My Mind Is Currently Turning To Mush Oh God

—pillow talk. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⟶ genre: fwb!wooyoung / innocent!reader + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 10,334

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: so maybe, if you think about it, you might be in love with your best friend, but you swear it doesn’t mean anything. you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less.

⟶ warnings: yeonjun finally makes an appearance lol, messy idiots in love we been knew tho, oc said many thoughts head full and is v insecure :(, alcohol mentions, multiple sex scenes, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, face riding, finger sucking, fingering, clit play, breast play/fondling, ass play, riding, missionary, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, marking, aftercare!!!

⟶ note: this is part three to body talk !!! it can’t really be read on it’s own so i highly recommend checking out the first two parts!

also tagging @rockwithwoo​ as usual bc she always hears me crying about this fic and puts up with it ty chelle hehe 💛

The thing about your relationship with Wooyoung is that it’s always been a sort of blurred line, in that boundaries with him never really existed.

Maybe that’s always been a given, when you consider the amount of things he will do for you wholeheartedly at a moment’s notice and vice versa. Secrets around each other aren’t really a thing, instead embracing the whole and unabashed truth because that’s what best friends do. It’s a testament to your closeness with him, all the ways in which your friendship with him sometimes may seem a little too close. 

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—body talk. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: fwb!wooyoung / virgin!reader + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 8,889

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: so maybe asking your best friend to take your virginity is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less

⟶ warnings: idiots who might be in love with each other but are oblivious to it, first time sex, clumsy sex, also wet and messy sex tbh, dirty talk, pet names, grinding/dry humping, (brief) mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, clit play, breast play/fondling, hair pulling, missionary, protected sex, aftercare

⟶ note: welp… here we go again, another shameless wooyoung smut to feed my fantasies! anyway, thank you to @ddaechwita​ and @kithtaehyung​ who let me cry to them endlessly about wooyoung and subsequently helped me push this fic out heheh and also for my other fellow wooyoung stans @trustingofwinds​ @seolaseoul​ 👀

also absolutely am thinking of making a part 2 to this, so if that’s something anyone wants, feel free to let me know!! 💛

It’s a little known fact that Wooyoung will do anything for you.

That’s a given, when you consider that he’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember. He’s used to you asking him to do anything and everything for you, whether it’s out of genuine need for help or something for pure leisure. Like the one time you called him drunk at three in the morning and asked him to pick you up from some random party, or that other time when you asked if he would go on a spontaneous midnight road trip with you to the next city over to make it on time for a concert. 

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Twisted Chemistry 8

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, smut, crack

Word count: 9.7k

Warnings: some grinding. 

Taglist: @marigold-mika​, @sunwooyoung​, @nevieatiny​, @nseeteaa, @alecanal93​, @mangotexts​, @underratedmisfit​, @dollarfear​, @sunsethw4​, @mayosgrises​, @atinystray​ (Let me know if you want to be added :]) 

“No way!! You had blond hair?” I laugh lightly as he chuckles at my reaction.

“Blond hair yes, I also did red for a bit and grey.” We were both still laying in bed. It was 7:34am and we had decided to stay in a bit before getting breakfast at around 8:30.

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Parapraxis (C.Sn.)

‘Parapraxis -noun-

Def.-a minor error in action, such as slips of the tongue, supposedly the result of repressed impulses See also Freudian slip’

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San’s voice is familiar to you…you’ve heard it plenty of nights before.

Now you have a face to pair with the voice playing through your headphones.

Pairing: Choi San x Non Binary Reader

*Note: They/Them Pronouns used for Reader but Reader does have a vagina

Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Humor, Fluff, College Au, Non-Idol Au, Sex Worker Au 

Tws: Swearing, Thunderstorms

Sws: Sex Work (Adult Voice Acting), Auralism (Audio Kink), Sex Toys, Masturbation, Gender Neutral Petnames (Baby, Bunny, Kitten), Sexual Fantasies, Fingering,  Unprotected Sex, Creampie, DIrty Talk, Light Degredation

WC: 5k+ (wheeze, this was supposed to be a timestamp lmaooo)

A/N: Happy San Day, everytiny. I managed to crank this one out in two days and I hope you all enjoy it! If any of my readertiny would like me to rewrite this in an alt verson where the reader has a dick instead (still using gender neutral terms) then feel free to let me know and I’d really appreciate it if you lovelies could like, reblog/share, and review!  Enjoy! 

