#⚡yoo jeongneon⚡

[yoo-jeongneon]

you were not in my plans.. | j.ww (teaser)

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× main masterlist × pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader (afab for smut) genre: romance, comedy, drama warnings: best man!wonwoo, wedding planner!reader, jeongcheol are the fiancés, wonwoo is cheol's best man, past one night stand, (sort-of)strangers-to-lovers, awkward situations, romantic/sexual tension, smut/eventual smut, explicit language, more tba.. projected word count: 5k-10k, but could be more teaser word count: 806 drop me an ask/comment if you'd like to be added to a taglist!

× from cakes ruined at the last minute to entourage arguments at boutiques, being a wedding planner has been such an experience that you're quite literally prepared for anything at this point.. apart from finding out the best man for your new clients' wedding is the guy you had a one-night stand with six weeks ago. you weren't prepared for that. ×

A sweltering day at the height of summer. No cloud to be seen in the sky, it's the middle of the day, and the bag you're carrying may as well have clumps of lead in it.

For the first meeting with new clients, it's always pertinent to you to bring everything you feel is absolutely necessary. Magazines, portfolios, your laptop for research and the star of it all: your planner.

Old thing, it was. You've had it with you since you first started this career and somehow you hadn't filled it to its brim. With each new planning session you wept a shadow of a tear at the thought of needing to replace it, but today is not that day.

When you arrive at the house, you first take note of its exterior, then pull out your phone and whip straight to your emails just to make sure you have got the right address..

One check, brilliant. No need to amble around aimlessly.

Popping your phone back in your pocket, you readjust the stone on your shoulder before trudging up to the front door. A loud huff leaves your lips as you press the doorbell, then shift gears to a polite smile, ready to tackle the first of many meetings.

Within seconds the door opens. A man with blonde hair beams at the sight of you. "Ah! You must be the wedding planner!"

Your teeth gleam to challenge the sun as you extend your right hand, "That would be me! N, it's nice to meet you."

"Hi, N." He takes your hand and shakes it. "I'm Seungcheol." Seungcheol lets go then yells into the house, "Jeonghan! It's N, the wedding planner!"

"Oh! Give me one second," calls another man's voice. Immediately you register the names to make sure you don't forget them.

Seungcheol looks back at you. "Come in!" His smile grows and he steps to the side. You give him an appreciative nod and take one step into the house.

The scent of cooking wafts straight into your airspace and you catch a tiny glimpse of a man scurrying around in the kitchen. Seungcheol moves to stand beside you and says, "Oh! By the way, my best man is here."

This catches you by surprise, though it's not entirely uncommon. You have had clients in the past have their friends and relatives sit with them during meetings.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he's in the living ro- Oh, there he is."

Seungcheol gestures vaguely past your shoulder and you pivot.

In the doorway to the living room, a man with dark, tousled hair, wearing a simple, casual outfit with a pair of glasses, stands with his shoulder pressed against the frame. At that moment, Jeonghan calls for Seungcheol, and Seungcheol is gone in a flash.

The second you lock eyes, something feels off.

The best man stares at you for an incomprehensible amount of time, to the point you cock a brow and defensively say, "Can I help you?" It's not exactly the best foot forward to make enemies right out the gate, but this man's eyes are a little too fixed on your person for your liking..

When the words leave your lips, he becomes a ghost. He averts his gaze and looks directly at the floor, stuffing his hands in his pockets and gnawing at his lip. "S- Sorry." There's something else he wants to say but just won't.

For some reason, it's bothering you.

But not just that.. he's bothering you.

Not really because he stared at you - though that was rather uncomfortable - no, there's something else.

You look askance and delicately place your bag on the floor. This is now starting to eat away at you and you don't understand where this has come from.

Taking a chance to look at him again, you start trying to place what exactly it is that is so.. bizarre about this meeting.

It's almost as if you've met before.

Before you can fit the puzzle together, the fiancés leave the kitchen; Jeonghan greets you, elated to finally get started with the planning. He notices the man in the doorway and makes a gentle, playful quip about it.

"Oh, I see you've met the best man," he giggles.

"N- Not exactly.." you fumble to say, which in and of itself is incredibly ridiculous.

The best man steps forward and makes himself known. You give him his full attention, and trip at the sight of his outstretched hand.

"Hi. I'm Wonwoo."

His tone is polite, neutral and almost suave. A hint of a smile clips through the corners of his mouth and it's then that it finally clicks.

Two tequila shots. Dancing. A bed. His voice.

When you take his hand, lightning strikes on his face.

"Hi. I'm N."

Familiarity, with a fresh side of what the absolute fuck.

× yoo-jeongneon ×

[yoo-jeongneon]

the last two on earth | j.ww

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× main masterlist × pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader genre: romance, slice of life warnings: established relationship, suggestive, neck kissing, making out on a sofa, implied smut, explicit language, ww and reader are very much in love word count: 696

In this world, the pair of you feel like the last two on earth.

Wonwoo laces your fingers together and pulls you around to face him as you stroll down the empty hallway towards your apartment. The chuckle that lights his whole world falls out of you as he snakes his arms around your waist and brings you close.

He bites his lip, not even hiding a smirk as you kiss; his teeth brush your tongue, making your knees disappear.

Throwing your arms around his neck, your eyes flutter shut and a soft groan leaves your throat. Wonwoo almost claws into your back, wanting you so close so as to feel you inside him.

God, he's so obsessed with you.

And you him. From the word go of your relationship a year prior you had been completely wrapped up in each other. You both of course still had your own lives, but the love never went away, even past the honeymoon phase.

"N.." he growls into your neck. Your jaw tips open at the sensation of his teeth against the pulse point, fingers losing themselves in his hair as you cry his name. With a soft push your back is on the wall next to the door of your apartment, and his eyes almost burst behind their lids as your knee pushes up between his thighs.

Wonwoo's lips trail back up to yours, devouring you as you reach back for the keypad to your flat. "I- ah- gotta get the- hng- door-"

He doesn't draw back too far, putting just enough space so you can turn and enter the four digit code properly. Immediately his hands are on your hips and he's kissing across your shoulder. You can feel the tent through his jeans and it's driving you senseless.

The green flash allows you to open the door, and the two of you fall into the apartment.

Wonwoo closes the door behind him and within seconds you're facing him again, pushing off his jacket and letting it fall onto the floor. You both kick off your shoes then find your way into the living room. Wonwoo lands on the sofa then pulls you onto him, latching onto your collarbone.

"God, please-" you call out, grabbing his hair.

"What do you need, love?" He gazes up at you through his lashes. You look down and cup his jaw; his eyes flicker, even in the dimly lit room when you remember in the haze of being so eager, neither of you had turned on a light.

In that moment, you're caught in his expression. His wrecked hair and beautiful eyes.

He stares up at you; you're the only one in the world.

"Fuck me, I love you so much.." you exhale. You graze his cheek with your thumb and each touch sets his insides alight.

"You have no idea how much I love you, N.." he replies wantonly, spreading his hands across the expanse of your thighs. "I feel so remarkably lucky to know you, to be with you, to love you." His words are doing a number on your heart; you weren't expecting an unflinching descent into his emotions and yet you sink into every word.

