Do You See How Many People Support You Seunghan? Rii7e?

running your hands through his hair while he's eating you out ♡

red light | s.e

♡ genre: smut - mdni! (eunseok x reader) | word count: 1,338 words

♡ warnings: intoxicated, kinda bratty reader! fingering, edging, unprotected sex

♡ summary: bf eunseok picks up reader from a night out, and on the ride home, she cannot sit still, attempting to seduce him until he gives her what she wants.

♡ authors note: another eunseok one shot, honestly i could write about this man all day. i hope you enjoy this one!

♡ song recommendation:

you stumbled out of the club, heels almost breaking, as your laughter echoed in the cool night air. your movements unsteady from the alcohol coursing through your veins. eunseok, your boyfriend, stood by the curb, a mixture of relief and concern etched on his face as he watched as you approached. “darling, are you okay?” eunseok asked, his voice tinged with worry. giggles continued to escape your lips as you weaved towards him. “never better! let’s go home!” you yelled out.

eunseok nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist to provide support as you made your way to his car. as you drove through the city streets, your inhibitions melted away with each passing stoplight. at the first red light, you carefully leaned over, planting a sloppy kiss on eunseok’s cheek. “you’re so handsome,” you slurred, breath warm against his skin. eunseok chuckled nervously, trying to focus on the road ahead. “baby, you're drunk let’s get you home safely yeah?"

but you weren't going to take no for an answer. at the next stoplight, you turned towards your boyfriend, your hand wandering to his thigh. “i love you, eunseok,” you whispered, words filled with sincerity. eunseok sighed, torn between amusement and frustration. “i love you too, but please, save this for when you’re sober.” you pouted, lower lip jutting out in a playful pout. “but i want you now,” you whined, fingers tracing circles on his leg.

he shook his head, gently removing your hand from his thigh. “not now. i need to focus on driving” he said sternly. you huffed and puffed from the passenger seat until the next stop light when you decided to take things up an extra notch. you took his hand that rested on the gear, seemingly innocently and resting it on your knee. when the light turned green, the engine reving up again, you began sliding his hand upwards and inwards towards where you wanted him most.

you looked next to you, watching how his chest heaved and jaw clenched. you could tell you were slightly pissing him off, but you knew he was loving the thrill of this, although he would never admit it. you spread your legs as much as you could, using your free hand to pull your panties to the side, before using his fingers to reach in between your fold, spreading around your wetness, and circling the bundle of nerves just a bit.

your mouth gaped open, as soft pants left your mouth, eunseok letting you use his fingers as a toy to pleasure yourself with. after a few pumps of your own, you let go silently hoping he would continue the rhythm for you. he continued to drive, knuckles turning white as he tried his best control of the vehicle, while speeding up his digits inside you. you began moving your hips erratically, your body begging for more.

the light turned red again, matching the color of lust you had running through your eyes. as he slowed the car down, his fingers that were scissoring you stalling. you had been so close, just a few more seconds, and you would have reached the bliss you were searching for. he turned to look at you, his lips turned into a twisted smirk, as he took his hands from you and licked his fingers clean. now the red light flared the anger that was building up in you instead. your buzz from the alcohol mixed with the pleasure was wearing off. you knew you had to do something, and if he wasnt going to give you what you wanted, then what other choice did you have but to take matters into your own hands...literally.

the light flashed green, and when eunseok turned to focus once again on driving instead of you, you threw your head back against the headrest, putting your own fingers to use in an attempt to bring yourself to the edge. you moaned loudly, with a purpose, to prove a point. suddenly, the car veered over to the right into a vacant lot. your legs closed around your hand from the force of the turn. eunseok put the car in park, quickly removing his seatbelt as well as yours, and ripping your hand from your lap. "you have been very bad". he was seething, "good, patient girls, dont deserve to cum do they?" you didnt answer him, you crawled over the middle console to situate yourself into his lap, reclining his chair as far back as you could. "please ill be good now, ill prove it to you." you bargained with him, this is all you wanted, then you could go home with no complaints.

you reached into his pants, stroking him a few times, he was already fairly hard. your mission was nearly accomplished, you knew you had succeeded in turning him on. he reached behind you, unzipping your black dress, hiking it up and off you. you leaned in, finally able to kiss your boyfriend properly for the first time that night. you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. the shape of them fit perfectly with yours, and his tongue felt so soft as it tanged with yours in a fight of passion. he lifted your hips slightly off him so he could shimmy his pants down to his ankles.

