noharaaa

[noharaaa]

Ghost saebyeok spying from heaven 👻

[noharaaa]

You tagged me like I was supposed to be ready for this… I was NOT ready 🤣

𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘚𝘶-𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘊𝘴

As requested, here is Subong vs. Thanos 🙂‍↔️ These are so fun to make lol

Warnings: Smut, MDNI 18+, lil bit of bondage, pill poppin purple boy

Choi Su-Bong

⊱ Subong, who has never given a fuck about a girl or her interests, wanted to know every single detail about you because he just found you so fascinating.

⊱ Subong, who wanted to make an actual effort to keep you in his life, learned to cook, just to impress you. He even learned a few Italian words just to use when he served you his famous fettucine alfredo that was mid at best but you loved the effort.

⊱ Subong, who became an avid gift giver. If he wasn't in debt before, he certainly was now. Every time he saw something that reminded him of you, he'd get it. Any time he passed a shop displaying a gorgeous dress, he had to buy it. He just loved spoiling you.

⊱ Subong, who had never given a fuck about the state of his apartment, had suddenly become embarrassed the first time he invited you over. His mom was almost ecstatic to get his call as he stood in the aisle of the grocery store, asking her what he needed to deep clean his house.

⊱ Subong, who once he read your "I'm on my way home" text, immediately sprang into action, drawing you a bath, adding your favorite bubbles, and pouring you a glass of wine to enjoy so you could unwind after work.

⊱ Subong, who sat next to the bathtub, rubbing your feet as you bitched about your stupid coworkers.

⊱ Subong, who told you to relax as he laid you down on your bed, trailing kisses down your skin and savoring your taste.

⊱ Subong, who took his time getting to know every inch of your body because he just loved the way you melted under his touch.

⊱ Subong, who made a playlist for everything, including having sex with you specifically. You loved the way his tongue moved to the rhythm of the music against your body.

⊱ Subong, who took his time. Making sure every inch of you was cherished before he even thought about his own needs.

⊱ Subong, who moves slowly, but with passion as he makes love to you.

⊱ Subong, who always keeps a hand on your cheek, his forehead pressed against yours, as he moved in and out of you because it kept him grounded, reminded him that this was real. That you were really here, his only treasure.

⊱ Subong, who was sure to pull atleast three orgasms from you so that you could sleep easily, cleaned you up as you laid still before presenting you with a fresh pair of silk pajamas, because his girl deserved it.

Thanos

✞ Thanos, who watched you through blown out pupils and hooded eyes.

✞ Thanos, who kept his hand on your ass whenever the two of you were in public (in private too, let's be real), to make it known you belonged to him.

✞ Thanos, who wore sunglasses as he sat in the club, holding your hips tightly as you grinded on his lap. Other girls would shoot their shot but he just dragged you on his lap, his hands groping your tits as he made it known he didn't want another bitch on him.

✞ Thanos, who popped pills with his friends and laughed loudly, making himself the center of attention. Tucking you under his arm because he didn't want eyes on you. Not because he was jealous, but because you were his and his alone. He didn't want others gawking at you.

✞ Thanos, who made out with you in the back of the car as you were driven home for the night. His hands reaching up your skirt, moaning into your kisses loudly, surely making it awkward for the driver.

✞ Thanos, who loved seeing his ringed fingers wrapped around your tiny throat.

✞ Thanos, who throws you on the bed and demands you strip.

✞ Thanos, who pops another pill as he watches you do whatever he asks.

✞ Thanos, who loved nights like this, mostly because you loved it too, groveling on your knees as you begged to please him.

✞ Thanos, who loved the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around his aching cock.

✞ Thanos, who loved cumming on your face and tits, cuz you just looked so damn sexy covered in him.

✞ Thanos, who didn't let you clean up because he was far from done.

✞ Thanos, who grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to stand before he bent you over the bed (or the nearest surface) to examine how much that pretty pussy was oozing for him.

✞ Thanos, who had since moved on from handcuffs, loved using rope and wire to tie you up in whatever position he chose. Whatever position he could could nail you the deepest in.

✞ Thanos, who gave you no warning before he stuffed his cock deep inside you, barely giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

✞ Thanos, who was quick to set a brutal pace, biting into your shoulder as he humped you like a dog.

✞ Thanos, who wasn't overly concerned about getting you off, he needed this more, and you loved when he used you like a toy.

✞ Thanos, who wrestled with the thought of where he should cum. Inside of you? On your ass? Stomach? He just loved the way you looked cover in his cum.

✞ Thanos, who ultimately always opted to finish on your body, rubbing his cum into your skin like his own personal brand of lotion.

✞ Thanos, who left you tied up and covered in cum as he laid beside you and lit a cigarette.

✞ Thanos, who took long drags of his cigarette as he stared at your silent, pleading eyes. If you were good, and didn't bother him, he'd allow you to shower once he was finished.

✞ Thanos, who decided if you didn't stay silent like a good girl, would have to punish you all over again.

✞ Thanos, who if he was feeling nice, would untie you and carry you to the shower, where you could clean both yourself and him up for the night.

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[noharaaa]

A draft, you say? It looks too good 🤭

SNEAK PEAK

A/N: Okay so this is a ROUGH DRAFT of the first little part of the series I'm working on. I will be editing and there will be more. I might possibly delete this too lol but I decided to give ya'll a lil treat on this Sunday night since we have to get back to real life tomorrow. Enjoy ;)

Warnings/Disclaimer: This story involves heavy angst and smut. As always, I am in no way shape or form trying to convey that this is how Seunghyun or Jiyong are in real life. I'm simply using them as characters in this story. First draft, unedited.

You couldn���t remember exactly when this all started—only that it had been a collision waiting to happen. One drunken night, a heated argument with Jiyong had turned into something neither of you could take back. You still recalled the fire in his eyes, the way his fingers had wrapped around your throat before slamming you against the wall. His lips had crashed against yours, all fury and desperation, his hands roaming your body like he needed to claim every inch of you. Your legs had locked around his waist, his name spilling from your lips between breathless moans as he fucked you against the cold surface. He had buried his face in your tits, groaning with every ragged thrust, his anger bleeding into something darker, something insatiable.

And that’s how it had been for the last six months—rage, resentment, and raw, reckless lust. The fights never stopped, but neither did the sex. The bruises on your skin from his grip always faded just in time for new ones to take their place. It was a secret, one that weighed heavy on your conscience. You hated Jiyong, and he hated you. That was the rule. It was just meaningless, hate-filled sex.

But then, everything changed.

Choi Seunghyun was the opposite of Jiyong in every way. Where Jiyong was sharp edges and biting words, Seunghyun was warmth and patience. He greeted you every morning with a soft smile, a cup of coffee waiting in his hand just for you. He asked about your day, listened intently when you spoke, made you feel seen in a way you hadn't in so long. You found yourself looking forward to those moments, the easy conversations, the way he treated you like you were worth something more than just fleeting pleasure.

And then came Valentine's Day.

Seunghyun stood before you, a bouquet of roses in one hand, a cliché heart-shaped box of chocolates in the other. His expression was shy, almost uncertain as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“There’s, uhm… this new restaurant that just opened up,” he said, his voice hesitant. “I thought maybe we could try it? Together?”

Your heart clenched, your breath catching in your throat.

You knew he liked you. You had felt it in the way he looked at you, in the way he lingered just a little longer whenever he spoke to you. But you never thought he’d actually do something about it. Not when you practically worked for him. 

You stared at the flowers, your mind racing for a response. From the corner of the room, Jiyong sat frozen, his normally unreadable expression cracked wide open. His lips parted slightly, his eyes dark, unblinking as he watched the moment unfold.

You liked Seunghyun. A lot.

But you had been hate-fucking his best friend for months.

