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최승현 for Dazed, 2016

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i think my heart rate just went up

I'm Yours | Choi Seung-hyun (T.O.P)

Summary: You and Seunghyun can’t stand each other. What’ll happen when you two get stuck in an elevator? Warnings: None Author’s Note: I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you like it!

“Oh shut up, Seunghyun.” You rolled your eyes, throwing a piece of popcorn at your friend as he continued on about whatever he and Jiyong were talking about.

His eyes widened and he crossed his arms as he turned to look at you, halting his words mid sentence. Jiyong let out a small laugh, shaking his head before he walked to the other side of the room. You and Seunghyun’s arguments could get ugly and slightly annoying, Jiyong wanted no part of that.

“Why do I have to shut up and he doesn’t?” Seunghyun pointed a finger in Jiyong’s direction and you shrugged.

“Because I like Jiyong and I can’t stand you.” 

“I hate you.” Seunghyun pouted, a glare on his face as he made his way back to his friends. 

You shrugged a satisfied smirk on your face as you watched Seunghyun walk away. You didn’t know why you liked annoying him so much, but you didn’t think you’d ever stop. Ever since you’d started working with BIGBANG you’d had this relationship with Seunghyun. You figured your relationship with the other guys was pretty normal but there was something about the way you’d bicker with Seunghyun that you just really enjoyed. 

Your eyes wandered around the room before stopping on Seunghyun again, he was tall and incredibly handsome, sure, but there was this soft side underneath his hard exterior and it was beautiful to see a man so confident in himself to let that show often. He shifted and you looked down, pulling out your sketch pad. There was no reality in which you’d live it down if you got caught staring at him. 

You had been working on a costume design for Deasung when you noticed a shadow on your book and looked up with a raised brow. You’d expected it to be Jiyong peeking at your work to give you some ideas and were genuinely surprised to see Seunghyun standing over you. He never really took interest in costume designs, just wearing whatever was picked out for him. But yet here he was, looking over the outfits with a look of interest. Almost like he had something to add.

“What?”

“Nothing.” 

You let out a sigh, slamming the book down and catching a glimpse of your watch in the process. You groaned, standing up and packing up your items. Seunghyun watched you with an amused look on his face and you glared at him.

“Were you just going to stand there all day or actually tell me we needed to go? We’re going to be late now.” Seunghyun shrugged at your words. Of course he didn’t care if he was late.

“More fun this way, isn’t it?” He smirked.

“I hate you.” You grabbed his arm, yanking him out of the room. 

“Okay, okay, you can let go!” Seunghyun cried as he ran after you. 

You let go of his arm, shooting him a glare as he adjusted his jacket. The two of you stood awkwardly next to each other as you waited for the elevator to come. He had an outfit fitting and if he was late then everyone would be late and you’d never hear the end of it - or go home at a decent time. Clearly feeling bad for messing with you, Seunghyun ushered you to get on the elevator first and you leaned against the wall as the doors closed.

You quickly typed a text in your phone alerting your team you were on your way when the elevator came to a halt. You looked over at Seunghyun who gulped, and you sucked in a breath. The elevator was stuck. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You tried to hide the panic in your voice. 

Seunghyun turned to look at you, remembering that you had a fear of tight spaces, specifically elevators and his face softened. As much as he loved to give you shit, now wasn’t the time. Besides, he was kind of crazy about you and if he needed to hold your hand through this, who was he to complain. 

“Hey, it’s fine. Look, I'll press the call button and we’ll be out of here in no time.” He pressed the button, waiting a second only for the button to do nothing. 

“Oh, great.” 

“It probably just takes a minute.” He shrugged walking over to you, he hesitated a second before grabbing your arm, turning you to face him fully. “We’re going to get out of here, I promise.” 

You nodded your head, reaching into your pocket for our phone, trying to stay unaware of just how close Seunghyun was to you. Your heart raced and you hoped that if he could hear it he’d assume it was the fear of being stuck in an elevator and not the affect he had on you for being so close. You clicked on your texts, sending a mass one out to alert everyone that Seunghyun - and yourself were stuck in the elevator. Security would have you out quicker if they knew he was in here with you. 

“There. Everyone knows now.” 

“I would’ve thought of something like that eventually “ Seunghyun pointed to your phone with a small smile on his lips and you let out a laugh. 

“Sure.” You took a small reluctant step away from him and chewed on your bottom lip.

This was not gooey for many reasons. You couldn’t be alone in a large room with Seunghyun, let alone an elevator. It was too obvious that you had feelings for him when you were alone with him. You were going to have to play it cool so that he wouldn’t find out about your feelings. You placed a hand on your chest, taking a few deep breaths to calm your heart rate. 

Seunghyun watched you with amused curiosity. One of the many reasons he loved to tease you so much was how cute you were when you flustered. Even if this wasn’t the best of circumstances, he was glad to be alone with you. 

“Want a distraction?” Your eyes widened, confused as to why he was being so nice and nodded your head at him. “I have feelings for you.” 

Your eyes snapped to his, surely you hadn’t heard him right. Maybe he was joking. The way he was looking at you though? It didn’t seem like a joke. 

“Very funny, Seunghyun.” You rolled your eyes. 

Seunghyun closed the distance you’d been working so hard to keep and gently cupped your face. His eyes stayed locked on yours before darting to your mouth and then back to your eyes, as if silently asking for permission to kiss you. Your heart sped up and you nodded your head. His lips were on yours in an instant. 

Your arms ran up his chest, gripping his shirt and pulled him in closer, you kissed him back with such passion, all your feelings for him pouring into the kiss. You’d waited for this for so long and you could hardly believe he felt the same way. Seunghyun pulled away slowly, his eyes meeting yours. 

“I wouldn’t joke about this. Not with you.” You nodded your head, your eyes closing as you caught your breath. 

“I have feelings for you too.” The words were barely out of your mouth before his lips were back on yours. 

His arms wrapped around you tightly pulling you closer as your arms moved from his chest to his shoulders. You pushed his jacket down off and he shrugged his arms out of the sleeves, his mouth breaking the kiss to trail open mouth kisses down your neck. God, this was perfect.  Just as his lips met your collarbone, the elevator began moving again. 

“Fuck.” Seunghyun cursed pulling away from you and reaching down for his jacket. As he shrugged it back on you fixed your top and let out a sigh. 

“You guys ok?” Jiyong appeared as the elevator doors opened and you nodded your head at him. 

“Yeah, yeah. We’re good.” Seunghyun nodded. 

Jiyong raised a brow, looking between the two of you a knowing smile on his lips. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened in that elevator, it was just unfortunate that the guy who knew Seunghyun the best was the one who’d met you there. 

“I knew it!”

“Shut up Jiyong.” You folded your arms as you made your way off the elevator. 

“Yeah, shut up, Jiyong.” Seunghyun winked, rushing to catch up to you. “You got a minute?”  You nodded your head.

Seunghyun took your hand, laced your fingers together and led you down the hall. Popping his head into the first doorway he came across to check if it was empty and let you inside, shutting the door behind you. You turned to face him, startled by how close he was still standing next to you. You figured his confession had just been the elevator talking. 

“I meant what I said in there. I think I’ve had feelings for you for quite some time now.” He hesitated for a second before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles across your skin. 

Your heart rate picked back up at the closeness of him and you wondered if he’d always have this affect on you. You didn’t mind it though, and you leaned into his touch. This was much softer than the rush of emotions that had overcome you on the elevator. Almost as if all the confidence you’d both had early was gone. 

“I meant it too.” 

Seunghyun let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Hearing that you felt the same way about him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before resting his forehead against yours. 

“Let me take you out later? We can make this official, figure out how and when we want to tell the guys? For now, we play it cool and get you to that appointment.” 

You nodded and he let you go, following you out of the room. He had the rest of the night to show you just how much you meant to him.

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THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

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ANGEL: SALESMAN X FEM!READER

Summary: She was an angel and she should be his.

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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ANGEL: SALESMAN X FEM!READER- PROLOGUE

The cold lights of the subway flickered faintly as the crowd moved in a hurry. Tired faces, muffled murmurs and the echo of endless footsteps filled the space. He didn't expect to find anything out of the ordinary that night. Just another trip, another deal to make.

But then he saw her.

An ethereal-looking young woman, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, wrapped in a coat too big for her figure.

Her eyes, illuminated by the pale light of the exit sign, reflected a tiredness that didn't just seem physical. There was something about her... something that made him stop.

It wasn't just her beauty. He had seen beautiful women before. But she had a different aura, a delicacy that paralyzed him.

She seemed out of place, too pure for such a rotten world. An angel lost in the middle of the crowd.

From that moment, he knew he couldn't let her go. He continued watching her, memorizing every gesture. The way he looked down when checking her phone, the way he played with the hem of her coat, the slight coldness in her lips when he bit his bottom in an absent-minded gesture. He stood there in the crowd, smiling.

I didn't know she's name. I didn't know where I was going. But that didn't matter.

Because now, she was his.

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Cry Baby | 1.4k words (gawd damn), 18+ mdni, smut with a little plot, dacryphilia, daddy kink

Simon Riley is used to making people cry.

Whether it be from heartbreak, his tall and muscular build in addition to the mask scaring children, from being too blunt, cursing men & women out, making them feel too good when he’s stuffed them full of his cock— he was used to the tears.

But you, you were an anomaly.

Sometimes you’d cry when Simon was being too mean, cry over a good movie— tears would brim to your lashes when he’d kiss you after you two would make up because you were stupid in love with the brute. But sometimes you’d hold it. A trait that Simon hated because it was like he was dealing with a different person.

He knew you were off when the two of you went shopping (for your closet of course) and you didn’t say much except ‘I like whatever you like Si.’ You’d be in and out of conversation, ‘hm?’ and ‘what’d ya say?’ constantly leaving your mouth. He’d already known you we’re past your limit, but you wouldn’t say a word. Usually by the first or second day you’d fess up on your own, voice horse, gripping at his shirt, big brown eyes averting his own because you were too embarrassed. ‘can we- can we talk? just for a bit?’

His cute princess.

But now, a week had passed. He expected to hear those heart aching sobs after he heard you telling off your younger German shepherd, Fish (yes, Fish) to ‘let go’ and ‘it’s mine, Fish!’ He’d found the dog with your favorite worn out sweater, now ripped and tattered, in his mouth as he laid on the couch. Not a peep came from your lips. So the man was forced to push you to talk. Not an issue. He’d done it before.

“Got somethin’ y’wanna say t’me?”

You glanced over at the older man. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest and looking at you dead on. You shifted on your feet. You hated when he stared, it was like he was reading you like a book and tarring out the pages for good keeping.

You went back to getting the dog food ready for their last meal of the day, “nope.”

Stubborn. Simon found it funny sometimes when you picked up some of his traits, that included that stubbornness that popped out when you were agitated. But you weren’t supposed to be like Daddy, no, you’re supposed to be better. Simon would make you better.

“Don’t be hard headed swee’ art. Y’know better.”

He’d practically pushed you into a corner with his words alone. It wasn’t just intimidation, it was a clear warning. You needed out. So you spoke whatever words were at the forefront of your mind.

“Then I just don’t have anythin to say to you.”

The man was dumbfounded, head tilting to the side in awe. He didn’t expect that answer of all things and you casually went to go feed the dogs like you hadn’t said anything. A deep chuckle fills the silent walls of the kitchen.

Cute little thing. Loveable thing. His babygirl.

You didn’t wanna cry? Didn’t wanna talk? Fine.

Simon would fuck it out of you.

“Wait- hmph- w-wait Daddy I don’t-“

“Y’talk now? Thaaa’s a shocker.”

“No- I- s’tooooo much Daddy! I don’t like it like-nnnggh this!”

Simon rolled his eyes, of course you didn’t like it. It was when you felt undeniable, inescapable pleasure. He’d have you in a headlock, all of his weight completely pressed against you, rolling his hips as his girth stretched out your sweet pink walls. The room was completely filled with your moans and the smacking of his balls hitting your ass as he bottomed out with each stroke.

How many times had you cum already?

It didn’t fucking matter if tears weren’t coming out yet. And he wasn’t just aiming for those regular small ‘feel good’ tears, he needed those belligerent sobs that made your throat hurt. The blonde liked to call it ‘regulating emotions.’ When you couldn’t do it yourself of course Daddy would help. What else was he there for?

Your eyes were at the back of your skull, long manicured nails clawing at his arm and trying to get ahold of yourself. You felt delirious and you’d only cum twice but Simon kept pushing you like he wanted something out of you. The truth, you shook your head at your own thoughts. No way, you were fine. This was— god, the bastard, the ghost himself was dragging himself in and out of you, in and out, harsh and slow. Just so you could hear the squelching of your sopping cunt and get you completely embarrassed and moaning at the sound.

“Si- let’s- a break— mmmgghhh- we- oh fuck daddy- break? annngh p-please?” You whined out.

“ ‘Nd why would y’need a break when you’ve been a lazy fuckin bitch this whole time?”

A military man who could lie in an instant.

He hadn’t told you to do a single thing tonight but he needed a reaction out of you. He scuffed, pulling his strawberry red dick out of you with a loud ‘pop’ and turning you on your side. Throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and straddling your other thigh. He slapped his aching tip on your drenched hole, there you were clenching over nothing.

“Didn’t wanna talk this whole time but now ya got shit to say.” Simon slammed every fucking inch of him inside of your oh-so tight cunt making him throw his head back. “The fuckin nerve of ya.”

“I- wait-“

“-Thought ya were my good girl, but you’re just a stupid slut for daddy’s cock.”

A hiccup.

He looked down at your pretty face and- oh. there it was. There it fuckin was. That sickeningly adorable trembling pout on your two tone lips, real tears spilling out of your eye ducts and meeting the pillow as he repeatedly slammed into your gushing walls. Was it sick for him to crave it? Yes. But the big guy couldn’t help himself, he loved seeing pretty girls cry for him. Even better when he had a good reason to get it out of you. You felt the knots in your stomach building, even worse as Simon pressed a hand on your stomach as his dick poked out. A string of grumbled curses leaving his mouth at the feel of it.

You gasped, pushing at his abdomen, “Daddy nooo- it’s really too much! I- I-”

“—Nuh-uh. Stop fightin it and give it t’me. Give. It. To. Me.”

Your orgasm was harshly yanked out of you, screaming at the top of your lungs— thank fuck you two lived in the middle of the woods. You’d finally let that week old sob out of your throat, fat salty tears spilling out at everything because you really did feel everything at the moment. All the sadness was now washing over you like a wave mixed along with the high of cumming. An insane combination.

“Therrrre you go pup. Creaming all over me, all while bein so. damn. pretty. Want my cum baby girl? Hmm? Shit baby, you wanna feel full with Daddy?”

You couldn’t even find your words, just pulling at his hips to feel him deeper inside you. And it was so warm, so- loving when he came inside you, Simon making sure you took every drop till you couldn’t anymore. He cupped your face in his big hands, wiping away the tears that continued to fall. So fuckin cute. He’d sit you up, still on his cock of course, leaning back with his propped up arms and peering down at you.

“Gonna tell me what’s wrong or it’s still not for your Daddy t’hear?”

You sniffed, big brown puppy dog eyes looking up at the man full of scars.

“E-everyone-“ you let out a shaky breath, “everyone’s so damn mean Si.”

And you went on and on about your completely shitty week, from your job, to missing the train right when you needed it to Fish ripping apart your favorite fucking sweater. And Simon was there, attentive but silent, listening to every word uttered. Wiping away the stray tears with a thumb and pinching your cheek. His silly girl, adorable princess. Held it in for nothing, as if he wouldn’t be there to comfort you. Silly, silly girl. He’d fix that too, but for now—

“Want me t’take care of ya? Hm lovie?” His lips met yours, fitting the two like a missing puzzle piece. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing the blonde man closer and pressing yourself against him. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t have to.

He snickered against your lips, “Course ya do, baby, course ya fuckin do.”

a/n: kinda on Simon kick. Also the gaggery of my last post about him. Thank you guys so much. You probably won’t read this again but reading while listening to Cry Baby by SZA or Janis Joplin>>>

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Like We Were In Paris II

kwon ji-yong x american pop star!reader

part one

summary: you and ji-yong have been dating for a couple years, and you’ve kept under the radar this entire time. after the gala de pièces juanes, you two attend the chanel spring-summer 2025 haute contour show. however, the two of you are starting to get tired of keeping your relationship a secret.

warnings: not proofread AT ALL! i’m way too lazy for that, sorry. celeb!reader, implied age gap (reader is mid-twenties), lots of fluff, lil bit of angst, use of y/n, i still don’t know how to use this app i feel like an elderly man using a cell phone.

word count: 4.9K

nat’s notes: hey y’all! i came back for part two AS PROMISED! this was actually very hard for me to write as i kept changing my mind about how i wanted this to go. so im sorry in advance if its not all that great LMAO. i do wanna write a lil more about american pop star reader & jiyong, maybe i’ll do some sort of head canons about them, or some stuff about their relationship early on. i’m not sure. i also tagged the people who asked to be & i will try to keep tagging people in the future (if they wanna be). anywhore, i hope that you guys enjoy this, if you don’t…sorry<3 toodles!

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After the successful Gala Des Pièces Jaunes event, you had spent the next couple days in dressing rooms. You had been invited to Chanel’s Spring-Summer 2025 Haute Couture Show. You said yes, of course, having an affinity for fashion, and never turning down the chance to be near your long-term boyfriend. You and Ji-yong had been to a couple of the same fashion shows before. It was always easy to slip by with nobody noticing your connection. Oftentimes, you two were not seated remotely near each other and are far too busy with the peers around you to sneak away. 

But this last week felt particularly more difficult. Unlike in America or South Korea, where you knew the paparazzi and knew very well how to remain under the radar, the Paris press was more complicated. You and Ji-yong had to weave your way around in more secrecy than ever. Every method you could imagine. Some instances, the two of you would sneak through a back door and slide into cars to avoid the cameras. Other instances, the two of you would make separate nonchalant appearances. Ji-yong would leave the hotel first, shy and polite as he waved and greeted the people around him as he’d slip into a car and drive off to his next location. You, wearing designer clothes and sunglasses as you walked out with a big smile and a more confident approach. You’d get in your own car, sliding into the back with your security with a huff. Within moments, you’d open your phone to shoot a text to your lover. 

Y/N

i didnt get to say it before you left, but you look handsome today<3

You knew it’d only be a moment before he responded. 

Ji<3

Thank you, Aein, you look beautiful!