eunseok used very little strength to lift you up once more, placing you on his cock as your walls clenched around him as you went down. you wrapped your arms around him, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as you got lost bouncing and swaying up and down, left and right on eunseok. he had his head buried in your neck, letting out groans and pants of his own, fumbling with your tits.

you could tell he was close, and he was holding back from bucking himself into you. you hit your hand against the steam filled window, leaving a print trying to grab onto something as he hit the spot that your head spinning with each thrust. you looked out the window, the faint glow of the lights turning red, yellow, green, matching the pace you set with eunseok. there were no cars on the road, no souls to witness the oscene visual of you riding your boyfriend like your life depended on it.

your thighs were aching, and eunseok was losing his patience. he held onto your hips tightly, bringing your bodies closer together. chest to chest, hearts beating at speeds similar to 80 mph. holding your figure against his big frame, he lifted his hips up into you, meeting and producing a loud smack sound. "eun...seokie...i love you" you studdered out too drunk in a different way to think straight. an explosion going off as you felt him deep in your stomach, setting off fireworks as he said "i love you, darling".

not long after, eunseok released into you, you sat still ontop of him, too exhausted to move. as your breathing slowed, and your intoxication mixed with the high of sex wearing off, you brushed hair out of eunseoks eyes, staring into them, "thank you for always taking care of me." you whispered softly before placing a feathery kiss on his lips. he just nodded, not feeling like any more words needed to be shared.

you were his precious girl, needy, and sorta bratty at times, but still his and he would do anything for you. he pulled your dress back up, fixing the zipper, along with your underwear before picking you up once again, placing you back into your seat, reaching across to help you put your belt on. you felt his cum mixed with yours, sliding down your legs onto the seat but you didnt care it was a reminder that you always got what you wanted. after eunseok sitauted himself he kissed you on the cheek, "now lets get you in bed safely", he calmly said before turning the key in the ignition, pulling out of the lot, and hitting green lights all the way home.

big dick leejeong is a huge yes

Ikr?! Him stuffing you completely full, sick stretching you out ☝️😕I need him so fucking bad 😫

omg okay so idk how i came up with this but

imagine doing a pregnancy prank on idk maybe ricky? and ur crying all that and hes so happy blabla and then u start laughing and kinda feel bad aand reveal that it was a prank. and he's pissed then he pushes you on the bed and says "then lets make it really happen. i want you to carry my babies" or something like that AQAHAHEHSNA 🍓

Ricky would be so mad once he finds out you were joking. But if you want his babies so bad he is ready to please you.

Pushing you to the bed and putting your precious body in a position where he can push his dick deeper than ever.

“If you want my babies so bad, then let’s make it happen”

He would fuck you until you are crying and your belly is swollen from all the times he has cum inside you. Then he would fuck back all the cum that is dripping with his fingers.

“You are gonna be a mommy” he chuckles

This was such a good read 😋

a nightmare on elm street

18+ minors dni !

pairing. sungchan x fem!reader

warnings. demon!sungchan, dub-con, knifeplay, minor blood kink

For a moment, all Y/N can see is gray.

She’s disoriented, and largely, dizzy. Moonlight filters through her curtains, casting shadows across her ceiling that sway with the rhythm of the leaves from the tree outside his window. She has no idea what time it is, her throat feels dry, and her eyes burn.

She can’t remember what she was dreaming about, or why her heart is pounding so heavily in her chest. All she can recall is the shiver running down her spine, but when she tries to lift her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her face, she finds she can’t.

Oh no.

Her heart sinks with fear.

She can’t move her body. She can’t even move her damn legs.

Her eyes darted around desperately, searching for something, anything, but surprisingly, there’s nothing. Still, she becomes hyper-aware of her surroundings, of every little sound in her room, every little shadow.

She’s next on the devil’s list.

She knows the devil is coming for her.

Y/N hopes she can wake up before that happens.

She doesn’t remember the exact moment she fell asleep, if she even set her alarm on time. She had taken a large number of pills to avoid sleeping, hoping to survive one more night. After Shotaro, Y/N knew she was next.

After all, she was the last one left.

All her friends were dead now. They had died in their sleep in ways no one could explain, ways no one even wanted to explain, actually.

Y/N knew her parents were lying, that they knew exactly who the man with the hat and the strange blades on his fingers was, but everyone seemed too terrified to say anything, even if their own children were dying under strange circumstances. They’d rather refuse to acknowledge that something bizarre was happening than talk about it.