“I-uhm…”

Seunghyun’s face faltered for a second before he quickly masked it with a polite smile. “You don’t have to. I mean, you probably already have plans. Just—just forget I asked. Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

He turned to walk away, the blush on his cheeks deepening, but something in you refused to let him leave.

“Wait!” The word slipped out before you could stop it. You barely recognized the sound of your own voice. “I-I’d love to actually…”

Seunghyun’s expression lit up like the sun breaking through storm clouds. “Really? Great! I’ll pick you up at eight?”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you smiled—genuine, unforced. “Sounds great.”

Seunghyun walked away with a barely concealed skip in his step, leaving you standing there, the scent of roses still fresh in the air.

And then the moment shattered.

Jiyong scoffed, the sound slicing through the silence like a blade. You had almost forgotten he was there. Almost.

He sauntered toward you, plucking a single rose from the bouquet and twirling it between his fingers. His lips curled into something cruel, something wounded. “You’re really gonna go out with my best friend? After spending the last six months screaming my name?”

“Shut up, Jiyong,” you snapped, turning away. You didn’t want to have this conversation.

But he wasn’t done. “No, really, I’m curious. You trying to work your way through the whole band, or just the ones closest to me?”

Your blood boiled. “It’s not like that!”

“Oh? Then tell me, what is it like?” He stepped closer, his breath warm against your skin. His voice dropped lower, rougher. “You gonna let him touch you the way I do? Gonna let him fuck you the way I do?”

“I actually like Seunghyun.” The words were out before you could stop them.

Something flickered in Jiyong’s eyes. Something you’d never seen before. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. “We fucked this morning, Y/N,” he bit out, his voice barely above a growl. “This morning.”

You held his gaze, your hands tightening into fists at your sides. “Well, that was the last time.”

You turned on your heel, walking away without another word.

Jiyong’s chest heaved, his hands trembling at his sides. The moment the door shut behind you, he grabbed the glass of water you had left on the table and hurled it against the wall.

The sound of shattering glass filled the empty room.

What do we think? ;)

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[noharaaa]

Yess! 🏳️‍⚧️💖 Keep being iconic

these mfs don’t know im holding a top secret up in this bitch- nobody’s gonna guess at all- let’s keep it dat way i guess😔🤙🤘🤘🤘🤘

[noharaaa]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3: 𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭

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💕𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂💕: Aspiring diva Kang Mi-na takes part in this year’s Squid Games, challenged among the fellow lower class. In order to have a safe chance of winning, the aspiring fashionista teams up with former-rapper Thanos. Not only is she tested on what she is willing to risk for money, but her place as one of Thanos’ confidants.

💜𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰💜: Choi Su-Bong(Thanos) x Kang Mi-na, Thanos squad + Kang Mi-na

💕𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮💕: mi-na lives au, se-mi dies instead tho :( , romance, angst, fluff, casual, flirty bantering, lots of jealousy on nam-gyu’s part

💜𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼💜: graphic depictions of violence, murder, mild gore, explicit language, drug usage, mentions of suicide, major character deaths, spoilers for squid game s2,

💕𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸💕: like the original show, this is intended for a mature audience, please proceed with caution. updates will be posted biweekly at the latest, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is dmed to me!!

💜𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼💜: work in progress 🤭

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💕𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 💜𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻

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The dormitory was casted under a dark golden light, everyone huddled in the back of the room. Heads in their hands, fetal in position. All of what had happened back at the arena finally sunk in, weighing on their shoulders. They avoided death, in a twisted version of an old game. Whatever came next was entirely in the hands of those masked men, now all they could do is wait.

Mi-na sat on one of the beds, trying to rub the blood-stains and dirt off her tracksuit. It was a good distraction, the quality of her outfits was always a go-to for forgetting things.

Thanos sat right below her on the ground. Which was..a choice, not one she would personally make. He still had blood on his face, now dry. It bothered her enough to the point where she was ready to wipe it off herself. She knew Thanos would never let her hear the end of it. He sniffed loudly, wrinkling his nose.

“You not feeling well?” A man asked.

It was Nam-su, or was it Nam-gyu? -she couldn’t be bothered at the moment. Thanos briefly introduced him and one other young man when they got back. Everyone was far too shaken-up to properly interact at that point.

Nam-gyu had a sharp face with even sharper cheekbones. If it weren’t for the visible Adam’s apple, Mi-na would’ve mistaken him for a girl.

“Don’t worry,” Thanos brushed it off, “I’m okay.”

Next to her on the mattress was the other man, Gyeong-su. The guy was rather plain-looking, his haircut had no help in differentiating him with the other male contestants. The only thing that stood out to him was his small yet happy eyes.

A loud buzz came, the bright white lights switched back on. As if on cue, the pink soldiers emerged from the doors. Mi-na kept her ground alongside the group, feeling her stomach tighten at the sight of them.

Congratulations was extended, but fear was still lingering.

The square soldier spoke: “Here are the results. Out of 456 players, 91 have been eliminated.” 365 people remained.

An elderly woman and her son suddenly cried for forgiveness, begging not to be killed next. When one goes, so does the crowd. Mi-na watched condescendingly, the thought of bowing to some random masked man was way below her.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding, we are not trying to harm you-“

“Seriously!” Mi-na called out, “Ya pump up a bunch of people with bullets and expect us to believe you?” Hesitant agreement came from the players.

As though the guard was told this many times before, he replied dully. “To ensure a fair gameplay, the following players were eliminated for breaking the rules. Please understand that we are presenting you with an opportunity-“

“Clause three! The games may be terminated upon majority vote.” A new voice entered, but it was nowhere near unfamiliar

The crazy man was at it again, though for once his information seemed useful, now that she knew what was happening. He was right, again.

If the majority of contestants wished to leave, Mi-na could head home and forget this ever happened. Just like that, she was ready to head out the moment the guard confirmed the clause..

Then came the piggy bank.

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[noharaaa]

Mi-na’s probably questioning all her life choices right now 😆

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2: 𝓕𝓵𝔂 𝓜𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 (𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓞𝓯 𝓗𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓸𝓹)

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💕𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂💕: Aspiring diva Kang Mi-na takes part in this year’s Squid Games, challenged among the fellow lower class. In order to have a safe chance of winning, the aspiring fashionista teams up with former-rapper Thanos. Not only is she tested on what she is willing to risk for money, but her place as one of Thanos’ confidants.

💜𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰💜: Choi Su-Bong(Thanos) x Kang Mi-na, Thanos squad + Kang Mi-na

💕𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮💕: mi-na lives au, se-mi dies instead tho :( , romance, angst, fluff, casual, flirty bantering, lots of jealousy on nam-gyu’s part

💜𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼💜: graphic depictions of violence, murder, mild gore, explicit language, drug usage, mentions of suicide, major character deaths, spoilers for squid game s2,

💕𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸💕: like the original show, this is intended for a mature audience, please proceed with caution. updates will be posted biweekly at the latest, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is dmed to me!!

💜𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼💜: work in progress 🤭

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💕𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 💜𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻

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The grounds were like a stage for Thanos, and he was the star of the show. The star of the show with an unexpected twist. Make the wrong move and it costs your life, death no longer fazed the main performer,

Blue-green and white were the colors of his costume, and blood was his signature makeup. Sprinkled all over his face after being too close to an unworthy star, that is what happens when one gets in the way of Thanos the great. Like a coked-up ballerina, Thanos flailed his arms wildly as he galloped down with Mi-na as his backup dancer.

Mi-na was sucked back into her senses, she was still alive. Her eyes flitted to the rapper as they ran, unable to comprehend the strong feelings of gratitude that came over her.

‘Red light!’

Thanos skidded his feet and stopped just before the doll could catch their motion. It was as though he was frozen in time. Arms outstretched mid-cheer, with Mi-na basically hanging off of him like a ragdoll. Yet the weirdest of all? He was smiling.