Against the backdrop of the outside world through the window, you two are silhouettes. You kiss Wonwoo fully, devotedly, almost nervously, as though it's the first time your lips have ever touched. He senses this and brings his cool hands to your face as you move yours down the length of his body.

"N, my love, tell me what you need," he mutters against you.

You nearly chuckle at this, unable to say any more than, "I need.. you."

In all the ways he could give himself, though he'd do that every time. Not a moment he's not giving his full and complete self. He takes your lead, following each request and never failing to ask once, twice, three times if necessary, so he knows that you're okay.

Not a moment slips by between you, and it's into the night that you lose yourselves to each other, unable to fathom just how heavy your heart bleeds when it's beating this hard.

× yoo-jeongneon ×

[yoo-jeongneon]

undo every button.. (even if one goes missing) | j.ww

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pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: romance

warnings: actor!wonwoo, actor!reader, smut, explicit language, acquaintances-to-lovers, director is an impatient bastard, awkward tension, confessions, flirtatious banter

smut warnings: afab anatomy used, fingering (reader), unprotected oral (both), cum swallowing, pet names (reader: babe, gorgeous, beautiful), quite passionate/intense, skipping sex due to not having a condom

word count: very nearly 4.6k

a/n: this is a one-shot from my old blog that i decided to repost here - let me know what you think, feedback is much appreciated!

× you and wonwoo are actors who have been called upon to star in a steamy music video. the three-day filming period is rather awkward, and things finally snap on the third day.. ×

The camera's eye is so hot on the two of you it could practically burn a hole through your skin.

You stand between Wonwoo's legs, hands on his shoulders, wearing nothing but a white button down and some black underwear. In contrast, Wonwoo is shirtless with the flies of his trousers undone; his hands ghost over your hips, still keeping that barrier between you, his palms growing sweatier by the second.

Wonwoo had been instructed to strip you down, roughly, with as much passion needed to convey the appropriate emotions. He needs to rip open the shirt, exposing nothing underneath, and kiss down the centre of your body.

Of course, with clever editing not much is seen, but the implication needs to be there and more importantly, needs to be clear.

So, the director encourages him, pushing him towards that goal of indicating such fiery intent that it would be obvious that he can't hold back.

Your eyes travel down to him, your mind an absolute mess of emotions when Wonwoo is this close to you. You want nothing more than for Wonwoo to just do it, take everything off and sink his teeth in. Dip his tongue below and ravage you. Pin you down to this very bed and fuck you stupid.

But Wonwoo becomes frozen.

His fingers dance across the space above your hips, unable to bring himself to do what the director has asked of him. He looks askance, gazing down at the floor as his stress levels peak.

Eventually he lowers his hands, resting them on his thighs, and calls for a five minute breather.

You can't help a sigh leaving your lips; a mix of uneasiness and confusion. You can't read Wonwoo's mind, how are you supposed to understand what exactly is going on in it?

Vexed as fuck, wishing the work day would just end, the director mumbles, "Cut.." You step back and sit on the stool by the dressing table, one leg crossed over the other. Standing between you, the director doesn't hide his frustration as he says, "When you're ready, do let us know."

The entire crew leaves the room with him, and once his back is turned, you roll your eyes, loathing how impatient he can be.

When you finally look over at Wonwoo, you realise he hasn't moved a single muscle.

"Um.." you swallow, "are you alright?"

He doesn't look up at you, and instead quietly says, "I don't know.."

There are a thousand gears turning in his head and he wants to throw a wrench in every single one. You watch him from across the room, thirty seconds of silence dissolving into an eternity.

Picking at a stray bit of lint on his trousers, Wonwoo closes his eyes and exhales. You get up and pace around the room, stopping by the window to get a view of the city.

You never realised just how beautiful it looks from this high up. Streetlights twinkle like stars on the roads below, and the distant noise of nightlife is only barely muffled by the glass that separates you.

You fold your arms after a time, shoulders tensing to your ears as you become painfully aware of Wonwoo's presence in the room. For the longest time, you figured if you never had to work in such close proximity to him, the feelings would go away and you could move on with your life.

But life dealt you a daunting card, and now you stand just inches away from the man himself, shirtless and completely unaware of exactly what it took for you to even be in the same room, let alone like this.

Behind you, you catch the faint rustling of sheets. You don't dare look back, choosing to keep your gaze fixed on the world in front of you.

Once Wonwoo reaches the end of the bed, he stands. He takes careful steps towards you, the subtle creaks of the floor beneath his feet an agonising reminder that he's spent too long hoping. Too long wishing. Too long imagining.

Not enough action.

Every centimetre of space lost is truly a test in and of itself. Does Wonwoo stop here and turn away? Does he call it quits with the director and run for the hills?

Or does he recognise the beautiful, smart, headstrong, fearless person who's a master of their craft standing right in front of him.. and actually make something known of this attraction?

By the time he's figured it out, he's standing directly behind you.

Damned if he fucking doesn't.

"N.." he murmurs, and it almost makes you jump. His voice drips beneath the base of your spine and down, and you swallow hard as it sinks in just how close he is. "There's something I need to say.."

Right now, you would very much like the ground beneath you to open a giant wormhole.

You bite down on your bottom lip and can only manage a whisper, "Yeah?"

With a sigh, Wonwoo says it point-blank, "I am so fucking crazy about you."

You suck in a breath. Your knees go completely weak and you have to close your eyes for a few seconds.

He did not just say that.

"And before you ask, no, I'm not lying," he forces a chuckle out, and that's what makes you finally turn around and look at him.

You search his face for some tiny crack in the seam, a sign that he's just messing with you, and that he did not just confess attraction for you while you're standing there yearning for him to turn you inside out.

But there's nothing of the sort. Wonwoo's expression remains wholly sincere. "That's why I've been so.. awkward these past couple of days. When I took on this project, I knew exactly what it entailed. I knew I'd be working with you and.. I genuinely thought I could do it without completely losing it but my feelings for you are just too strong."

Every word he says is just another punch to the gut. You truly had no idea he felt this way about you, but you suppose putting the whole thing into perspective, it makes some semblance of sense, even if it is crazy.

It then becomes apparent that if you don't say anything now, you'll probably never speak again.

"I really genuinely can't believe you just said that," you mutter quite neutrally, looking elsewhere so you don't have to make eye contact with him for more than a second. Wonwoo tugs at the inside of his lip; your remark feels rather blasé, but in your mind it's to circumvent wanting to bury your head in the sand and scream.

You sigh dreamily into the open air, "Because, lord, how am I meant to say this now.."

Wonwoo lifts his head. Say what? He can't help but feel he's just made an awkward situation even more uncomfortable.

"Wonwoo.." you exhale. "You have no idea how I feel about you." When your eyes meet, Wonwoo bites down on his tongue hard. You push your shoulders back, lifting your chin and doing so with purpose. "Because I am immensely insane about you." Before you know it, you can't stop. "And that scene just now, with me standing between your legs, I literally couldn't think, I just wanted you to-" You cut yourself off, and notice Wonwoo's eyes have darkened significantly.

He takes a step closer to the point it's stifling, "Wanted me to do what?" He can't help the vaguest smirk, a certain new confidence washing over him.