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zhongli and childeee

m.list ✝

↳ a journey of navigating friendship, love, sex, and everything in between. 

pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader x ateez genre: non!idol au, romance, smut, bit of angst word count: ongoing warnings: sexual content, substance use, language

disclaimer: this series focuses on relationships among friends — working through feelings, situations and scenarios along with the exploration of finding and enjoying oneself along the way.

→ all parts of this series coexist in the same universe.

01. 10.2k 02. 3.6k 03. 10.5k ft. jyh 04. 8.7k 05. ft. jwy 06. 07. ft. psh 08. 09. ft. cs 10.

→ relevant tags: [discussion.] | [character story.]

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Sneak peak for tonight's post :) let me know if you'd like to be tagged. Yeosang fic btw

You stopped your ramble with a gulp, your eyes still glued to the floor. "I'd say, go for it. What's there to lose?" Rubbing your knee softly now seeing you were flustered.

"There is stuff to lose though."

"I'm sure nothing important hun."

"3 years of friendship is totally not impo-"

You look up at him quickly with wide eyes, you immediately shook your hands and laughed awkwardly. "Oh god, that sounds like I'm describing us..Oh no its someone else don't worry. Whew," you looked any other way you could until you felt his hand travel up your leg.

"I told you you're not a good liar Y/N."

inked dreams

choi san ! tattoo artist & piercer x female reader 

playing : a little death by the nbhd 

word count : 4k 

warnings : smut. pure smut. mdni. kinda mean-ish ! san, mentions of pain, tongue piercing, reader gets a tattoo, san has a hair pulling kink, dry humping, glove kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, degredation kink, slight voyeurism, cheeky wooyoung, slight ot8 ?  nic addict and stoner ! san ? he’s a bad boy in this ! fluffy san at the end !! lock your doors, ladies !! 

prompt : the girl walks into a tattoo shop and gets fucked by the grumpy idiot in the back trope. enjoy bc i love tattoo artists fics <333 

a/n : super ooc san. he’d never be mean :( he’s too soft for that shit. NOT PROOFREAD LMAO 

tagging : @baekhvuns @kingschateau @seraphdreams @cursed-domain

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[ 03:07 PM ] | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.6k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jongho + female reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, smut. oral (m receiving) fellatio, deep throating (?)

𝐞𝐱𝐭: not proofread , way too much fluff to be considered filth , sorry not sorry , i love jongho

.˚ ₍🗒₎ ꒰ © 𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 ꒱

Click , click , click.

‘One more . . .’ Jongho thought to himself, one more button and he’ll finally be done. After six hours of continuous work he’ll finally have time to stretch and relax. His back slumped over his paper-filled desk, a half empty mug of now cold coffee stood by the edge, and his macbook situated right in between it all.

The young man navigated through the webpage, having already attached his perfected and proofread essay, in search of the blue rectangular submit button. He was more than ready to get over it at long last.

Click

He’s done. He did it, his final paper submitted and left to be graded (no doubt with above average scores). Now he can finally relax.

The brunet throws his arms up in the air, careful not to knock over the mug sitting idly beside him. He stretches his work-shy muscles and releases a loud groan. The bones of his neck snap and pop with every twist and turn he makes, and after a minute of his bone popping session he finally leans back on his chair all lax and worry free.

Jongho slouches lower onto his seat until his head rests at the backrest, staying in the said form for a solid 5 minutes with his eyes closed and tossing all the memories that involved his essay into the back burner. With his breath slowly getting calmer, the man contemplates taking a nap before cleaning up; but he absolutely hates the image of papers strewn everywhere across his desk and he’s pretty sure that mug of coffee will get knocked over one way or another if he doesn’t put it away right now.