Gratitude was then replaced with confusion. This wasn’t normal. He was nowhere near as carefree as the Thanos she briefly got to know, especially in the face of danger.

“What are you doing?” She hissed.

“Having fun.” Thanos’ mouth twitched, the shit-eating grin never falling. Bang! Another player collapsed by the two, blood surrounding the fresh corpse.

‘Green light!’

They took off once again. Mi-na scrambled alongside him, clutching onto her scrunchie with her remaining hand. Her arm nearly popped out of its socket as Thanos did another heel click. She was lucky that she was able to keep up with the exuberant movement. Genetic flexibility truly paid off.

‘Red light!’

Another shot rang, forty seconds left. The finish line was still several feet away. A moment of exhilaration coursed through her veins, the end goal was right there.

Her grip tightened on Thanos’ hand subconsciously, unaware of the smug smirk he gave in return.

When the doll rang the first syllable, Mi-na took off and left dust in her wake with Thanos skipping alongside her. The squeaky creak of the doll blared into her ear, it would move its camera-contained corneas and take out the weak. Not Mi-na. Not the boy who saved her life. Not when they were so close.

Their feet pounded into the ground, yet all Mi-na could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat and the high-pitched gasps that came from her throat.

Her only focus was the final destination. Mi-na’s breathing quickened as she followed the sea of players to the finish line.

No matter how much her lungs ached, the woman kept on pushing. With a final leap, they passed the vibrant red line, skidding safely onto the other side.

‘Red light!’

Mi-na ceased all movement, far too tense to move when that doll was looming over. Would the game truly be that cruel? She pursed her lips together, by moving her foot just by a millimeter to test the waters. Mi-an waited. Nothing hit her. She was safe, finally. Mi-na closed her eyes, bending into her knees as she let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Everyone else on her side was catching their breath as well, trying to register the shock.

A loud buzzer went off, signaling the end of the game. Every player that lived managed to make it in time, only the dead remained in the wide field. Yet the moment of immense relief was cut short by a final gunshot.

..perhaps everyone didn’t make it after all.

Thanos laughed maniacally in victory, punching his fists to the sky. She nearly forgot he was there.

“Yo!” He cheered, punching the air energetically “That was freaking boss!” The rapper stumbled back, landing on the sand like a cartoon character. He began making dust angels, cheering as though it were the best day of his life.

Mi-na could only observe, baffled.

What joy could be found in a death game?

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[noharaaa]

🍴x 🐝 || 💜 x 💕

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮: 𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸

—————-

💕𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂💕: Aspiring diva Kang Mi-na takes part in this year’s Squid Games, challenged among the fellow lower class. In order to have a safe chance of winning, the aspiring fashionista teams up with former-rapper Thanos. Not only is she tested on what she is willing to risk for money, but her place as one of Thanos’ confidants.

💜𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰💜: Choi Su-Bong(Thanos) x Kang Mi-na, Thanos squad + Kang Mi-na

💕𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮💕: mi-na lives au, se-mi dies instead tho :( , romance, angst, fluff, casual, flirty bantering, lots of jealousy on nam-gyu’s part

💜𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼💜: graphic depictions of violence, murder, mild gore, explicit language, drug usage, mentions of suicide, major character deaths, spoilers for squid game s2,

💕𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸💕: like the original show, this is intended for a mature audience, please proceed with caution. updates will be posted biweekly, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is dmed to me!!

💜𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼💜: work in progress 🤭

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💕𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 💜𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻

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“What’s that?” Mi-na asked. The tickle of tiny legs crawled over her neck in simple curiosity. Thanos paused, spotting the fuzzy insect. He whispered tensely, using this as an opportunity to flirt.

“It knows you’re a flower, you’ve got a bee-“

BANG!

.

.

The deafening boom of a gunshot cut him off.

There was a player right in front of them that lurched back, collapsing into the ground.

‘Player 380, eliminated.’

Buzzing followed shortly, the bee floated off of Mi-na and to the supposed player. A girl-that was the first thing that Mi-na noticed. Thick crimson liquid pooled from her forehead, metallic and thick..it was blood.

Blood?

Another player noticed and shrieked, a shot followed shortly after. The single shriek soon became a chorus of screams. Mi-na’s heart began to accelerate, pounding in sync with the rapid fires that came out of nowhere. Blurs of teal and white dashed off in an attempt to flee from the bullets. Blood decorated the area in seconds before a chance was given.

Mi-na saw plenty of action movies, if peering over the TV at the salon counts. It was nowhere near comparison. The players fell fast and hard, no overdramatic tumbling. Not everyone dropped dead either. Some were still alive, gurgling and gasping as they choked on lead and their own fluid. It was enough to make Mi-na hurl.

Not even the crazy guy from earlier could stop the chaos, no matter how much he begged for them to freeze. Seconds felt like minutes until the final shot rang. Then eerie silence came once more.

‘Let me repeat.’

The calming voice returned, Mi-na felt anything but calm.

‘You can move forward while the tagger shouts, “Green light, red light.” If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.’

He was right. The guy that she and Thanos were mocking was right. How the hell did he know that?

The game was back on track, round after round, the doll sang its uncanny tune. Mi-na kept still. It was as though her feet were trapped in cement, all thoughts of keeping herself collected vanished from her brain. Nothing remained but throbbing, intensifying anxiety.

Mi-na couldn’t even look to see how many contestants remained. Time was running out, if she didn’t make it in time it was a guarantee she would soon join the dead.

Several pairs of blood-soaked shoes left her peripheral vision with unnatural desperation.

Mi-na was left with the scattered array of corpses as her only source of company. Her anxiety soared, she was alone. Mi-na squeezed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth, her throat closing up but she refused to let any sound come out. This was how she was going to die, wasn’t it? In a strange place in an ugly uniform, playing a children’s game. What could be more embarrassing than that?

A lurch of her body snapped her out of her panicked notions. A clammy hand was tugging her forward. Mi-na's eyes shot open, astonished that someone had come to the rescue. The messy purple hair gave it away.

So he didn’t leave her behind after all.

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[noharaaa]

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thanos, a fork behind you 👀

huh? wot fork

[noharaaa]

Pillow Talk, Litteraly!

PART 2

(𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙭 !fem! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

When your annoying ex boyfriend sneaks into your bunk during curfew, after a whole day of avoiding him, things are bound to get messy. What could possibly go wrong? (Hint: everything)

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1

Author's Note: 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴’ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 “bold purple letters”

Enjoy Reading!

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

Now he was really kissing you.

Deeper. Hotter.

Your hand gripped the blanket.

Without breaking the kiss, Su-bong shifted, hovering halfway over you.

His lips moved with practiced confidence. Holy shit!

Heat flooded in your stomach, the space between you both shrinking and shrinking…….

Your breath shuddered between kisses. “We… should stop…”

He pulled away slightly, grinning against your lips, “You want me to stop?”

“Mhm~”

No you didn’t.

That was all it took.  

His lips were back on yours again and you melted, pulling him closer and closer. 

The kiss deepened even more as he leaned forward, forcing you to tilt back. 

Your back hit the mattress.

Your fingers trailed up from his nape to his hair adn gave it a gentle tug.  

His mouth trailed lower to your cheek, jaw, ear—

Shit, shit, shit!

TWACK!

Your eyes snapped open.

Su-bong’s entire body jerked forward, nearly crushing you.

The pillow came out of nowhere as it collided with the back of Su-bong’s head. 

He twisted around, furious.

Standing a few feet away from their bunk was an older woman looking visibly irritated.

“Ya!” her angry whisper hissed through the area. “Some of us are trying to sleep you crazy kids!”  

Su-bong sat up, rubbing the back of his head as the pillow slid down beside you. “What the—! Ahjumma~~~! go back to sleep!”