You pan down to his chest. You lift a hand, keeping it at a distance until Wonwoo takes it and places it just beneath the collarbone. Beneath it all, you can feel his heart thudding at a ridiculous pace, and you can tell it matches your own.

Wonwoo feels that spark the second your hand is on him. He struggles to keep his composure, wanting to give himself over completely, undo you in ways that have you screaming his name while letting you have your way with him.

The moment you look up into his eyes, your strong gaze bringing you both to the point of no return, Wonwoo knows you're both in for something much longer than a five minute breather.

"Everything the director asked for and more."

Wonwoo gulps. "N?"

"Yes?" you lift a brow.

"..Can I kiss you?"

Your lips tilt up. "Yes."

In an instant, Wonwoo crashes his lips against yours, snaking his arms around your body and pulling you impossibly close. A surprised yelp leaves your throat before you kiss back with just as much vigour, throwing your arms around his shoulders and arching your back into his grasp.

You move in unison to the end of bed and Wonwoo collapses down, placing you back in the position you were in minutes earlier. Thinking back to the director's instruction, Wonwoo rips the shirt open and kisses down the length of your body, tongue lapping over every inch of skin like it's a carnal need.

His mouth is so hot on your otherwise cool skin that you gasp for air, fingers tugging every strand of his locks urging him to go lower.

"Fuck, gorgeous," he groans against your navel, "you are stunning." He wraps his lips around one nipple, thumb teasing the other and a loud moan throttles out of your throat.

"Wonwoo-" You throw your head back at the pleasure coursing through your body as Wonwoo switches.

"What do you need, beautiful?" He doesn't relent, his tongue working hard on the buds until they're both stiff.

"You- fuck, touch me-" you beg, and Wonwoo chuckles as he slips a thumb inside your underwear and rubs circles on your clit. You convulse, twisting in the firm hold he has on your waist with just one hand, thighs already shaking at just a simple touch.

"Jesus, N, so wet for me.." he murmurs. He growls a little as he presses his thumb harder, rubbing faster, watching as you lose all balance and throw yourself forward. You clutch his shoulders and screw your eyes shut, moaning and whimpering as you reach your release. "That's it.."

"Oh- oh- fuck, Won-" You dig your nails into his shoulders and cry out as Wonwoo pushes the fabric aside and massages your folds, the tips of his fingers teasing your entrance. You twitch and contort and clench around nothing, holding on for dear life as Wonwoo sings praise after praise into your ear. "Wonwoo-"

"Yes?" he exhales.

"Please, more-"

"Yeah?" He pushes the tips of his fingers in and stars burst in your vision. "Like that?"

"Yes- ah- fuck-"

Wonwoo chuckles mischievously as he pushes one digit in, gently followed by the second with your permission. He curves his fingers inside, trying to find the spot to make you shriek.

"Ah-" you cry, already on the precipice and struggling to form any coherent thought when his slender fingers are buried. No room for thinking about what those fingers could do anymore when they're making mean work of your insides. "Gonna- fuck- gonna-"

"Go on, beautiful, let go, that's it-" The tips of his fingers just brush that spot, making you melt away into a puddle. "Fuck, so good, so, so good-" he husks, his fingers coated in your wetness. The strain of his cock in his briefs is becoming more and more unbearable and he grunts involuntarily, but remains focused on your pleasure all the while. He speeds up his movements and watches as you shudder in his hold, crying his name as you come undone.

Wonwoo pulls his fingers away, and you nearly fall into his lap; you then take his hand and bring the two digits to his mouth, lips curved upwards in a devilish smirk. Wonwoo gets the hint and drags his lips over the two digits, making a low noise at the back of his throat as he savours your taste.

Cupping his jaw, you capture Wonwoo's lips in another kiss, knee pressed firmly into the mattress just to keep yourself steady. Your tongues move back and forth to the point you can taste yourself, and a tight moan punches out of you.

Wonwoo falls back on the bed. His cock is now so painfully hard he has to cup a hand over it just for some relief.

You break the kiss and look down, seeing the noticeable tent that has formed in his trousers. You run your tongue over your lips and ask, "May I?"

Wonwoo knows exactly what you want to do, and his heart can't stop racing. "Please-" You smirk then push your hand down the open fly in his trousers and stroke softly through the fabric of his briefs. Wonwoo bucks his hips up, jaw tipping open as his eyes close.

With one hand resting on the bed, you up the pace. "Does that feel good?" you breathe into his ear, and Wonwoo wonders if he hasn't just died and gone to heaven.

"So good, fuck.. More, N, please-"

With an idea in mind, you take your hand out, causing Wonwoo to groan at the loss of contact. You chuckle at that, "One second.." You tug at the waistband of his trousers and Wonwoo gets the idea, helping to take them off and throw them aside. Next go his briefs, Wonwoo's hard cock curving upwards to his stomach.

"Holy shit-" you blurt.

Wonwoo smirks, unable to get rid of that mischievous glint in his eye as he watches you wrap a hand firmly around the base. He grunts, rolling his hips upward as you get down on your knees.

Pushing himself up, he watches as you gaze up at him, giving him a wink as you press a kiss to his inner thigh.

The second he realises what you want to do, he swallows. "You sure, N?"

Your eyes flicker up, "Mhm. I wanna make you feel good."

Wonwoo takes a deep breath, "If anything changes, or you wanna stop, grip my hand okay?"

Your heart flutters in your chest, "I will." You press another kiss to his thigh, and Wonwoo's eyes close.

In his own flustered state, he can't stand the teasing.

"N, babe, please-" The pet name is unexpected but definitely not unwelcome. You smile to yourself, heart ricocheting off every part of your body, and slowly bring your mouth to the tip of his leaking cock.

The sound that shudders out of Wonwoo is the guttural cry of a man teetering on the edge. He threads his fingers through your hair, wanting nothing more than for you to take him whole and suck him dry.

"N- fuck-" He pushes his hips up, wanting, needing something more, but you take your time, running your tongue down the underside and back up to the head. "Oh, God-"

With your hand still wrapped around the base, you take the head into your mouth and suck gently. It's absolutely mind-blowing how you could do so little and yet have this effect on him.

You moan subtly, causing tiny vibrations to surge through his body, and he almost falls back on the bed, unable to keep himself upright when everything you're doing below is murderous.

Eventually, Wonwoo finds the resolve to glance down, and you meet him half-way, glazed eyes glimmering against the warm hues of the floor lamp in the corner of the room.

Fuck, he's in trouble. Fuck, he's going to lose it. Fuck, he wants to ruin you.

You steadily take his entire cock in, breathing through the nose as you hollow out. He's fairly big, and the tip hits the back of your throat, but you do not mind one bit.

Wonwoo feels as though he's legitimately glitching out. The warmth of your mouth and the soft swipes of your tongue across every inch of his cock is doing him under in ways he wasn't prepared for.

"Jesus, fuck, N.. God, that feels so good-" You moan weakly at the praise, sending yet another jolt through him. He tightens his grip on your hair ever so slightly, and it only pushes you to work harder. "Fuck, your mouth is, ah-" He rolls his hips up, essentially fucking into your mouth, each push causing another sound to push out of your throat. "God, babe, I'm not gonna last-"

You then grip his hand, and Wonwoo immediately shifts, loosening his grip and giving you room to pull off his cock.