You and Ji-yong hated that you couldn’t spend this Paris trip together more. After all, you two had all of the same events, same meetings, same friends to visit, and yet you couldn’t be by his side at any of it, not in public. Part of you didn’t mind, used to the routine, but part of you was starting to grow tired. It wasn’t like two years ago, when you first started dating. At that time, Ji-yong was still on hiatus, you were working on your fourth album, and everything had to be a secret. Secret vacations, secret visits, secret dinner dates where the two of you wore silly disguises. You were good sports, making a game out of it and playing ridiculous characters to see who cracked first. But that was two years ago. He was back in the spotlight again, you had released your fifth album a few weeks ago, he was releasing his own work. You two were confident in your relationship, everyone was. What was holding you back?

There was no black and white answer. On one hand, now was the perfect time to announce to the world that their rumors of you dating a random Hollywood actor were all false. On the other hand, were you so willing to give up that last piece of privacy you did have? You weren’t worried about the hate on either side, despite knowing how fans often get if they don’t approve of their favorite celebrities' relationship. 

You had been in a public relationship way before Ji-yong. It was years ago, back when you were still new to the world of fame and glamour. Every corner you turned, the cameras flashing, the wave of hate you’d received, the amount of gossip around every song you released being about them or not, their interviews for their movies always being about you. Your careers had been forced to blend due to the way people reacted. The world had taken your last relationship by storm and had seemingly strangled it with their love and adoration. The lack of privacy, individuality, and respect for the two of you had been what led to you and your last partners split. It took the two of you years before the media finally stopped associating everything either of you did together. So, understandably, part of you was worried about that happening again.

You thought about all of this as you and Ji-yong were getting ready for the day. You both had things to attend to, tomorrow being the fashion show. One last fitting, one last meeting with your teams. You were styling your hair as Ji-yong had finished getting dressed, the agreement for him to leave the hotel first still agreed on. He looked at you, and you could see the way his eyes softened as he observed your eyes. He knew everything about you, down to the way your face looked when you were deep in thought, perhaps about to drown yourself with your ability to overthink.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, speaking in Korean first as he approached. You didn’t say anything, busy running your fingers through your hair as he quietly stepped next to you. He met your eyes in the mirror, his lips curling. “There she is.” You blushed at his words, putting your hands down as you finally turned your body to face him. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” He asks, reaching up to adjust your hair framing your face.

You didn’t know where to start. You and Ji-yong had talked about this a million times before. You two had always agreed to keep things the way they are. You weren’t sure if he was ready to change that. As he watched you get lost in your thoughts again, he tilted his head to meet your gaze. Your eyes were glossy, not all there as you already started mapping out every way the conversation could go, preparing yourself for every out come.

“Jagiya, you’re worrying me,” 

You blink. It takes you a second to come back to the present, taking a deep breath as you try to explain the heavy complicated feelings in your heart. “I’ve been thinking, through this whole trip,” You subconsciously reach for his hands, looking for comfort and something to anchor you down. He lets you, his thumb running along your skin in soothing patterns. “I don’t know how much longer I want to keep us a secret.” You blurt, staring at your connected hands rather than his eyes. You were too worried about what you might find. 

There’s a beat of silence. Then another. Your heart twists in anxiety, but you don’t dare to look up. Ji-yong’s breathing changes, only the slightest bit, but you notice. He stops his thumb from tracing its delicate patterns, instead letting it tap against your skin. You feel guilty. You both had so much to do today, this conversation could have waited til tonight, after the show tomorrow, or at just about any other time. You weren’t sure, but you knew this wasn’t it.

Ji-yong adjusts his posture, pulling one hand away from yours, only to bring it to your face. With the gentlest touch, he lifts your head so you finally see his eyes. They’re not angry, or frustrated, or even remotely annoyed. Instead, they’re as soft and warm as they’d always been, making your heart flutter the slightest bit. To be honest, Ji-yong had thought about this too. He’d admitted before that going public worried him. He was a celebrity, and that immediately brings its own multitudes of hardships. He knew that he’d keep any and all relationships a secret, unless the person he was with said otherwise. You had come into his life, unexpectedly, and changed his entire world in the best ways he could imagine. And here you were, the person he knew was the love of his life, staring back at him with sadness because of that very sentiment. 

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been feeling it too. He wanted to hold your hand down the streets of Paris, the two of you pointing out different things you loved about it, sharing kisses under streetlights. That night at the Gala, he had wanted to kiss you as soon as he was off the stage. And when you were finished performing? He wanted to part the crowd and sweep you into his arms, like he did at your own tours. But he’d been worried, worried about what people might say to you or about you. He knew how harsh they got. He knew you could handle it, but that didn’t mean he wanted to put you in that position unless you were ready.

His hand, which caresses your face with a certain level of sincerity you only ever felt from him, was soft and moved gently. He smiled, a soft gentle one that made you feel more at ease as you realized he wasn’t mad at you in any way. “It hasn’t been easy, has it?” He asks you, raising a brow. You only shake your head, lips pursed into a line. He studies your features like you’re a work of art (cause you are). “I miss every second I’m not with you. All I can think about is where you might be. If you’re smiling. If you’re anxious. If you’re laughing. If you’re thinking about me, too.” He leans in close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And then you text me, and all I can think about is how lucky I am to be with you, and how mad I am that you’re not next to me.” You nod in understanding. You’d always felt that way about him, to the point it made your heart clench.

“I love you,”

“I love you more.”

You’re blushing wildly as he kisses your lips softly. Your feelings for him being translated into simple intimate touches. You’d never experienced something like Ji-yong before. You never wanted to let that go.

When he pulls away, he’s reaching for your jacket hanging off the back of a chair. You smile at him, memorizing his face like you’d done a million times before. You slide your arms into the jacket, letting your boyfriend adjust your outfit slightly. He focuses on your hair, bringing it out form under it and framing your face. Everytime his fingers brush your skin it leaves faint tingles in their wake.

“Why don’t we talk to everyone when we get home?” He suggests, looking back at you. Your eyes widen. You search his expression. “If you’re positive, then I’m with you.” 

You smiled wide. You couldn’t help it. “I’ve never been so sure of anything.” Your arms wrap around his neck, and he laughs softly as you start to kiss all over his face. “I want nothing more than to scream about how I’m dating G-Dragon.” He rolls his eyes playfully, still not used to you using his stage name after all this time. 

The rest of your days went smoothly. Both of you finishing up with your work, having dinner with friends, coming back to the hotel room to spend every possible moment together. Soft laughter as you each told stories from your pasts (many you’ve already told), legs tangled together under the sheets of your bed. Small intimate touches. Fingers tracing shapes on skin. Gentle kisses. Messy hair. If possible, your eyes were certainly heart shaped every moment you looked at him.

It was hard to hide it, even now, as you sit at the Chanel show. Both of you had arrived at different times, wearing extravagant outfits. You could feel his eyes on you as you posed for the cameras. He tried to keep his composure when he knew you were near by as he did interviews. Luckily for both of you, you’ve had years of practice. You held your head high with confidence, switching your energy from your usual softer self to the person you were on stage. America’s pop star. America’s princess. The way you posed yourself elegantly, batting your full lashes and gave your most sultry looks. How was Ji-yong supposed to not look? You were sitting in your seat, looking down at your phone as a text popped up.

Ji<3

You’re the most beautiful one here

You looked across the runway, your heart skipping a beat. He was already looking at you, a knowing shy smile on his face as he kept his phone in his hand. You smiled back at him, looking back at your phone.

Y/N

Says you<3 I love you

You put your phone in your lap, looking around some more. You felt lucky you had been to so many events, most of these people you already knew one way or another. It made small talk with the people next to you flow easily. Every now and again, you’d sneak a glance at your boyfriend, who was always staring at you like you were the show itself. It was hard to hide your blushed face, keep your voice from pitching when you talked to the other celebrities, and nearly impossible not to stare right back at him.

The show itself seemed to pass by with ease. You watched thoughtfully at every piece, making mental notes of things you particularly liked and wanted to mention to your assistant later. You’d lean over to your new friend of the night, whispering about different pieces and sharing your thoughts. You could see Ji-yong completely focused on the show, his eyes studying every model with intrigue. It was clear every piece that came out was being calculated into various looks. If he thought of something that worked, he’d raise his phone and take a quick photo. You smiled every time, excited to hear what he was thinking of later.

As the show came to an end, you were talking with your team as you felt someone graze past you. You looked up to see your familiar boyfriend, smiling at you fondly. You knew there were cameras everywhere, one minor slip leading to a whirlwind of chaos and news articles. The anxiety in your chest felt tight, but you kept your cool, straightening your posture and giving him a smile.

Ji-yong looked around, as if silently piecing together something. You followed his gaze, trying to see exactly what he was looking at. To you, there was nothing particularly interesting one way or another. Some fellow stars were talking, being interviewed, or just admiring the scene. Photographers were taking photos of guests, journalists asking people various questions. To you, it looked like every other fashion show even you’d been to. To Ji-yong, it looked like an opportunity. 

There were no words shared. His hand clasped around yours, and without thinking your fingers tightened around his. You blinked in surprise, looking ahead as Ji-yong started pulling you through the sea of people. You were wide-eyed as you looked around. Your teams hadn’t noticed you disappearing, but you knew that wouldn’t last long. But Ji-yong moved with purpose, walking through like this wasn’t strange or something other people should take a second glance at. You tried to mimic his confidence, but the butterflies in your stomach refused to simmer down.

In a quiet corner away from the cameras and the wandering eyes, Ji-yong finally came to a stop. You looked at him with a surprised expression. Your lipstick-painted lips parted slightly as you watched him look at you. He adjusted the tie around his neck, something he’d been doing the entire day. You looked behind you, worried who was watching, but a hand wrapping around your waist caught your attention.

His lips pressed against yours. Soft, passionate, and urgent. You squeaked in surprised against him, your hands landing on his chest as he pulled you further into the corner. Hidden away from your peers, from your teams, and from the layers of paparazzi. Your hands clutched tighter onto his jacket. His hands, which traced your body slowly, slowly lifted to grab your face with the most gentle touch. As he pulled away, you could only blink at him with big doe eyes.

“I couldn’t stand there and act like you weren’t the most beautiful thing here.” He whispers. 

The words caused your heart to do flips against your ribcage. His touch seemingly brought you back to earth, his thumb gently brushing against your cheekbone. “Says you, Monsieur G-Dragon,” You tease as you run your hands over the jacket again. This time, he’s the one trying to hide the way his cheeks blush. You looked at the bow tie with the flower on it, tilting your head as you reached up, slowly maneuvering the flower off. He looks down, blinking at it as you hold the flower in your hand, “Is that better?”

He reaches up, adjusting the tie again, and smiling softly. “Yes. Thank you.” He says finally. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know, the usual” You sigh dramatically, shrugging your shoulders. Ji-yong chuckles, nodding in understanding. “Got whisked away by a hot guy, can’t complain.”

Ji-yong raises a brow in amusement. “Is that what happened?” He asks. You look around. “What else would you call this?”

He steps closer, looking up in thought as he lets his arms wrap around your waist. His lips in a line as he tilts his head slightly. He narrows his eyes at you playfully. He didn’t have an answer. He rather liked the idea of whisking you away from the public eye. He did it often, though usually it was more hidden than this. You leaned into his touch, a natural instinct. The rest of the world seemed to drift away, even in moments like this. Only you and Ji-yong existed. Life was better with him. He knew you like the back of his hand. He knew how to make you laugh, how to calm your nerves, how to soothe your cries. He knew your favorite snacks, your order at your favorite coffee shop, and your favorite movies. The same could be said for you. You knew how to quiet his overwhelming thoughts, how to make him smile in stressful moments. You knew his favorite songs to play in the car. His favorite jewelry pieces to wear. You had his tells of when he was anxious or upset burned into your brain. And when one of you were around the other, everybody else melted into the background. Your love trumping anything else.

“We should probably get back out there,” You whisper. He hums in agreement, but neither of you make any move to leave. You lean closer into him, your head resting on his chest as his chin rested on top of your head. You knew it wouldn’t be long until the two of you were together again; a few hours at most. Lately, those hours felt like decades.

Ji-yong gave you another squeeze. “You go out first, jagiya,” He whispers. You pull away from his embrace, staring up at him. The way your glossy eyes sparkled up at him. It was like he could see every ounce of love for him you had, pouring out of you. He framed your face in his hands, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips. Reluctantly, you pulled away from his touch, looking back at him again as you walked away. He only smiled softly. Your heart yearned to stay in that corner with him forever, until your managers found you and ripped the two of you apart. You chewed the inside of your cheek, turning away from him completely as you looked for any sign of your team.

In the dark of your hotel room, you and Ji-yong were a tangled mess of bedsheets and limbs. The rest of the event blew by, you making some lame excuse to your team that you had gone to the bathroom, and Ji-yong telling his team that he was looking at some of the pieces again. You ended up having a romantic dinner together, talking about the event and the people you ran into. A quiet night with glasses of champagne and flirtatious glances.

But now, as the two of you were sleeping peacefully in your quiet room, your phones began to buzz. A violent series of notifications flooding both of your phones. You begin to stir first, rolling over slowly, pulling Ji-yongs arms off of you as you reached for your cellphone. A series of calls, texts, emails, all from your manager, publicist, assistant, even friends of yours. You blinked a few times, your eyes squinting at the bright screen as you opened up a text from your closest friend. A news article.

Unexpected Couple! Musician Y/N L/N Seen With K-Pop Idol G-Dragon at Chanel Fashion Show

You felt your heart plummet into your stomach. No, no, no. You had been so careful for so long. You scroll, your breath escaping you as you look at a photo of you and Ji-yong. His hands on your face, his lips on yours. Another photo of you looking up at him like he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen (he was, to be fair). For a moment, you just stared blankly. Your thoughts struggle to catch up as your body seems to react for you. Nausea came over you. The room suddenly felt too small. The words on the screen burned into your eyes.

You looked at the top of your phone, seeing another phone call from your manager coming in. You ignore it, reaching over to your boyfriend and shaking him. “Ji?” You whisper. When he doesn’t immediately respond, your eyes begin to water. The anxiety, the fear, the stress catching up to you. It crawls up your spine like some sort of ugly clawed fingers reaching for your throat. You shake him again, a little more harsh as you croak. “Ji-yong.”

His eyes shot open. He flinches awake, looking around the room in a momentary panic before looking at you. First, he relaxes, realizing it’s just you. Then, his tired eyes take in yours. The tears threatening to spill over, your shaking frame, your heavy breathing. He sits up now, looking you over in concern. “Aein…? What’s wrong?” As he wakes up, he hears his phone. He turns to look at it, but the whimper from your lips stops him. Slowly, you hand your phone over. Ji-yong looks at you in confusion, but takes it and looks down.

Oh. 

Oh.

What was once a comforting silence now felt cold. The incessant vibrations of his phone on the nightstand made your ears ring. You crawled out of bed, wearing one of Ji-yong’s shirts as pajamas. You paced the carpeted floor, running your hands through your hair. Ji-yong remained silent. He read the article. Then he reread it. Then he read it again. He looked at the photos over and over. The title. The numerous texts you were getting. For a moment, he didn’t know how to react. He sat in the bed, dumbstruck. 

On one hand, part of him wanted to be relieved. The secret was out, and there was no reason to hide his love for you anymore. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be on your terms. Organized by your teams. Some staged paparazzi sighting, or maybe a hard launch on your social medias. He wasn’t sure. The two of you never discussed it that far. Now there was no choice. All because he’d dragged you into his embrace in secret. A selfish moment, now on the cover of multiple articles.

Slowly, he put your phone down, putting it on silent before reaching for his own. He winced at the number of texts he was getting, reaching triple digits. He even saw texts from Taeyang and Daesung, two of the few people who knew about your relationship. But he didn’t answer anyone, turning his own phone off so he could set his attention on your pacing figure. “Jagiya,” He pulls himself out of bed, approaching you with soft eyes. You keep pacing, shaking your head as you try to sort your racing thoughts. “Jagiya, look at me,” He reaches for your hands, pulling you to face him completely. His heart ached as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your eyes wide with fear and worry. You wanted to go public. But not like this. You’d done so well at keeping your life private, and now it felt like it had been stripped away from you before you could even do it yourself. “I’m so sorry,” 

His words caught you off guard. There’s a heartbeat of silence as you look at him. Your brows crinkle together as you look at him. His sad, anxious expression as he guiltily looks away. “What?” You whisper, a moment of clarity through your emotional storm.

Ji-yong swallows, looking around the room as he holds your hands tightly. Your touch being the only thing grounding him to this moment. “If we hadn’t, if I hadn’t pulled you away, they wouldn’t have seen anything.” He explains. Your eyes dance over his face as you let what he’s saying register. You shake your head. “Ji,” You coo, reaching forward to push his mint hair out of his face. He looks at you, eyes sad and guilty. “It’s not your fault. We knew that there was a risk. Since day one.” You remind him. You were right. Since you started dating two years ago, there was always the possibility the media would find out about the two of you. Both of you are major stars, with public lives (to some degree). “I just, I can’t believe it got leaked at a Chanel show.”

Ji-yong is quiet for a moment, looking over at you. “The photos are cute.” He says. You look at him in surprise. You think about the photos, how oddly scenic they were, how the photographer had captured a genuinely sweet and beautiful moment. You couldn’t help but laugh, wiping at your tears. Ji-yong cracks a smile, though the worry in his eyes still evident. Not worried for himself, no, but worry for you.

“Our managers are going to kill us.” You say, your voice weak from crying and still being tired. Ji-yong nods his head. “What are we going to do?”

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “What do you want to do?” He asks you. Naturally, the two of you drift towards each other. Your arms wrap around each others frames, Your face tucked into his neck as you close your eyes. His grip on you tight, still gentle, and protective. His fingers rake through your hair as he waits. No rush for you to answer. No rush to figure out the rest of the world. He lets you simmer in his touch, your mind still racing. 

You clutch onto him, not moving away from him as you start to talk. “I want you. That’s it. I want to be able to be with you. I’m not ashamed of being with you, Ji. I’m proud. So proud of you, being with you. I love you.” You feel his arms tighten around you. Slowly, you lift your head and look into his eyes. Now, they were glassy. 

Ji-yong blinks away the pending tears as he sniffles. “You’re the love of my life, Y/N,” He whispers, reaching up to push your hair out of your face. You lean into his touch. “I will never be afraid to say that.” 

You lean closer, kissing him softly. Your heart still pounding against your chest, your mind still a storm of fear and worry for what wrath you’d face from the media, but it didn’t matter. Not in the long run. You had Ji-yong. You loved Ji-yong more than you could ever explain to him or anyone else. And you knew that the two of you would figure it out together. You’d figure out everything together.

“Are you ready?” He asks you, looking at your phones on the bed. This was it. No more secret rendezvous. No more sneaking around. No more lying in interviews about your relationship status. Everybody knows now. There was no hiding from it now.

You smile at him, your eyes sparkling in the way he loved. You nod your head. “I’m ready,” You assure him.