Wrong choice of words.  

The woman shuffled over, snatched the pillow back.

And whacked him again.

“Disgraceful!” whack! “Nasty Boy!” whack! “You think this is a love motel? Huh? You should be sleeping!”

Su-bong shielded his head, trying not to yell. “I was sleeping—ow!” 

 

You tried to hide your laugh before you received a single hard smack on your arm.

Then she shuffled away back into the dark while muttering, “Young people these days. No shame. No self-control. Tch.”

Su-bong groaned, he was still curled up. Then slowly turned his head to you.   

You were laughing, shoulders shaking as you tried to keep quiet. 

That made him more irritated. 

“What’s so funny?”

The way he sulked. The way he pouted. The way his grown-ass self just got spanked by an elder and was taking it so personally

 

It was too much. 

Then you heard him mutter under his breath in English and rubbing the back of his head for the hundredth time 

“This place worse than army, bro.”  

You almost lost it and slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughs.  

He chuckled softly, flopping himself back on the mattress.  

Damn.  

He kinda missed this.  

Missed hearing you laugh like this. 

His chest nearly sank.  

You we’re still laughing at him, completely unbothered and shamelessly entertained.

“Aish,” he muttered, shooting you a look. “It’s not that funny.”  

“Nah, it’s hilarious.” 

 

“Tch. Shut up before she comes back.”  

He meant it as a joke, but an odd feeling crept up his spine.

 Something possessive.

Your laugh. 

He didn’t like the thought of anyone else hearing it.

   No one else should make you laugh that way.  

Only him.

Su-bong dramatically touched his head again, exaggerating his pain. “Shit. I think a bump is forming.” 

 You smirked. “Aw. Want me to massage it for you?” 

“You? touch my sexy purple hair? With your dusty hands?” He scoffed, “Listen. This luxury hair? VIP only. Ok?”

“Your hair is NOT sexy.”  

“Lies. You love it. It turns you on.” 

“Turns me on to want to shave it off.” 

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re obsessed with me.”

You laughed again.  

And this time, he didn’t hold back.  

“I miss that.”  

Your grin immediately faltered.

  

The air shifted again.

   

Your thoughts were racing. 

He nudged your arm with his elbow before you could figure out what to say.

Your gaze flickered back to him. You could barely make out his grin in the dim light.  

The silence lingered for a beat too long.  

Su-bong broke it.  

“Hey. When this is over… we should get back together.” 

 

Huh?

“uhm…What?”

“You heard me. After the games. You and me. Back together. Yeah?”

His sudden words took you a few seconds to process.

Then you scoffed. “Why? Because of one stupid kiss and suddenly we’re soulmates again?”  

“Nah.” His tone was light, but there was something kind of firm underneath it. Almost defensive. “Because we go together.” 

 Oh my days.

You rolled your eyes. 

And yet…  

You didn’t disagree. Doesn’t mean you'd admit it to him though. 

Instead, you hummed with your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Mmm. I’d rather hope to die tomorrow.” 

 

Damn.

The mood shifted.

He quickly propped himself up on one elbow, leaning over you. His voice came low and irritated.  

“Hey. Don’t fucking talk like that.”   

“Don’t tell me what to do.”  

There was a pause.

For a second, you thought he was going to snap back. But he didn't. 

Instead, he lay back down without a word. His gaze fixed toward the bunk above.  

Now it was silent. 

 

Too silent.

You swallowed.  

It wasn’t like him. 

 

You turned slightly, your gaze flickering toward his frame.

His body was still. His jaw tight.

He wasn’t looking at you anymore.

He didn’t say anything.  

Didn’t move.  

Just lay there.  

And for the first time that night….Su-bong was genuinely upset.

 

The silence stretched again.

You exhaled sharply, muttering a ‘sorry’ under your breath.

No response.

Wait a minute. Why were you the one apologizing?

“You know… if anyone should be apologizing, it’s you.”

He didn’t respond. Not a single word.

What the heck? Now you were pissed off. “You cheated on me.”

Still nothing.

You sighed, rolling onto your side, your back now facing him.

“Asshole.” You scoffed, yanking your blanket up, “Go back to your damn bunk.”

And then…

A firm grip on your shoulder.

Before you could react, he pulled you back, his arms wrapping around you like a vice.

His chest pressed against your back, his nose burying back into your hair and he let out a dramatic sigh.

You went stiff.

“Yah.” he mumbled, voice low and irritatingly soft. “Why you always gotta be like this?”

Your eye twitched.

“Let me go.”

“Mmm. Nah. Too comfy.”

You groaned, trying to wiggle free.

“You’re so fucking annoying—”

“Hey. watch your language,” he teased, pulling you even closer.

“I’m warning you...”

“Shhhh—” 

That was it.

Your patience snapped.

You cussed him out, throwing every insult at him, kicking at his legs while he tried to dodge.

He winced, but he still held on, laughing through your assault.

Finally, after you landed a very sharp elbow to his ribs, he groaned and muttered—

“Okay, okay! Damn…………m’sorry”

You froze.

Su-bong? Apologizing?

“Sorry for what?”

He huffed, twisting his lips. “You know…. The thing.”

“The thing?”you repeated, unimpressed.

Su-bong grumbled, voice dropping lower, almost hoping you wouldn’t hear him. “The cheating.”

“Pathetic.”

He groaned dramatically, throwing his head back like you were the one torturing him.

“Aishhh~! What more do you want?! My soul?!”

You smirked. “Yes.”

“Wow. So mean, baby.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck? Yes, please. Let’s do it now.”

You elbowed him again, making him snicker louder.

The two of you fell into quiet bickering, tossing lazy insults back and forth, your voices dropping lower with each exchange.

Then, without looking at him, you softly muttered “…I forgive you.”

So soon?

You glanced at him, waiting for is reaction.

Instant regret. 

His lips twitched. “That easy? Wahh, so generous.”

“If you ever cheat again, I'll fucking kill you.”

Su-bong's grin stretched, his eyes gleaming with that same infuriating smugness.

He leaned in just a little, voice dropping. “Mmm... dangerous.”

You grabbed your pillow to smack his face.

He snatched it mid-swing and shoved it under his head.

“Hey! Give it back.”

“Nah. Ask nicely.”

You glared.

“C'mooon~ Say 'please, my sexy, handsome oppa-'”

Ew! Seriously?

You smacked his arm instead. “Shut the hell up.”

“Wow, so mean~”

“You keep telling me what to do.”

Su-bong smirked, mocking your tone. “You keep telling me what to do~”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Give me my pillow, Su-bong.”

He didn’t. He only responded with annoying smugness.

“Don't tell me what to do.”

Before you could strangle him, another pillow nailed him in the back of the head.

He whipped around. 

A younger guy's voice grumbled from the top bunk, groggy and pissed.  

“Both of you shut up and go to sleep. You're too damn loud!”

You snickered and hid your laugh under your blanket.

Su-bong clicked his tongue, muttering curses under his breath.

Then he chucked the pillow back at the guy.

A thud. A grunt.

“You throw tantrums like a kid,” you teased.

“Keep talking and I’ll give you a pillow too.”

“You keep talking and strike three might be coming soon.”  

“Huh?”

“Another pillow to your head.”  

He groaned, rubbing his sore spot. “Aish, no way. If I get hit again, it’s your fault.”  

“Oh, yeah? Cry about it.”  

The bickering faded again, the quiet settled between you both laying there.

close, warm, almost comfortable.

Su-bong’s voice dropped into a soft whisper.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“You’re my girlfriend, you know that?”

  

You smiled against his chest. “I’m not.”  

“Yes, you are.”  

“No, I’m not.” 

You shifted slightly and then paused.

Something was poking your cheek.

Your brows furrowed. What the….?  