But you don't distance yourself too much, only muttering, "Come for me, I'll take it," before sinking back down.

Wonwoo short-circuits. His breath hitches as you lick at the tip, and he shudders and breaks as he comes hard in your mouth.

You take every last bit, stroking the base of Wonwoo's cock until he eventually stops. You pull back with a smug grin, licking over your lips before getting to your feet.

Wonwoo struggles to breathe as he comes down, groaning loudly into the air above him as he falls back onto the bed. You climb onto the bed and straddle him, and he instantly finds the strength to sit up and ardently tear the shirt off you, throwing it aside before you switch positions.

Wonwoo pins you to the bed, devouring your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Fuck, I want you so bad-" he moans between kisses.

You whimper and reach for the waistband of your underwear, trying to push them down before Wonwoo takes the reins and pulls them off, discarding them along with the shirt. You spread your legs wide and Wonwoo can only stare at the glisten of arousal.

"Please-" you beg. "Want your mouth.."

Wonwoo smiles knowingly, then lowers himself until he's level with your clit before pressing a kiss just above. You moan and reach down to grip his hair, which only spurs him on.

He tests the waters with a single lick to the bud. You grab the sheets, your hips flexing up into him, and Wonwoo dives in, steadily, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking delicately, choosing to also take his time. He holds onto you thighs and buries his face into your folds, running his tongue up and down the length before working his way back up the clit.

Each new ministration is dangerous. You buck into his mouth helplessly, aching for more of him, fingers locked in his hair as you cry out his name.

Wonwoo claws his fingers into your thighs, trapping himself there, then draws one hand up the length of your body. You grab his hand and hold on, unable to think, speak or function properly in the foggy haze of having exactly what you've dreamed of finally happen.

"Ah- ah-" Very few coherent words can be uttered, the sounds a mix of jumbled letters and strained noises. "Ple- Won- ah.."

Wonwoo understands he's been asked after, and draws back just briefly. "What do you need, babe?" His lips reattach to the clit and he sucks a little more fervently.

"To- Tongue- oh.." You clasp his hand harder as Wonwoo brushes the tip of his tongue against your entrance. "Yes- please-"

Pulling away for a mere second, Wonwoo breathes in his lowest voice, "Let me hear you, babe.. I got you."

Wonwoo plunges into your heat and you spring off the bed. "Fuck- Wonwoo!"

Wonwoo can't help a smile forming as he pushes his tongue deeper inside; that's exactly what he was after.

Your moans turn to heavy panting as Wonwoo laps at the warmth, pushing his tongue in and out before licking one long stripe up the centre and back down again. He devours like a man starved, eyes closed and brows knitted together and revels in every sound you make.

Wonwoo thinks for a brief second that you'll let go of his hand, but when you only tighten your grip, hips stuttering into him with a litany of curses spilling from your mouth, he knows you're close. He wraps his lips around the bud again and hums, and that's what finally throws you over the edge.

It's only then that you let go of his hand, resting the back of it on your forehead as tears sting the back of your eyes.

Wonwoo helps you through it, relaxing his muscles and letting the moment sit for a while. Drawing back, he runs his tongue over his lips and swipes the remains off his chin.

He crawls up the bed until he's eye level, and your eyes - dazed and off-kilter from everything that's just happened - flutter open. You're barely able to take in the sight of Wonwoo hovering above you before you're wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him down. Wonwoo follows eagerly, kissing so tenderly, and you get another quick taste before Wonwoo is dragging his lips down to your neck.

With one hand on your hip bone, the other keeping himself steady on the pillow, Wonwoo buries his head in the crook of your neck and kisses ardently. You gasp, keening into him as you dig your fingers into his lower back.

Wonwoo grunts then says into you ear, "How did that feel?"

You wish you could form enough comprehensible speech to answer.

Gazing up at him, you reach up to cup his jaw and meekly whisper, "So fucking good, you are.." Wonwoo smiles, heartfelt, and presses a kiss to your forehead. You hum; this proximity is kind of surreal, and you want to bask in this moment forever. "How did-" your eyes flicker down, "that feel?"

Wonwoo gets it immediately. "N, you've got no fucking idea," he laughs, but means it sincerely. "What you did? Insane."

Your eyes find each other, and something stirs in both of you. Wonwoo leans down and presses another kiss to your lips that you return, before you grab his face between your palms and deepen it.

Wonwoo mutters between kisses, "Do you wanna do this?"

"God, yes, please fuck me-" you answer. Wonwoo's heart jumps into his throat, and he goes back to indulging you in kisses.

You both want this so fucking bad, but the second Wonwoo climbs into position, reality hits him and he breaks away.

You stare at him, a little bewildered, but Wonwoo leans down and whispers, "Ain't got a condom."

Your eyes go wide, "Oh, shit."

Wonwoo utters a fuck under his breath and turns to lay on his side next to you. He lets out a chuckle, "Ah, Jesus.."

"And I don't have one either.." you mutter. Wonwoo leans into your side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder with a soft grin on his face.

Both of you are no doubt disappointed, but you have a bit of fun with it.

"Do you think the director would mind if we went and got some?" Wonwoo jokes. You erupt in laughter and nudge him. "Uh, yeah, excuse me, N and I desperately wanna fuck, but no condoms, can we go buy some?"

You laugh harder, and Wonwoo's face lights up at that sound.

That's when you catch yourselves staring at one another again.

This entire situation has changed everything.

Neither of you could deny your feelings, and you had just spent a fair bit of time showing each other exactly how you feel, but now it's come to actually talking about it.

"N, I.." Wonwoo mumbles. "I wanna see you again," he says, outright. "I wanna-" He cuts himself off at the sight of your glazed, beautiful eyes. He swallows the lump in his throat and continues, "I wanna be with you."

You bite your bottom lip then sigh, "I want that too."

Wonwoo's shoulders tense. He gathers up whatever's left of his courage and asks, "Would you.. like to come to my place? Say, this Friday?"

A warm smile trickles onto your face, "I would love that."

He mirrors your expression, then leans down to kiss you again. You stay like that until a thought pops into your head. "Do you think the director has caught onto what we've been doing?"

Wonwoo pulls away and hums. "Well if he hasn't yet, then-" As if on cue, a knock at the door. "Ah." Caught off guard, you throw your head back in laughter.

On the other side of the door, a now infuriated director huffs and shouts, "Are you two done with your five minute breather?"

Wonwoo nestles close to you, "It would be rude to ask for five more minutes, wouldn't it?"

You hit his shoulder lightly, "Wonwoo!" He chuckles before meeting your lips again, your smiles turning into another intense kiss as Wonwoo runs his hand down the side of your body and raises your leg up. Your chest tightens at the sensation, a soft whimper leaving the back of your throat.

..It would be rude to ask for five more minutes.

Another loud knock interrupts them, and you finally break away with a sigh. "We probably shouldn't keep them waiting," you admit.

Wonwoo eventually agrees, slightly peeved but nonetheless understanding. "One second!" he yells out to the director.

You sit up first, leaving him to lie on his back and stare at the ceiling just to process this. You titter at the mess around you of bunched up clothes in tiny piles at the foot and the side of the bed, then reach forward to grab the shirt so you can put it back on.