Shotaro had figured it out, or at least, he had an idea of who the strange man could be. They had promised to meet up at a restaurant and find a way to stop him, but Shotaro ended up dying while taking a micro-nap. The autopsy said it was suicide.

Y/N holds her breath when she hears the sound of wood being scratched and light footsteps moving through the room. A scream threatens to rip from her throat, but her lips remain painfully sealed.

She tries to desperately remember her sessions with Therapist Lee. The exercises he taught her to deal with sleep paralysis when she thought all of this was just a series of bad dreams. But the desperation is overwhelming, grotesque, and all she can think about is the sound of sharp blades scratching the wood of her desk and the soft laughter that makes every hair on her body stand on end.

God.

A blade drags across her bare leg. The edge irritates her, but it’s not enough to pierce her skin. Yet.

“You should know by now, love,” he hums in a falsely sweet tone. “That God isn’t here. It’s just me.”

You’re not real, she wants to scream, but nothing comes out of her mouth. It’s just a nightmare, and she can wake up at any moment. She can escape because it isn't real. Still, the devil answers.

“I’m not real? Then how can I do this…?” Finally, her lips part with a loud scream as a blade pierces the soft flesh of her thigh. “Does that feel real, baby? Because it looks pretty real to me.” The nauseating smell of blood hits her nose. For a second, Y/N fears she might vomit on herself.

“Please.” She sobs, pleading. She doesn’t want to die, she doesn’t want… “Please.” That's all she can say. All her best friends are dead, Shotaro is dead too, and now, only she’s left.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll be gentle.” A blade now drags over her left thigh, reaching her underwear. It plays with the fabric until, through the deafening beat of her heart, she hears the sound of the fabric giving way to the blade. Despite the hellish heat in the room, the pain that numbs her body, her skin reacts to the abrupt state of nakedness. “I was so curious to meet you, Y/N, to find out why your friends were so obsessed with you.” The bed dips with every word his lips pronounce. Y/N can’t help but rush to hide his gaze at the window beside him.

She doesn’t want to see. To see what killed her friends, to look into the eyes of the devil and know she’s about to meet the same fate as them. She’s terrified. Can fear kill her before the devil does?

Sweat drenches her forehead, her neck. For a second, all she hears are the furious beats of her heart and her ragged breathing. She shudders as a long tongue traces the path from her collarbone up to her jaw.

“Absolutely delicious,” she hears him whisper. Can it taste the fear on her skin? The horror that wraps around her heart as tightly as a venomous snake?

“Please…” she whispers. Hope is the last thing to go, but Y/N has no hope of getting out alive. What is she even begging for? For it to be quick? For it to be painless? All her friends' deaths were brutal; the pain, the fear, was written all over their faces.

What would her mother find in the morning?

She was scared. So scared. She didn’t want to die.

Why had God abandoned her?

“Look at me, Y/N.” Y/N presses her lips tightly together. She refuses to obey. Tears spill over when a gloved hand grabs her face, forcing her to confront her worst nightmare.

Her breath trembles as she meets those glowing eyes, but she can’t stop staring.

They said the devil was once an angel.

Y/N agrees.

“Do you want to know what Shotaro’s last wish was?” The devil—no, the angel—purrs. His eyes study her carefully, scanning every inch of her skin while his tongue wets his lower lip. The gloved hand, the one without the blades, snakes his way to her fragile neck, holding her firmly.

The mention of Shotaro is enough to clear the fog clouding her mind.

“He begged for mercy, not for himself or his soul, but for you. He wanted to save you so badly that he didn’t even care about drowning in his own blood, as long as it meant you’d be safe from my wrath.” Shotaro, oh poor Shotaro. Always so brave, always willing to be her knight in shining armor. Even in his final breath, Y/N was his priority. “It was a shame, his tragic death. I’m sure in another life you two would’ve been absolutely happy.”

Why? She wants to ask. Why them, why Shotaro, why her?

What did they do wrong? Why…?

“Because sometimes, it’s just the way it is, Y/N. Sometimes life doesn’t have explanations. Because it’s not your sins you’re paying for. Sometimes… all you have left is to accept it.” The blades rise above their bodies, and Y/N braces herself for impact. She holds his breath, closing her eyes, sending a silent prayer, even if there’s no one listening, no one waiting to receive her on the other side.

But the air is brutally ripped from her lungs when, instead of the sharp blades piercing her skin, it’s her poor pajamas that take the hit, barely grazing her skin. Y/N can’t help but gasp sharply, though any sound is swallowed by the eager mouth that crashes onto hers, kissing her carelessly.