And by the time the two of you would be leaving Paris, on your way back to Seoul, the entire world knew the secret you’d been keeping to yourselves. And in the early morning as you rushed out of your hotel with your security guards, you two didn’t hide from the paparazzi. Ji-yong walked with you, hand-in-hand, as you walked towards your car. The shouts of fans and cameras catch your attention. You smile and wave, blushing wildly as you realize this was real. 

Ji-yong stands up straighter, his hand tightening in yours as he pulls you close. His hand releases yours, only to wrap around your waist tightly as he leads you forward. Ji-yong opens the door for you, despite the security guard reaching for it. Fans scream in awe, and you lean over quickly to press a kiss on his cheek. A weight you didn’t know was there, suddenly lifted. You beamed as Ji-yong slid into the seat next to you. His expression matched yours. Filled with love, excitement, a certain fondness and admiration. “Au revoir, Paris,” Ji-yong muttered as the car started to move. You giggled, leaning into him as you looked around the streets.

“Taeyang and Daesung will never let us hear the end of this.” You muttered, playing with Ji-yong's fingers absentmindedly. A gentle groan comes from Ji-yong, causing you to laugh again. An infinite amount of teasing and playful jokes awaited the two of you back home. Along with a million questions from friends, coworkers, the media, and who knows who else. But you were okay with that. It hadn’t been completely on your terms, but it was yours. Ji-yong was yours.

And if nothing else, it made your stories about Paris far more entertaining.

[ilovethe141]

staring at the sun | choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x reader

pairing: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sneaking around, hair pulling, pet names, dirty talk, a smidge of self doubt sprinkled around.

note: this is my take on combining a few requests i got, because i got inspired from a couple of edits i saw on tiktok and listening to a tvotr song. i tried writing this a little differently than I normally write, and i had this vision of ‘deleted or extended scenes’ of certain moments described here, which is something i’ve never done before. maybe it’s silly, but if you guys like this then I’ll expand on those scenes and give you some more from this story’s universe. also don’t chat to me about this being pink hair era, it is my favorite so maybe I’ll be writing about it the most. so what. anyway, enjoy!

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The first time you kissed Seunghyun was an accident — well, maybe not an accident, because he intended to kiss you, but it certainly was unexpected. It was in the middle of one of the band’s performances when the boys stepped off the stage for a brief break in between songs, and as a stagehand, you were responsible for the hydration of Seunghyun that night. You waited for him at the stage exit, two bottles of water in your hands and a welcoming smile on your face.

When he walked towards you, there was a frenzied look in his eyes; not panicked, but more energized, wired from the show. As much as he likes to keep a stoic demeanor about him during most performances, you know he adores what he does. It brings him a joy that you seldom see in people, and it makes you both jealous and grateful that he’s able to feel such satisfaction — he deserves it.

Seunghyun had a determined walk that night to go along with his intensity, like he couldn’t wait to get off of the stage because he had to do something. You held the bottles towards him as he neared, smiling still. He stopped too close to you, that was the first thing you noticed. You didn’t have a problem with him being in your personal space, not in the general sense of the word anyway. It was more of a disadvantage, maybe a hindrance — you couldn’t operate at 100% with him that close.

It would happen each time Seunghyun even brushed you as he tried to walk by, or when he gave you the friendliest of touches. Your skin would flush, your breath would catch in your throat, and you’d find it hard to even speak. That night was no different, if possible, it was even worse. Not only was he standing in your space, you could feel the heat radiating off of him, he was so close.

“How is it?” he asked, taking a water from your grasp and twisting the cap off. He threw his head back to take a large glug of water; you couldn’t help but fixate on the sweat on his skin, and his throat as he swallowed. Your mouth went dry at the sight. “Well?” You hadn’t realized he was finished with the bottle and was focused on you again, a faint grin on his lips. You couldn’t answer him, your words were caught in your throat and the more he stared at you, the worse it got.

That’s when he leaned towards you, stooping just enough to dip his head closer. The moment felt almost cinematic. The buzz from the fans that still cheered on the other side of the curtain, the bright lights that shone from every direction, the way he paused just before his lips met yours. When you let out a shuddered breath and leaned closer to him, Seunghyun took the hint, and closed the distance between you.

The kiss was soft and quick, just a peck, before he pulled back to look into your eyes. You don’t remember what face you made in response, but it was enough for Seunghyun to place his hand on your hip, gently pushing you backwards until your back hit a wall. You were out of view of anyone who would have walked by, secluded yet surrounded by thousands of people. This time when he kissed you, he was pressed against you harder, more intensely.

He didn’t kiss you like he was frantic, or he needed it, but instead like he was curious, almost scientific. He admitted later that he was nervous but you didn’t get that sense at the time. He didn’t even act like he enjoyed it, and before you knew it, the kiss was done and he was needed back on stage. He took the other water bottle from your hand and was gone before you uttered a word. You were confused to say the least.

Seunghyun didn’t talk to you about it afterwards. The band had another show the following night, and when you stood in the same spot, two more bottles in your hands, you were nervous. As he walked in your direction, you were certain you’d pass out from the way your heart pounded in your chest, but thankfully, your feet were firmly planted.

This time, when he reached you, Seunghyun once again drank a whole bottle of water before planting another kiss on your lips. Since it was a different venue than the night before, the secluded space you shared was no longer an option. Instead, he backed you against a stack of trunks, one hand on your hip to pin you in place.

In the moment, you weren’t sure if it was some sort of fantasy that your brain was making you believe was reality. There’s no way that this highly sought after man would be kissing you in private during his shows. It didn’t make sense. But the kiss was different this time, as he slipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen it briefly. Before you could fully enjoy the kiss, it was over again, and he left you standing alone in seclusion.

That was the start of a tradition. Each night, during their very brief intermission, Seunghyun would meet you backstage and hide behind anything nearby so you could kiss. It was sneaky and clandestine, and it gave you a knot in your stomach each time.

It took you until the fifth night for you to put your hands on him — both hands set simply on his hips; until then, you’d stayed still, too worried that if you tried to touch him, it would spoil the moment. Seunghyun told you later that he felt the same way, overthinking the moments and thinking that if he touched you too much or said anything about it, you wouldn’t want to kiss him anymore.

By the eighth night of kissing in secret, you felt something switch inside of you, and when you put your hands on his hips, you slid them up his body, feeling the heat of his skin under his sweat soaked shirt. You vividly recall the way you could feel his heart pounding as you pressed your hands flat against his chest. He responded by wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

That night, when Seunghyun pulled away from you, that same switch inside of you drove you to grab his belt buckle and pull him in for one last quick kiss. As your lips were connecting, you could see a very small amused smirk on Seunghyun’s lips — at least he wasn’t mad.

Two weeks of kissing and gentle, explorative touching backstage at concerts. Away from your secret rendezvous, you had initially not treated each other any differently; friendly, joking, cordial. But at the end of week two, you started to notice the looks Seunghyun would give you when no one else was looking, along with the way he seemed to linger in your personal space. That made you more nervous than the kissing did.

“Why do you stare at me when the guys aren’t looking?” you asked him one night while he was kissing you. It made him stop altogether, peering into your eyes breathlessly. You were momentarily worried that you’d spoiled it by asking, as neither of you spoke during these moments before. It took him a few seconds of thought before he could answer, during which your eyes didn’t leave his face.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he admitted. “I think about it whenever you’re around. Sometimes when you’re not.” You blushed, not expecting the softness and candor in his response. “This is my favorite part of each night,” he added.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked. Seunghyun nodded, staring directly at your mouth as he waited for you to continue. “I really like doing this in secret,” you began, feeling your nerves spread through your whole body. “It’s sexy.”

You’d never forget the glint in his eyes when you said it, excited and something almost devious. You wished you could have a picture of the way he looked at you, but it ingrained itself in your memory anyway. He looked like he was overcome with desire, for you.

The signal for him to return to stage came far too soon after that. He didn’t get to truly respond to what you had said, but he told you later that it was all he could think about for the rest of the night. You agreed with him, remembering the way that you trembled with excitement at what could come of the conversation.

The next night of the tour something changed. It wasn’t ideal to say the least. One of the other stagehands said they wanted to switch positions, and of course, your manager agreed to the change. You didn’t have time to tell Seunghyun of the change ahead of time, but you still tried to make yourself visible when he exited the stage.

The obvious look of disappointment and confusion on his face would have been funny if you didn’t feel the same way. He had glanced beyond the other stagehand to where you stood, mindlessly rolling up some cables, staring directly at him. He changed the look on his face quickly, shifting back to the stoic persona he usually presented, and acted as though nothing was wrong.

Later that night, after the show ended, you wandered through the corridors of the venue, making sure all of the leftover equipment had been gathered. You were so focused on the task, you didn’t hear Seunghyun sneaking up behind you, so you let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed you and pulled you into a nearby utility closet.

It was pitch black in the room, but you could tell it was him. His breathing, his smell, his energy, it was all around you and as you felt the warmth of his body closing in on you, all you could do was throw your arms around his neck to pull him in.

It was the first time he touched you. Like really touched you. You didn’t miss the slight tremble in his hand as it slid up your stomach, stopping just as his fingertips touched your breast. His hesitancy to not cross a line is what made you feel empowered; you took hold of his hand that barely teased your breast and dragged just a little higher to press his palm against you. He took the hint and wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing gently.

“I hated not being able to kiss you earlier,” he admitted, kissing your cheek as he held you close.

“I got reassigned.”

“I’ll take care of that.”

The way Seunghyun said it, without a single shred of uncertainty, because he knew whatever he would say to the team would happen…the power that he had…

You kissed him again, so worked up with excitement, you bit his lip. Not too hard, but enough to make him chuckle into your mouth. You didn't realize right away, not until he let out a moan, but your hand had worked its way down to touch him through his pants. You worried for a moment that you crossed a line but he was already getting hard before you touched him.

“Is this how you want our first time to be?” Seunghyun asked, kissing your neck as he ground himself against your hand. “In a utility closet? In the dark?”

“You can have me wherever you want me.”

“But you love the secrecy,” he teased. “You love hiding but you love the thought of being caught. You love being my secret, don’t you, princess?”

“I do,” you admitted. Seunghyun let out a soft gasp, a little rumble of that deep voice, as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re a good girl,” he said, gently. “But we don’t have time to do this here.” You were disappointed, of course, but you knew he was right. You had a job to do and it would be suspicious for him to be missing for too long. “We have two days off of the tour next week,” he continued. “In Melbourne. We’ll get a hotel.”

“Okay,” you replied, breathless from excitement.

“I’ll make sure you’re back in your regular assignment, as well,” he added. “I won’t be able to handle not kissing you for a week. I love being able to see you like that every night.”

You’d never expected Seunghyun to be so open to admit what could be perceived as weakness. He always came across very closed off, and protective of his emotions around most people apart from his fellow bandmates — even then, he didn’t seem quite as open.

The next several days seemed to drag on forever as you waited to have alone time with Seunghyun. Still, you had your stolen glances and private make out sessions every night, each kiss more desperate than the last, hands moving heavier with more determination.

The last show before the two day break, Seunghyun unbuttoned your jeans and began to slide his hand into your panties. You tensed, and he froze, panic spreading across his face, thinking he crossed a line. You stared into each other’s eyes and his hand stayed just barely past the elastic of your panties, unsure of what to do. You nodded slowly to give him permission to continue, and then you lowered your gaze to watch between your bodies as his hand traveled deeper into your panties.

You could recall that first sensation when his fingers, surprisingly cold, gently touched your folds. He didn’t tease you, no, there wasn’t enough time and you were so close to your hotel date so he wouldn’t do it just yet. Instead he made sure his fingers were wet with your juices before he pulled back, sliding his fingers into his mouth as he kept his gaze on you.

You worried you’d faint from the sight of him savoring your taste, but he gave you a wink, and headed back to the stage before you had the opportunity to even respond. Seunghyun told you later that he could taste you on his lips and tongue for the rest of the show, and that he had to focus not to get hard in front of everyone. You told him that you could feel his cold, soft fingers touching you for the rest of the night, and that you would let him fuck you on stage if that was what he wanted to do. He blushed but you could tell he definitely envisioned it.

You weren’t sure what to expect when it came to being alone in a hotel with Seunghyun, so your mind came up with hundreds of different scenarios that could potentially play out. During your secret rendezvous with him, he was tender for the most part, with the occasional moment of audacity like when he touched you between your thighs.

The first time you had sex with Seunghyun was gentle, the kind of thing you feel like you’d read in a romance novel. There wasn’t a lot of talking apart from the occasional soft whispers of encouragement from him, but your head was too foggy for you to even think of anything else to do except breathe and whimper. You would have been embarrassed by how composed he was compared to you, but you knew he wouldn’t want you to think that way.

You stayed tangled together in bed for what felt like hours after, telling stories of your lives and dreams for the future. As you listened to him open up to you, telling you about all of his hopes and dreams and demons, all you wanted was to kiss him and hold him for the rest of your life. But maybe that wasn’t what he wanted from you.

“Is this it?” you asked him, trying to make your voice stronger than you felt. “After today, are we back to the way things were?”

“Is that what you want?”

“No, not at all,” you said, earnestly.

“Neither do I.”

Things changed from that moment onward, the start of your relationship with Seunghyun. You both agreed that it would be best to keep it between the two of you as long as you could, not ready to deal with the attention of his fans or his bandmates. Beyond that, sneaking around was still so fucking hot.

Once, Taeyang almost caught you. The group had a performance at an award show in Japan that your team wasn't required for. After several days of rehearsals and fittings during which you spent no time together, you finally found a brief moment, maybe ten minutes of time, where Seunghyun wasn’t being pulled in a million different directions. He gave you a quick nod towards the bathrooms, and you knew what he was suggesting.

It was an individual bathroom, no stalls. You snuck inside first, staying at the far side of the room to wait for him to join you. Only a few minutes went by before he finally entered the room, hurriedly locking the door and moving towards you.

“I missed you,” he breathed, crashing his lips into yours for a kiss that he clearly had been waiting too long for. You grabbed his hips and pulled him against you, longing to feel his body again. “Being around you and not being able to touch you like I want to,” he began, kissing along your neck. “Drives me crazy. I don’t know how I’ll manage the next few days not being able to see you.”

You slid your hand to the back of his head, your fingers threading through his short hair, to guide him to a spot on your neck that you love when he kisses. His hands grabbed your sides hard, pinning you to the wall and keeping you in place to grind himself against you.

“Don’t get too worked up,” you warned. “We won’t have time for me to get you off, baby. And I’ve been wanting it so bad, I’ve been dreaming about it. You can’t leave me hungry for you like that.” Seunghyun bit your neck, sucking harder on your skin, clearly trying to leave a mark. “Are you trying to claim me?” you asked, tugging on his hair to get a groan from him. “You want them to see that I already belong to someone?”

“I want you to remember it,” he muttered against your skin. “When I can’t be with you in the next few days, I want you to look in the mirror and see this mark so you��ll remember the way that only I know how to make you feel.”

That was the first time he showed his possessive side, and you were elated. You wanted to return the favor, maybe scratch up his back or his chest to give him something to think about while you weren’t near him but you worried that would be the fastest way to get caught. Sure, Seunghyun seldom showed much skin to anyone, but you knew that his friends enjoyed teasing and pranking one another, which has previously included sneaking pictures of one another while in compromising situations — like in the shower.

The knock on the bathroom door scared you both, and Taeyang’s voice made you even more terrified. All you could do was stare at one another with panic in your eyes.

“Hey, man, we have to leave soon for the next fitting,” Tae called out, knocking again. “Then to the airport for the flight.”

“Okay,” Seunghyun replied, hoping it would be sufficient.

“Are you alright?” came Tae’s response, and she shook the door handle as if he wanted to get in the room. “You sound odd.”

“Be out in a minute.” Seunghyun sounded as irritated as he looked, but thankfully, Tae took the hint and you heard his footsteps retreating. Seunghyun put his hands on the wall on either side of you, looking at you, discouraged. “Text me every time you think of me,” he said. “Especially if it’s dirty.”

“That will be a lot of messages,” you admitted, which made him grin.

“You think about me that much?” he inquired and you nodded, transfixed on his mouth. “Good. Give me details, so I know what my girl daydreams of me doing to her. I’ll miss you.” You make sure to give him another kiss, knowing you won’t see him for several days. “Stay here for a minute after I leave,” he directed. “I’ll make sure no one is around.”

Seunghyun exited first, casually to not draw attention. You counted to thirty before you made your exit, thankfully no one was in sight to be any the wiser.

You sent him fifteen texts that day, which was showing a tremendous amount of restraint compared to how frequently you actually thought of him. Your mind was almost entirely on him from the moment he left your side: sweet thoughts of how you’d love to hold his hand and walk through a market together, tender thoughts of kissing endlessly in his bed, filthy thoughts that you refused to elaborate on via text message but you made sure he knew you needed him in every imaginable way.

That night was the first time you had phone sex with Seunghyun. You couldn’t make it twenty four hours without each other. The sound of Seunghyun trying to keep his moans to a reasonable volume to not get caught by his bandmates in the next room was something you’d think about forever; you wished you could record the sound in your mind and play it whenever you wanted. The slightly static and muffled distortion of his voice coming through the phone somehow made his voice deeper, and when he told you what he would have done to you if you were there with him that night, you switched to a video call so he could watch you touch yourself.

You slowly found out about each other’s kinks. He liked watching you touch yourself because if anyone knew what you liked the most, it would be you. He also liked being called ‘baby’, and having his hair pulled. You told him you liked being more submissive, and you especially enjoyed dirty talk. He said he liked lingerie, the lacy kind, and he ended up buying you three different sets to wear for him. Though you were most nervous to admit this one, and you tried to avoid it altogether, you told him the contact lenses and costume for ‘Bae Bae’ were sexy.

“I’ll wear them for you one day,” he promised. “But you’d better be a dirty girl for me if I do, princess.” You tried to hide your excitement and embarrassment, but Seunghyun saw it immediately. “I love when you get shy,” he smirked, stealing a gentle kiss.

“I love everything you do,” you responded.

The first time you both actually said ‘I love you’ was during one of the intermissions about two months after you started your relationship. You both admitted later that you felt it much earlier on than that, but didn’t want to pressure the other.

Seunghyun said it first. The roles were slightly reversed from usual, as he was the one pressed back against the wall with your hands touching his body over his shirt. Your mouth was leaving a wet trail of kisses along his sharp jawline, tasting the sweat on his skin. His hands were on your backside, pulling you against him hard, letting you work your magic on him.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear then resting his head against yours. You stopped kissing his neck, staying in place, breathing slowly as you let the words sink in. “Is that okay?” he questioned, his hands shifting to your hips now, rubbing soothingly.

“More than okay,” you whispered, nudging your head against his gently. “I love you, too.”

Seunghyun let out a small, excited yell in response to your words, roughly wrapping his arms around you and spinning you both in a circle. You laughed along with him holding on tight as he got out his excited response.