With six buttons done up, you go to do the seventh, when you notice something out of the ordinary. Your brows furrow as your thumb recognises no plastic to hold onto, and when you look down and inspect further, you snort and cover your face.

Wonwoo catches this and lifts a brow, "What's up?"

"Come here," you beckon him over. He sits up and pushes himself down the length of the bed, pecking your shoulder once more before resting his chin on it. "So.. you know they talk about blurring the lines between what is and what isn't acting?" He hums affirmatively. You alert him to what you found and he stares at it. "Does a missing button fall under that?"

It takes him two seconds, but then, "Oh, shit-"

You laugh as Wonwoo launches off the bed in a desperate search for this missing button. He stops to throw his briefs back on, then kneels on the floor to check under the bed. You do the same with your underwear then lean over to where he's searching. "Any luck?"

"No.. and both our phones are in our rooms so we don't have a torch." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "Did I really rip the shirt open so hard a button flew off?"

"Ah, I think it's alright." He looks up at you. "If they do notice a torn off button, well that's all part of the act, isn't it?" you wink, leaning close to him.

Wonwoo freezes in place; another knock makes him jump, and he steals a kiss before moving to put his trousers back on. You make yourself comfortable at the end of the bed while Wonwoo heads for the door to open it.

The director storms in and stops between the two of you.

"So-" he starts, "are we now a bit more prepared to film this scene?"

You suppress a smile by biting down on your lip, and Wonwoo can't help a smirk as he looks at you and answers the query.

"Definitely.. though we may have a missing button."

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pairing: kim hongjoong x park seonghwa x gn!reader

genre: slice of life, romance

warnings: established poly relationship, fluff, allusions to sex, alcohol/food/eating, references to rough work schedules and strict sleeping routines, stargazing

word count: 1.1k

a/n: for the wonderful sky, aka @pocketjoong. i really hope you enjoy this short sweet one-shot (and perhaps it is an extremely belated birthday present!) p.s: i don't know if you've seen that poll going round - "is the person you reblogged this from sun/moon etc. coded" - but while of course you are sky coded, you are very star coded to me: much like a star, whenever you pop up, a smile comes on my face 🫶🫶

00:03. Hongjoong has a plethora of records.

You and Seonghwa know he’d been steadily growing his collection for the last three years. A well-paying job and months of saving paid for his hobby.

Of course, the most expensive thing he needed to buy was a record player to play said discs. Hongjoong had said for the longest time that the vinyls were just aesthetic, and yet he never took his eyes off them when trawling websites into the early hours of the morning.

You and Seonghwa had pulled together enough resources to gift him one for his birthday last year, and it’s sat proudly on his desk in his studio ever since. He’ll never admit to the tears he shed and the two of you will never bring up the fact that you noticed him tucking them under his sleeve.

You both care too much to embarrass him.

-×-

00:27. Seonghwa can’t remember the last time he stayed up so late.

He thanks - or blames - his sleeping schedule for sending him to bed before the clock strikes twelve. It’s a price to pay when the workload is so rough it calls for a routine so strict.

He told himself he could let go this weekend. He’d had too many stresses and with a vacation week right around the corner, he knows he can let it go for a few days.

You let him rest his head on your lap even still, the fatigue catching up when he remembers how many hours he’s spent staring at screens. When you thread your fingers through his hair, it’s a lot softer than you ever remember it being.

A smile lands on your face. “You used the hair mask I bought you.”

Seonghwa’s eyes are closed and his breathing is so calm and even. The faint click-clack of Hongjoong messing around on his computer is briefly interrupted.

Seonghwa grins. “I hadn’t pampered myself in some time.”

Hongjoong’s heart swells, as does your own. It’s the kind of care you’re both happy Seonghwa gave himself.

-x-

00:54. You always meld into that one spot on the leather sofa.

Its wrinkles and creases understand your presence. It’s your home away from home, your favourite sweater; anytime Hongjoong finds you sitting there he becomes so overwhelmed, but hides it behind a mere dimpled grin. “That’s become your favourite spot,” he once remarked.

The acknowledgment made you shy. “It’s really nice to sit here.”

Hongjoong would later tell you exactly how that made him feel. He would show you too, breathing fanning on your neck, Seonghwa’s lips on your shoulder.

Seonghwa provides a demo over the track Hongjoong is playing around with; there’s no mic, it’s not being recorded anywhere, but you listen to his quiet humming regardless.

It ticks something in your brain and you throw in some light harmonies. Hongjoong wishes he could capture it but doesn’t move.

That’s a memory he can save for later.

-×-

01:13. The three of you don’t know when it clicked.

There were days you would stroll through the local grocery store as a trio, little fingers hooked together and it didn’t mean a thing. Still, it meant everything.

The simplicity of knowing, the beauty of feeling, it’s never needed any words to make sense of it.

The sense was in the making already.

Ice-cream aisles and mulling over which flavour to get knowing you all have different tastes. Reaching in your pockets and buying for each other because that’s what made you so connected.

It’s only a two-course meal tonight and Seonghwa’s cooking. Hongjoong stirs the pot and you dice the vegetables. Very few words are spoken but that’s how you know your dynamic is to die for.

You press a kiss on both of their cheeks. The three of you don’t know when it clicked.

Perhaps there was nothing to click. The foundation was there already. Their cheeks are warm. You love them.

-×-

01:28. Schedules never allowed for late night delivery.

You’re sitting in different places. No longer on the sofa, no longer resting on the lap, no longer glued to the mouse and keyboard.

But it’s a familiarity even still - you’re in a circle on the floor and Hongjoong is dishing out the meals. Seonghwa offers you some of his food, and you make sure Hongjoong has enough for himself, and Hongjoong fills Seonghwa’s water up so he stays hydrated.

“I should put a record on,” says Hongjoong.

Seonghwa smiles. “Play our favourite.”

-×-

01:42. It’s at times like these you remember why you love each other.

Hongjoong has been told twice to keep his voice down and you’re laughing your head off at a joke Seonghwa told. There’s a mess you have to clean but that can wait a little while.

Hongjoong takes your hand and pulls you close to him. You share a kiss as the low hum of a 70s record plays in the background. Seonghwa soon follows and he’s twirling Hongjoong around in an effort to get him to dance.

Grabbing the camera off the desk, you take so many pictures of this moment.

“What a miracle: Hongjoong’s dancing and Seonghwa isn’t it bed yet!” you chuckle.

They love you so much.

-×-

02:00. There’s a perfect spot outside the studio to look at the stars.

It dawns on all of you that it’s something you’ve never done before. Seonghwa is upset at this fact, and takes this as an opportunity to gather some blankets together and put them down on a grass verge.

When you step outside, it’s incredibly brisk, but one look up and you notice it’s a completely clear night.

As though the clouds knew you had a prior engagement with the stars.

Seonghwa takes a seat in the middle, and taps the two spaces either side of him excitedly.

Hongjoong left the door open slightly, and one of the records was still playing.

You had brought the three beer bottles that you’d ordered with your delivery, but hadn’t opened yet.

As though it was tradition, you open each other’s bottles and clink the necks together to make the most satisfying sound.

With a single sip, Hongjoong exhales. “I hope we can do this more often.”