Slowly, you reached up, unzipping his tracksuit a few inches. 

Su-bong didn’t move.  

His thoughts immediately went somewhere else. 

You were focused, fingers lightly grazing over his chest as you carefully tugged the zipper lower.  

His lips curled, his voice dipping into something teasing, amused. 

“Wahh, baby, here? In a room full of people? So bold.”  

You ignored him, rolling your eyes.

  

Your fingers brushed against metal.

You tugged, pulling out a piece of jewelry.

A cross-shaped pendant, warm against your fingertips.  

Your jaw almost dropped. “How the hell do you have this here?” 

His grin vanished. 

Before you could examine it further, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling it from your grasp.  

He stuffed the necklace back into his jacket, zipping it up.

“Do not touch… my precious jewelry.”

“How’d you get it here forreal?”  

He shrugged, pulling you back into his arms. “The guards like me.”  

Yeah, right.

That’s when it hit you.

That fruity scent.

You pulled back slightly, searching his eyes.

“Wait… are you high right now?”

Su-bong pouted, bottom lip jutting out like you just questioned his life choices.

which, to be fair, you did.

He tilted his head, giving you his most innocent look.

“Mmm? Who, me? Nah. I’m angel.”

...

“………You brought drugs to a death game?”

“Baby. This not drugs.” He tapped his chest proudly. “This… vitamins. For health.”

So that’s why he’s been smelling so fruity.

“You smell like you just inhaled a whole fruit basket.”  

“Shhh. Stop talking. Just cuddle.”  

You sighed, adjusting yourself. Head tucked under his chin.

“Su-bong.”

“Mm?”

“…Your necklace.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s pressing against my cheek. It’s uncomfy.”

 “So?”  

“So? take it off.”  

“Nah. I’m still mad.” 

  “Mad about what?” 

  “You called our kiss stupid earlier.”  

“Oh my god, you’re still on about that?”  

“Yeah. ‘Cause that kiss? Changed your life.”

You groaned, already too tired to argue.  “Fiiiine~. I take it back.”  

He perked up immediately.

“Okay. Then let’s share another kiss.”  

You squinted at him.

“…No.”

  

“Yes.” 

 

“No.”  

“Yes. come on.” 

 “No! We could escalate again.” 

 And get knocked by a pillow again for the third time tonight.

“That’s the fun part.” 

 

You sighed. “Just one.” 

 

“Mmm. Five.”  

“Su-bong. I said one.”

“Five.”  

“One.” 

“Five.”

  

You rolled back onto your side, turning your back to him. “Goodnight.”  

He whined, nudging you. “Fine~~. Two.”  

“Fine.”  

You barely had time to lean in before his hand found your face, fingers curling gently along your jaw as he pulled you closer.

Your lips met. 

You pulled back slightly. then kissed him again.

The escalation happened before you could even think about it.

You were both already past two kisses.

Then three.

Then four.

He kept chasing your lips, his whispers barely audible between kisses. “One more.”

You sighed through a smile, pulling away after the fifth one. “Leave me aloneee.”  

He ignored you, still trying to pull you close. “Why??? Can't a couple kiss?”

Couple???

“If I give you one more, will you leave me alone?”

“Maybe~”

“Hey. I'm being serious~”

“Okay, okay. Yes.”

You sighed, leaning back in.

Except-

What the hell was this?

He captured your lips like he’d been starving for it, and for a second, you let yourself—

Too much!

You jerked back, snorting quietly.

“That's not a kiss! You're trying to escalate things again.”

“Escalate? This is me being romantic. You’re welcome.”

You glared. But your pulse betrayed you.

“We're gonna get in serious trouble tomorrow. Everyone will know.”

He leaned in again, lips ghosting over your jaw, his voice dropping to murmur. “So? Who cares.”

The next kiss was too hungry.

You flinched, pulling away the second you felt his hands wander lower.

“Yah. Watch your hands.”You slapped his arm.

“One more.”

“Oh my god. You're so annoying!”

Su-bong grinned. “Nah, I'm your boyfriend.”

“No. You’re not.”

“You’re already in my arms, babe. It’s official.”

After more useless bickering, you both settled into cuddling again.

Or at least, you did.

Su-bong kept shifting. Fidgeting.

It was getting annoying. “Stop moving.”

“Can’t.”

You furrowed your brows. “What's your problem?”

He sucked his teeth and muttered under his breath. “Pants are uncomfortable.”

You blinked.

Then it clicked.

Your eyes widened.

“Oh my god.”

“‘Oh my god’ what?”

“I'm flattered~”

He scoffed, waving you off.  

“Pfft. Don’t be. It’s just muscle memory.”  

You snickered. “You gonna take care of it in the bathroom?” 

  Su-bong perked up immediately, smirking. “Why? You wanna join?” 

 You made a face. “You're gross.”

Su-bong grinned completely unbothered. “You didn’t think I was ‘gross’ back then.”  

Oh?

“Yeah, well, back then I had bad taste.” 

 

“Funny. I still think you taste pretty good.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered.  

The interaction slowly faded before you felt exhaustion started taking over.

 

You lay still, staring at the bunk above you.

You sighed, your voice soft and hesitant.

“Do you think… we’ll really make it out of here?”  

Su-bong didn’t hesitate.

“Of course.”

  

You glanced at him. “How can you be so sure?”

 

 “Because… I'll protect you.” 

 It was quiet for a second.  You almost believed him.

“Thanos the Great never loses.”  

You blinked. “Are you serious right now?” 

 

“Why, baby? You don’t trust Thanos?”

“You are so fucking embarrassing. You know that?”

  

“You know what I deserve?” he whispered, voice low and playful. “A girlfriend who doesn’t avoid me all day.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I'm not your girlfriend. And I was busy.”

“Busy avoiding me.”

“Busy trying to survive—”

Before you could argue, Su-bong's hand reached up and gently pinched your nose, holding it shut with the most innocent expression on his face.

“Tell me why you been avoiding me, hmm?”

Your eyes widened as you tried to breathe, muffling a laugh behind your closed mouth.

“What’s that? Can’t hear you, baby.”

You swatted his hand away. “Maybe I just didn’t want to deal with your nonsense.”  

Su-bong pouted, poking your arm. “What? You know I missed you~. You were being all distant.”  

Distant?

“Uhm… well, if you haven’t noticed, we’re literally in the same death trap facility. Where was I supposed to go?”  

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he just stared. that same smug grin creeping across his face.

His eyes shamelessly drifted, examining every inch of your face. Lips. Nose. Forehead.

And then...

Without a word, he poked your forehead.

You blinked, caught off guard.

He grinned wider, like he’d just won some unspoken game.

Before you could react, he did it again.

Your brows knit together. “Su-bong. Stop.”

But he didn’t.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a playful whisper.

“Yah.”

Poke.

You glared, swatting his hand away. “okay, seriously, go back to your bunk.”

“No, baby. I stay.”

You snorted, trying. and failing. to keep a straight face.

Sleep be damned. he wasn’t going anywhere. He wants to stay like this. With you.

“Vote X tomorrow.”  You said.

“Mmm… maybe.”  

“I’m serious. I can’t stand being here any longer. I’d rather off myself than let those creepy-ass guards put a bullet in me.”

  

Su-bong’s grin faded again.

He sighed, rubbing his face. “Aishh, this is too much thinking. We need to relax.” 

 

“The hell does that mean?” 

 

Su-bong shifted and unzipped his jacket.

He reached inside and pulled out his cross necklace.

You scoffed then rolled your eyes.  “Wow. Really?” 

 

He popped open the locket.

The tiny stash of colorful pills were inside. 

 

“Tch. You really are a Junkie.” 

 

So were you. Well… sort of. You remember taking drugs with him back when you were together.

“Only sometimes.”  

He shook two into his palm. “One each. Helps with stress.”  