With a heavy sigh that induces a high rise from his chest, the brunet sluggishly slides off his seat with intentions of gathering his notes and throwing them into a large manila envelope he found lying in one of his drawers. With the papers put away and his half empty mug in hand, he heads to the kitchen when the sudden memory of you comes into mind.

He recalls the last message you sent to him as he treks towards the sink, his sock clad feet padding on the tiled floors.

You: good morning love <3

You: i hope you slept well last night :>

You: actually no i hope you actually slept at all ):<

You: i know you’ve been busting your ass on that essay but make sure to sleep alright?

You: I Love You <33

Jongho hasn't had the chance to respond since he woke up this morning frazzled on his desk on top of his binders; the rings of his notebook had left red marks on his cheek from where he rested it for the 5 minute turned 2 hour ‘nap’ he decided to take in between his tasks. The deadline wasn’t in 2 days, but to be fair, Jongho doesn’t like chasing due dates.

After he briefly washes his mug, the young man unplugs his phone from the charger to move into his bedroom for his desired nap. A long sigh escapes Jongho’s plump lips when he finally has the chance to rest his entire body on his comfy bed, nice and soft, warm and fluffy bed. Sleep tugs at his eyelids but he fights the urge to fully succumb into slumber in favour of responding to your texts, which were sent around 3 hours ago.

Haribo: hey love, I’m finally done with the essay, yay~

Haribo: I didn’t exactly ‘sleep’ last night, I fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up panicked. But that’s over now, I’m gonna take a nap for about an hour. You can come over if you want, I kind of miss you or whatever.

Haribo: I Love You Too ❤️

You smile down at your phone, ‘or whatever’ you read off the last text you received. In true Jongho fashion, he never fails to hide(or try to, rather) his overwhelming love for you. It’s all in lightheartedness though, you’re well aware of your boyfriend’s personality and way of affection, it’s what makes him Jongho and why you love him so much.

You decide to give him time for his well deserved nap, giving you time to tidy up as well. Your morning wasn’t quite as productive as your lover’s, but you managed to get a couple things done before noon and that was enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.

This morning you woke up and made yourself a cup of coffee, in the exact opposite way Jongho prefers his. Where Jongho prefers bitter and cold, you gravitate more towards sweet and warm. You shot your boyfriend a quick text and then remembered how the night before Jongho had to cut your facetime call short since he was working on an essay; and knowing him, you were a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t stop until he finishes it, even if it means getting zero sleep.

Seeing how you were left on ‘delivered’ for around three hours, you assumed two things: 1) he stayed up late and slept in to get a full 8 hours of sleep or 2) he was still up and running on last night’s mug of coffee as fuel and had his mind in hyperfocus. From his reply, you found out that it was the latter.

Sure you could have sent him a text to make sure he was sound asleep at the right time, but if you know Jongho then you’re well aware of his stubbornness. Also, he’s a grown man and he knows his limits, you don’t need to baby him in whatever he does, he’s perfectly capable on his own.

You decided to leave for Jongho’s apartment an hour after you got his texts, to give him enough time to recharge for a bit. With your phone and wallet tucked safely in your pockets you then headed off to your sleeping beauty. Usually it’d take around 15 minutes for you to get to his apartment by car, but today felt like a lovely day to take a walk; the sky was littered with little wisps of pristine white clouds and the wind was cool from the leftover cold in remembrance of the winter that just passed. At this rate, you’ll arrive at Jongho’s in about 40 minutes-- 45 if you choose to walk slower-- which means even more dream time for your boyfriend.

As you round the corner to Jongho’s apartment complex, a little boy rushes out of the convenience store to your left, the cold air of the air conditioner nipping at your skin and tempting you inside. You thought ‘why not?’ and opted to buy something for you to eat later. 5 minutes later, you’re out of the little shop with a white plastic bag hanging from your elbow.

