame, eventually, even if that meant coordinating his every move in way that let him never cross your path ever again.

to his surprise, you’re still stood there, with the same smirk on your face, but something else rests in your eyes. lust? hunger? anton can’t quite put his finger on it, but it sends a jolt of excitement straight to his cock, and he wraps his sticky hand around it once more, his thumb grazing his slit slightly. his mouth hangs open in fascination as he studies your movements.

you smile at him knowingly, the only thought running through your mind is that you want to put on a show for him — finally give him what he’s been wanting. what’s the harm in such a pretty, loser boy taking pleasure in your body? you wanted to see him squirm, wanted to see him completely unravel in front of you.

you languidly slip off your clothing, piece by piece, making sure to drag the tips of your fingers down your skin gently. he stares at you as you get to your shorts, shimmying them down your legs, then teasingly stopping at your bra. you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him if you should unclasp it. anton just nods stupidly, his head slightly hitting the window. you giggle at his desperation, taking off your bra strap by strap, until your tits fall out, bouncing lightly.

anton continues to fist his cock, a string of filthy moans leaving his lips as he watches you play with your nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting them around. his hand pumps harder, and he starts to feel his knees weaken, so he leans his body against the window for extra support.

you quickly pull your desk chair up to the window, sitting down on it with your legs spread prettily, as far as they could go. you’re sure he can see your folds peeking through the thin, flimsy fabric of your panties.

you let one hand travel up your neck so you can slide two fingers in your mouth. you glide them in and out, lapping them up in spit. you over exaggerate your expressions, knowing it’ll drive sweet, pathetic anton closer to his climax. you roll your eyes to the back of your head, opening your mouth wide, continuing to drag your fingers up and down your tongue.

anton is so lost in his pleasure, he’s stopped moving his hand completely, only keeping it as stiff as possible so he can rut his cock back and forth into it. his eyes are half-lidded, his mouth still hanging open, a tiny bit of drool seeping past his bottom lip and down his chin. loud, raspy moans interrupt his curses and nonsensical blabbers. he’s close, so close.

you trail your wet fingers down your bare stomach, your other hand reaching down to pull your panties to the side, letting your drenched pussy out, all for anton to enjoy. he lets out a high-pitched mewl at the sight. you’re even prettier than he imagined — so wet, all for him. his vision starts to blur from this tears in his eyes. pathetic sobs escape him as he watches you stuff three fingers into your cunt, every so slowly. he pictures his cock in place of them, stretching every inch of your pussy.

you never break his gaze as you ride your fingers, keeping your mouth open and your head tilted back just to rile him up even more. anton is drenched in sweat; small patches soak through his shirt, and the ends of his hair are soaked. f-fuck, please, y/n. you can just barely make out the words he says, his breath fogging up a tiny area of the window.

you rock your hips back and forth faster, curling your fingers to hit your sweet spot. you quickly reach your high, moaning out anton’s name repeatedly as thick, white cum leaks out of you.

seeing his name written on your lips so filthily sends anton over the edge. he quickens his pace in his last few thrusts, his hand starting to cramp up from how tight it was wrapped around his cock. something between a loud sob and a yelp leaves him, his voice cracking near the end as his cum shoots out of him, spattering onto his window. his tip barley brushes against the glass but he uses the friction to ride out his high, his forehead resting against the slightly fogged up pane. he tries to catch his breath as he studies you through blurred vision.

you stand up from the chair, readjusting your panties. you lean against your window, your head tilted with a sickly sweet smile on your face, taking so much pleasure at how fucked out anton looks.

you blow him a kiss goodnight, then shut your curtains as if nothing ever happened.

a/n — y’all idk what the hell happened at the end, it was nawtttt supposed to be that long :’) i’m just such a whore for anton, i guess. also for the plot let us pretend reader doesn’t have opaque curtians lol. hope you liked it <3

just me being in shambles over this man and giving you some content you didn't ask for.

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Here are some random filthy thoughts I have about bf Anton, feel free to stay for the program. 