You rolled your eyes.

You should’ve said no. You really should have.  

But the weight of the night dragged you down, and before you could think better of it, you took one. 

It still tastes the same as you remembered.

“Mmm. Sweet…. You like~?” 

You swallowed yours dry. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

 

You exhaled.

It didn’t take long.

The room already began to feel weird.

You felt his hand brush against yours, the warmth of it was comforting.

 

For a moment, neither of you moved.

“Hey,” your voice was tired and lazy. “When we get outta here…We should… y’know… try quitting all this. The whole drug thing.”

He didn’t respond.

“Su-bong,” you whispered, nudging his hand with your pinky.

“Mmm?”

“You hear me?” your lips curled into a grin.

“Yeah… but like…”

“But like….?”

“We don’t gotta quit now….Or this year.”

“Or the next.”

“Yeah. But soon.”

 

The last thing you saw before everything faded was Su-bong’s sleepy grin.

 

And the sound of his laughable snore.

THE END.

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!

@st3evie @str8t2video @chrcoalbaby @haruuuuutsukkii @kttb @1950schick @themagical-catstealer @nicklet94 @cyberlifesworld @loveesirenrecs

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1

[noharaaa]

How did you make this both sweet and illegal? Talent. Absolute talent 🙌🏽

𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀-𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗏𝗌. 𝖳.𝖮.𝖯 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖧𝖢

Highly requested Choi Seunghyun vs. T.O.P smut HCs! This man is so damn fine and I need him badly.

Warnings: smutty smut smut. MDNI. 18+, breeding kink

Choi Seunghyun

❁ Seunghyun, who always picks up dinner for you on his way home, excited to sit on the couch and watch a movie with you.

❁ Seunghyun, who refuses to buy you your own hoodies because you're just so stinkin' cute in his. He loves how big they are on you.

❁ Seunghyun, who could never get close enough to you. He'd lay in your lap and pick up your hand, placing it in his hair so you'd play with it. He'd reach inside your hoodie, his hands roaming your stomach and breasts, not in a sexual way, he just needed the skin to skin contact.

❁ Seunghyun, who loved sleeping naked with you, because again, he needs that skin to skin contact, it makes his dreams feel real.

❁ Seunghyun, who always brings you to the studio with him so he can show you the new music he's been working on. His eyes lit up every time you praised his work.

❁ Seunghyun, who loved the way you fell asleep in his lap, clinging to him like a spider monkey while he finished editing his songs. He loved carrying you to bed and tucking you in.

❁ Seunghyun, who loved your body so much. When the two of you got intimate, he took his sweet time exploring every inch of your body. And I'm not talking normal fan fic stuff. This man would take a good hour showing love to every part of you, making sure you felt worshipped. Sometimes you almost got angry because god you were just so fucking horny.

❁ Seunhyun, who got lost in making out with your pussy because you tasted so damn sweet.

❁ Seunghyun, who would hold your hands over your head as he grinded into you, holding eye contact with you even as he kissed you because your eyes were just so pretty.

❁ Seunghyun, who whimpered when he felt you clench around him, his release soon following because god he loved the way your body needed him.

❁ Seunghyun, who'd run a bath for the two of you and sit silently as you leaned back against him, peppering kisses on top of your head and temples as he ran soap over your body.

❁ Seunghyun, who clung to you so tightly when you slept together, because he just needed you more than anything.

T.O.P

☆ TOP, who was protective and possessive over you. His hands never leaving your body when you were out in public.

☆ TOP, who broke a mans jaw for trying to grope you.

☆ TOP, who was fucking dominant.

☆ TOP, who's demeanor changed around the paparazzi when you were with him. He had a primal instinct to protect you.

☆ TOP, who loved to tease you in public. Brushing his fingers over your clothed pussy under the dinner table, telling you to settle down when your breath hitched.

☆ TOP, who'd say, "We're at a business dinner, Y/n. Compose yourself." He'd mutter as he pressed harder against your core.

☆ TOP, who loved watching you squirm in public.

☆ TOP, who prayed you'd crack because that means he gets to punish you when you get home.

☆ TOP, who tsked at you the second you walked through the door. Loving the way you looked up at him with those big innocent eyes. "Strip." He'd say, as he removed the watch from his wrist. "You didn't settle down when I told you to, did you?"

☆ TOP, who watched you with hungry eyes as your dress fell to the floor. "On your knees."

☆ TOP, who loved how you did exactly as he said, you looked so cute on the floor looking up with him at him with needy eyes.

☆ TOP, who'd throat fuck you relentlessly, telling you you were such an obedient girl as he watched your mascara run down your face.

☆ TOP, who'd throw you over his knee, landing relentless spankings on your pretty little ass until your cheeks turned red. He loved the way you whimpered.

☆ TOP, who'd pick you up and throw your legs over his shoulders as he slid you down on his cock, the pressure was almost too overwhelming.

☆ TOP, who'd fuck up into you, loving the way your tits bounced as you came undone around him.

☆ TOP, who'd cum deep inside you and force you to sit upside down after because the man had a breeding kink and he wanted to make sure you got pregnant.

☆ TOP, who'd light a cigarette as he sat next to you, making sure none of his cum spilled out of you, using his thumb to push back in any that threatened to spill out.

☆ TOP, who when he decided you'd been a good girl for him, would take you to the shower and clean you up.

☆ TOP, who'd make sure you were tucked sweetly in bed, admiring his pretty girl, before he stepped out for his final cigarette of the night.

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[noharaaa]

Thankyou bb!

Pillow Talk, Litteraly!

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When your annoying ex boyfriend sneaks into your bunk during curfew, after a whole day of avoiding him, things are bound to get messy. What could possibly go wrong? (Hint: everything)

Part 1 >>>> Part 2

Author’s Note: 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴’ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 “bold purple letters”

Enjoy Reading!

@loveesiren╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

The facility was too damn cold!

You curled onto your side, yanking the thin blanket up to your nose.

It barely helped.

The bunks here weren’t so comfortable. thin mattress, stiff pillow, the tiny scent of bleach.

But after the hell of your first day in this place, you should’ve been exhausted enough to pass out immediately.

But you weren't tired.

Your mind kept running into thoughts you didn’t want to think about.

As if summoned by your thoughts, your bed dipped.

You didn’t turn. You didn’t have to.

A low obnoxious whisper tickled your ear.

“Wassup, my baby princess?”

Oh, for God’s sake!

You clenched your jaw, eyes squeezing shut.

Maybe if you ignored him, he might disappear.

But the weight only shifted closer beside you.

The audacity!

You felt his body heat press into your back as he shamelessly slid under your blanket. The faint scent of cologne and something kind of… fruity filled your nose.

His vape?

Your stomach twisted. Half from irritation, half from something way more annoying.

You turned your head just enough to hiss, “Get off my bed, Su-bong.”

He did the exact opposite and made himself comfortable instead.

“Wahh, so cold~” he whined dramatically, pulling at the edge of your blanket. “Let me in!”

He was whispering way too loud!

“I’d rather freeze to death.”

Su-bong grinned. Even in the dim lighting, you could see his ridiculous purple hair and that smug look you wanted to slap off his face. “Then we die together, Romeo and Juliet style.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, except I’d be the one poisoning your drink.”

“Oooh, kinky.”

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. “Go away. I swear, if the guards see you—”

“Pfft. Who cares? They respect me.”

“No one respects you.”

“You’re just mad ‘cause you still want me.”

Oh. This bastard.

“In your dreams, asshole.” You smacked his arm. He cackled, stifling the sound into the pillow.

The worst part? You caught yourself grinning.

You were still not over this man.

A beat of silence.

Then his voice dropped, quieter now. “You okay?”

You blinked.

Su-bong didn’t do serious. Not often. But there was something about the way he said it. Like he actually wanted to know.