The devil’s hand moves from her neck to her jaw, gripping it tightly enough to know bruises will soon form. Y/N isn’t sure if the grip is meant to show her his strength or to stop her from pulling away, even though she still can’t move a single muscle.

The extreme warmth of his tongue is disorienting. It wastes no time chasing her, caressing it, sucking it like candy. Everything about the devil feels scorching hot, but Y/N is too dazed to know what’s happening, to think of anything other than the warmth and the strange tingle that starts to spread in the lower part of her body as the devil presses against her.

She doesn’t know when he climbed on top of her—was it when he ripped her clothes or much earlier? She doesn’t know when she started moaning, clumsily chasing the lips that kiss her with the intent to devour her with each swipe, but she feels dizzy, almost drunk.

“M-more.” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. The plush lips feel absolutely delicious against hers.

“Greedy little thing.” Her eyelids feel heavy, but Y/N still makes an effort to open her eyes and look at the blurry silhouette.

The moonlight partially illuminates his face, revealing the stunning features that had once taken her breath away. The devil is beautiful, so beautiful that Y/N can't help but lean in and capture his lips in a kiss that he doesn't hesitate to return.

A hot, leather-clad hand roams her body, playing with the swelling of her breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Y/N closes her eyes again, giving in to the tingling sensation. The fingers knead her roughly, but the sting is soothed when equally warm lips wrap around the abused skin, licking and sucking.

“M-more.” A bite shakes her hard. Then another, and another. The devil alternates between kissing, biting, and licking the skin on her breast. It’s painful, but it feels so good.

The sound of steel clashing sends a shiver through her, but it’s not enough to dampen her excitement, to remind her of that sticky feeling of fear. There’s more, something larger that Y/N can’t identify. Her head spins.

“Look at you, so wet already with just a few kisses, you're so desperate, Y/N.” Y/N moans loudly at the condescending tone. The leather touches her nether lips, toying with her sensitive, shamefully wet flesh, she vaguely thinks the leather's hardness should burn her, but it only feeds the ravenous hunger.

More. More.

Y/N needs more.

The heat...

Her arms are heavy on the sides of her body, but she can move them after a few attempts under the watchful gaze of the creature above her. Y/N's breathing is erratic, gasps spilling from her mouth without stopping as the devil inserts two long fingers into her interior.

“Take off. Take off.” Her fingers wrap around the collar of the striped sweater he wears, but she doesn't have the strength to undress him herself. The urge hits her like a truck and really, the heat is unnerving, it should burn her, because she's sure it's too much, but it doesn't stop her. “Please.”

It's delicious once their bare skins touch. And / N doesn't realize that she begins to yearn desperately for those long fingers to fill her once more until her ears caught the devil's soft laughter. The blood rushes to her cheeks, to her ears, she's embarrassed but she can't stop, not until a hand buries itself between the strands of her hair and pulls hard. Her hips shake in the air, but she manages to stop at the second tug.

“Do me a favor, dear.” The devil says. He doesn't seem to mind having pulled her hair twice. “Suck this for me, okay? If you do it right, I'll be sure to fuck you deep and sweet.” Her eyes lower to the blades, wide and full of disbelief. She almost wants to refuse, but she knows, deep inside her, that that's not an option. 

Still, the thought of cutting herself scares her and makes her resist until a third tug on her hair makes her open her mouth and cradle the blade on his index finger over her tongue. 

With trembling lips, Y/N wraps her mouth around the blade. The coldness of the metal shivers her, but ignites in her something primal, dark, struggling to come to the surface. 

Saliva pools in her mouth and the nervous gulp causes her tongue to unconsciously slide across the blade. The sensitive flesh snaps at the light pressure. The pain startles her, but doesn't stop her. She can feel the blood trickle from the corner of her mouth. 

The devil's eyes turn bright. The red irises should terrify her, but Y/N is amazed.

Slowly, the devil removes the blade from her mouth without provoking her any more cuts and under her watchful eyes, he brings that same blade towards his mouth, licking the trickle of blood that spilled over the blade.

Y/N sees the appendage bleeding probably in the same way as her poor tongue, but the demon doesn't flinch at it. Instead, he leans over her again to kiss her once more, spilling his blood into her mouth.

The devil kisses her deeply, but it is less chaotic and slower. Y/N tries to follow him even with her limited experience, feeling her tongue throbbing from the cut but the devil comforts her by sucking gently on the sweet flesh until he has Y/N gasping once more.

