✩₊˚.⋆𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠⋆⁺₊✧

all yeοnjᴜn had been looking for was an escape. somewhere that wasn’t his cramped dorm room, surrounded by books and notes. finals week was sucking the life out of him, turning his brain to mush. he didn’t even have the energy to ask his friends if they wanted to grab a drink with him — not that it would’ve mattered anyway. all of them were stuck in the same predicament. and although there might’ve been someone who would’ve taken yeοnjᴜn up on his offer, it was better that he went alone. his needed a break from everything and everyone or he was going to lose it before the week was even over. that was how he found himself at the closest pub near campus, slumped over the bar and nursing his third drink of the night while a plate of half-eaten fried chicken sat by his side. he’d expected some mild chatter, but unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong day to come. it was karaoke night. and there was one group of older guys that kept singing songs back to back. they had arrived sometime after yeοnjᴜn dug into his fried chicken and had gotten progressively rowdier as the night went on. from his spot at the bar, it was almost impossible for him to ignore them. not just because they were loud, but also because one of them was unfair handsome. yeοnjᴜn was no stranger to dilfs (his pօrn history was a testament to that), but encountering one in real life was a rarity. and by god that guy across the bar was a ridiculously hot guy. so ridiculously hot he was getting on yeοnjᴜn’s nerves, because how the hell does someone who appears to be in their mid thirties look like /that/? by his fourth drink, yeοnjᴜn was pissed off. pissed off from watching mr. handsome laugh his way through every song he sang, ducking his head every time his group of friends hooted and hollered, protesting when they demanded he perform the choreography yet obliging in the end. pissed off that that fine piece of ass was not plowing him into the bar. pissed off at himself for wanting some random /loser/ this much. maybe what yeοnjᴜn really needed was a good lay instead of a getting shitfaced on a wednesday night. the issue was that he did not chase and he was not going to change that for a guy who knew the up & down point dance. no matter how ungodly attractive he was. once all the fried chicken was gone, yeοnjᴜn had made peace with the reality that nothing would happen between them and he would simply have to spend the night in his tiny bed with his right hand. except the moment he started packing up, the guy he had been eyeing all night headed to the bathroom. a spark of hope made yeοnjᴜn’s heart skip a beat. perhaps he still had a chance. before he could rethink, he was making a beeline towards the men’s restroom. inside, he spotted mr. handsome at one of the urinals. seizing the opening, yeοnjᴜn went to the sinks, pretending to fix his hair. his heart raced stupidly in his chest as he waited, cursing himself for not wearing something more alluring. as the sound of a zipper echoed throughout the room, yeοnjᴜn doubled his efforts, bending over the sink so that his back arched with obvious motive. he couldn’t believe he was doing this much just for some dick, but he reminded himself it wasn’t just /some dick/. it was dick that had more experience than any of yeοnjᴜn’s past hookups. it was dick that probably hadn’t seen action in years. it was dick that was old enough to be someone’s dad. yeοnjᴜn’s cock twitched at the thought. he raked his brain for something to say as the stranger turned around and walked up to the sinks. a man who looked like he belonged in a romantic drama washed his hands? yeοnjᴜn was ready to spread his legs right there and then. he bit down on his lip as he glanced at their reflections, breath hitching when he noticed the guy trying to subtly check him out. fuck this was his only opportunity. swallowing down his nerves, yeοnjᴜn turned on his flirtatious charm and murmured, “like what you see?” 🍺👨‍💼

숩준

I FEEL SO DIZZY

all yeοnjᴜn had been looking for was an escape. somewhere that wasn’t his cramped dorm room, surrounded by books and notes. finals week was sucking the life out of him, turning his brain to mush. he didn’t even have the energy to ask his friends if they wanted to grab a drink with him — not that it would’ve mattered anyway. all of them were stuck in the same predicament. and although there might’ve been someone who would’ve taken yeοnjᴜn up on his offer, it was better that he went alone. his needed a break from everything and everyone or he was going to lose it before the week was even over. that was how he found himself at the closest pub near campus, slumped over the bar and nursing his third drink of the night while a plate of half-eaten fried chicken sat by his side. he’d expected some mild chatter, but unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong day to come. it was karaoke night. and there was one group of older guys that kept singing songs back to back. they had arrived sometime after yeοnjᴜn dug into his fried chicken and had gotten progressively rowdier as the night went on. from his spot at the bar, it was almost impossible for him to ignore them. not just because they were loud, but also because one of them was unfair handsome. yeοnjᴜn was no stranger to dilfs (his pօrn history was a testament to that), but encountering one in real life was a rarity. and by god that guy across the bar was a ridiculously hot guy. so ridiculously hot he was getting on yeοnjᴜn’s nerves, because how the hell does someone who appears to be in their mid thirties look like /that/? by his fourth drink, yeοnjᴜn was pissed off. pissed off from watching mr. handsome laugh his way through every song he sang, ducking his head every time his group of friends hooted and hollered, protesting when they demanded he perform the choreography yet obliging in the end. pissed off that that fine piece of ass was not plowing him into the bar. pissed off at himself for wanting some random /loser/ this much. maybe what yeοnjᴜn really needed was a good lay instead of a getting shitfaced on a wednesday night. the issue was that he did not chase and he was not going to change that for a guy who knew the up & down point dance. no matter how ungodly attractive he was. once all the fried chicken was gone, yeοnjᴜn had made peace with the reality that nothing would happen between them and he would simply have to spend the night in his tiny bed with his right hand. except the moment he started packing up, the guy he had been eyeing all night headed to the bathroom. a spark of hope made yeοnjᴜn’s heart skip a beat. perhaps he still had a chance. before he could rethink, he was making a beeline towards the men’s restroom. inside, he spotted mr. handsome at one of the urinals. seizing the opening, yeοnjᴜn went to the sinks, pretending to fix his hair. his heart raced stupidly in his chest as he waited, cursing himself for not wearing something more alluring. as the sound of a zipper echoed throughout the room, yeοnjᴜn doubled his efforts, bending over the sink so that his back arched with obvious motive. he couldn’t believe he was doing this much just for some dick, but he reminded himself it wasn’t just /some dick/. it was dick that had more experience than any of yeοnjᴜn’s past hookups. it was dick that probably hadn’t seen action in years. it was dick that was old enough to be someone’s dad. yeοnjᴜn’s cock twitched at the thought. he raked his brain for something to say as the stranger turned around and walked up to the sinks. a man who looked like he belonged in a romantic drama washed his hands? yeοnjᴜn was ready to spread his legs right there and then. he bit down on his lip as he glanced at their reflections, breath hitching when he noticed the guy trying to subtly check him out. fuck this was his only opportunity. swallowing down his nerves, yeοnjᴜn turned on his flirtatious charm and murmured, “like what you see?” 🍺👨‍💼

숩준

the loud, drunk dad who keeps laughing with his buddies by the corner and the first year college student who sits alone at the bar, pretending to be annoyed by the boisterous behavior, because there’s no way he’s going to admit he wants that dilf to bend him over. desperately.

the double standards in the way y’all scrutinize hybe idols way more than idols from other companies needs to be studied.

“fanfic tropes are overused” don’t careeee HOLY SHIT THERE’S ONLY ONE BED???

I JUST WANT A NERD TO FUCK ME WITH HIS GLASSES ON