You looked at the bunk above you.

“It’s cold,” you muttered.

There was another silent pause.

Until he replied with, “Damn. That’s crazy.”

You elbowed him. Hard.

He almost flinched, biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Then he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You went stiff.

“W-what are you–?”

“Shhh.” He nuzzled into your hair, his body warm against yours. “Baby cold. I am heater. Shhh.”

Your face went hot…

But you didn’t move or shove him off.

Not because you wanted him there. Obviously.

It was because of the guards.

They were unpredictable as hell and the last thing you needed was some pink robotic-looking psycho deciding that an argument at curfew was a punishable offense.

That was the only reason you let Su-bong stay.

Still, that didn’t change the fact that there was no space on this tiny ass bed!

And of course, you're annoying, oversized ex boyfriend was hogging most of it.

Your leg was literally slipping off the edge. “Can you move?”

“Ah, baby. I wish… but my body? Too powerful.”

“Uhm…What?”

He patted his chest dramatically. “Too much muscle. No room.”

“Of course there's no room. ‘Cause you’re a big back.”

“I’m a… what?”

“Dude! You’re the one crushing me!”

“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue, wiggling into the mattress even more. “You should be grateful. You have the great honor of sharing a bed with…. South Korea’s sexiest man alive~”

“Oh my God. Please shut up.”

He didn’t shut up. He just laughed and… oh no. No.

His breath tickled your ear.

You flinched, heat prickling down your spine.

Su-bong noticed.

And because he was the worst person alive, he did it again.

This time, you jerked away slightly “Stop rubbing on me!”

“Baby… that sounds so dirty.”

You kicked him.

“OW! Yah!” He whisper-shouted. “That hurt! You abuser! You need– how you say…” His voice switched back to English, “anger issue~”

Your fists were now balled up. “Su-bong, I swear—”

“Shh, shh.” He patted your head gently. “S’okay. Thanos still luv you.”

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”

“Kinky~”

You were this close to elbowing him again, but then…

He nuzzled into the back of her head, his nose grazing your neck.

You froze.

You felt the warmth of his breath again. The way his stupid, soft hair brushed against your skin. The lazy way he—

Nope. Nope.

You turned your body around, face-to-face with him now.

He blinked at you.

You glared at him.

It was quiet again.

Then… his mouth curled into that annoying, stupid smirk.

You immediately regretted turning.

You’re eyes narrowed even more.

He didn’t stop staring.

It was annoying. And weird. And making you way too aware of how close you both were.

“…What?”

The words barely left your lips before his smug grin got bigger.

“Ahhh,” he breathed, dramatic as ever. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“You like looking at me.”

You stared. Then snorted. “You look like a failed SoundCloud rapper.”

He gasped with a fake pain written all over his face. “How can you say this after all our beautiful memories?”

You rolled her eyes. “Memories?. Like on the day you cheated on me, right?”

His smirk faded.

You saw it.

The way his eyes darted away for half a second before snapping back to you.

“Still bringing up old news?”

The way he said those words were unsurprisingly apathetic and mocking. It wasn’t hard to notice how he was trying not to grin.

Your jaw tightened. “Oh, my bad. I forgot it doesn’t count when it was ‘just a kiss,’ right?”

His face hardened.

You kept going. Why stop now?

“Tell me, Su-bong. was it still ‘just a kiss’ when you let her sit on your lap?”

Silence.

Then he clicked his tongue.

“So dramatic,” he muttered, flopping onto his back. His arm folded behind his head, like this wasn’t a big deal. “You always overthink things.”

Ah, yes. There it was.

That calculated indifference. The bull crap he used to pull when he knew he was in the wrong but too stubborn to admit it.

Your brows furrowed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“No, you are.” His voice sharpened. “Always nagging. Always twisting things into some big betrayal. Seriously, bro! do you ever get tired of being like this?”

‘Bro?’ Who does this man think he is?

Your nails dug into your palms. “Being like what?”

“A pain in the ass.”

A rush of heat shot through your chest.

He did NOT just gaslight you!

Your body tensed. The anger in you bubbled so fast you nearly saw red.

Before you could snap, a groggy voice groaned from a few bunks away.

“Can you two shut the hell up?”

Shit.

You exhaled sharply, forcing your muscles to relax.

This wasn’t the time. The last thing you needed was to cause a scene.

“Go back to your bunk.”

Su-bong chuckled under his breath. “Wow, Look at you. Finally learning to control that temper.”

You almost went stiff again. He was obviously trying to start shit on purpose.

“Wouldn’t want the guards dragging you away, would you?”

“Screw you, Su-bong.”

“Haha. You wish, baby.”

Your eye twitched.

He still didn’t leave.

He just kept staring until your patience snapped

.

So you did what any mature, rational person would do. You whispered the meanest insult you could think of.

“Choding.” (Elementary school brat.)

Su-bong snorted. “Ohhh, scary~”

“Dumbass.”

“Stupid.”

“Egomaniac.”

“Goblin.”

“Failed rapper.”

Oops!

His grin faded almost instantly. “Yah. Watch your mouth.”

“Cry about it.”

“You first, loser.”

“Truth hurts.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay… crypto hater.”

“That’s not even an insult.”

“Yes, it is. ‘Cause you didn’t believe in me.”

“I didn’t believe in your dumb crypto.”

He grinned again. “Same thing.”

That grin was too contagious.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

No, you were NOT about to laugh.

You heard a stiff breath leave his nose like he was trying to hold something in.

Then a quiet snicker slipped out.

That was it.

You almost lost it before you buried your face into your pillow, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.

It only lasted a few seconds before you caught herself.

Dammit!

You cleared your throat, forcing your lips back to normal.

You were supposed to be upset!

“Yah,” he whispered between chuckles, “you’re so childish, you know that?.”

“Whatever.”

He nudged your side, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s cute. The way you’re playing hard to get.”

“Am not!”

“Mmm.”

You knew he didn’t believe you.

He inched closer. Too close.

His voice was lower now, the teasing edge still there, but softer.

“You sure about that?”

You didn’t move. “Positive.”

Su-bong let out a quiet, amused breath.

“Liar.”

And with that, he closed the gap.

Just a brush of lips. Soft. Quick.

You blinked.

He did it again. You didn’t pull away.

And he knew he’d win.

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!

Part 1 >>>> Part 2 (coming soon)

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someone say highschool thangyu au??

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Happy Black History Month 🤎

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Eye contact 🫣

HELP

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WE’RE STILL HERE!! the squid game brainrot is forever! don’t worry. drop those parts, we’re waiting

I feel like the squid game hype is starting to die down . . . don't leave me squid game fandom I still have two more parts to write and put out

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underbite and overbite duo😛😛

i honestly hope namgyu ods with thanos' drugs in s3.. that would be the doomed yaoi finale.. who agree..

ummm this was so rushed idk whag the random pics are there for i was feeling silly 😅😛but its supposed to be 1.thanos dead 2.namgyu popping all his pills

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Pillow Talk, Litteraly!

(𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙭 !fem! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

When your annoying ex boyfriend sneaks into your bunk during curfew, after a whole day of avoiding him, things are bound to get messy. What could possibly go wrong? (Hint: everything)

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1 >>>> 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2

Author’s Note: 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴’ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 “bold purple letters”

Enjoy Reading!

@loveesiren╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

The facility was too damn cold!

You curled onto your side, yanking the thin blanket up to your nose.

It barely helped.

The bunks here weren’t so comfortable. thin mattress, stiff pillow, the tiny scent of bleach.

But after the hell of your first day in this place, you should’ve been exhausted enough to pass out immediately.

But you weren't tired.

Your mind kept running into thoughts you didn’t want to think about.

As if summoned by your thoughts, your bed dipped.

You didn’t turn. You didn’t have to.