“Absolutely delicious.” She hears him murmur once they part. His mouth is stained with blood, Y/N suspects hers must be too though she doesn't mind at all. Need courses through her body, she feels eager to take more, to receive more.

The devil holds her by the hips, manhandles her like a rag doll until he places her over her knees. Y/N hastens to hide her face in the pillows, embarrassed by the easy way he opens her up, revealing her dripping pussy but moans anyway when the devil carelessly spits on her.

His tongue runs along her vaginal lips, releasing fire in its wake. Y/N is sweating, sweating in staggering amounts, she gasps loudly and sonorously as the demon feasts on her vagina. His tongue frolics around her hole, teasing as he presses the tip of his tongue, slowly opening her up and then withdrawing.

Y/N moans with pleasure. But at the same time, she feels too embarrassed because her hips begin to chase that damn tongue that burns her skin but makes her feel so good.

A hiss escapes her lips as the devil unexpectedly thrusts his fingers in with a wet noise. He teases her until she cums all over his hand and it's so embarrassing that Y/N sobs against the pillows. But it's not enough to calm the burning inside her.

She needs more.

Her prayers are heard. The roughness with which he moves her revives her dizziness and she feels even drunker. The devil holds her by the thighs, pressing her stomach against the bed, he positions himself right behind her while holding her hips high.

It doesn't take long before she feels the head of the devil's cock penetrate his pussy. Y/N feels herself open, so damn open that she's not even able to hold back the saliva in her mouth. He stretches her to the limit, so good that it makes her hold her breath, but the devil doesn't let her adjust to his gigantic size before he starts to slowly move his hips.

The devil fucks her so well, so deliciously that Y/N feels her head spinning.

Everything around her fades away. There is only her. She, the devil and the heat that licks her skin, that devours her every second. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” She hears him curse above her. “So fucking tight.” The fingers of his left hand bury into her waist as the blades of his right hand bury over her bare back, Y/N doesn't know if it's an oversight, if it's a threat, but the sting of the edge spurs her on. Without thinking, she begins to tentatively pursue the devil's lunges. 

The devil does not delay in establishing a fast and deep rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of slapping, the wetness produced by the rapid lunges, the moans that spill from Y/N's mouth in the same way her saliva spills, and the primal grunts that emerge from the devil's mouth.

“Does it feel good, love, do you enjoy how I fuck your pussy?”. The force with which he presses Y/N's body against the bed causes her to clench her pussy unconsciously. Her hands clench in two tight fists the sheet under her body, above her gasps, she can hear the sound of the fabric giving way under the edge of her short nails.

The devil continues to fuck her until his cock reaches that lovely little g-spot that makes Y/N see stars through her eyelids. She has the urge to pull away, it feels so good it's unbearable but the devil refuses to let her go, pressing that spot over and over again, until she ends up sobbing from the constant stimulation.

He holds her even tighter, presses her until she can no longer breathe. 

Y/N is close.

So close.

The onslaught becomes more and more violent. She no longer has a voice to moan, she can only cry at how unbearably good it feels.

So good. So delicious.

Finally, Y/N cums so hard that her mind fades into unconsciousness as the devil spills his hot seed inside her.

BONUS

“Didn't you sleep well?” Y/N is silent at her older brother's question. 

She really doesn't know what to say. Unconsciously, her fingertips press her lips. The tongue wound seems to have healed, but it is the occasional pain that reminds her of the existence of that small cut. What is now her lovely fate because God has forsaken her.

“Maybe we should go back to therapist Lee, okay? He can recommend some pills to help you sleep.”

But sleep isn't the problem.

Y/N actually sleeps.

She sleeps so much that it's starting to affect her academic performance, the little social life she's gathered after moving out of town after all of her friends died and their parents began to question why she was still alive, it's the demon in her nightmares that won't let her get a good night's rest, that continues to use her body and torment her mind.

Still, she can't tell Eunseok that.

She can't tell him that she has a serial killer demon obsessed with her, that she can't escape. She can't worry him anymore, so she ends up nodding, hoping that it's enough to reassure him.

Y/N thinks this is better than being dead.

Or at least she tries to convince herself of that.