You: im here love <3 ill just let myself in

You quickly send to Jongho (even though you know he’s asleep) before pulling out your copy of his keys and letting yourself in as quietly as you can. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen to gently put the bag of convenience store food on the counter and the cans of soda into his fridge.

With hands on your hips, you scan the current situation your lover’s living room was in. Overall it was somewhat tidy, save for a few papers that might have flown away and the occasional plastic covering peeking from underneath the sofa. So you took it upon yourself to clean up the little mess you saw just to get it off his back.

When you're done, you lounge on his couch for a while, scrolling through social media, seeing whatever the hell people rave on about these days. Oh, episode 7 of imitation is airing today? Huh I wonder what it’s about. Ooh it’s about idols and--

“Love?”

You hear Jongho’s familiar voice call out from his bedroom and you hurry on your feet to scurry down the hallway and into the arms of your boyfriend. You find him slouched over his blankets with his phone in hand, meaning he just read your text.

“Jongho!” you squeal and jump into his arms, something that Jongho has gotten used to, but in his fuzzy state of mind had startled him, prompting you to apologize with a small smile.

“Morning, love.” You coo and press a quick peck on his lips, to which your boyfriend responds with a throaty hum and his arms come to wrap around your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he goes to lie back.

“It’s literally 3 in the afternoon.” He retorts, eyes shut due to the remnant sleep still stuck on his eyelids from the 2 hour long nap he just woke up from. You snuggle into his hold and mutter ‘doesn’t matter’ into his neck, your breath tickling his skin and bringing out a soft giggle from his chest.

The two of you stay holding one another for a couple minutes, basking in each other’s presence and the soft glow Jongho emanates in his post nap condition. He smells soft and refreshing but toned down and earthy, in other words he smells like comfort. Like coming home and crawling into a well made bed ready for you to mess up. And paired with the fabric softener he douses his sheets in, the scent makes you want to cover yourself in it, if you could store it in a perfume bottle you would.

“Oh right!” You muse, hand settling on his chest and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at your lover’s resting face.

“I bought something to eat from the mini mart downstairs.” Gently tugging Jongho’s muscular arms off your shoulders, you throw your legs off the bed and urge the said man to follow you out to the kitchen.

Jongho watches as you patter into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag with ‘Nyu Mart’ print on the front on his small dining table. Your hands dig into the plastic and you pull out three packages of those garlic sausages on a stick and set it on the surface, followed by a roll of cheese kimbap, two triangle kimbaps, and a packaged egg sandwich.

“Also I put two cans of cider in the fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”

Your lover chuckles and moves to place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a grateful thank you against your skin.

As you expected, Jongho ended up eating half of your sausage and the other two, but you repay him by drinking half of his can of cider. Now, it has been about 30 minutes since you finished eating, and the two of you spent the time lounging on the couch in each other’s arms talking about anything and everything under the sun.

“How well do you think you did on your essay, love?” You ask, cheek pressed on your lover’s defined chest, calmly rising and falling as he breathes.

“Not bad, or at least I think it wasn’t bad. I just hope Prof. Kim thinks so too. That man is so hard to please, he acts like his standards are through the roof.” Jongho scoffs.

“Yeah right, not when his wife looks like that they aren’t.”

“Jongho!” You let out a surprised laugh and gently slap his chest, which was currently shaking as he laughed. Recalling the first time he saw the said man’s spouse, old and wrinkly smothered in the wrong cosmetics. But the worst thing about that woman was her attitude, he can’t even get into the nitty gritty of what he hates so much about her without feeling annoyance running through his veins. And now was not the time for that.

“It’s true though.”

When his laughter subsides a comforting silence settles over you two for a moment. Again, you pop that bubble by speaking up.

“Well I sure hope Mr. Kim likes your essay. You worked so hard on it.” You push yourself up to land a kiss on his jaw. Jongho hums and brings the hand previously wrapped around your waist up to pat your head.