“I knew it, princess. You can’t get enough of me.”

“That’s funny, coming from you,” you retorted, playfully shoving him against the wall again and standing in front of him, both of your hands pressed to his chest. “I’m so fucking in love with you,” you whispered, wistfully.

Seunghyun gave you one last passionate kiss before he had to go back onto the stage. He told you later he felt like it was the best performance he ever gave because he couldn’t stop thinking about how much love was in your eyes when you looked at him.

When Jiyong almost caught you, it was enough to cause you and Seunghyun to have a conversation about the future of your relationship. It was after a show, when Daesung asked you to join the guys and a few others to go to a club. Ordinarily, you would have refused as you didn’t spend a lot of time clubbing, but when you glanced past Daesung towards Seunghyun, you noticed the hopeful look on his face — so you agreed. Maybe the night would give you an opportunity to dance with Seunghyun.

What you hadn’t thought of, however, was what happened a couple of hours before, during your intermission make out session. You decided to tempt Seunghyun, just a little bit, and you wore a skirt. You knew immediately that it worked, because his hands were under your skirt, groping your thighs, as soon as his body touched yours.

The issue was that you had slipped your panties off and handed them to him just before he went back on stage; hot pink panties from a set he had bought. You could see the surprise on his face initially, but his expression changed to something different, more intense. He shoved the clothing into the pocket of his jacket, swooping back towards you for another kiss before he went back to the stage. He told you later that it was one of the sexiest things you ever did, and that he tried to think of a way to do something similar for you, but he didn’t think handing you his briefs would have the same impact.

Fast forward to the club, when Seunghyun took his jacket off and draped it over his seat, only to have your panties fall from his pocket to the floor. Neither of you noticed it until Jiyong spoke.

“Lose something?” he laughed.

“Huh?” Seunghyun asked, prompting Jiyong to point to the clothing on the floor. Your heart leapt to your throat and you were thankful that the lights were low in the club so no one could see the look of shock and embarrassment on your face.

“Pink to match your hair, is that it?” Jiyong teases, taking a sip of his drink. Seunghyun scooped the panties up from the ground, stuffing them into the pocket of his pants this time.

“Caught them on stage,” he explained casually, sitting down again.

“And you decided to carry them with you after you changed clothes,” Jiyong continued, a smirk on his lips as he watched Seunghyun for any signs of deception.

“You don’t have to act so jealous because you didn’t catch any,” Seunghyun responded, a sly smirk on his lips. Jiyong laughed at his friend’s response.

“That’s a shame — I thought you’d finally found someone willing to put up with all of your quirks.” Seunghyun didn’t need to respond, and he told you later that if he didn’t relent when he did, Jiyong would have kept pushing until he figured out your secret.

The best moment of the night was dancing with Seunghyun. Even when you were just friends, you didn’t share a dance together, so you weren’t aware of how good it felt to slow dance and grind with him. To make sure no suspicions were raised, you danced with the others as well, and even though Seunghyun agreed it would be a good idea, you could tell he hated to watch it happen.

Later that night, Seunghyun sent you a video of him, a little tipsy from the drinks that night, and a little frustrated from the lack of time spent with you. He spoke deeper than normal, trying to avoid being heard by anyone through the walls.

“I didn’t like their hands on you,” he muttered. “Touching you like they had the right. It makes me crazy not being able to touch you when I want, princess.” He sounded needy in a way you hadn’t heard from him before, and it made you wish he was with you in your room right then.

It wasn’t until the next day that you had a few moments to spare together where Seunghyun asked you if you were serious about him. You were frustrated with the question at first until you realized why he was asking: you two were getting closer to being caught, and he wanted to save you from the relentless teasing and jokes you’d be subjected to once the others found out. You told him you didn’t care and you loved him, so that was all that mattered. You’d enjoy sneaking around while you still could.

The first time you played a prank on him wasn’t your choice. Daesung and Jiyong talked you into it, because they knew that Seunghyun would expect strange behavior from them during a prank war. You were an objective third party as far as they knew, and you thought going along with their plan would be the best way to keep the heat off of you.

You didn’t think it was a great idea because you knew how much Seunghyun didn’t enjoy showing off his body, but Daesung convinced you to steal Seunghyun’s clothes while he was in the shower. You agreed, and before you knew it, you found yourself sneaking into the shower room in search of his clothes. Until he caught you, all of his clothes bunched up in your hands while he stood opposite you with a towel around his waist.

“You turned on me, princess?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips. “You joined their team?”

“It’s just…for fun,” you explained, cheeks flushing.

“Are you blushing because you’ve been caught or because you want me to drop the towel?” He stalked towards you, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to run away or run closer. “Both?” he smirked.

“Maybe a little,” you mumbled.

“Take the clothes,” he nodded, finally in front of you. “I’ll make a big scene about it, don’t worry. But tonight, I want you to come by my hotel room, and you can pay me back.” He stole a quick kiss from you before gently shoving you in the direction of the exit.

You both acted perfectly together, convincing the other guys that you had pranked him. They laughed uncontrollably as Seunghyun cursed them for talking you into a stupid prank war. After you finally relented and returned his clothes, he spared a quick glance to the others to make sure they weren’t looking when he whispered in your ear.

“My room later,” he said. “You owe me.”

He got you off four times that night before he let you relax. It was a new record for both of you.

The next day was the first time one of the guys suggested Seunghyun ask you out. You weren’t around when it happened, working elsewhere in the arena setting up for the rehearsal, but Seunghyun was practically giddy when he told you later.

From Seunghyun’s retelling of the conversation, Tae was the first to bring it up, mentioning that he could see a spark between the two of you at the club. Jiyong agreed but Daesung mentioned that he felt he had more of a chance with you than Seunghyun did.

“Dae would be my second choice,” you joked with Seunghyun, and thankfully, he laughed in response.

According to Seunghyun, he played the whole thing as casually as possible. At first he denied that there was any sort of spark between you, and then he allowed his friends to make him see it. Still, he shrugged it off, saying he didn’t have time for a relationship. By the end of the conversation, he seemingly dissuaded them of the notion altogether.

“I don’t think I’m ready to tell them,” he admitted. “It’s fun sneaking around, and I’m happy being private. Besides, that’s one step closer to the rest of the world finding out. I don’t want you to face them until you’re ready.”

It was sweet how he wanted to protect you, but you felt in a certain part of your mind that maybe he wasn’t ready to tell the world because he wasn’t proud of you. It was a silly notion, and you knew from the way he looked at you that he would do anything for you, just as you would for him. Still, you couldn’t help but hear that small whisper of doubt if you thought too hard about your relationship.

The whisper got softer, and eight months into your still secret relationship with Seunghyun, you couldn’t hear it at all anymore. The tour had ended and you were able to spend more time together without as much worry of being caught. You spent most of your days in his apartment, sometimes yours, watching movies together or staying in bed. You were sometimes treated to the sight of Seunghyun at his desk, writing new music; you think those were your favorite days.

It all brings you to this moment right now. You’re tangled up in the sheets of Seunghyun’s bed, on your back with your hips at the edge, while he’s knelt on the floor with his head between your legs. He has your thighs spread wide for him, pinned down against the bed so he can get at you without issue.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan, fisting his hair to hold him in place where he sucks on your clit. “That feels so good, please don’t stop.”

“Mhm,” he hums against you, and you’re sure you can feel him smirking. He thrusts his fingers into you faster, sensing that you’re close from the way you’re squeezing and grinding against him. “Good girl,” he breathed into you. “Come for me, baby.”

Every time Seunghyun makes you come, it feels better than the last. Your body trembles and you moan out his name so much and so hard, you feel like you’ll lose your voice. This time is no different, and you ride out each and every wave of your orgasm, then dropping back into the sheets, panting.

“I’ll never get tired of the way that sounds,” Seunghyun says, licking the taste of you from his lips and fingers. “You, calling my name, breathing like you’re desperate for air. You’re so beautiful.” You reach towards him, cupping his face with both hands and urging him closer to you. He grins up at you, climbing on top of you on the bed to kiss you passionately.

You’re both so lost in the feeling of one another you don’t hear the front door of the apartment open, and you didn’t hear your friends talking idly while they changed their shoes in the entryway. If you had overheard them, you would have had more time to cover yourselves up or even hide before they entered the bedroom.

“Oh, damn!” Jiyong exclaims, laughing. “I’m sorry!” He covers his eyes and turns from the doorway, but is quickly joined by his two other bandmates who are hurrying to peer into the room.

“No way!” Daesung laughs.

“I knew it,” Tae laughs.

“Fucking go!” Seunghyun yells, pointing at them with one hand as he tries to help you cover yourself with a sheet. “Have some respect!” The other three men almost fall over one another as they scramble from the room, still in a fit of excited laughter. “I’m so sorry,” Seunghyun says, softly, as he turns to check on you. “Are you okay? I didn’t know they were coming over.”

“It’s okay,” you nod, your cheeks still flushed in embarrassment. “I guess the truth is out now.”

“So much for privacy,” he chuckles, grasping your jaw tenderly and pulling you towards him for a kiss. “I’m sorry, princess. If you go get cleaned up, I’ll talk to those idiots, and try to calm them down before you come out there.”

“Okay,” you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replies. You smile, tossing the blanket from your body and moving to stand up from the bed. “Wait,” Seunghyun says, catching your hips, and pulling you to stand in front of where he sits on the edge of the bed. “I’m not upset that they know. I’ll miss sneaking around because it was sexy…but at least we can be open about it. And we can start moving you in here tomorrow.”

“That’s how you ask me to move in with you?” you chuckle, putting your hands on his shoulders.

“You love it here,” he responds, one of his hands slipping between your thighs, touching your still wet and tender folds. “I‘ll be able to touch you anytime you want me to. And we both know…you always want me to touch you.”

“Mmm,” you hum, closing your eyes and letting out a soft sigh. “Maybe. But I’m not going to let you finger me while your friends are in the other room.” Seunghyun laughs, removing his hand from between your legs and making sure you look at him before he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean them.

“Go clean up,” he commands, gesturing to the bathroom. “If I get them to leave before you’re out, I’m coming in there and fucking you in the shower.” You laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Don’t make a promise that you don’t intend to keep.”

“Oh, you doubt me?” he laughs. “Now I’ll have them out of here in sixty seconds, so you’d better be in that shower waiting for me. Or else you’ll be in trouble.” You wish you could identify what it was about Seunghyun threatening you like this that set your inside alight with arousal, but you figure that’s an internal conversation for another time. “Go now,” he says, smacking you on your backside. “Be a good girl and listen to what I told you.”

As you enter the bathroom, you feel an excitement radiating through you unlike you’d felt before at the thought of being in a relationship with Seunghyun. Now that the truth is out, the possibilities are endless. And the likelihood of Seunghyun keeping his promise to meet you in the bathroom is now a certainty as he stands in the doorway, thirty seconds faster than he had predicted.

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"In a world filled with men, he's a gentleman." ♡ - headcannons

Pairings: bf! Choi seung-hyun x reader

Warnings: none just fluff, hehe

︴note: hi <3, this is my first fic on this acc! I'm excited to post here on tumblr, I got inspired by so many writers out there! My writting might be a bit off, so please bear with me 😓 ,, anyway I hope you enjoy ♡.

Choi seung-hyun never was interested on dating or be in a relationship, he felt like it wasn't the right time to be one, considering his heavy schedules. But all that changes once he met you.

He instantly fell inlove once you two made eye contact. And after that he just couldn't help but think about you.

And of course you two ended up together.

- he probably did the first move! He might've asked you out but gosh he was nervous. He made sure on your first date he was being a gentleman. Like holding your hands, opening the door for you, paying everything, he made sure if your enjoying it so far. He would constantly check up on you, making sure your okay or feel comfortable. He wants to see you smile throughout the day. He would pull small jokes here and there, asking how's your day, he would talk about how passionate he was for music and art, and he would listen to your chat. He wouldn't get tire of listening to your voice at all. honestly he just wanted it to be perfect for you.

- your his passenger princess! Whenever your on a car with him, he would always put a hand on your thigh, would constantly rub his thumb against your skin in circles, caressing your thigh gently, as he talks to you AUGHH. He would glance at you every now and then, soft music fills the silence on the car as he drives.

- every night is always a cuddle session with him. Bed? Yes. couch? Absolutely! He likes being close to you, his hands wrapping around your waist, as he peppers your neck small pecks and kisses while he whispers sweet nothings to your ear. "I missed you today, jagi. Can we stay like this?" Honestly he would pull you back whenever you try to stand up.

- you always cook for him, breakfast, lunch and dinner. And he would always appreciate every bite because you made it. Every mornings, he would walk up behind you will you cook, wrapping his hand around your waist, as he watches you cook. "It smells good, can I help you with anything?" You would tell him to set up the table and he would. He would also make coffee for the both of you.

Everytime he has to go away for practice, recording, photoshoots, filming or whatnot. You would always pack him lunch, and he loves it when you do. He felt appreciated whenever you do, and it always makes his day, especially when you leave small notes. He always knows that how much you spend time making this just for him, and he is grateful about it.

On dinner, after you two eat, he would help you clean the table off and clean the dishes, it's a way of showing appreciation for the food your making hehe. Knowing he can't cook, he'd help you out instead.

- If you ask him to teach you how to paint, he would definitely, he feels giddy knowing you want to know about his intrests. Brings you to his studio, shows you how and tell you tips and tricks, like how to blend the colors, how to mix them and etc. He's always there. And whenever you show your paintings and your works to him, he couldn't help but feel proud. Even though if it looks bad or good, he would praise you about it. "Aein, this looks amazing, you learned so fast."

- this man brings you to his studio and would make you listen to his unreleased songs. He would ask if they sound okay, he just wants to know your opinions... that's all.. "Hey, jagi. Listen to this for me." "What do you think?" "It sounds okay." "Just okay? Are you sure?" "Yes baby, why?" "Alright I'm gonna do some changes wait-"

- whenever you feel down, he's always right there with you. He would ask if your doing alright, following you around the house like a puppy, he just wanted to make sure. "Hey baby, is everything okay? You look upset.." he would try his best to cheer you up, giving you cuddles, hugs, small kisses here and there.

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okay for sure going back to this

TRIPLE THREAT . choi seung-hyun and kwon ji-yong

extras . playlist

summary: in which three of the biggest k-pop idols in 2016 can’t seem to stay away from each other, even as the media tries to tear them apart.

warnings: choi seung-hyun x female reader x kwon ji-yong, polyamorous relationship, smut, angst, toxic industries

total wc: estimated 30k

chapter one . why can’t i have two?

i . why can’t i have two? (2468) by caity baser

ii . meddle about by chase atlantic

iii . i’m yours by isabel larosa

chapter two . all i wanted was you

iv . all i wanted by paramore

v . because i liked a boy by sabrina carpenter

vi . tv by billie eilish

chapter three . come back to me now

vii . a boy by g-dragon

viii . bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo

ix . the great war by taylor swift

author’s note: i love immersing myself in my fics and creating playlists for them is one of my favourite things to do. you don’t have to go and listen to any of the songs though.

© reniberries . please do not copy or repost my work on any other platforms !

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OH MY GOSH

⊹ Tangled in The Past⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader

⊹ Warnings: toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, jealousy, possessiveness, implied infidelity, and strong language

i don't know, just pure smut with little plotline...

⊹ Summary: a glamorous ballroom becomes the battleground for unresolved emotions when you cross paths with your ex, Seung-Hyun. What begins as a night of celebration spirals into a heated confrontation, reigniting old wounds, passion, and a dangerous game of control neither of you are ready to surrender.

⊹ Authors note: no words... Kind of breathless...

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The ballroom shimmered in golden hues, chandeliers casting reflections across the glossy floor as laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. It was the perfect setting for a celebration, but for you, it had turned into something entirely different—a battlefield.

You hadn’t even been paying attention at first, too busy dancing with someone new, enjoying the moment, letting yourself forget. His hand had been warm on your waist, his laughter light in your ear, and for the first time in a long while, you felt at ease.

But then, a ripple of laughter from a nearby table had caught your ear. And then his voice—smooth, confident, just like always.

“She’s probably here hoping to find someone new. You know how desperate she gets.”

Your fingers had tightened around your partner’s hand, your stomach twisting. The words shouldn’t have mattered. They shouldn’t have burrowed under your skin the way they did. But hearing them from Seung-Hyun, spoken so casually, as if you weren’t even worth the effort of being discreet? That had sent a sharp sting of betrayal through your chest.

So now, you stood in front of him, the taste of bitterness still fresh on your tongue.

“Are you serious right now?” Seung-Hyun’s voice was low, sharp, barely audible over the ambient jazz playing in the background.

You turned on your heel, nostrils flaring. “Oh, I don’t know, Seung-Hyun. Am I? Or am I just reacting like a normal person who doesn’t appreciate her ex making a joke at her expense?”

“It was a joke,” he exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his dark hair. His tuxedo was crisp, his tie slightly loosened from the night’s revelry, and yet he stood rigidly before you. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You called me desperate.”

A flicker of something passed over his expression—guilt, maybe. Regret. But he masked it as quickly as it appeared, sighing. “I was joking, and you know it. You always take things too seriously.”

You let out a dry laugh, one that held no amusement. “Right. I’m always the problem.”

“You’re making a scene,” he muttered, shifting his gaze to the nearby guests who had begun stealing glances your way.

“And you made a joke about me at my expense in front of all these people,” you shot back, stepping closer. “So, forgive me if I don’t particularly care about appearances right now.”

His jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed whatever words he wanted to say next.

You should’ve walked away then. Should’ve let it go. But emotions swirled inside you, tangled with memories, old wounds that hadn’t quite healed, and the lingering sting of his words.

So instead, you lifted your hand and flipped him off.

Seung-Hyun’s brows lifted in disbelief, mouth parting slightly. “You’re—”

But you didn’t stay to listen. Turning sharply, you stormed past the curious onlookers, your dress swishing around your legs as you made a beeline for the hotel reception desk.

“I need a key to my room,” you demanded, voice still shaking slightly with residual anger.

The receptionist, a young woman with a polite but slightly startled expression, quickly began typing into the system. “May I have your name?”

You rattled it off, tapping your fingers against the counter as you felt Seung-Hyun’s presence approach from behind.

“Running away, as always,” he murmured, his voice softer this time, but still carrying that infuriating edge.

You turned just enough to glare at him. “And you’re following me, as always.”

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to act like you don’t still—”

“Don’t.” You cut him off, shaking your head. “Don’t you dare stand there and act like you don’t know exactly why I left.”

“You left because you thought I didn’t care,” he said, his voice rough with frustration. “Because I was too busy with my career, too caught up in appearances to give you what you wanted.”