(req.) Secret Admirer!Seunghan: Best Friend to Lover

he didn’t care if it was a cliche, you were his love at first sight

Seunghan had seen you on campus the previous year

no classes together, much to his dismay, but he assumed the little crush he had on you would’ve gone away because of that

nope.

the next year, the two of you finally met in one of your classes

shyness suddenly overcoming him as you took your spot next to him

the things he imagined saying to you those previous months completely leaving his brain

he didn’t want you to think he wasn’t interested or at least friendly, so he turned and gave you a small smile

you didn't mind though; a soft smile forming on your own lips quickly in exchange before the lesson started

his demeanor was anything but intimidating, which you were beyond thankful for

the professor wasn’t making the lesson easy to follow, and you eventually gave up on your notes

noticing your pen stopping after a while, he looked at you now completely zoned out

so he took the opportunity after class to ask if you wanted to have his notes, handing them to you casually

this surprised you, and you handed them back after you realized he had nothing for himself

you both had classes to get to, so instead, you asked if he could just text you the photos, more than grateful that he accepted

and he, more than grateful that his first interaction with you ended up this way

still a bit shy to text, he waited until later when he figured you wouldn’t be disturbed

receiving those messages, along with “don’t hesitate to ask for my help” made the smile on your face grow wider

you replied, thanking him and asking questions about specific parts of the notes

(which you really didn’t need help with. it was just your excuse to keep talking to him)

(and he loved every moment)

naturally, you ended up hanging out after class to study

for the most part, you both were productive, getting the important things out the way

then after an hour in, you’re leaning closer, sharing the videos you saved specifically for each other

after a while, you both knew that asking to study together would end up being exactly not that

you didn’t even end up bringing notes or books anymore, enjoying each others company having lunch or simply hanging out in either dorm room

he would often bring snacks and drinks you mentioned liking once, telling you not to worry when you mention feeling bad he’s spending money on you

that he enjoys doing it because it makes you happy and that’s what he cares about most

at this point, he was trying to be a bit more obvious

and now, you both wondered when it would happen, 100% sure you could tell your crushes were mutual

so you took the initiative, knowing his tendency to get shy when it comes to becoming vulnerable

still coming as a shock to his entire self, he quickly made sure you knew he reciprocated those feelings

he’d even admit right then and there that he had noticed and liked you months before you officially met

making it your turn to go into shock

Seunghan, your soft boy

always waits for you in the morning to walk you to your other classes

not caring too much if it makes him late to his own, even after you tell him not to

you guys go on café dates quite often, and he’d bring up this being your relationship origins every time

he knows your order by heart & would bring it to you on days you just wanted to stay in your dorm room & hang out

of course, those dorm hangouts include kissing (if your roommate is gone)

which would lead to spooning afterwards and him requesting you to be the big spoon

you'd both nap for a while until his phone alarm rings with a reminder to “library study group"

if you were still half asleep, he'd litter your face with light kisses before leaving & you would fall back to sleep

there would be times Seunghan was invited to a parties by his fellow classmates & they’d invite you too

and after maybe 20 minutes of the both of you clinging to each other

(out of fear and protection)

and watching the antics going on, you were out of there, ending up going to the nearby park

taking turns pushing each other on the swings while singing some random songs

and he'd promise to go on more special dates with you (despite you telling him you wouldn't even mind another nap date)

on the weekends, he'd find somewhere new for you guys to go

he's totally one for picnic dates if you're up for it

they would last for a while & he'd pull you into his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder as you both talk

and feed each other the snacks you packed

other days, you guys would go downtown, meeting up with your mutual friends

they'd suggest going to the movies and you would both agree, even if you didn't necessarily have any interest in that movie

(but its okay be you'd reenact the scenes you found funny after the movie & make yourselves feel better)

always expect good morning & night texts. the cutest ones filled with bunches of heart emojis

snapchats from him would be either sunsets, fat campus squirrels he sees while walking from class to class, and/or videos of him acting cute to make you cringe (with love)

when studying together, you'd catch him just staring at you

and you’d have to physically turn or push his head away so that you could focus

queue him laughing and smiling harder, continuing to stare with sparkles in his eyes

he's infatuated and you are too

being best friends with & dating the cute boy from your class made you want to write a thank you letter to your professor (even if you were cursing them in your head the first day)

sometimes you two would end up being a few minutes late to your class

for obvious reasons

nicknames would be a very important part of your relationship

your nicknames for him would go from “babe” to “hani”

and for each other, the hundreds from the multiple inside jokes you two had each

you two, the best friend turn couple relationship you have makes even strangers yearn

seeing you two together makes you become everyone's favorite couple, on and off campus

➖ tomorrow by together 🖇️ soobin ! txt

: ran away with me \

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the never ending question of:

do i want to be with ama’s yeonjun, or do i want to be him??

CHA EUNWOO X WKOREA X CHAUMET