A low obnoxious whisper tickled your ear.

“Wassup, my baby princess?”

Oh, for God’s sake!

You clenched your jaw, eyes squeezing shut.

Maybe if you ignored him, he might disappear.

But the weight only shifted closer beside you.

The audacity!

You felt his body heat press into your back as he shamelessly slid under your blanket. The faint scent of cologne and something kind of… fruity filled your nose.

His vape?

Your stomach twisted. Half from irritation, half from something way more annoying.

You turned your head just enough to hiss, “Get off my bed, Su-bong.”

He did the exact opposite and made himself comfortable instead.

“Wahh, so cold~” he whined dramatically, pulling at the edge of your blanket. “Let me in!”

He was whispering way too loud!

“I’d rather freeze to death.”

Su-bong grinned. Even in the dim lighting, you could see his ridiculous purple hair and that smug look you wanted to slap off his face. “Then we die together, Romeo and Juliet style.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, except I’d be the one poisoning your drink.”

“Oooh, kinky.”

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. “Go away. I swear, if the guards see you—”

“Pfft. Who cares? They respect me.”

“No one respects you.”

“You’re just mad ‘cause you still want me.”

Oh. This bastard.

“In your dreams, asshole.” You smacked his arm. He cackled, stifling the sound into the pillow.

The worst part? You caught yourself grinning.

You were still not over this man.

A beat of silence.

Then his voice dropped, quieter now. “You okay?”

You blinked.

Su-bong didn’t do serious. Not often. But there was something about the way he said it. Like he actually wanted to know.

You looked at the bunk above you.

“It’s cold,” you muttered.

There was another silent pause.

Until he replied with, “Damn. That’s crazy.”

You elbowed him. Hard.

He almost flinched, biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Then he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You went stiff.

“W-what are you–?”

“Shhh.” He nuzzled into your hair, his body warm against yours. “Baby cold. I am heater. Shhh.”

Your face went hot…

But you didn’t move or shove him off.

Not because you wanted him there. Obviously.

It was because of the guards.

They were unpredictable as hell and the last thing you needed was some pink robotic-looking psycho deciding that an argument at curfew was a punishable offense.

That was the only reason you let Su-bong stay.

Still, that didn’t change the fact that there was no space on this tiny ass bed!

And of course, you're annoying, oversized ex boyfriend was hogging most of it.

Your leg was literally slipping off the edge. “Can you move?”

“Ah, baby. I wish… but my body? Too powerful.”

“Uhm…What?”

He patted his chest dramatically. “Too much muscle. No room.”

“Of course there's no room. ‘Cause you’re a big back.”

“I’m a… what?”

“Dude! You’re the one crushing me!”

“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue, wiggling into the mattress even more. “You should be grateful. You have the great honor of sharing a bed with…. South Korea’s sexiest man alive~”

“Oh my God. Please shut up.”

He didn’t shut up. He just laughed and… oh no. No.

His breath tickled your ear.

You flinched, heat prickling down your spine.

Su-bong noticed.

And because he was the worst person alive, he did it again.

This time, you jerked away slightly “Stop rubbing on me!”

“Baby… that sounds so dirty.”

You kicked him.

“OW! Yah!” He whisper-shouted. “That hurt! You abuser! You need– how you say…” His voice switched back to English, “anger issue~”

Your fists were now balled up. “Su-bong, I swear—”

“Shh, shh.” He patted your head gently. “S’okay. Thanos still luv you.”

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”

“Kinky~”

You were this close to elbowing him again, but then…

He nuzzled into the back of her head, his nose grazing your neck.

You froze.

You felt the warmth of his breath again. The way his stupid, soft hair brushed against your skin. The lazy way he—

Nope. Nope.

You turned your body around, face-to-face with him now.

He blinked at you.

You glared at him.

It was quiet again.

Then… his mouth curled into that annoying, stupid smirk.

You immediately regretted turning.

You’re eyes narrowed even more.

He didn’t stop staring.

It was annoying. And weird. And making you way too aware of how close you both were.

“…What?”

The words barely left your lips before his smug grin got bigger.

“Ahhh,” he breathed, dramatic as ever. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“You like looking at me.”

You stared. Then snorted. “You look like a failed SoundCloud rapper.”

He gasped with a fake pain written all over his face. “How can you say this after all our beautiful memories?”

You rolled her eyes. “Memories?. Like on the day you cheated on me, right?”

His smirk faded.

You saw it.

The way his eyes darted away for half a second before snapping back to you.

“Still bringing up old news?”

The way he said those words were unsurprisingly apathetic and mocking. It wasn’t hard to notice how he was trying not to grin.

Your jaw tightened. “Oh, my bad. I forgot it doesn’t count when it was ‘just a kiss,’ right?”

His face hardened.

You kept going. Why stop now?

“Tell me, Su-bong. was it still ‘just a kiss’ when you let her sit on your lap?”

Silence.

Then he clicked his tongue.

“So dramatic,” he muttered, flopping onto his back. His arm folded behind his head, like this wasn’t a big deal. “You always overthink things.”

Ah, yes. There it was.

That calculated indifference. The bull crap he used to pull when he knew he was in the wrong but too stubborn to admit it.

Your brows furrowed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“No, you are.” His voice sharpened. “Always nagging. Always twisting things into some big betrayal. Seriously, bro! do you ever get tired of being like this?”

‘Bro?’ Who does this man think he is?

Your nails dug into your palms. “Being like what?”

“A pain in the ass.”

A rush of heat shot through your chest.

He did NOT just gaslight you!

Your body tensed. The anger in you bubbled so fast you nearly saw red.

Before you could snap, a groggy voice groaned from a few bunks away.

“Can you two shut the hell up?”

Shit.

You exhaled sharply, forcing your muscles to relax.

This wasn’t the time. The last thing you needed was to cause a scene.

“Go back to your bunk.”

Su-bong chuckled under his breath. “Wow, Look at you. Finally learning to control that temper.”

You almost went stiff again. He was obviously trying to start shit on purpose.

“Wouldn’t want the guards dragging you away, would you?”

“Screw you, Su-bong.”

“Haha. You wish, baby.”

Your eye twitched.

He still didn’t leave.

He just kept staring until your patience snapped

.

So you did what any mature, rational person would do. You whispered the meanest insult you could think of.

“Choding.” (Elementary school brat.)

Su-bong snorted. “Ohhh, scary~”

“Dumbass.”

“Stupid.”

“Egomaniac.”

“Goblin.”

“Failed rapper.”

Oops!

His grin faded almost instantly. “Yah. Watch your mouth.”

“Cry about it.”

“You first, loser.”

“Truth hurts.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay… crypto hater.”

“That’s not even an insult.”

“Yes, it is. ‘Cause you didn’t believe in me.”

“I didn’t believe in your dumb crypto.”

He grinned again. “Same thing.”

That grin was too contagious.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

No, you were NOT about to laugh.

You heard a stiff breath leave his nose like he was trying to hold something in.

Then a quiet snicker slipped out.

That was it.

You almost lost it before you buried your face into your pillow, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.

It only lasted a few seconds before you caught herself.

Dammit!

You cleared your throat, forcing your lips back to normal.

You were supposed to be upset!

“Yah,” he whispered between chuckles, “you’re so childish, you know that?.”

“Whatever.”

He nudged your side, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s cute. The way you’re playing hard to get.”

“Am not!”

“Mmm.”

You knew he didn’t believe you.

He inched closer. Too close.

His voice was lower now, the teasing edge still there, but softer.

“You sure about that?”

You didn’t move. “Positive.”

Su-bong let out a quiet, amused breath.

“Liar.”

And with that, he closed the gap.

Just a brush of lips. Soft. Quick.

You blinked.

He did it again. You didn’t pull away.

And he knew he’d win.

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1 >>>> 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2