You clenched your jaw, the hurt flashing in your eyes before you quickly masked it. “No, I left because I realized I was never going to be enough for you. You always had to be admired, always had to be the center of attention, even if it meant putting me down to do it.”

His face fell, just slightly. “That’s not true.”

You let out a sharp exhale, shaking your head. “It is. Tonight just proved it again.”

The receptionist cleared her throat, extending the key card to you. “Here you go, Miss.”

You grabbed it, offering a small, tight-lipped smile before turning to leave. But as you brushed past Seung-Hyun, his fingers barely ghosted over your wrist, a touch so fleeting you almost questioned if it had happened at all.

“You’re still running,” he said, barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for only a second before pulling away completely, stepping into the elevator without looking back.

You pressed the card against the little scanner and it clicked, letting you know that it unlocked. Carefully, you pushed it open and placed the card in a slot to turn on the lights. When the room lit up, you were met with a surprise. It was already filled with belongings.

The bed was still made but on it rested a hoodie. The desk had a laptop still open with a art documentary up and a half-drunken bottle of wine. On the bedside table rested a pair of glasses, a phone charger and two notebooks.

This room was already occupied. The lady at the front desk must have messed up.

You wandered over the closet and saw it filled with a couple different suits, dressing shirts, a paid of jeans and a shirt.

You were so caught up that you missed the sound of the door opening and footsteps echoing in.

“What are you doing in my room?”

A low, deeply known voice made you jumped and you whipped your head around.

Seung-Hyun.

Your pulse hammered against your skin as he closed the door and looked at you with those piercing eyes.

“I asked you a question,” he began, “What are you doing in my room?”

His tone glimmered with confusion but also aggravation.

“The..The lady at the front desk,” you barely managed to get your words out. “She..She must have given me the spare key card to your room by mistake.”

He scoffed and shook his head, walking further into the room as if you weren’t event there. “And you decided to snoop?”

“I’m not... I wasn’t —“

“Then why is your hands still on my suit?” He slapped the laptop on his desk closed and turned around to face you, waiting for an answer.

You looked to see your hands clawing onto his suit for dear life. Shit.

“I didn’t realize you were going to be here tonight.” You changed the subject. Why are you still talking to him?

“I'm the main investor in this place, you should have understood that,” He chuckled. “Why did you come, though? You could’ve stayed at home.”

“I wanted to get out and be away from shit for a while.” You stated, giving any remourse in your tone. “Am I not allowed to do that?” You rased an eyebrow.

“I don’t own you, Y/N. You’re not mine anymore.”

You felt a lump growing in your throat and you swallowed it down. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. “Good, at least that is established.” You coughed awkwardly and ran your hands down the front of your dress as you began to walk away.

“Oh yeah, you established that very well when you danced with that man.” You heard him bitterly remark under his breath.

You turned on your heel and narrowed your eyes at him, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He simply said. Oh, you heard him well.

You looked him in the eye, “His name is Jae-eon, and I had lots and lots of fun dancing with him, thank you so much for asking.”

He didn’t looked impressed, instead you watched his jaw tick as he stretched his fingers by his side, as if he was itching to touch something. “Are you two a thing then, hum?”

“You have no right to ask that.” You shot back. “Last time I checked, my life is none of your concern.”

“And what does that mean?” He scoffed angrily.

“It means,” you stepped further into the room till you stood opposite him. “I have every right to do whatever the hell I want with him without your permission or judgement.”

“Is that so?” He took a step forward.

“Yes, so maybe I was going to go back to his room, maybe I was going to let him bend my pretty ass over his bead and fuck me rough. “ Your voice became stern. Cold. “Maybe I was going to moan his name all night and beg him to fuck me harder. Maybe he could fuck me better than you.”

“So what? You are throwing yourself at people now?”

Anger bubbled in your veins.

“I’m not throwing myself at people. And you have no right to even say that when you went and ran to Jun-hee for some quick fucking as soon as we were done! What are you now? Her new little fuck toy?” You let that slip out before you even registered what you just said. Oh shit.

He laughed a cold laugh, “Me and Jun-hee? Please, she’s just been sticking to my side to gain more attention. I barely event let her touch me.”

“Well, you don’t seem to object. I guess you must like that little doll.”

“I guess you must like trying to make me jealous whoring around with another man—“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you stormed right up to him and slapped him across the face.

“Don’t ever speak to me like that, you motherfucker.” You gritted through your teeth.

He gazed down at you, eyes blazing with a fierce storm you hadn’t had seen before. It was heated and merciless.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” He warned it a deep, low voice.

You went to slap him again, “Fuck you—“ but your sentence wasn’t finished and your hand never met his skin as he grabbed your wrist and pinned you against the closed door, harsly.

“Do that again. I dare you.” He warned in low, menacing tone. You couldn’t even speak due to the shock. “Go on. Do it.” No words could from in your throat. “Lost for words, baby?”

His smug tone made your blood boil.

“Fuck you.” You spat. “You’re a fucking motherfucker and I fucking hate you.”

“Don’t worry,” he gripped you thigh under your dress, “The feeling is mutual.”

Slowly, he trailed his hand up your thigh, his warm hands moulding into your soft skin. Not once did he looked away from your eyes, his hand climbing higher and higher under your dress. You didn’t want to give in and kept your eyes on him, refusing to show him the torment he was putting you through.

When his hand cupped you, over the thin material of your underwear, you couldn’t help but let out the faintest of gasps.

He ran a finger across your covered slit, feeling the wetness soaking through. You hated that he turned you on so much, especially now with his eyes scorching into yours with such a merciless lust, you couldn’t control yourself.

His fingers began swirling your clit, working with the material of my underwear in a sweet friction. You kept looking into his eyes, refusing to show any reaction, when in reality your insides were burning. This was a fight, a mental one, and you weren’t going to lose.

You tried your best to keep your breath steady, fighting the temptation to gasp and moan, when his fingers slipped inside your underwear and worked your clit in the slowest of pleasurable circles. Don’t moan. Whatever you do, don’t moan.

You could see the smirk in his eyes as he continued playing with you, swirling your clit now with his thumb, applying the gentlest of pressures to tease you. Make you beg for more.

A finger of his parted the slick skin guarding your entrance and slowly eased inside of you.

With his finger inside you, curling and thrusting, his thumb rubbing your clit, every part of your body burned and screamed in heaven.

He leaned down so that his lips grazed your ear, “Don’t moan, baby.” He taunted. “Don’t give into me.” He smiled against your skin. He knew what he was doing.

“You like it, don’t you? You like how my finger can fuck you and drive you insane?”

Don’t moan. Don’t moan. Don’t give in.

“Want me to add another?”

As soon as second finger entered you, everything in you shattered.

“Fuck—“ you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as his fingers fucked you.

“There it is.” He smirked. His thumb worked faster as his fingers picked up a pace, thrusthing in and out, curling to hit all the spots they needed to. “You going to say my name for me too?”

“I— fucking—hate you.” You gritted through your teeth between breaths.

“But you pussy seems to love me. You are so wet, it that all for me?” He trust his fingers faster, rolling and rubbing your clit, applying even more pressure.

“Fuck you — ah!” You felt yourself climbing higher and higher to your climax. Just as you felt yourseld about to let go, he painfully removed his fingers, and you were left whimpering in the most painful ache.

“You think you’ve got such a smart mouth.” He gripped your chin, so you looked up at him. “Get on your knees.”

You practically fell to your knees as he let go with your legs still wobbling. You brushed your hair out of your face, redness climbing up your cheeks as he unbuckled and removed his belt, let his pants drop to the floor and pulled out his hard and throbbing erection from his boxers. Wetness leaked from the tip, and it was practically pulsing with need.

He gripped you by your hair and guided your mouth to his cock. You sucked on the tip, swirling your tongue around the slit, sucking up the pre-cum.

“You make me so fucking hard.” He groaned and tightened his grip on your hair. You took him further in your mouth, as much as you could to suck from base to tip. So hard that you hollowed your cheeks and his cock came out of your lips with a popping sound.

You gazed up at him through lashes, innocently widening your eyes as you sucked and circled your tongue around the tip.

He closed his eyes and let out a depper groan.

“You’re so hard.” You teased, licking him from the base to the tip, “Is that all for me?”

You grinned, mimicking him, taking his cock in your mouth as far as you could and started bobbing, lapping your tongue around the tip every time you came back up.

His chest heaved up and down as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping a tight grip on your hair. He began to thrust his hips up and guided your head to go faster. You gagged and tried to keep up with the pace of his thrusting, almost gasping for air as he fucked your mouth.

“Look at the pretty girl with her pretty lips around my cock.” He groaned. “It that enough for you? You want me to fuck your mouth harder?”

He started thrusting in and out harshly, bruising your lips with the most erotic movements you had ever seen.

He thrust harder, fucking your mouth remorselessly, battering your throat. Fuck, this is so hot. One hand gripping your hair, the other holding the side of your face as his hips worked fast and hard.

“You want another man to fuck your pretty mouth like this?” He mused, groaning as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You gagged and tears spilled down your cheeks as he stuffed his mouth with his cock. You reached down to play with yourself, rubbing your clit through your underwear as hard as you could as the ache between your legs got too much to bear.

You could feel the pulsing of his climax start to rumble with every groan that echoed through the room. Abruptly, he yanked himself out from your mouth, his erection standing tall, coated in your gleaming saliva.

He looked down at you and watched you touch yourself, still on your knees, gasping and whimpering in desperation. Without a warning, he grabbed you chin and forced you up to your feet, grabbing your wrist, losing contact with yourself and replaced it with his.

“It this what you want?” He whispered darkly. “You want this?” He pushed your underwear to the side and started to roll your clit between his fingers. “Words, baby, or I’m leaving.”

“Yes—“ you gasped. “Oh god, yes.”

He hoisted you up and slammed you up against the wall. And then, out of nowhere, your underwear was ripped from your skin. Ripped.

You have never seen this part of Seung-Hyun. You were used to a little bit rougher sex, but not like this.

He got down on his knees, licking you from slit to the clit, toying his tongue between the slick skin dripping with your arousal before he met your clit and began flicking it. The warmth of his wet tongue made you curse him even more and throw your head back.

“Fuck, Tabi.” You moaned, not being able to hold yourself back.

“You like that?” He murmured against you. “Tabi? Not Seung-Hyun, not Motherfucker?”

He looked up to stare you in the eyes whilst his tongue continuously flicked your clit.

“Fuck.” You cried. It was so good. Too good.

Suddenly, he stood back up, leaving you with a feeling of loss. Your legs wobbled so badly that you thought you were about to fall over any second. His hands connected with the back of your dress and ripped it down. And now every part of you was exposed to him.

His fingers thrust into you, and your legs almost gave out. He pushed you down onto the bed and spread your legs even further, getting a better view to watch his fingers fuck you as he stood over you.

“So tight.” He slowed his pace and continued working them in and out. “Tell me a secret, baby. Do you want me?”

“Seung-Hyun!” You cried as he began to curl his fingers, thrusting them in and out in slow, deep strokes.

“Ah, and we are back to formal names.” He mused. “I don’t hear the right words, baby.”

“Ye—yes.” You pleaded.

He smiled to himself and removed his fingers from you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking all the traces of you off. He brought them up to your lips, and commanded, “Suck.”

And you did. Shamelessly.

He trailed his fingers down your neck, to your breasts, tweaking the hard pebbles of your nipples. “I would kiss them.” He whispered,” But you are making a mess, aren’t you?”

He grabbed you by your hair at the nape of your neck, so your head was tilted back.

When his lips hovered over  yours, he ordered, “Get on your hands and knees.”

You completely froze as those words slipped his lips in the utmost dominance. And he didn’t like your pause. “Now.” He demanded ruthlessly.

You scrambled onto the bed and got into the position he asked you to.

He removed the rest of his clothing and then walked around the bed till he stood by his desk, looking at you.

“What..—What are you doing?” You whimpered, aching so badly for a release, you suppressed your embarrassment at being in such a vulnerable position.

He was so far away and seemed to be admiring the position you were in for him. During your relationship, he never made you so vulnerable. You were the one biting.

He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it.

“Beg.”

The word made you still. Beg.

“I—“

“Beg.” He cut me off. Beg. Never in your relationship he asked you to beg. Especially not for sex.

“I—I don’t know how.”

He chuckled darkly to himself, still working his hand up and down his pulsing cock. “Figure it out. You are a big girl.”

“Tabi..” You pleaded. “Please.”

“Not good enough. You want me to fuck you? Beg.”

Your blood boiled. “You want to see me begging? Go to hell. I won’t tell you how burning it feels, how I miss your cock inside me, ripping me apart. So fucking ba—“ He lifted up on finger to pause you and walked over.

He was only an inch from you and a hard smack landed on your ass cheek.

“A feisty tongue of yours will get you into trouble one day, but you are lucky I love you.” He pushed a hand down your back to arch it even more. “Only good girls get to cum. Are you a good girl?”

“Yes.” You whimpered.

“Say it.” He commanded.

“I’m a good girl.”

“Are you mine good girl?” He hummed and ran his cock along your wetness, teasing you so much, you ached even more.

“I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, princess.”

“I’m yours.” He pushed the tip into your wetness.

“You sure about that?” He asked, pushing his cock inside of you, deeper. “You sure that you only mine good girl? Only I can make you feel this way?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously. “I’m only yours, Tabi.”

You moaned as his thick girth stretched you out, pressing against your walls.

“Correct.” He whispered, slowly kissing up your back. “You are being such a good girl taking all of my cock. I’m so proud of you, princess.”

He slowly began thrusting in and out, making your body shake with pleasure.

“Ah, Tabi!” You cried.

His hips rolled against your ass, gridding so his cock started hitting deeper, pressing all the right spots. Every part of your body was on fire, burning in complete pleasure and heaven as he pounded into you.

“Good god, fuck.” You gasped. The sounds of wet skin slapping echoed around the room as he buried himself inside of you, the hardness of him stretching you to accommodate for him.

Your arms barely hold yourself up and gave out. Your cheek rested against the soft sheets with your ass high in the air.

“Please...” You begged desperately, your eyes clouding from the glaze of threatening to spill down your cheeks.

He wrapped his hand around your stomach and pulled you up, your back pressed against his front and your head falling down onto his shoulder.

“So needy.” He kissed up your neck, biting and sucking the skin. His hands found your breasts and massaged them, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Seung-Hyun!” You sobbed, tears falling down your cheeks. “It’s too.. It’s too much.”

“Oh princess.” He chuckled against your skin. “Is my pretty girl complaining?”

“No—”

“You created this, you pushed me over my limits. Why don’t you cherish it a little more?” He groaned and grinded against you harder, thrusting deeper. He was right. You did create this.

He raised his thumb up to your lips.

“Suck.” He commanded. You opened your mouth, and he pressed his fingers against the pad of your tongue. Gently, he moved them in and out. You hollowed your cheeks to such it hard and felt his grunts turn harsher.

He removed his thumb and brought it down to play with your clit. The sensation of his cock pounding deep inside of you matched with his biting across your neck.

“I’m—I’m close.”

“Hold it.” He commanded.

“I can’t—Please, Tabi, please let me cum.” You begged, hot tears falling down your cheeks. It was too much, you felt like you were going to die.

His thrusts got sloppier, letting me know that he was close too. “Look at you, princess.”

He whispered, “Look at you now. Begging for me to let you cum. Such a good girl for me.”

Your body was shaking as you tried to hold your climax. “Please!”

“Cum for me.”

As soon as he whispered that, you let go and the wave of intense pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in complete ecstasy. Every noise faded out into a ringing sound and every light in the room exploded into a burning ball of brightness.

You clenched him as your orgasm burst through you and his grunts got heavier. He came, his warm cum coating your walls, causing you to let out more whimpers.

“So good.” He whispered. “You were so good for me.”

“Tabi...” You began to sob when he reached out to you, turning you around and bringing you into his arms.

“I know, baby.” He whispered into your hair and kisses your forehead. “It’s all going to be okay. Just promise me, that no matter what, you will always be my princess.”

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Taglist: @redhoodedtoad @sherrayyyyy @mirahyun @sherxoo

[ilovethe141]

Talking body || Gong Yoo x reader)

Summary: Gong Yoo decides to take his girlfriend Y/N to a remote cabin, to celebrate their anniversary as a couple. Far from all the comments and criticisms about the age gap between both of them. Y/N forgets about all that, especially when Gong Yoo takes care of it.

Author's note: the reader is 28 years old and Gong Yoo is 45 years old. This one shot contains smut and explicit language. Please minors DNI.

《tags: sex, minors dni, +18, smut, mentions of boob grabing, dick and pussy, age gap, Gong Yoo being desesperate for reader's, cumming》

"Babe, this is beautiful" Y/N says looking at the view of the cabin's balcony.

Gong Yoo smiles when he sees the emotion painted on his girlfriend's face. He had planned this escape for a long time, but what led him to do it were the thousands of comments they both received from their families when they were together. The age difference between them was 17 years, but they were both conscious adults and responsible for the decisions they made.

When Gong Yoo met Y/N he couldn't let her go so easily, she had captivated him with her simple and sweet nature, plus she was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful according to him.

She was the love of his life.

He stands behind the girl and hugs her from behind. He wraps his arms around her stomach and plants a kiss on her cheek, admiring the scenery as well. Y/N leaves her hands on his and lets out a sigh, resting her head on his body.

"I needed this," she whispers "Thank you"

Gong Yoo looks at her with a sparkle in his eyes, a look like when one is in love. The man kisses the girl's cheek again, earning a giggle from her.

"I have another surprise for you," the man says, moving away from the girl and taking her hand to guide her to the bathroom.

Y/N follows him and when they both enter the bathroom, she is greeted by a jacuzzi with bubbles, rose petals in the water, and chocolate covered strawberries. There is a champagne on the sink cabinet, which Gong Yoo takes along with two refined glasses to serve the liquid. She smiles moved and can't help but think about how lucky she is to have him.

Gong Yoo hands her her glass and clinks hers with his glass.

"To make it an unforgettable escape" the man grabs the girl by the waist and pulls her towards him, giving her a peck on her lips, before continuing "Where all our worries and the comments of the rest disappear. Because no one can tell me who to be with or who to fall in love with. What matters is what we feel," he admits" and let me tell you that what I feel for you is something that I want to feel for the rest of my life."

Y/N smiles softly as her eyes get shiny. She feels her heart race with such a statement and it is what assures her that this is true. That she wants to be with him. And he with her. It's true that the comments from her family and his family still crunched in her head, but upon seeing the security and sincerity of her boyfriend's words, mixed with tenderness and love, she simply forgot about the rest. Now only they mattered.

"Only if you'll let me have you" Gong Yoo whispers in her lips.

She kisses him and then answers:

"Always. You'll always have me" she promises.

They both clink their glasses and bring them to their lips to swallow the champagne. With the promise of their true and genuine love.