Anton is the type to... pick you up and bounce you on his cock (On an Anton muscle kick rn) I can see him scrolling on twitter and seeing this girl get destroyed while being bounced on someone's cock, he knew he had to try it. He is going to watch your face with each gasp from being dropped on his cock. 

Anton is the type to...Lay on your chest just to suck your nipples, Hes in love with your chest and sometimes you wonder if he loves it more than you in general. He gives them kisses, Leaves little hickeys, nibbles on your nipples and tugs at them.  

Anton is the type to...take videos to keep for later. This man will watch them when he is horny, for fun, just because he is bored. It does not matter where he is, hes going to hide his screen and put his air pods in so he can watch you take his cock and hear your moans that he always misses. 

Anton is the type to...Cuddle in your neck around public so he can secretly kiss it and give you hickeys. He will not admit it, but he hates when you cover his hickeys up, he will even whisper that too you while sucking new ones on your neck 

Anton is the type to...Grind into you while you two are spooning. You will hear his little grunt and whines while rubbing his cock against your ass, practically waiting for the moment you turn around to take care of him 

Anton is the type to...Tease you till you make the first move; He is not shy or nothing he just wants you to grow the courage to take care of him. He gets spoiled rotten by this as well and once you do it often it is set for life 

Anton is the type to...fuck you with his tongue, preferably if you can sit on his face that would be best but either way, he grows euphoric when he feels his tongue enter your hole and tasting every bit of cum you have. 

Anton is the type to...grow overwhelmed and pull your hair when giving him head. He will hold your hair anyway but when hes close to his release and you feel his cock twitch and small whimpers leave him he going to grip your hair and hold it so tight it tugs on it 

Anton is the type to...take you in doggy and hold your hands behind your back, he finds it so precious when you hold his hand so tight while hes fucking you, he thinks your back is such a sexy sight as well 

Anton is the type to...pay for your nails and toes to get done for the purpose of when you have your feet in his lap, he can massage them and admire how cute they’d look around his cock or when he feels your choking him while you ride, he can feel the acrylic nails run against his skin 

do you think lee jeonghyeon would be on the softer side or the rougher side? Cause I swear I see him as a soft dom but everyone says otherwise

I’m sorry but I personally think he can be both?! But I’m leaning more toward the soft Dom, at least until he has you in bed☝️🙂‍↔️

I think that it really depends on the day, but let the day be a bad day and your night is going to be filled with teasing, and edging 🤔him slowly torturing you then after a few delays letting you come on his cock. On better days I think he’d be so sweet, letting you cum as much as you want, mainly focusing on your pleasure 🤍

𐙚 : CO-PARENTING WITH BABY DADDY SUNGCHAN (text) ֶָ֢ !

request: hi! I was wondering if you could write something on baby daddy! sungchan who's a little bit possessive but reader insisted that they stay co-parents. could be smau or anything! thank you !!

authors note. i never had a request like this before , i love it , i hope you like it 🤍

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

Masterlist:

Pairing: yandere!sunghoon x afab!reader

Genre: yandere, thriller, horror, slight plot twist

Warnings: heavy yandere themes, obsession, mentions of stalking, murder, violence, mentions of kidnapping [more to be added]

Synopsis: after months of stalking you, he has you where he wants you, luring you to an abandoned house to trap you. but he knows it'll take some convincing for you to fall in love and stay with him, so he makes an offer:

win a set of games he has lined up for you and he'll let you go.

or

lose more than two games and you're his forever.

which will it be?

Start: 18 June 2022

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Chapter 0: teaser

Chapter 1: Hello

Chapter 2: Month One

Chapter 3: Month Two

Chapter 4: Month Three

Chapter 5: ...

🏹 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ masterlist !

᧔ꪫ ot7 !

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᧔ꪫ shotaro !

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᧔ꪫ eunseok !

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᧔ꪫ sungchan !

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᧔ꪫ wonbin !

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᧔ꪫ seunghan !

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᧔ꪫ sohee !

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᧔ꪫ anton !

— ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ when the midnight comes… ✮

Sitting on lijeongs lap, making out heavily while grinding against him and hearing his groans so you continue until he cums in his pants 😔😔

Gosh🤭I can imagine him doing that!! His strong hands holding your hips guiding you while kissing you nonstop 😻 him groaning in your mouth then bucking his hips making his big bulge (I know he has a huge cock!) grind on your cunt 🤭

Omg imagine thigh riding with him?! Making you get yourself off on his muscular thighs while either praising you or degrading you?

I’m leaning towards the degrading (bcs I’m a whore) like.. “look at yourself baby…” he’d say looking all cocky 🤭 flexing his leg pushing u to the edge 🫠

When you finally cum he’d probably say something like “such a little slut” or “such a whore. Can’t get enough of me, can you?”🫠

I need him so bad 😭

2 writings for him :)

yeong-hu x f!reader

warnings: mentions of blood and injury?

a/n: this is a longggggg one but it was so much fun writing it! i hope you all enjoy :)

Masterlist

you leaned against the cold wall with your arms crossed, waiting patiently for your brother seok-chan. having a brother who was a crow platoon member had its perks. the main one being, he would get you things that you needed when he went on expeditions.

this time was like no other, you had asked him for some new shoes and low and behold, seok-chan walked towards you with a pair in hand.

“do you know the trouble we went through to get you these?” he complained and you sent him a sweet but cheeky smile.

“thank you to my favourite brother and of course his lovely platoon members” you said the last part loud enough so some of the other platoon member could hear you.

“yeah yeah whatever, im your only brother” seok-chan playfully rolled his eyes and handed the shoes to you before wrapping you in a hug.

“im glad you’re back here safe and sound” you were being more serious now. you always worried when he went on these expeditions.

“i told you that i’d keep seok-chan safe and bring him back each time” yeong-hu appeared and tapped his friend on the shoulder.

“thank you very much sergeant kim. i hope he behaved himself” you playfully pinched seok-chan and he furrowed his eyebrows while dramatically rubbing his arm, acting like he was in pain.

“im always on my best behaviour, right sarge?” seok-chan straightened himself up and yeong-hu chuckled.

“if you say so” he let out a low laugh “anyway, i have other things to do. catch you both later”

you waved him a quick goodbye and then you and seok-chan made your way to the area where you stayed.

“ah, now i can relax” seok-chan let out an exaggerated sigh as he jumped onto his bed.

“no shoes on your bed, you know that! mum taught you better, it doesn’t matter if the world basically ended ” you threw your pillow on him and he groaned before kicking his boots off.

you smiled to yourself as you noticed him close his eyes. he was definitely tired.

you then sat on the edge of your own bed staring down at your current shoes. they were on their last legs. the sole had completely separated and the shoelaces were basically mere pieces of ripped string.

you didn’t waste time and took them off, chucking them to the side and slipping on your new shoes.

god, they felt so comfortable.

“thank you seok-chan!” you called out, appreciative of them.

seok-chan mumbled in his sleep and you jumped up and began to test them out. jumping up and down, sprinting on the spot and checking they definitely fit. mid-way through your tests, there was a knock at your door.

you paused what you were doing and opened the door. standing there, was yeong-hu. he had his hands in his pockets and when he saw you he quickly took them out.

“sergeant kim, how can i help?” you asked and he cleared his throat before speaking.

“y/n, is seok-chan there? i need to speak with him” yeong-hu looked behind your shoulder briefly.

“ah, he’s sleeping at the moment” you moved slightly so that he could get a better view of your sleeping brother.

“that’s fine, can you let him know when he wakes up that he needs to come to the briefing room so i can speak to him”

“will do” you nodded your head “do you want me to tell him anything else?”

yeong-hu shook his head to say no before looking down at your new shoes.

“oh and nice shoes y/n. looking good” he smirked slightly and you felt your cheeks warm up so, you quickly thanked him before closing your room door.

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another few days quickly passed. your brother was due to go on another expedition and you were thinking about what to ask for. there were a couple of things that you needed but you needed to ask for the thing you needed the most so, you were sat trying to figure that out.