You proceed to litter his skin with little butterfly pecks, gliding down to his neck because you know he likes it. After a particularly long kiss on the juncture of his neck, his breath hitches and the hand on your hair stutters, before his body goes lax again.

“Jongho,” you start, voice low and barely audible to anyone more than a one meter radius from you, “I’m so proud of you.”

Jongho hums, planting his hand on your lower back, dangerously close to the swell of your ass.

“You planning on giving me a reward or something, love?” He whispers, voice equally as quiet as yours, pulling away to look into your eyes. And his heart just melts at the amount of love, affection, and pride your irises held.

“Well, you deserve it.” Your lips come into contact with his in a soft innocent kiss. Head tilting to the side to push your faces closer, your lips perfectly slotting together like they were made for each other.

You pull back to swipe your

Knowing exactly what he meant behind his words, you nod and move to press a longing kiss on his lips. His soft plump lips that taste of Chilsung Cider makes you want to swipe your tongue against them and taste more of it. So you do, licking and nipping at Jongho’s bottom lip, you feel intoxicated by the flavour tinted on his lips despite being a non-alcohol beverage.

The sounds of your lips on one another floats around Jongho’s otherwise empty apartment, combined with the silent ticking of his clock and the birds chirping out his window just makes everything seem so domestic and his heart swells at the thought.

When you pull away, you find your lover’s large calloused hands underneath your shirt and caressing your waist and your own are fisting at his campus sweatshirt. Your legs tangled with one another and your lips both red, plush, and tender.

“Sit up properly, love.” You softly order, clambering to get off of your boyfriend and setting your knees on the floor before him.

꒰♡꒱

“Fuck.” Jongho groans, throwing his head back on the sofa, left hand gripping your hair and the other pushing his dark locks off his face. He looks down at you with your lips around his cock and mouth stuffed full of him, and he almost cums at the sight.

You pull your lips off of his member to take a deep breath and take this as a chance to properly praise the man you love. Giving the head of his cock a soft kiss, you make your way down to the base and press another gentle kiss there, continuing up his shaft until you reach the head once more. Your hands come up to wrap around him, meeting a little bit of an inconvenience due to his girth but you manage with your other hand. Jongho’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at the tight ring you’ve formed around his dick and moans when you start stroking him up and down; occasionally leaning in to let a dollop of your spit drip down onto his length and coat his hot skin.

Jongho’s voice echoes throughout the room, although he wasn’t the vocal type when it comes to sex, he can’t help but let a few noises slip out when he’s getting a bomb blowjob.

When your arms tire out you resort to your lips once more. Taking the head into your mouth, Jongho tenses and flexes his thighs, the warmth that enveloped the tip of his cock in contrast to the cool air that surrounded the rest of his length makes him shudder.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He moans when you suck at his tip before lolling your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, occasionally swiping at the slit to collect the beading precum which falls salty on your tongue.

You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, followed by a few pumps by your hand. Usually at this point you’d stop and have Jongho fuck your brains out, which is fine by him since he loves seeing you get fucked dumb and incoherent by him. But this time when he moves to pull you up on him, you relent.

He raises a brow when you softly shake your head, eyes meeting your own which stare up at him glazed in a dream like state. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of him on your palms; hot, heavy, and hard.

“Don’t move a muscle, love.” You whisper more to his cock than to him. “You’ve barely even slept. So let me do all the work today, okay?”

You finally open your eyes to meet his hooded ones, clouded with lust and dilated.

“Let me be your good girl?” you pull out Jongho’s favourite puppy eyes, paired with his favourite pet name to use on you.

At this, Jongho lets out an amused scoff, tilting his head back and tongue swiping along his teeth as he smirks in disbelief. You’re literally sat on your knees, hands cradling his aching red cock, looking up at him with such irresistible eyes and calling yourself that name. And you expect him to just sit there and not wreck you into his cushions at least?