Gong Yoo kisses her forehead tenderly and takes his glass and hers from her hands to put them aside and put his hands back on the girl's body. She raises her hands to the man's chest and looks at him listening to what he has to say.

"So, now, we should take advantage of this hot and comfortable jacuzzi to get through the cold," he says, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Y/N laughs sheepishly “What do you say, princess?”

She pretends to think about it and then nods.

"I say we don't waste more time"

Gong Yoo smiles.

After Y/N left her pajamas ready on the bed, she walks to the bathroom with her robe on.

There, Gong Yoo is waiting for her, already sitting in the jacuzzi waiting for his girlfriend. The black-haired man smiles when he sees her with blushing cheeks. The man still found it charming that she was still nervous despite having explored their bodies on previous occasions.

She opens her robe and lets it fall to the floor, feeling the softness with which this garment slips from her body, giving her chills. Now, she's completely naked to him.

She is observed under the watchful eye of Gong Yoo, who stretches out his hand to help her enter the jacuzzi. His eyes do not admire her with vulgarity, but affection, desire, charm and love. He never gets tired of admiring her, something that Gong Yoo has been responsible for making her notice.

"Beautiful" he says and then gives her a kiss "As always"

Y/N can't take any more of the red color and heat that covers her cheeks.

Gong Yoo sits her next to him and puts his arm around her, stretching it out to take a chocolate-covered strawberry. The man offers it to the girl and she bites it without thinking twice. It's one of her favorite desserts. She chews and licks her lips savoring the fruit, being seen by Gong Yoo, who bites into the rest of it. In an act that seems as if they had shared a kiss.

"You like it?" the man asks and smiles when he sees how the girl nods her head.

Y/N turns to pick one up for Gong Yoo and put it in front of his mouth, who receives it immediately. And Y/N imitates the gesture he made first.

Gong Yoo tastes the fruit and lowers his arm to the girl's naked waist under the water and caresses her skin in circles with his fingers.

She gets as close to him as she can to feel the heat of his body, despite the temperature of the water.

"This is beautiful, Gong Yoo" she says tenderly "I don't know how to thank you"

"You don't have to thank me, just enjoy it," he whispers against her lips before stealing a kiss from her.

She kisses back and this gives Gong Yoo time to cradle her face in his hands. A rough hand of his slides to the girl's thighs, lifting it so that one leg of hers is on his lap, close to his member. Y/N runs her hand up the man's chest, caressing his skin as she feels the kiss intensify. They continue their tongue dance until Gong Yoo pulls away from her so she can breathe.

"Come here," he tells her, taking her by the waist and lifting her slightly off the water to sit her back against his chest between his legs.

He runs his hands up the girl's legs under the water and his lips move to her neck. Y/N closes her eyes enjoying the caresses the man provides and the kisses he leaves on her neck.

"So pretty...." he whispers "And only mine."

She clings closer to his body, turning her on with what he says in her ear. The girl stretches her arm above his head and surrounds him with it, pulling the man's hair with every kiss and caress he gives her. Gong Yoo explores her body with his hands and stops one hand on the girl's stomach to hold her in place, while the other goes up to her tit, which he squeezes to his liking. Y/N moans, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

"Mm, love" Y/N says, immersed in the ecstasy of the moment.

Gong Yoo lets out a mischievous laugh as he feels his girlfriend's hands take his hands to bring them to her breasts and motivate him to continue squeezing them. It is an action that she usually does every time the things get heated between them.

"Do you like it when I play with your tits?" He asks, gently biting the girl's neck, feeling her ass move.

"Yeah, please..... Please," she asks in a moan.

Gong Yoo laughs and squeezes one tit while the other goes down to the girl's entrance. His fingers play along the girl's pelvis, and then go down to where she needs him the most. She tries to move to feel the friction on her pussy, and is relieved when Gong Yoo decides to stick his fingers in a back-and-forth motion.

"That feels pretty good, doesn't it?" he whispers in her ear without stopping his movements. She whimpers and moves her head, stretching it to reach the man's lips, which receive her with pleasure. While he devours her mouth, she wraps her hand around his wrist so he can continue his movements on her clitoris. He begins to cup her pussy to continue giving the girl pleasure.

"I can't get enough of hearing you, baby. Come on, who makes you feel good?" he asks her, briefly parting from her lips. She follows him, but he doesn't let her that easily so she can respond, "Come on, honey, who makes you feel good with their fingers opening you up and toying you the way you like, uh?"

"You, love. You.... Gong Yoo" she tells him in a pleasant whimper.

He smiles satisfied and continues moving his fingers in circles inside the girl, feeling how she closes him with her walls. He knows that the girl is about to cum, he can feel it.

He catches her lips in a kiss as he continues to touch her to his liking. She moves against his fingers moaning desperately. The sound of water crashing violently can be heard throughout the room, caused by the girl's movements due to the pleasure she feels.

"I'm going to cum" she says.

Gong Yoo increases the pace of his fingers and it's enough to make the girl cum on his fingers. He feels her cum all over his fingers, and slaps her pussy to make hern understand that she has done a pretty good mess.

"You did so good to me, baby" he kisses her temple, hearing the girl's labored breathing in an attempt to catch her breath.

"That felt good, didn't it?" he asks her with his hand still cradling her pussy. She nods, still blown away by the climax she reached thanks to her man's long fingers "Yeah, you did so good, my love. Like a good girl"

Y/N sighs with a smile plastered on her face.

They stay in the jacuzzi for a while longer until the water turns cold. Gong Yoo helps her clean her and then helps her up from the water to takes his towel to put it around his waist and then wrap the other towel around the girl's body. He kisses her forehead and carries her in his arms bridal style to the bed.

Gong Yoo helps her put on her pajamas, and also moisturizes her legs, arms, stomach, and neck. Then he tucks her under the covers and he gets in to hug her against his body.

She sighs sleepily.

"I love you" he says in her ear.

"I love you too" the girl answers.

And they both fall asleep peacefully.

[ilovethe141]

Like a kid again. 🫰🏼

Summary: CUTE!! It’s just cute cute cute! You and Seung Hyun!! Dating! SO ADORABLE!!

The way Seung Hyun’s jaw clenches as he strains to hang your artwork just right on the wall could make you melt. You feel like an actress staring at him as you lean against the wall, sweat pooling on his forehead.

He grunts, baring his teeth and punching the wall.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect. Look around.” You caress his shoulder gently, comfortingly.

“Well, my view is pretty perfect.” He soaks up every curve of your face, always making you feel like a muse. Like a beautiful spring morning that you can’t help but gaze at. You never felt beautiful until you saw the way he looks at you.

“Mine too,” you bite playfully at him, clicking your teeth together.

“Don’t do that.” His chest heaves as his body stiffens like he can barely stop himself from grabbing you.

“Look!” You grab the painting and send him stumbling back. You hang it crookedly on the wall.

“You know what?” He tilts his head, a smile playing on his lips as he pretends to ponder. “You’re right.” He runs around the room, stopping at every work of art to make them hang crooked on the wall. “Your turn!” He exclaims suddenly, grabbing you around the waist to hoist you onto the bed where you plop down sideways.

“Baby!” You squeal, pulling him down on top of you.

“Saved the most beautiful one for last.” He smiles down at you, hands on holding him up on either side of your head.

“I’m like a puppy! You can’t rile me up like that!” You shove him off to stand up, pressing play on your long paused music.

“Not this song again.” Seung Hyun groans as he sits up on the bed.

“But you sound so sexy in it!” You dance around the room to Doom Dada, feeling as though you just fell into the world of Alice in wonderland having every piece of art on your wall tilted.

Seung Hyun’s face lights up as you dance over to him, grabbing him by the hands to pull him up.

“Match my energy!” You command, bouncing spastically and off beat.

“You couldn’t handle it!” He stands up proudly on the bed and starts dancing like a little kid, no rhythm but so much passion behind the way he moves, shaking his head like a dog as he listens to his own voice.

-CRACK-

The bed snaps beneath him, making way and sending him flying. He tumbles into you, making you fall to the floor, barely catching yourself. The two of you sit shocked into silence for a moment before breaking out into laughter. Seung Hyun lays back and you follow, laying your head back on his chest.

You laugh so hard you wheeze and cry and eventually cough.

“You make me feel like a kid again.” He giggles, placing his hand on your face, for no reason other than to do it.

“Get off! You shove his arm. He strains as you try desperately to shove his own finger up his nose, eventually giving up to finally regain the breath you’d lost. “Me too.” You finally respond. You lean over to lay your arms on his chest, looking down at him.

“I could live a thousand lives, each one getting better than I was in the last, and I still would never deserve you.” He blurts seriously, gazing into your eyes, no smile on his face as he speaks. “But in every life I’d still find a way to make you mine.” He reaches up to shove a strand of hair behind your ear, finally smiling.

How does one even respond to that?

Staring with wide eyes apparently, not saying a word or moving a muscle. That is until you grabs the back of your head and pulls you down to meet his lips.

His soft lips melt into yours, passion and love between your pressed lips.

“I’ll never be able to put words to paper, or paint to a canvas that could ever measure up to the way I feel about you. How lucky I am. I wish I could articulate beautiful poetry just by looking at my muse, but I stare at you for hours and can’t think of a single word. You-“ he pulls you back to his soft lips, breaking off your words in a welcome kiss.

[ilovethe141]

dreams | kwon jiyong

a/n – I tried a new style for the story header, nothing special, just to make it cuter, the story is a little (very little) longer this time, I hope you like it! feel free to correct me about grammatical errors in the comments!

summary: jiyong gets stressed over things that aren't directly your fault

pairing: jiyong x gn!member!reader

warnings: jiyong stressed, t.o.p, taeyang and daesung are in there, i think that's it

lowercase letters, word count: 1,7k

no, no, no.

there was no way he had dreamed about you, no chance, not LIKE THAT.

jiyong had always believed that dreams had some sort of meaning—good luck, a sign, or something else entirely, even things like déjà vu, which happened quite often. and you were involved in EVERY SINGLE ONE. as if he thought about you that much—he DOESN'T. he thinks... ugh, damn it! you're bringing too many thoughts into his head, and it's starting to put him in a bad mood.

jiyong ruffles his hair with frustration, walking back and forth in the practice room, sighing and muttering to himself, biting the thumbnail of his hand.

the floor always creaks annoyingly when he steps on that specific spot.

"jiyong, can you stop walkin' in circles? you're making me dizzy." the oldest member of the group complains. he and the other two, taeyang and daesung, had already given up on scolding him. this wasn’t the first time one of them tried to call him out, but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other with their leader.

the members were waiting for you to start practice. apparently, you had an issue with some clause in your contract renewal with YG, but nothing major. they figured that’s why jiyong was pacing around anxiously.

t.o.p, taeyang, and daesung were sitting on the floor, completely relaxed—any chance to rest was always welcome. but that didn't seem to be the case for g-d.

when it seemed like he was about to complete his 388th lap in that room, you finally opened the door.

"seriously, this took forever..." the moment you entered, jiyong's entire demeanor changed, though he kept his reaction silent. you were too busy complaining to notice.

"all this fuss over a random document, when all they had to do was look for it!" you grumbled, adjusting your clothes. the other members stood up, and you greeted them cheerfully, "hello, hello~"

t.o.p walked over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders."so... everything worked out, right?" the eldest asked.

taeyang dusted off his pants and stepped closer as well, alongside daesung.

"well, since you don't look sad, I guess it did." he commented.

daesung suddenly jumped and let out a dramatic whine, "ahhhh~~ there would be no bigbang without ___, don't die on us, ___!" he shook you by the shoulders, making you laugh.

jiyong said nothing, but you could feel his gaze burning into your back. sensing his irritated aura, you rubbed your nose and pressed your lips together nervously, pretending to be clueless. then, quickly, you said:

"ah. I think we should start practice already. I feel like I took way too long."

you nodded to yourself as if agreeing with your own words.

the other members chuckled, stepping away to take their starting positions.

soon, the music began.

not even two minutes into the practice, and you could still feel jiyong's burning stare. it made you even more nervous, feeling guilty for the delay. that nervousness caused you to accidentally mess up one of the dance steps, and—damn—the air got stuck in your lungs.

everyone else froze in place, their breaths hitching. it wasn’t just you who felt jiyong’s irritation.

you stayed where you were, frozen in your mistake, and seconds later, you heard footsteps approaching. you shuddered, expecting harsh words fueled by the anger radiating off jiyong. you squeezed your eyes shut.

.

.

.

okay, and… nothing happened. he just walked past you.

none of you understood what was going on—not even jiyong.

he had been ready to tear into you for messing up, to completely rip you apart with words (he knew it wasn’t right, but his anger was louder). he was about to take everything out on you, but suddenly... he felt nervous. shy...?

he wanted to punch himself. what the hell was this? why was he feeling like this? the great g-dragon, embarrassed? even he was surprised he walked past you instead.

as he passed, his heart skipped a beat. his fingers tingled—no, his whole body tingled, even his ears.

this was definitely your fault. completely your fault! who gave you permission to appear in his dreams and act LIKE THAT??? now he was acting weird. he wasn’t even in control of himself anymore—one second, he did one thing, and the next, he did another. all of his anger had somehow transformed into partial embarrassment—the kind of embarrassment that comes when you do something stupid in front of someone you like—

like?

for a moment, that word felt wrong.

like? no...

like was too shallow, too undefined.

liking was like liking food, liking to relax, liking to swim.

no.

not like.

at that moment, jiyong decided that he love—

he stopped mid-step, whatever his body had been doing completely halted. his hand flew to his mouth in shock.

you, t.o.p, taeyang, and daesung all watched your leader press his hand to his forehead and bite his lips. he looked like he had just witnessed a murder in front of him. the guy paled about 300 shades lighter than his usual skin tone. he looked like a blank canvas, a brand-new sheet of white paper, untouched white paint—before the brush, before the mess, before it all blended into some unrecognizable color. white. you got it.

he let out a completely defeated sigh, disappointed in himself, and made the most disgusted expression you four had ever seen on a human being.

daesung let out a small snicker but quickly shut up, pressing his lips together to hold back laughter. you shot him a warning look that said, 'stay quiet, or he’ll kill you,' before turning back to jiyong.

your eyes locked with his, and immediately, you felt yourself go pale.

it was like getting punched in the stomach, shot in the chest, stabbed in the head, kicked in the shin. you felt like you had just been caught committing the worst crime imaginable, like YOU had said the most absurd thing a human could possibly say. that feeling, you know?

you saw jiyong point at himself, then at you, then at the practice room door.

knowing exactly what that meant, you nodded. and before you could process it, he was already walking out.

you felt pats on your back and squeezes on your shoulders—a clear farewell.

bastards. they weren’t even trying to save you from the dragon about to devour you.

"it was nice having you in the group, thank you very much." t.o.p’s deep voice declared.

"vip’s will be sad, but your departure is for the greater good." taeyang thought he was so funny—why didn’t he just open his own circus?

"just because I told you not to die, ___? do you have no survival instinct?" you had never heard such cruel words from daesung.

you shot them all a look of pure betrayal, "i’ll come back as a ghost and haunt all of you."

scanning them up and down in judgment, you clicked your tongue and made your way to the door.

for a brief second, you considered jumping out the window and running away. it could work—if only you weren’t on the fourth floor. so you scrapped that plan.

you opened the door. it even creaked, making you even more terrified, already mourning your own death. you hesitated, closing it for a moment, but then you opened it again and stepped out.

now it was too late.

why the hell did this hallway suddenly seem so dark and ominous?

you wondered that as you turned your head to the right.

there he was.

leaning against the wall about three meters away, near the company's vending machine. he didn’t even look at you, just kept his gaze lowered.

closing the door behind you, you stood in the hallway, frozen, gathering your courage. you swallowed hard and slowly walked toward him.

he still didn’t move.

you stop at the wall opposite to where he’s leaning, pressing your back against it as well. neither of you speaks, not yet.

“so… what do you want to tell me, jiyong?” you don’t even finish your sentence before he skillfully places one hand beside your body, trapping you against the wall.

“you’ve been disturbing me too much, ___. my patience is running out. seeing you irritates me, hearing your voice irritates me, your perfume—always the same—just catching a whiff of it irritates me. your laughter irritates me, knowing we’re in the same space irritates me. everything about you irritates me. everything you do irritates me.”

his deep, low voice echoes in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. you don’t say anything, just taking in his words, your face shifting through confusion, offense, shock, disbelief—all at the same time.

“i can’t take it anymore. you’re everywhere i go, like a magnet. i turn my head, and there you are. someone is always talking about you. everything is about you, you, you.”

jiyong mutters, his fingers pressing into the wall so hard they turn white. his eyes drop to the floor, teeth sinking into his lower lip. you stare at him, unsure of what to do, watching as his head tilts slightly to the side before dropping forward—until it rests on your shoulder.

you almost let out a sharp breath at the sudden contact, at the weight of his head against you, at the warmth of his breath ghosting over your neck. you swallow hard, your words completely failing you.

“i don’t know how to deal with you, ___.” his voice is quieter now, tinged with something deeper, something raw.

“i don’t know how to handle your presence. you don’t even have to enter the room, and my eyes are already on you. my chest melts when i hear you laugh, my cheeks get so hot it gives me a headache, your voice surrounds me, and i feel like i’m dreaming. everything about you makes me feel so comforted yet so flustered. i feel dizzy and lost just thinking about you.”

his lips are dangerously close to your ear now, his breath tickling your skin. your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your cheeks burning impossibly hot. and then, he says something that sends an inhuman wave of shivers through you:

“this is all your fault. you’re going to have to do something about it.”

a/n – i actually liked this story, i hope you liked it too! it made me want to become a member!reader and here I am... feel free to correct any grammar errors!

[ilovethe141]

https://www.tumblr.com/rik0shii/774931160699682816/gdragon-with-a-bubblyreader-whos-always-so?source=share

could you make T.O.P version of this fic?? cause it's so cute!!!!

Stage Partners in Crime

Pairing: T.O.P x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slow Burn

At the YG Family Concert, T.O.P surprised everyone by matching your chaotic energy, playfully copying your antics on stage. Fans quickly took notice, turning your interactions into viral edits. Later, on a variety show, Seunghyun teased that this was just the beginning.

hii tysm for requesting!! i hope you like this! reposts and comments are appreciated!

The YG Family Concert was always an unforgettable experience, bringing together some of the biggest artists in the company for a night of performances, collaborations, and spontaneous fun. Every year, fans expected iconic moments—but this time, they weren’t just focused on the performances. Instead, their attention was glued to something entirely unexpected: the chaotic energy between you and T.O.P.

You had always been known for your bubbly, energetic personality, constantly bouncing around backstage and hyping up the crowd with your endless enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Seunghyun carried a reputation for being calm and composed, exuding effortless coolness in every situation.

At least, that’s how he appeared to most people.