Seonghwa’s eye catches Orion’s belt. “If it’s clear, perhaps we could do this every night next week.”

You rest your head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, and your hand reaches round to clasp fingers with Hongjoong.

“Let’s toast to a week of clear skies. Maybe the universe will listen.”

You make a toast, and the soft crackles of the record indicate the song is nearing its close.

Against the silence of night, you gaze up at the stars.

-×-

02:20.

Whenever it clicked, you’re glad it did.

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× an apartment block remains uninhabited for six years, and sits a good three miles from any civilisation. local people call it the silent dweller, as there is no evidence to suggest anybody has ever moved in. you, a journalist, decide to visit the apartment block, only to discover a mystery in the form of thirteen residents. ×

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When our conversation was done, Jeonghan thanked me. He expressed that it was nice to talk to someone new after years of living alone and speaking to the same few people over and over again. I merely smiled, unable to make a comment.

He opened the door to his apartment and told me to wait there while he strolled over to 5B and knocked three times. The door eventually opened, and a man with similar length, more reddish hair greeted him cheerfully, before he eyed me with confusion.

I remembered that Jeonghan had talked about him - his name was Joshua.

Jeonghan explained who I was. Joshua was intrigued; he told me they hadn't seen another person's face in years. It truly struck me then how, while solitude is a positive factor to living here, that loneliness could still be prominent.

Joshua was open to having a chat with me, after Jeonghan told him the broad strokes of what we talked about. He similarly remarked that he did indeed have a lot of things he could tell me, and even joked that my journal would be full by the end of the day.

By that point I realised the sixth floor had since gone quiet.

I rolled my shoulders back and headed over to 5B; Jeonghan then whispered something in Joshua's ear that I couldn't decipher, but it caused his jaw to drop and him to say a small 'oh, absolutely'. I didn't pry.

Jeonghan went back to his apartment, and Joshua happily invited me inside.

name: joshua hong date of birth: 30/12/1995 date moved in: 10/12/2017

Much like Jeonghan had said, 5B was equally small and the floor plan was near-identical.

We sat down beside one another on matching cream recliner chairs. They were made of velvet, and I could feel the texture between my fingers.

Between the chairs was a wooden side table with a glass top. An intricately detailed pitcher with a golden liquid sat in the middle, and four clean, delicate drinking glasses were right beside it. "Care for a drink?" he offered. I politely declined, but I confirmed if he wanted one, and said I would pour the glass. He smiled and thanked me, then lifted a glass while I poured the beverage: whiskey, with a particularly strong smell.

"Today is turning out to be quite the rollercoaster, huh?" he chuckled, taking a sip of the whiskey.

"You could certainly say that again."

"I feel as though I should apologise. You weren't expecting to wander in and find that note at the reception desk. I didn't actually think he'd do it."

"Do you have any idea of why he might have?"

Joshua shrugged. "That's something you'll have to ask him. Definitely a provocation of sorts, but honestly it's any guess with him."

I opened up my journal and started taking notes. "Jeonghan told me that there was a landlord here, but that he left before anyone moved in."

"Project Drawbridge was a failure. In every sense of the word. Too far from anyone, built on an old, desolate part of land where a warehouse once stood." My brow pricked up at that. "Oh, yeah. Used to be a waste facility if I remember rightly. Nobody was ever going to live here."

"So, why did the thirteen of you end up here, apart from the fact they were essentially free?"

Joshua took another drink of his whiskey and set it down on the side table, before looking me in the eye. "Let's just say, it gave us all the fresh start we were looking for. I suppose Junhui didn't tell you he stopped being a journalist because he feared someone finding out he lived in the 'Silent Dweller', i.e, the source of much speculation and mystery."

I shook my head, but the casual drop of such a revelation shocked me more.

"Thought not. If his company found out, he'd have to explain himself, and thus everyone knows now. He left quietly."

I sat with this information for a while. Joshua took another drink of whiskey, before getting up and walking over to the fridge. He took out a punnet of grapes then shut the door.

When he sat down on the opposite chair again, he offered me a grape. My shoulders were still tense from that information. I declined.

Details of note from our discussion:

joshua was a strategy consultant for a major business, but left not long after he moved in

project drawbridge switched contractors multiple times

2A wanted his (joshua's) apartment, but joshua refused to switch

3B leaves the apartment block the most

the last person who entered the apartment block was a potential investor, in 2020 - he heard noise coming from 1A, and thought it was haunted, promptly leaving

drawbridge drew its 'silent dweller' reputation from this event

3A is not a horrible person by any means, he just has strong opinions

1B is the youngest resident

1A is a very social person - he held a housewarming party in his apartment back in 2018

6A can be quite defensive but he's not horrible - he's really just a calm, reserved person

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You arrived at the Silent Dweller. Fitting name, you thought. Based on your research, there were eight floors and fourteen apartments: ground floor (0) had a reception desk and a wall of mailboxes, and there were two apartments on each floor from 1-7.

You took a printed photo out of your bag of what the block looked like upon completion six years ago. Holding it up in front of your face, the difference was staggering. The building now looked so desolate by comparison.

Lowering your hand, you swallowed the bitter taste of saliva down.

A chill swept over you and messed with the nearby trees. The wind whistled against the panes of glass separating the dark interiors of the building from the warm invite of the outside world.

Your car called to you, almost sounding its alarm in an attempt to get you running back to it, but it was too far away despite the thirty-second distance. You put the photo back in your bag and took a deep breath.

With your first step towards the Silent Dweller, you pushed away the warmth until you were firmly inside the building.

Six floors up, a figure stepped away from the window.

.

The first surprise was that the door was even unlocked and able to be opened. You instantly felt like the disturbance, an unwanted presence, and yet that didn't deter you. You carefully took one, two, three more steps in.

A tiny, abandoned reception desk sat immediately to your left, and ahead was both an elevator and a door leading to a set of stairs. Upon closer inspection, you recognised an OUT OF ORDER sign on the elevator, and wondered just how long that had been there and why it had never been fixed if people did actually live here.

You passed the reception desk, chest riddled with nerves and uncertainty. You caught a glimpse of a folded up piece of paper tucked under the computer's keyboard, seemingly untouched since it was first put there.

Tilting your head to the side, brows furrowed in perplexion, you tried to read the rather messy handwriting; your eyes widened in shock.

read this if you're feeling brave, nosy fucker stranger

You jolted back from the desk as though the piece of paper spoke to you. It was so unabashedly harsh that you almost wanted to turn away, but something pulled you in, and you eventually grabbed the folded page from under the keyboard and opened it up.

oh, so you actually picked this up, eh? good news you're the chosen one. kidding, of course but hey, if it makes you feel better, who am i to judge? welcome to .. what is it they call this place? the silent dweller or some shit? fucking hell it's such a shit nickname. whoever came up with it needs to be fired. i'm guessing you're not too busy because you've found time to actually come here. what a strange one you are. no one comes here, we're like the lost city of atlantis or something. we actually liked it like that, but of course there's also all the, ooh scary place, how bizarre and strange, don't go there!! we're just thirteen regular guys. we didn't bring attention to ourselves. in fact it's other people who have given this place the attention. calling it the "silent dweller" and stuff. that's why i'm calling you a nosy fucker but.. that's quite harsh actually let me go change it.. that's a bit better .. more accurately reflects you. i mean.. you are kind of a nosy fucker though.. and you're probably a journalist. even worse. if you are a journalist go straight to 6B. don't go to 3A. unless you want a fight. anyways that's it. thanks for visiting the silent dweller. or whatever you wanna call it. don't call it that though. anything but that. what a shit nickname. - 4B

You gripped the paper in your shivering hands, the intensity of the words looming over you like a warning beacon. It was like a figure tapping you once, twice, three times on the shoulder, laughing in your ear and subtly pushing you towards the stairs while castigating you for even thinking to step through the door.

and you're probably a journalist. even worse.

