k p o p ➳ dreambook

y a ➳ fanboy moment ⬠

[17:35] now playing: redbone by childish gambino

[warnings] mommy kink, public sex, handjob, mentions of anal penetration, sub!yanan x idol!reader

2nd person // 1.5k words

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park y/n

aka the next big thing for kpop. your debut song 'like I do' broke records and people's replay button. your mini album sold out in days and your YouTube views were frozen for hours. this was all huge, especially for a soloist.

your sexiness and dominant aura charmed your way up the charts and people's hearts, along with your tremendous vocals and dancing skills. now add that up with your kind and humorous personality, you became many fanboys ideal type. pentagon member yanan being included.

he knows all your lyrics and choreographies by heart. he's watched all of your interviews and crack videos ever made. you would even be his lock screen if he had the courage. but he wouldn't say he's obsessed.

although, he did pleasure himself once with a picture of you with your shirt off. his eyes focused on the black, laced bra that sculpted your breasts perfectly while he bounced on his favorite dildo, hand covering his mouth so he didn't wake the members.

but that was only because he'd never get the chance to meet you, right? well, today pentagon had a schedule with after school club and jimin called in sick last minute. jae tried getting ahold of kevin, but, unfortunately, he was busy with his group, u-kiss.

you, however, were a good friend of jae's and were conveniently free at the time. so, you substituted for jimin, sitting directly across from yanan, who was cowering in his seat. he'd been a mess the whole show, blushing when you praised his singing and when you called him cute during his aegyo.

you have already put the pieces together (not that there were many nor complex) and figured out that you had him wrapped around your finger. which is where the ruthless teasing begins.

what you were wearing was very casual, but you threw in subtle hints by taking off your pierced cap and fixing your color treated hair. his face remained bright as strawberry and his eyes could never look at yours longer than a second. which boosted your ego.

before you know it, the show was over and you were giving your farewells, shaking hands and bowing. once you got to yanan, you shook his hand, making him explode on the inside, then whispered into his ear, "meet me backstage." you gave him an innocent smile as his mind searches for different possibilities of why you requested such a thing, before moving on to hongseok who was just as confused.

you sat alone in your dressing room, staring at your reflection surrounded by bright lights, your band t-shirt that you wore over your striped long sleeve was thrown somewhere on the floor. yanan's heart was pounding a mile minute beneath his chest. he was still unable to pinpoint an exact reason as to why you wanted to see him.