Those who truly knew him—his friends, his members—understood that beneath the polished, almost mysterious persona, Seunghyun could be downright ridiculous when he was around the right people. And tonight, for whatever reason, it seemed like you had unknowingly unlocked that version of him.

The first hint of mischief came early in the night.

During the opening introductions, each artist stepped forward one by one to greet the audience. You, of course, couldn’t resist making a spectacle of it. When it was your turn, you threw out your arms dramatically, taking an exaggerated bow as if you were accepting an award, your voice dripping with theatrical flair.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Y/N! The most incredible performer you will ever witness in your lifetime!”

The audience burst into laughter, but the biggest reaction came when Seunghyun—standing right next to you—wordlessly copied your pose, bowing in the exact same ridiculous fashion with an unreadable expression.

The crowd went wild.

You whipped your head toward him, eyes wide in amusement. “Seunghyun, what was that?!”

Straightening up, he adjusted his mic, completely deadpan. “I thought we were being theatrical.”

That was the moment you knew—you had found a partner in crime for the night.

At first, it seemed like that was just a one-time thing. But as the night continued, you realized Seunghyun was going to keep messing with you every chance he got.

During one of the collaborative performances, you were standing at the side of the stage, dancing along to BIGBANG’s song like the enthusiastic hype person you were. You didn’t think much of it—until, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Seunghyun had moved beside you.

And he was mirroring every single move you made.

At first, it was subtle. You threw in an exaggerated two-step—he did the exact same thing, completely straight-faced. You raised your arms dramatically—he followed suit, not even cracking a smile.

Then you decided to test him.

You spun dramatically. He spun dramatically.

You threw in a completely unnecessary body roll. He did the same—except he somehow made it look even funnier.

At this point, the cameras had caught onto your antics, and the audience was losing it. Even some of the other artists on stage were laughing mid-performance.

Then you took it too far.

You attempted a half-baked moonwalk—your feet stumbling slightly—and Seunghyun did the exact same terrible moonwalk right beside you.

That was it. The crowd exploded in laughter. You could barely breathe as you bent over, gripping Seunghyun’s arm for support. Meanwhile, he casually took a sip of water, completely unbothered, as if he hadn’t just made thousands of people cry-laugh.

“You’re the worst,” you managed between gasps of laughter.

He shrugged. “I’m just good at following choreography.”

By the next morning, the internet was in chaos.

• Clips of your synchronized ridiculousness had already gone viral, with multiple fan edits labeling you two as “Seunghyun’s secret second job: Y/N’s backup dancer.”

• Screenshots of Seunghyun copying your bow had become a meme, with captions like “When your friend is just as dramatic as you.”

• A trending hashtag started gaining traction: #YNxTOPDynamicDuo

But the teasing didn’t stop there.

A few days later, you appeared on a popular variety show, where the hosts wasted no time bringing up the concert.

“Y/N, let’s talk about your… interesting dynamic with T.O.P during YG Family,” one of them said with a smirk. “That was unexpected.”

You laughed, already knowing where this was going. “Tell me about it! I thought I was just being my usual weird self, and then suddenly, Seunghyun joined in. I had no idea he was that competitive!”

The hosts chuckled. “Do you think you bring out a different side of him?”

“I don’t know if it’s that,” you said thoughtfully, tilting your head. “But I do know that if I start something, he will always take it to another level.”

Right on cue, the screen lit up with a pre-recorded message from Seunghyun.

He was sitting in what looked like his living room, his signature blank expression in place. “I have no idea what Y/N is talking about.”

The studio erupted in laughter.

Then, after a long pause, the corners of his mouth twitched upward into a barely-there smirk.

“…They should prepare for next time. I have an entire routine planned.”

The hosts and guests lost it, and you could only shake your head, laughing.

“I have to watch my back now,” you joked.

But deep down, you already knew—this wasn’t the last time you and Seunghyun would turn a performance into a full-fledged comedy show.

[ilovethe141]

too steamy to sleep

choi seung-hyun x reader

word count: 3660

content warnings: none

summary: Interrupting your peaceful nap, Seung-hyun insists on borrowing your own and teases you further after noticing your flushed reaction.

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Across the small house, you shared with the idol Choi Seung-hyun, you could've never expected real trouble to start between the two of you. For the most part, the house managed to stay relatively quiet. Part of trying to remain low and out of the eye of the public meant the two of you would hardly run into the other. At mid-afternoon, you found yourself lounging back in your bed. With no practices or meetings asking for your attention, it finally gave you a rare opportunity to rest and curl under the warm sheets of your bed. You let your eyes flutter closed, properly getting comfortable in the sheets.

…Until, of course, your peace was interrupted with the sound of a gentle rasp of the door.

If it wasn't nearly silent in your room, you might've sworn you were hearing things. But the noise was so clear, you were sure he must've been asking for entrance.

Too tired to get up, you groaned and threw your hand over your face, calling to the door, “What is it?”

“It's stupid,” Seung-hyun responded quickly, his low voice purring clearly through the door, “My shower is broken.”

Really?

Spreading your fingers, you squint toward the still-closed door as if it would have the answer to your question. Silly. For whatever reason, his shower was broken. So he asked to use yours, which should've been entirely normal. Until the image of the steaming room and his body wrapped up in a towel appeared in your mind and you quickly attempted to swat it away.

He was your roommate! It would only be polite to allow him in, of course. It would be easy to hide under your sheets and hide if he flustered you, you reasoned with yourself.

Finally deciding, you nodded and added, “Just make it quick, will you?”

From the other side of the door, you could've sworn you heard a muffled ‘yes!’ before it pushed open, revealing the idol himself. He was luckily still dressed, a nice button-up and pants suited his figure well and made him look oh-so-fancy as he liked to make himself appear.

“I was almost worried you wouldn't let me in for a moment there,” He joked, crossing the room to the side of your bed and letting his hand hover over the handle to your bathroom for a moment, “You look like you were almost asleep. You're sure this is okay?”

Hidden underneath a warm shirt pulled over your nose to hide from the man, you nod and gesture to the door behind him, “Really, it's okay. If anything, the sound of the shower will help me sleep.”

Of course, it was empty reassurances, now that you knew he would be showering right next to you meant you'd have no choice in sleeping at all. You rolled over to face him as he finally pushed down on the handle and entered.

Through the creek in the door he left behind, you watched as he went about casually undressing himself as if he hadn't practically left the door wide open for anyone to watch him.

Your eyes widened as his belt was abandoned, quickly pressed the blankets over your eyes before you could invade the poor man's privacy further than you already had. Though- really- shouldn't it be his fault in the first place?

Still hiding, you call from the sheets, “The door, you left the door!”

There was an audible chuckle from the bathroom and after a moment of wait, the sound of the door clicking closed, “So you're the type to look in?” He called back, slightly muffled from behind the door.

Something must've gotten into him today, “No, I notice when a door is left wide open.”

Your argument was either left unheard or ignored as the sound of the water finally started and you sighed heavily, pulling the blanket down from over your face, and struggled to collect yourself. You wiped your hands over your face, willing yourself to calm down as you could feel the room start to get slightly warmer from fog creeping into the room.

He must've been the type to shower hot. More images flashed behind your eyes and you rubbed at your eyelids, cursing yourself for your overactive imagination. Forcing yourself to calm back down, you worry the threads of the blanket through your fingers.

Reminding yourself: his shower was broken, he needed yours.

That was all. Right?

Letting your mind wander, the longer time dragged on you were finally able to get those teasing images out of your mind. The rush of water was a comforting noise, and you made yourself comfortable under the sheets again. It would be much less creepy if you were asleep when your roommate finished.

Pushing at your pillow until it was comfortable, you let your eyes bring you into a state of relaxation. It was hard to let your mind completely wander, somewhere between awake and dreaming as the man showered just feet away from you. Just Choi Seung-hyun, T.O.P, using the bathroom for its intended purpose.

Just as sleep finally began to cusp, that fluttering feeling of just nearly falling woke you– along with the sound of the door beside you pushing open yet again.

Peaking through lidded eyelids, Seung-hyun appeared in front of you yet again. Hit by a blast of hot hair and rising stream, you squinted through the temperature assault toward the man who entered. You weren't sure what to expect when he pushed the door open, but the sight of his bare chest still damp with water droplets and bare legs, only covered by a plush blanket hung nearly too low on his hips. Flushing, you were grateful for the blanket separating the two of you.

Seung-hyun tilted his head toward you and clicked his tongue with a sigh, “I thought you were asleep.

“I nearly was, before you woke me,” You argue, a pout forming on your lips to cover your embarrassment, “You should get dressed before opening the door.”

The idol scoffed at that, holding up a hand to his chest in mock offense. He held up his hand, letting go of the towel that thankfully stayed in its spot. He grabbed his shirt, pulling it over himself. The fabric stuck to him, his skin still damp. The towel must've been only for show, and you questioned for a moment just how much of the truth he had been telling you. He often enjoyed making you blush and fluttering you, relishing in your reaction afterward.

Steam still rolled off of him, and somehow the image of him with the shirt stuck to him might've been worse than his toned stomach. You pull the blanket over your eyes for a moment, “I swear, you're doing this on purpose!”

“Ah, so you're looking?” His low voice purred with laughter beyond the fabric you can hear Seung-hyun laugh along with the rustle of fabric as he re-dressed himself, “I knew you were acting suspicious. Like a dog with a pair of chewed-up remot.”

Your face burned behind your sheets, “I did not look!”

“So defensive,” Seung-hyun chuckled.

After a pause, you could feel the fabric being tugged from your fingers and folded down in front of your face. Finally dressed, Seung-hyun met your gaze with a mischievous glint. The steam had finally ceased.

“It's only natural to see a little skin from time to time, you do live with me after all,” He spoke softly, reaching out and tugging a little further so he could see your flushed face.

You almost want to kick out from the sheets, offended as you finally sit up from your spot, “I don't want to see you that way.”

“You don't?” He feigned curiosity as he held out his now-damp and cold towel, “I think you already have, though.”

He's as smug as always was, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. The way he shifted his weight just right exaggerated his point further. Your face burned in response. You let out a frustrated grumble and snatch his used towel before promptly throwing it right back into his chest. He lets out a dramatic noise of mock pain, as if the towel’s assault had mortally wounded him. His hand shot up to catch the towel and hold it against his heart, staggering back until his shoulder hit your bedroom wall. In one slow and deliberate motion, he let himself slide down the wall, his wet hair falling over his face as he let his head loll forward.

The silence lingered for a beat as his mouth hung open. With his jaw drop also came along the descent of the towel, fulfilling his play-death. His breath is loud and sputtered, letting go of his last breath.

“Oh, for the love of…” You fully stood from the bed, shaking your head as you took the bundled towel from his ‘lifeless’ hands.

Eyeing him, you can spot his pupils moving from underneath his eyelids. As if he was somehow watching you from behind, or perhaps watching from a tight squint. You roll your eyes in response and pull away. Just as you went to toss it, Seung-hyun suddenly sputtered to ‘life’ and gasped dramatically, as if he’d been revived.

“Wait!” he blinked rapidly and his expression stretched wild with amusement as he glanced from you to the towel, “It's so easy to get a reaction out of you.”

Tired of his teasing, you manage a weak glare as you offer a hand out to help him stand, “You're impossible.”

He perked up at your offer, his warm hand grasping around yours, and braced himself against the wall. His hands are soft around yours and warm with the sensation of heat lingering from his shower. Just as he began to stand, smirked and let go. His balance wavers, although he hadn't been fully using your hand to help him up, the sudden loss of contact has him genuinely stumbling. His back hit the wall, much less graceful this time around. His mouth gapes at you in a show of playful betrayal.

“Oh, is this payback?” He questioned, finally standing fully and pouted down toward you.

You nod, pointing toward your door with a defiant, playful stomp, “That's right. You've used my shower, aren't you done here?”

Seung-hyun raised his hands to the sides of his eyes, maiming crying as he finally stepped out of your room. It left you in the wake of the image of his wet well-toned chest and his persistent teasing. If you didn't know any better– which you did– you could swear he'd done it on purpose. You step quickly across your room and fetch his used towel, tossing it toward him before he's fully gone.

“Don't pretend you didn't peek,” He argued back as he turned, picking up his- your towel from the ground and smiling at you.

You grab onto your door, “I'm taking a nap now, goodbye.”

Without any real malice or fight, you close the door as you willed your breath calm. He was just teasing, was all. You glanced toward your bed behind you, unsure if you could even rest again after the mental torment he made you suffer through. Regardless, you allowed yourself to forget it and sit in the bed. You grabbed your phone to check the time, confirming you still had time to rest. No texts, you could finally nap worry-free.

You pulled the blankets over yourself and flopped awkwardly onto the bed. The heat of it all was still heavy on your mind, you could still feel pink tease over the tips of your ears. Just as you began to rest, footsteps began in the hallway once again. Louder, coming closer to your door.

No, he wasn't–

With a low knock, Seung-hyun was right back as if he never left, his hair still tossed and slightly damp. His hair strands stuck out in odd directions from a lack of styling. Despite how silly he looked, he rocked the look so easily. It couldn't have been more than a minute he'd been gone. This was quickly becoming ridiculous.

“I forgot something,” He excused himself as if he hadn't just intruded into your room unannounced and stepped past your bed to your bathroom yet again, the condensation from the heat still on the mirror.

You sigh, lazily opening an eye and you watch him move around, “What now?”

“I forgot my dirty clothes,” Seung-hyun explained as he stepped again into your vision, his explanation confirmed with the clothes he'd been wearing earlier, “It's like I wasn't even here, right?’

“Seung-hyun, seriously…” You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face as you push your head further into your plush pillow.

Sitting up to argue with him was too much work with sleep tugging at the corners of your mind. You would only ignore how up-close you couldn't miss how his shirt stuck to his skin. It did nothing to hide his muscles underneath, and you still weren't sure if it was worse when he was completely shirtless. You averted your gaze, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would be enough to make him disappear.

“I didn't mean to interrupt your nap,” He said, and even so he still made no move to leave, “You're still awake though, aren't you? I thought I might keep you company.”

Your fingers tighten around your blanket as you slowly open your eyes yet again. A flush crawled its way over your face. Behind your blanket, you hoped it was enough to hide from his scrutinizing eye. You willed it to fade away as undeniable as it was. It wasn't enough.

He casually leaned against your wall, tilting his head and savoring the moment, “You know, it's cute when you get flustered like that.”

Defensive, you quickly sputter in response, “I'm not flustered.”

The smirk curling at his lips told you all you needed to know: he didn't believe you for a second. Emboldened, Seung-hyun tugged at your blanket once again and pulled it down beneath your chin. His eyes lit up at the sight of your flushed face. His close gaze only made it worse, and you knew it must've spread to your cheeks. His smile turned into a smirk at your misfortune.

“But now, you look like a tomato,” He pointed out, leaning in from the edge of the bed.

He's getting closer to you, so much that you had to look away from him. The scent of his shampoo stuck to his hair mixed in with the trace of his signature cologne. Even without your gaze pointed at him, he was impossible to ignore. It wouldn't be enough to shield you from his attention.

“I'm trying to sleep,” You mumbled, your voice quieter than you intended.

Of course, the man in front of you just seemed to revel in it, “You're sure that's all?” He teased, “If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me, and you peeked on purpose.”

Your body is tense, and he’s still so close. His voice has deepened slightly, a purr curling at the edges of his words. He knew how he sounded and he was using that very thing against you, torturing you every moment he could manage it. It was enough to make your pulse skip in your chest, tensing up at his accusation.

“I-” You argue, though your words caught in your throat and faltered under the weight of his gaze, “What are you saying?”

“Silly. I'm trying to fluster you. I noticed how you're always looking at me, so I figured I'd show off a little,” He explained, inching just a little closer, “Unless I've read this wrong?”

His confidence was infuriating. He knew from the beginning that all of this would fluster you and caught onto your blatant interest in him and found a way to hold it against you, the sadist he appeared to be. It shouldn't have been shocking.

You pouted and your brows furrowed as you trained to regain some control over the situation, “Tell me if you're serious. Is this all to embarass me, or do you… do you-”

“Like you back?” Seung-hyun cut you off, slicing the tension of the conversation like a blade.

His tone remained unreadable now, something almost deathly serious., speaking the words that were hard to admit too easily, “This isn't the proper way to admit such a thing. Hovering your bed while you try to nap?”

You squinted at him, skeptical. He was too careful with the way he chose his words, beating around the bush and sidestepping a proper answer. He was still toying with you, even now. He enjoyed watching you squirm. You grit your teeth and sucked in a sharp breath. You willed away the irritation bubbling to the surface of your mind.

Two could play at this teasing game he’d started. You decided to challenge him and pushed in closer. It forced him to either back away, or accept the new closer proximity. He still hadn't moved. The heat between you was palpable and his dark eyes flickered with something unreadable. You squint at him, pressing closer to him and tilting your head. It's only a breath away from a kiss. You reach out and grab onto his damp collar, sending a mean gaze his way.

Instinctively, your hand raises from the blankets, abandoning your shield and grabbing onto the fabric of his collar. It was a dare for him to move first, and he only responded with a quirk of a brow and that growing smirk of his.

“Say it clearly, what you mean,” You insisted, your voice remained firm despite the pounding of your heart in your chest.

“Yes, I like you,” He admitted with a grin, pulling away from your hold.

Just like that, the tension built up between the two of you dissipated. Before you can fully react he had already slipped through your fingers and left behind the ghost of his warmth that had just been there. You blinked, momentarily stunned as he reached for the door. His confession laid out plain to you as he grabbed onto the handle of your door. You sit up to argue with him, anything to make him face you rather than admitting his feelings and running away from the scene like a kid on the playground.

Tugging on the handle, he tilted his head at you, “You should know how happy you make me. Every day, I look forward to seeing you– so yes, I lied about the shower,” He admitted easily, brushing a nervous hand through his hair, “Let's continue this conversation later, before you're tired.”

“You like me back, you really mean it?” You demand, sitting up from your spot on the bed and standing.

This moment felt too fleeting, too fragile. Worry flooded you he might slip away if you didn't move to act, now. The sheets pooled around you as you pushed yourself to your feed. You cross your room with quick determined steps, meeting him at the doorway before he could make his escape. You've caught him for now, even if he could press on the handle and easily escape. He willingly allowed himself to be trapped between you and the doorway instead. In a shift of his shoulder, he was suddenly closer to you all again.

“I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it,” He assured you, his voice low and steady.

It carried none of the teasing from before, and he lifted a hand to gently tap the tip of your nose with his finger, “You realize you're starting this confrontation in your pajamas?”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Your oversized sleep shirt draped over you more like a dress, bunched up awkwardly around your sides. Your shirts were nearly hidden beneath the hem of your short. It was hardly the outfit for demanding things out of him. Heat crept up the sides of your neck and up to your cheeks, but you refused to let it shake you.