“what’s on your mind?” chan-young who was a member of the platoon asked as he took a seat next to you.

“im trying to figure out what to ask seok-chan to get me when he’s on his next expedition” you explained, showing chan-young your notebook with your list of 5 items.

“why would you need a turtle plushie?” he examined the list and let out a laugh.

“it wouldn’t be for me. it would be for sergeant kim, he’s always so kind to me and i want to gift him something”

“but, why a turtle?”

“he’s like a turtle don’t you think? hard on the outside but soft on the inside. he would do anything for the people he cares about even though he acts tough”

“huh, that’s pretty accurate actually. but why not just ask for everything on the list? im sure your brother wouldn’t mind getting all the items on there” chan-young raised an eyebrow.

“it wouldn’t be fair to ask for so much. would it?” you closed your notebook.

“you never know unless you try” he then jumped up “im going to get prepared for roll call, good luck with your list”

“thank you” you called out before opening your notebook once more and ripping the page with the list out.

you swiftly folded it up and went to look for your brother.

you checked all the usual areas but you just couldn’t find him. the only place left would be the platoon briefing room. you approached the room and gently knocked on the door.

“come on in” sergeant kim said aloud and you entered.

“sorry to disturb, i just needed to greet my brother before you all left” you apologised as all eyes were on you.

“that’s fine, we were just wrapping up so seok-chan you can step outside for a minute if need be” yeong-hu nodded his head.

seok-chan went to the side with you.

“good luck out there, make sure to come back in one piece” you smiled giving him a hug.

“will do sis, take care okay? also what do you want me to bring back for you?”seok-chan said and you handed him the paper.

“hopefully everything on there but if not, you can choose just one to bring back”

“of course, bye now” seok-chan quickly rushed away as the platoon members were now leaving to the vehicles.

yeong-hu was waiting at the door for him, you watched as seok-chan and him exchanged a few words. yeong-hu then sent you a smile and you waved before he disappeared through the door.

as the day went on, you did things to fill your day as you anxiously waited for the crow platoon to return. but as it got later and later, you couldn’t help but be worried. the platoon were never late to return and it was pushing past midnight.

despite trying to think happy thoughts, the worst outcomes kept on filling your head. so, you tried to distract yourself some more.

more time went on and they still hadn’t returned. you waited by the area in which they’d enter once they returned. you tried asking chan-young to give you updates but he was under strict orders to not say a word.

“don’t worry, they’ll be back soon. im sure of it” chan-young was waiting with you.

he knew you needed some company.

“they should’ve been back hours ago. what if something bad happened?” you gulped.

chan-young was never the best with comforting so he just waited with you. you appreciated it.

after some time, the sound of tires and yelling voices could be heard and soon enough the platoon members who were on the expedition were back but there was something wrong.

“hurry, he needs to get medical treatment!” yeong-hu’ voice was urgent as they entered through the door.

two platoon members were carrying someone who was unconscious and there was blood on their hands.

your heart dropped when you realised it was your brother that they were carrying.

“seok-chan!” you screamed as they all rushed towards the infirmary. you followed but once they entered the infirmary chan-young held you back.

“let go of me! i need to see my brother” you yelled, tears welling in your eyes.

“y/n, they need to treat him. you can’t go in” he explained.

“but he’s my brother! what if-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence as you stopped resisting and froze.

“that won’t happen , they’ll treat him and he’ll be back to health in no time” chan-young had finally let go of you.

silence filled the air as a million different thoughts consumed you. you sat on the floor and leaned against the wall near the door to the infirmary. your knees brought up to your chest as you waited. tears were streaming down your face and you picked the skin from your fingers.

some time passed and chan-young had to do his platoon duties so he had to leave you. you were all alone now.

that was until you heard footsteps approach.

when you looked up to see who it was you saw yeong-hu. he looked like he had been crying and had some blood from a wound on the side of his face, his upper arm had a large slash on it and his hands had blood on them.

“y/n..” he managed to breath out “im so sorry, it’s all my fault”

you wiped your tears and slowly stood up.

“what do you mean?” your voice was a whisper.