Wow, you thought. Read me for filth, why don't you, rang the sarcasm in your head.

if you are a journalist go straight to 6B

6B? You had no idea what you'd find there, of course, other than the man living there. Is he a journalist himself? Does he hate journalists and it's a setup for an ambush?

You looked down at the paper again.

don't go to 3A. unless you want a fight.

That was the moment you suddenly came back to life.

Your eyes widened in fear and you threw the piece of paper on the floor.

Holy fuck.. holy fuck.. people live here?!

Sweat began to build along your hairline and you clutched your bag close to you. Your legs started to shake and it felt like you were going to lose your balance.

People live here.. people live here..

The panicked voice in your head only strengthened when you looked to the ceiling. Standing outside the building, you couldn't even begin to tell that the apartment block had any residents at all.

It was called the Silent Dweller - there was no evidence to suggest..

A shiver trickled down your spine. No evidence.

That didn't necessarily mean no one moved in.

It just meant there was no record of it.

Step by step, you backed away from the elevator and set of stairs but they only seemed to be getting closer, as if the walls were narrowing the space between you.

Just then, a large gust of wind howled right through the window, and with low clouds sitting heavy in the sky, you were certain it was beginning to rain.

You drew the paper on the floor into sharp focus as it sat pristinely. The words floated their way towards you, and you remembered one section that stood out above all.

no one comes here, we're like the lost city of atlantis or something. we actually liked it like that, but of course there's also all the, ooh scary place, how bizarre and strange, don't go there!!

It was that that made you finally relax.

Thirteen regular guys, isolated in this apartment block, no evidence that they ever moved in. No one's ever come here and this block has been reduced to a shell of its imposing exterior and distance from the rest of the local community.

i mean.. you are kind of a nosy fucker though..

With firm strides, you approached the piece of paper and picked it up from the floor to give it a second read.

Whoever wrote this was deeply frustrated with both the attention, and the reputation. And the nickname.

don't call it that though. anything but that. what a shit nickname.

What a shit nickname.

Folding the piece of paper, you placed it back under the keyboard and took a breath. To your right was the wall of mailboxes. Looking closer, you noticed they were all shut tight, and you were not about to snoop and see if any were unlocked. Not your mail, not your business.

There were seven rows of mailboxes, two to each row, and there was an A and a B assigned to each number. 1A, 1B, 2A, 2B, 3A, 3B, 4A, 4B, 5A, 5B, 6A, 6B, 7A, 7B.

What struck you was that there were only thirteen residents, despite there being fourteen apartments. You pondered briefly why no one ever moved into the fourteenth apartment, or if someone did, and that they moved out.

Another glance towards the set of stairs made you feel dizzy.. Was this really a good idea? Should you really be doing this?

Perhaps it was time to leave the Silent Dw- the apartment block, get back in your car and drive away..

The phone began to ring.

Not your phone. The one at reception.

Its loud, dulcet tones reverberated off every wall like it had never seen a caller since it was first installed.

It startled you, and you placed a hand over your chest. Jesus, fuck.

Staring at the phone on the desk, you had both never been so compelled to answer, and so compelled to run at the same time.

These guys were strangers! At the end of the day, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, and there could absolutely not be a worse idea-

You picked up the phone.

Curiosity was never going to kill a journalist.

"May I just say, first of all, how completely and utterly unsurprising it is that you answered?"

You swallowed. The tone on the other end was flat, neutral, not menacing in the least and yet, that made it ten times more terrifying.

"A- Are you from 6B?"

"Let me guess, that was in that note of his? Classic move, bastard."

The last three words were muttered, and said in a way that was not directed at you. You surmised it was for the man responsible for the letter.

"Yes, I am in 6B." The sigh of exasperation was palpable. "I suppose he also put something to the effect of 'go there if you're a journalist' or something?"

You furrowed your brows. This was deeply disconcerting. "Y- Yes. How did you-"

"Because he has a propensity for pissing me off. It's his bread and butter." Another sigh. "I guess if you'd like to come up you can."

You were ready to fling the phone to the other side of the room. "Come up?" you asked, flabbergasted.

"Yes? I wouldn't mean it in any other way."

"Well.." You hedged your bets for mere seconds. "Is there a reason why 4B may have directed me to you?"

"So you are a journalist," he said noncommittally. There was a drawn out pause. "I'll say this. I share your experience."

For a second, you thought you knew what he meant, but in the end realised you would never know unless you actually had a conversation with him. "Right. And 3A?"

"Oh, don't tell me he mentioned that.."

"Only in part. Just a word about not going to 3A unless I want a fight."

"For your own sake, I'd actually listen to that."

Joys, you thought. Someone in this apartment actively wants to spar. Can't imagine what that would be like.

"As I said, I am in 6B. Sixth floor. Don't take the elevator, it's been broken for.. months."

"You never called the maintenance people?"

"And call greater attention by actually announcing that people live here? We've already got the name and the bloated stories, let us enjoy our solitude."

You hummed at that, unable to argue, while also unable to reconcile that you were essentially disrupting said solitude.

The man at the other end sensed this hesitation. "I would like to believe you've come from genuine understanding. An empathetic perspective. Rather than to drill holes in our walls and yell our names to the public."

You considered the words as you chewed on the inside of your lip, nerves teeming through every pore. "I didn't come here with the idea that someone definitely did live here. In fact, when I saw the note and read it and it sank in that people did, I was ready to go and leave you all! I feel like I've disturbed you and I don't want to cause you further trouble.."

The man scoffed a little, a tiny smirk forming. "Then I welcome you to the Silent Dweller. We all genuinely hate that nickname."

The humour wasn't lost and you couldn't help but chuckle. What a bizarre exchange. "Is there a name you would all prefer?"

"Call it by its project name. Do you know it?"

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head to yourself. He chuckled at the silence, waiting patiently to see if you'd answer.

For a second you thought you weren't going to give into this game, but you figured you'd rather just say it and not throw the whole conversation to the void.

"Project Drawbridge. Or just Drawbridge for short. Because of its distance from the local community, it was likened to needing a drawbridge to get to it, like you'd need one for a castle."

You didn't see it, but the man smiled. "6B. And what is your name?"

With a huff, you pushed your shoulders back. "N."

"Well, N, I will see you in a few minutes."

The phone clicked, and you put the receiver down.

You couldn't even begin to comprehend what just happened there.

The folded piece of paper that you tucked back under the keyboard almost started clawing its way out from its grasp. Picking it up again, you shoved it in your bag and inhaled, then exhaled.

6B. I guess I shouldn't keep him waiting.