With a small huff you grabbed his wrist, not tightly or forcefully. Only just to be sure you would stop him from running off again. He'd gotten away one too many times, so you'd force him still for one moment longer. Even if he could easily break your grasp, he allowed it with an amused smile.

“You started all of this,” You pointed out and pressed back against his finger, “Now, you should conclude this properly.”

His eyes flickered with amusement for a moment as he hummed as if he was considering it for a long moment, glancing between you and the rest of your small room. Finally he decided to oblige you, he turned his hand to grab onto your wrist instead. He didn’t drop your gaze for a moment as he lifted your hand to his lips. Deliberately slow, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. Just as quickly as it had started his touch was gone yet again. A kiss usually meant for royalty.

“There you are. Now, go to sleep,” He teased with no room for an argument, slipping out before you could speak back.

He left no room for argument. The realization of it all teased your stomach. Even better after all of this he liked you back. You found sleep somehow easier even with the anticipation of the future on your mind with the reassurance of his returned affections. You nod a bit sheepishly, a warm feeling bloomed in your chest with the reassurances the two of you would have something real. Letting go of him, you return to the side of the bed.

Seung-hyun left you to rest and you curled yourself beneath the sheets one final time before you could finally nap. Somehow even as you drifted to sleep, you knew it was only the beginning.

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Tramp stamps

CHOI SU-BONG // THANOS x F!READER

warnings : poorly written smut, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, not proofread, crack, not much plot

sum : ever since thanos got his back tattooed you were thinking of getting a tattoo yourself. that’s when you found tramp stamps.

w/c : 1.2k

a/n : my first oneshot or fic or wtv 🥲 my vocabulary isn’t the best so bare with me 🥹 this is also the first time I have ever written smut 😕🙏

ever since thanos got his back tattooed you were thinking of getting a tattoo on yourself too. you wanted to surprise thanos though.

you were scrolling through pinterest, looking through a bunch of tattoos not really settling on one before you see one on a woman’s lower back. it was hot as fuck. it was called a cyber sigilism tramp stamp. you didn’t know if sigilism was a word but god damn the tattoo was so fucking sexy. the tattoo (pinterest needed)

you knew if thanos even glanced at your lower back with that type of tattoo, he would go insane.

you immediately book a tattoo session somewhere near you for tomorrow. you couldn’t even sleep that night while you and thanos’ were sleeping together because you we so damn excited.

at about 2pm, you drove to the tattoo place you booked the session at. you left the car skipping along the way. you know what this’ll do to him.

you walked into the tattoo shop and told them the name you put for your booking and the receptionist nodded, leading you to a chair. since your tattoo was going on your back, you had to put your face in a hole in the chair.

before you did so, you show your tattoo at the tramp stamp you want specifically and he nods before you settle down on the chair.

it took about 1 hour to get inked and once he said it was done you jumped off the chair. “can you take a photo of it and show me?”

the tattooist nodded and took his phone out before he takes a photo of it and shows it to you.

you squeal and hug him. “thank you so much!” hopefully thanos doesn’t find out that you hugged another man. you bow before leaving.

you sat in your car, gripping the wheel as you just thought about thanos’ reaction vividly in your head, tapping your fingers on the wheel.

you giggle to yourself like a high school girl before turning the car on and driving off.

when you got home, he wasn’t there since he was having a session with his producer, nam gyu. you then came up with an idea to surprise him with.

you walked to your shared bedroom and pulled your black lingerie out. that pair of lingerie was his favorite. he would always fuck you with it on, leaving your panties bottom laying on the right asscheek as he pounded you doggystyle.

sometimes he hated doggystyle because he wanted to see your pretty face but it felt so good.

you stripped your clothes off and slips the black pair of lingerie on. you looked at yourself in the full body mirror and saw how the tattoo looked with the lingerie on. (you also had his name tatted in korean on top of it.)

thanos’ was currently having a session with his producer, nam gyu, and you were bored out of your mind.

you then lay on your stomach on the bed and pull your phone out, going to messages and tapping on thanos’ contact.

you didn’t even notice you were kicking your feet as he called you pretty mama. you loved that nickname.

after that, you were just scrolling on social media, waiting for him for another two hours.

two hours later…

after longing for his warmth, you hear the door unlocking and opening before you hear a familiar voice. “pretty mama, im home!”

you don’t respond and put your phone on the nightstand, lying on your stomach with a pillow under your chin.

you hear thanos’ stop before he calls out to you again. “mama? is this about your surprise?” he checked in a few rooms before you hear his footsteps coming to your room.

he opens it.

“mama—“ he stops as he takes in the sight. you, laying on your stomach, in his favorite lingerie and with a tramp stamp??

“baby—is this the surprise?” he walked closer to you. “yeah.” you look back at him.

“is that… a tramp stamp, baby?” he climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. “what else, baby?” he hummed. “even my name. fuuuuck.” he groaned, tracing the tattoo amusingly.

smut below (^‿^✿)

“this all f’me…” he pulled away before pulling his jorts down and leaving his black boxers on. you looked back to see his length pressing tightly against his underwear.

you bite your bottom lip, rubbing your ass against the clothed and hard length hiding in his pants. thanos moans, rolling his hips with your rhythm.

“god—fuckin’—dammit, mama…” he stops your grinding and slips his boxers off, his dick slapping against his abdomen, standing tall.

he pulls down your black panties and begins rubbing against your aching pussy.

you moan in the pillow before mumbling, “su-bong—put it in…” thanos laughed lowly before reaching for his phone and going onto camera to record this.

“beg, baby.” thanos hums.

you whimper and mewl at the cold air hitting your wet vagina. “pleasepleaseplease, su-bong… stuff your dick in me raw. no condom, hngh—please… im on the pill..” you could already tell thanos had a grin on his stupid face.

he slowly pushes his tip inside steadily making you mewl out, biting onto the pillow in your arms. thanos couldnt wait so he pushed his whole cock inside of you, making you gasp and grip on his hips behind you.

“s-su-bong! —kyah!” you yelp as he brings your ass up and pounds into you relentlessly. he holds your hip in one and hand records you in the other.

“good girl—good fucking girl!” he growled, fucking you faster then wally west. your eyes were tearing up as he didn’t slow down anytime soon.

his stamina was off the charts, and the pills just made it increase. you felt like you were getting split in half just by his dick.

thanos was just staring at the tramp stamp the whole time, drooling on your back like a dog.

“so—tight, ma!…”

plap, plap, plap was the only thing that you could hear apart from moans and groans.

“‘m gonna use this shit for my music video… maybe even use your moans and shit for my songs.” he rubbed your tramp stamp as he kept thrusting uncontrollably.

your whimpers and moans only drive him to go harder.

he stops recording and throws his phone to the side before fully leaning on you and fucking you over again but ten times harder.

“definitely gonna jerk it to that video later…” he uttered out, holding your hips tightly, slowly reaching his climax.

“ma… c—can I cum in you…” before you could answer, he cuts you off. “actually… nah-nah… i’ma cum in you… you’re on the pill..” you squeal as he grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you down with his rhythm. you hear him groan behind you.

in one last thrust, you feel ropes of cum spill inside of you, filling your tummy fully. thanos collapses on you, staying on top of you for a few minutes before he pulls out and watches as his cum oozes out of your twitching cunt. he pushes it back in with his index finger.

“keep it in there… real good.” he bites his bottom lip as he notices it not oozing out anymore and showing that it’s fully inside of you.

“that music video is going to be a hit, baby.”

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⊹ Unfinished⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader ⊹ Warnings: angst, heartbreak, pregnancy, abandonment, emotional turmoil, implied past intimacy ⊹ Summary: she had loved Choi Seung-Hyun, but love alone wasn’t enough to keep them together. After years of silence, fate finally brings them face-to-face again—forcing them to confront everything they lost ⊹ Authors note: As you can guess, I was a little sad, but I hope you'll like it 🤍 And there's gonna be a sequel... Sorry, if "pregnant" themes is not for you :( ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹

You remember the first time you met him—Choi Seung-Hyun. It was the year of Big Bang's debut, and you were nothing more than a shadow in the background, the assistant to their manager, running errands, taking notes, and making sure things ran smoothly.

Seung-Hyun wasn’t the friendliest at first, quiet and reserved, always lost in his thoughts. You’d catch him scribbling lyrics in his notebook, earbuds in, blocking out the world. But things changed when you were forced to spend time together—during rehearsals, backstage, in late-night meetings over lukewarm takeout. It started with small pranks, harmless jokes, and before you knew it, a strange camaraderie formed between you.

The first tour was exhausting. Sleepless nights, relentless schedules, and the overwhelming pressure of success looming over everyone’s heads. But in the chaos, you and Seung-Hyun found solace in each other.

It was the little things—sharing a cigarette on the hotel balcony when everyone else was asleep, sneaking away from the crew to grab late-night dinners at quiet restaurants, whispering about everything and nothing in dimly lit hallways.

“You ever think about running away?” he had asked one night, staring out at the city skyline.

You had laughed, nudging his shoulder. “Where would you even go? You’re Choi Seung-Hyun. You’d be recognized the second you stepped off a plane.”

“I dunno. Maybe some place where no one knows me. No expectations. Just… peace.”

You had understood. Better than anyone else.

And then, one night, it happened. You were in his hotel room, sitting on the edge of his bed, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. The room was dimly lit, a warm glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the cream-colored walls. The window was slightly open, letting in the distant hum of the city below. His notebook lay forgotten on the desk, pages filled with half-written lyrics, and a half-empty bottle of soju sat between the two of you.

“You know,” he murmured, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger, “you’re the only one I can really talk to.”

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. “You talk to the guys all the time.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s different with them. With you… I don’t have to pretend.”

The weight of his words settled between you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized just how much he meant it.

A silence stretched, not uncomfortable, but heavy with something unspoken. He was watching you now, his dark eyes searching, as if looking for something—permission, maybe.

When he leaned in, it was hesitant. His lips brushed against yours lightly, a whisper of a touch, as if he was afraid you’d pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the distance, deepening the kiss, your fingers instinctively reaching for him. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

It was slow, unhurried, as if you both wanted to memorize the moment. The taste of soju lingered on his lips, mingling with the faint scent of his cologne. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, exhaling softly.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted.

You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Me too.”

And just like that, something shifted between you. Something irreversible.

As Big Bang rose to fame, so did your relationship. It wasn’t official, not to the public at least, but everyone in the inner circle knew. Ji-Yong would tease him about how soft he got around you, Young-Bae would shoot you knowing smiles, and Daesung and Seungri would roll their eyes at the way Seung-Hyun always found an excuse to be around you.

“You’re disgusting,” Ji-Yong had joked once, watching as Seung-Hyun draped his jacket over your shoulders during a particularly cold night. “Since when are you this romantic?”

“Shut up,” Seung-Hyun had muttered, but you had seen the small smile playing on his lips.

There were nights when he would pull you into his studio after a long day, dimming the lights as soft music played in the background. He would lean in close, murmuring ideas for songs, but eventually, those conversations turned into stolen kisses, the space between you disappearing until he had you pressed against the console, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered how much he missed you, even when you had just been apart for hours.

Other nights, you both would sneak into a small neighborhood theater, disguises barely doing much to hide your identities. You would order a large popcorn, sitting in the dark with his arm draped over your shoulder as you both whispered jokes about the film, your fingers intertwined beneath the blanket you had stolen from the backseat of his car.

“I like this,” he murmured one night, squeezing your hand gently.

“The movie?” you teased, tilting your head up to look at him.

“No. This. Just… us. Like this.”

And in those moments, it felt like the world beyond the dim glow of the theater screen didn’t exist. It was just you and him, a normal couple stealing moments of happiness amid the chaos of fame.

Things were good. More than good. You loved him, and he loved you in the quiet way he knew how—by bringing you your favorite coffee when you were too busy to get one yourself, by squeezing your hand before he went on stage, by whispering ‘I miss you’ even when you were right there next to him.

But love isn’t always enough.

It started with the betrayal of a band member. The details were messy, the air thick with unspoken accusations and broken trust. Seung-Hyun didn’t talk about it, not really, but you could see the way it ate at him—the way his laughter became rare, the way he withdrew even from you. He avoided conversations about it, brushing off your concern with tired eyes and forced smiles.

And then came the scandal.

Headlines flooded the news. Choi Seung-Hyun involved in marijuana scandal. You had been one of the first people to hear about it, but not from him—from the media, from the whispers behind closed doors. Your heart pounded as you stared at the screen, your breath catching as the accusations flashed before your eyes.

You found him in his apartment, the place dark and filled with smoke, the air thick with unspoken words. He looked up when you walked in, his expression blank, defeated.

“Tell me it’s not true,” you pleaded, your voice shaking.

He didn’t answer right away, rubbing his hands over his face. “I can’t,” he whispered.

It wasn’t just the drugs. It was the rumors, the whispers of Han Seo-Hee, of nights you hadn’t been a part of. Your chest ached with betrayal as doubt poisoned your mind.

“Did you… was there someone else?”

Silence.

That silence was your answer.

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of anger, heartbreak, and sheer disbelief. “After everything?” Your voice broke as you took a shaky breath, fists clenching at your sides. “You shut me out, made me feel like I was the crazy one for suspecting something—and now I find out like this?”

He swallowed hard, but still, no response.

You let out a bitter laugh, wiping at your tears. “You could have at least had the decency to tell me the truth.”

He looked away, ashamed. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, congratulations,” you whispered, voice trembling. “You did anyway.”

And then he was gone.

At first, it was subtle. A missed call here, a text left unanswered there. You told yourself he was just busy, that things were getting overwhelming for him. But soon, the missed calls turned into ignored ones. The texts went from being left on read to never being read at all.

You tried to be patient, but the silence grew unbearable. One night, after hours of staring at your phone, you called Ji-Yong instead.

“Have you talked to him?” you asked, your voice already filled with defeat.

Ji-Yong sighed on the other end. “He’s shutting everyone out, not just you.”

“But why?” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. “What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything,” Ji-Yong reassured you. “This is all him.”

That didn’t make it hurt any less.

You texted Young-Bae next. Please, tell me he’s okay. Just tell me something.

Young-Bae took hours to respond. When he did, it was short. I don’t know anymore.

It was a cycle of reaching out and being met with silence. You knew where he was, but he wasn’t answering the door. You saw him on social media, but he never responded to anything you sent. The person who had once whispered secrets to you in the dark now acted as if you didn’t exist.

And then, it wasn’t just you. One by one, he shut everyone out. Ji-Yong. Young-Bae. Daesung. The group that had always been his family, his safe space, suddenly found themselves on the outside, looking in.

One night, desperate for answers, you went to his apartment. You knocked until your knuckles ached, until your voice was hoarse from calling his name.

Nothing.

You sent him a message. Please, just tell me why you’re doing this. I deserve that much.

Read at 2:17 AM.

No response.

You stared at the screen for what felt like hours, your heart pounding in your chest, a lump lodged in your throat. He saw it. He saw you reaching out. And he still chose silence.

You sank onto the cold floor outside his door, wrapping your arms around yourself as the weight of everything settled in. The man who had once held you so tightly, who had whispered promises against your skin, was now a ghost.

And you had no idea why.

Months passed, and you tried to pick up the broken pieces of your life. You threw yourself into work, into distractions, into anything that would keep your mind off him. But the sleepless nights, the hollow feeling in your chest, and the unanswered questions lingered.

It wasn’t until a routine doctor’s visit that everything changed.

You had gone in just to check your health, exhaustion and stress weighing heavily on you. But when the doctor returned with your results, everything stopped.

“You’re pregnant.”

The words didn’t register at first. You stared at the doctor, blinking in disbelief. “That… that can’t be right.”

But the proof was there—clear as day. And suddenly, the weight of the past months came crashing down on you.

You left the clinic in a daze, walking aimlessly through the city, the bustling streets around you nothing more than a blur. Your fingers trembled as you dialed his number.

Voicemail.

You tried again. And again. Each call met with silence, your messages never returned. He was gone, yet a part of him was growing inside you.

You sat in Young-Bae’s family house, cradled in Hyo-Rin’s arms, sobbing as reality sank in. “He deserves to know,” you whispered, pulling out your phone, your fingers shaking as you dialed his number one last time.

Voicemail. Again.

Hyo-Rin wiped your tears, her voice gentle but firm. “You’re not alone in this, okay? We’re here. You have us.”

A few weeks later, you found out you were having a boy. Hyo-Rin had gone with you to the appointment, squeezing your hand as the doctor smiled. “It’s a boy.”

Hyo-Rin grinned. “A little performer in the making, just like his Appa.”

The joke stung, and she immediately bit her lip, apologizing. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, squeezing your hand. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” you said, blinking away the tears. “I just wish he was here.”

Through every ultrasound, every craving, every sleepless night, it was Hyo-Rin and Young-Bae who helped you. They took you shopping for a crib, debated over which baby essentials were necessary, and reassured you on the nights when the loneliness felt overwhelming.

Ji-Yong even surprised you with the baby’s first pair of Chanel sneakers. “Every VIP deserves good fashion,” he had joked, his signature grin easing some of your worries.

You named him Haejin—because Seung-Hyun had always loved the sunset, always wished for a better tomorrow.

The first time you held your son in your arms, tears spilled down your cheeks. “I wish your Appa could see you,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Your friends surrounded you, taking turns holding him, their smiles filled with love and warmth. Ji-Yong visited between tours, Young-Bae came by with gifts, and Daesung always made Haejin laugh. They became your family—his family.

Seoul had always been crowded, but that day, the world felt smaller.

You were holding Haejin’s tiny hand, balancing a coffee in one hand and his favorite ice cream in the other. The café was warm, filled with the soft hum of conversation, the scent of roasted coffee beans blending with sweet vanilla.

And then, you saw him.

Choi Seung-Hyun.

Standing just a few feet away, his posture frozen as his gaze locked onto yours.

He looked different. Older. Tired. His eyes, the ones that once held laughter and mischief, now carried something else—something unreadable. His breath hitched as he took a slow step forward, his eyes drifting down to the small boy by your side.

Haejin.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your grip on the coffee cup tightening. Three years. Three years of silence. Three years of raising your son without him. And now, he was standing in front of you as if the universe had finally decided you deserved answers.

Haejin, oblivious to the tension, tugged at your sleeve. “Eomma?”

Seung-Hyun flinched slightly at the word, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

You weren’t sure what to feel. Anger. Sadness. Relief. A thousand emotions clashed inside you as you met his eyes, daring him to say something.

But what could he possibly say after all this time?

The air between you felt heavy, unspoken words hanging like storm clouds. And for the first time in years, you saw the man who had once been your everything, standing in front of you like a ghost from a life you had forced yourself to leave behind.

And now, the past had caught up with you.

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