“seok-chan. i asked him to cover me as i explored an area of the mall we were at and the monster it came from no where. it just- it had claws and they were then just in him and we struggled to kill it. it just kept trying to- if i hadn’t asked him to cover me then maybe he wouldn’t be hurt. im sorry i couldn’t bring him back unharmed. im sorry” yeong-hu was holding back tears as he tried explaining what happened.

you couldn’t understand why he was apologising. it wasn’t his fault at all. monsters can just appear out of nowhere sometimes. everyone knew that. never would you blame him for your brother being badly injured.

“sergea- yeong-hu, it’s not your fault” a tear fell from your eye “you did all that you could, im grateful for that”

“i know, but i should’ve been able to keep him safe from getting injured. im really so sorry” yeong-hu apologised again.

you shook your head “dont apologise, its not your fault. really, im thankful for everything you’ve ever done”

without warning you wrapped your arms around his upper torso. he was taken aback by this and winced in pain slightly which caused you to step back.

“you’re hurt” you looked at yeong-hu closely and realised how bad his injuries were.

“i’ll be fine.” he tried to play it off but you shook your head.

“come with me” you told yeong-hu before quickly turning to look at the infirmary room door one last time- with hope that when you would be back later, that you’d be allowed in to see your brother.

he hesitated but you had taken his hand in yours. leading him to yours and seok-chan’ room.

you had some medical supplies in your room from the times, you had patched your brother up after certain expeditions. luckily, you knew first aid really well so you were quite skilful with certain medical procedures.

when you entered, you made yeong-hu sit in the edge of your bed. you weren’t bothered about getting the sheets dirty and got out the first aid kit.

a calm silence filled the room as you began to clean out the wound he had on the side of his head. and although, he was in pain yeong-hu kept up his tough face as you then stitched up the slash on his arm.

once done he sent you quick appreciative smile and the two of you never spoke a single word as you then brought some wipes to wipe the blood that was on his hands.

you gulped as you felt yeong-hu’ ínstense stare on you. he examined every inch of your face. how your eyebrows furrowed because you were so focused, how you constantly rubbed your lips together and how your eyelashes fluttered each time you blinked. your touch was so gentle and caring as you took your time wiping the blood off of his hands. he felt cared for.

yeong-hu continued to stare you as you finished off what you were doing, you were conscious of his eyes in you and when you looked at him and linked eyes, he quickly averted his eyes elsewhere. pretending to not have been looking at you. you cleared your throat and stepped back.

“there you go, how do you feel?” you gathered all the waste and shoved it into an empty plastic bag that you had.

“thank you y/n” yeong-hu stood up “i-“

just as he was about to continue, the room door flew open.

“seok-chan is awake!” a platoon member yelled and immediately you both ran to the infirmary.

in the infirmary bed, seok-chan was barely conscious. he had loads of bandages on him and he had an oxygen mask on.

“my favourite brother” you jokingly said with a sad smile before putting your hand on his.

he let out a small smile and tried to speak but you shook your head.

“you need rest” you then stood back as yeong-hu wanted to see seok-chan too.

“sarge” seok-chan managed to croak out and yeong-hu gave him a stern look.

“make sure to rest up, i’ll need my best soldier back” yeong-hu nodded his head “i’ll be back later to check on you”

without saying anything more he then walked out the infirmary. you were confused. you thought he was going to say more but, then of course it was yeong-hu and he was very unpredictable.

you stayed in the infirmary until seok-chan fell asleep. you then decided to head back to your own room but you took seok-chan’ bloodied uniform with you. you were going to wash it for him so that when he was better, he had uniform ready.

some of the items were not salvageable but you the main ones were. as you moved to wash his cargos, you felt something in his pocket. it was small and round and when you pulled it out, you saw what it was. a pocket-size turtle plushie.

you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as you placed the plushie aside before finishing off the washing. once you were done, you hung the washing up to dry in a corner of your room.

you held the turtle plushie in your hand, gently stroking the soft fabric. a sigh escaped your lips, you just wanted things to go back to how it was.

you were sat on your bed, it smelt like yeong-hu. his scent was very distinctive, it was usually very musky which was now also mixed with the smell of blood.

you’d always found him attractive and seok-chan would even try to set you both up. while on one hand you would’ve accepted in a heart beat but on the other, you didn’t want to get so close and attached to someone else.