“Please, love?” you beg one last time when your boyfriend doesn’t look back at you, eyes still glaring at the ecru paint on the wall. You press a small peck on the tip of his member which catches his attention immediately.

It’s when he bites his lip in what seems like annoyance (but you know it’s just him trying to hold himself back) and lets out a low uninterested sounding hum that you dive back into wrapping your lips around your lover’s dick.

Your eyes sparkle against the sunlight that pours into the room through Jongho’s windows and at this he swears you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth stuffed full with his cock and worshipping it like your life depended on it.

Your head bobs up and down along his shaft, making the man before you shudder out a sigh. Your lips were rimmed with a concoction of your spit and Jongho’s precum. The hands that were idly laying on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs slowly slid down to cup his balls and Jongho’s heart nearly jumped out his chest.

Something akin to a giggle bubbles out from your throat at his reaction, yet all that does is vibrate against the brunet’s cock and he groans.

“Fuck, babe.” He draws out the syllables, hands finding purchase in your hair. “Feels so fucking good, yeah?”

Your palms we busy fondling with his balls underneath as your throat repeatedly swallowed around him, at this rate Jongho knew he was fucked. It was always like this. Whenever he was pounding into you he could go on for hours on end. Edging you over and over, smacking the skin of your ass red, sometimes even ripping orgasm after orgasm from you without having to cum himself. His self control was remarkable, however when it comes to you giving him head? He could cum in just seconds. What can he say? You definitely knew how to work your tongue.

Rubbing against the underside of his cock as if you weren’t gurgling around his tip already. God he was so close to cumming, and it sure was obvious from the blush on the tip of his ears, the heavy breathing, and the sweat beading at the crease in between his eyebrows.

“Fuck. Stay still, babe.” he suddenly moans, fingers curling around locks of hair and ceasing your movement. He bucks up into your mouth and you take this as a sign to relax your throat, dropping your jaw even lower to accommodate the rest of his length.

And just like that he chases after his orgasm. Roughly thrusting into your awaiting mouth, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes, not that he was much better. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead and his cheeks were flushed pink, plump lips red and nearly bloody from almost biting them off.

Jongho’s moans constantly get louder and hoarser. “Fuck.” He would groan, slurring out the words into near incoherent phrases.

When his voice rises in pitch— just a touch (only noticeable to you)— that’s when his breath hitches and his hips finally stop plowing into your throat. Thick ropes of his cum spurts into you, coating the walls of your mouth and throat.

Jongho lets out a final groan before slipping out of your lips, cock now flaccid and balls emptied. He throws his head back to catch his breath before looking back down at you; lips smeared with spit and at the corner of your mouth peaks white beads of his cum and his cock almost twitches at the sight.

“Come here, love.” He pulls you up softly, cupping your face with utmost gentleness. You think he’s gonna kiss you, so you lean in, lips puckered and eyes shut.

“No, that’s gross.”

Your jaw drops in shock,

“Excuse me?” You try to say but your voice is hoarse and throat dry.

All your boyfriend does in response is chuckle before pressing a kiss onto your forehead and getting up, announcing that he would be getting you a glass of water.

After your throat is hydrated, you cross your arms and glare at your lover with a pout.

“Listen. I’m sorry for rejecting your kiss, but I was not about to make out with you while you had my cum on your tongue.”

“Some people think it's hot!” You argue.

At this, Jongho shakes his head with a smile.

“Maybe next time, love.”

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So Oblivious

Paring: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: Fake fiance au

Words: 6654

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“Seonghwa I need you to pretend to be my fiancé for the weekend.” Was the words that left your mouth as you burst through the door of your best friends apartment. 

Seonghwa paused his walking to the couch, turning to you with a bewildered expression, “You need me to do what.”

“I need you-” you sighed, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the door, “to pretend to be my fiance for the weekend.”

“I… sure I guess-”

“In front of my parents and most of my extended family-”

“Y/n, what the fuck!” Seonghwa’s eyes widened to the size of the plate he was holding at your words, “What the hell did you get yourself into!?”

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