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you sat beside the bed your brother was in, in the infirmary. it had been a few days and although he was still feeling weak, he looked a lot better.

he was still sleeping as you waited patiently, you didn’t want to wake him. you hummed to yourself, trying to pass time. suddenly, you heard the door open and saw yeong-hu.

he had tight fitted navy green shirt on, with it tucked into his cargos. the shirt fit his torso well and you could see the slight outline of his abs and his biceps flexed as he moved his arms. you must’ve been staring because he then cleared his throat.

“how is he doing?” he asked and you quickly turned to look back at your brother.

“a lot better, he’s just being very stubborn and not wanting to rest so whenever he’s sleeping i don’t wake him unless he needs to eat” you explained.

“i’ll come back later then” yeong-hu turned to leave.

“wait” your voice came out quieter than you wanted it to and you stood up and walked towards the door too “i wanted to speak with you actually”

yeong-hu was slightly surprised but nodded his head.

“we can talk while i walk you back to your room” he said and you both began to walk

for the first few minutes, you didn’t speak but then as you got closer to your room you decided to tell him what you wanted to tell him.

“i just want to thank you for everything you’ve done. really, im so thankful for everything you’ve done for my brother and i” you told him as you both finally approached your room “i’ve got something for you actually. wait here”

you hurriedly went into your room and grabbed the plushie.

“this is for you” you smiled holding out the plushie.

yeong-hu took the plushie from you, a smile creeping on his face.

“thank you” he breathed out-he was now grinning.

“i got you a turtle because you’re like one” you explained to which he raised an eyebrow “like a turtle, you have a tough exterior but on the inside you’re actually a softie”

“i’ll keep this close to me” he chuckled before putting the plushie in his pocket.

your heart beat pounded as you thought about what you were about to do next. you leaned up and pressed your lips onto yeong-hu’ cheek.

he froze for a second.

“take care y/n” he said with a nod, not looking at you before walking away.

you gulped.

had you made a mistake?

the following days, you tried to speak with yeong-hu but he completely avoided you. you didn’t understand why.

had you done something wrong by kissing his cheek?

you didn’t know.

seok-chan was now able to sit up in bed and you spent as much time as you could caring for him.

“i don’t understand, does he not like me back? i thought that now i’d give it a chance but maybe i was wrong to do so” you were ranting to seok-chan about the whole situation.

“quite the opposite actually, he’s just too coward to admit it” he sighed under his breath but you had managed to pick up what was said.

“what did you say?” your eyes went wide and seok-chan shook his head.

“nothing” he swallowed hard.

“you’re lucky you’re already injured or else i would’ve fought you to tell me everything you know” you warned your brother as you decided to head out to find yeong-hu.

you wanted answers and you wanted to be with him.

it took you a while but you found him. he was in his room and was surprised to see you standing at his room door.

“i like you a lot and i want us to be more than friends” you said it straight.

“y/n don’t do this” yeong-hu rubbed his jaw “you shouldn’t like me”

“why shouldn’t i? huh? you shouldn’t get so involved within my life that i start caring for you and then just try to act like you don’t know me!” there was hurt in your voice.

“it’s not that simple, you’re one of my- it’s inappropriate”

“but you like me, don’t you? otherwise you wouldn’t be saying anything”

you reached forward and took yeong-hu’ hand into yours. he accepted the touch and after a moment he held onto your hand and pulled you closer to him.

he took a deep breath in as he leaned down, his lips gently hovered over yours and you closed your eyes as he then kissed you. it was a short but sweet kiss and he rested his forehead against yours once it was over.

“of course, i like you” yeong-hu said in a low voice.

“so let’s be more than friends” you whispered and he paused.

yeong-hu then reconnected his lips and you smile into the kiss.

that was your answer.

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