What the fuck was going on? You found you didn't have much time to answer. Your hand was already pushing the door to the stairs, bypassing the elevator as both the OUT OF ORDER sign and the man from 6B instructed.

The second you were in the stairwell, you wrapped your arms around yourself. There was zero insulation and although the fire exit was shut, it still seemed to be letting in a draft somehow. You wondered if there was a stray window open somewhere.

Gazing up, you saw the flights of stairs that would take you between all seven of these floors.

Two flights of stairs later and you were confronted with a closed set of double doors that led to the first pair of apartments. You didn't dawdle, and continued the path up the stairs, tensing slightly at the third floor when you remembered 3A was the apartment to avoid.

By the time you reached the sixth floor, you were quite tired.

After taking a few seconds to catch your breath, you opened one of the doors and waltzed into the open corridor.

One side, 6A.

On the other, 6B.

No noise was coming from either apartment. Nothing remarkable was to be said about them as well; they both had red doors with a gold plated number and letter in the centre near the top.

The carpet was a similar red. It was a change from the stony tile of the stairwell.

Cautiously sauntering over to 6B, you softly clenched your fist and raised it to knock on the door.

Within seconds, it opened.

A man of average height stood before you, his hair a mix of washed out blonde and brown roots that gently tugged the back of his neck. He wore a cream sweater with black jeans, and immediately you noticed something akin to a coffee stain clinging to the wool near the hem.

"My God-" you blurted, before clasping a hand over your mouth. You knew you had just been talking to this man, but seeing him in the flesh is quite surreal.

"N." He held out his hand. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You returned the gesture, shaking it. "Pleasure's all mine."

"Come in." He stepped to the side, and you nodded your head in gratitude before entering and taking off your shoes.

After shutting the door behind him, he moved to stand in front of you.

"Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Wen Junhui."

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"How about I phone him and let him know his master plan worked?"

Joshua said the two words so sarcastically I almost snorted. We had talked about the message, and I even gave it to him to read. Joshua wasn't surprised, but he also couldn't believe it.

His suggestion put me at odds. Aside from the man from 3A, the guy who wrote the message was the one I felt most worried to be confronted by. Joshua recognised this in my expression. "Trust me, Vernon's not a guy to be scared of." He unlocked his phone and tapped a few buttons.

Vernon.

The dialling tone rang so loudly I could tell Joshua had it on speaker. Eventually, a low voice spoke. "Joshua? What do you want?"

"You actually decided to run your smart mouth off in a note and leave it on the desk at reception, didn't you?"

Vernon cackled at that. "I told you I would, didn't I? Nobody believed me, well, apart from Soonyoung."

Soonyoung?

"Yeah, well your attempt at being funny has kinda cost you a bit."

The whole world seemed to go silent. Vernon didn't speak until he muttered a genuinely perplexed, "What?"

Joshua looked at me with a smug grin on his face. "Leave the door to your apartment open, you'll see why in a sec."

My face grew.. unamused at this. It was clear to me that at least some residents here were no strangers to playing games and pulling pranks but, to be pushed as a mystery to be revealed didn't feel so great.

I suppose at that point I realised just how some of them felt.

Before Vernon could reply, Joshua ended the call. He set his phone on the table and stood up, inviting me to leave the apartment with him and go downstairs to meet Vernon. I shoved my journal and pen back in my bag and followed him out of his home.

We headed down to the fourth floor. Music was coming from 4B, and 4A was comparatively quiet. I wondered if the Soonyoung that Vernon had mentioned on the phone lived in 4A..

Joshua waltzed over to 4B, but before he could knock, the door opened, and Joshua let out an, "Ah!"

"The fuck is going-" When he noticed me he jumped. "Fucking he- who the fuck-" I myself flinched at his reaction. He pointed towards me and spoke to Joshua between gritted teeth, words I couldn't make out, but I knew they were no short of bewilderment.

Joshua waved a hand. "Calm the fuck down, they just read your note and y'know.. everything you put in it."

Vernon looked as though his entire life was going to shatter. "I just put that note there to be funny! I didn't think anyone was gonna come here and read it!"

"Well, someone has! You've got a lot to answer for. Have fun!" Joshua waved, then passed me by with a smile before going back up to his apartment.

Vernon and I stood in the hallway at a distance that seemed like acres apart. I didn't want to take a single step forward, visions of the floor collapsing running rings around my head. He clutched his short, black hair and muttered something to the effect of, 'you've gotta be fucking kidding me..'

His words came back to me - 'I just put that note there to be funny!' - and told him that we didn't need to talk about it if it was all just a joke that I took way too seriously.

He let out a long, drawn sigh and said, "Do you have the note?" I confirmed and took it out of my bag to prove it. "Did you.. actually go up to 6B?"

I explained about the phone ringing at reception, and how it was 6B - Junhui - that called. I went on to tell him what subsequently happened, and he nearly disintegrated into the carpet.

"So that's the noise I heard not too long ago? Junhui and Wonwoo arguing again because.. And now you're here because.." I hid my lips and stared at the floor. "Fucking hell, Junhui."

"Again, I can leave if you-"

"No- No, um.. I guess.." He stepped to the side. "There is something I'd like to say."

name: hansol vernon chwe

date of birth: 18/02/1998

date moved in: 06/05/2019

The first thing Vernon did was turn the music off. It was 2000s indie rock, a band I probably knew but couldn't place. He exhaled and turned back to me. "I still cannot believe you read the fucking note."

I answered him honestly, "It caught my attention. Reading through it I could sense frustration. I didn't know anyone lived here, I thought it was empty just like everyone else. Finding this note is what told me differently."

"And then Junhui decided to phone reception and.. here we are." He took a seat on a bean bag chair in the corner of the room near a widescreen TV and pulled something out of his pocket. Right away I could see it was a vape. He told me to take a seat on the sofa across from him, and so I did.

I unfolded the piece of paper in my hand and decided to read some of it aloud, "'You are kind of a nosy fucker though.. And you're probably a journalist. Even worse.'"

Vernon snorted a laugh and took a hit of his vape. "I said that 'cause really, who likes journalists?" I hummed to myself; it is true, journalists aren't particularly loved. "But I don't really mean anything by it. Honestly, I was kinda freaked out that someone would genuinely visit this place and wanna write a story about it. I figured if someone did turn up, they must've done a lot of digging to work out there were people living here."

That was exactly what Wonwoo had said. I looked up at him. Vernon asked me for my name, so I told him. I then mentioned the footnote he added about not going to 3A.

"Okay, that was a bit mean of me, I must admit," he said. "He's not rude, he just doesn't like journalists. He probably won't wanna listen to whatever reasons you have for showing up. That's why I mentioned Junhui. If there was anyone who would actually wanna talk to a journalist, it was him since.. he was one, y'know."

We sat quietly for a while. I was unsure of where to take the conversation. By this point I was in way too deep, and understood more about Drawbridge than I ever thought I was going to, or cared to know for that matter.

Vernon eventually questioned why I even showed up. I explained, and I did think myself a broken record, but I knew if I ended up meeting all of them, they were all going to be curious.

"So.. you thought this building was completely empty?" I affirmed this. "Nowhere during your research of this place did anything turn up that there were people living here?"

"There have been theories, but I dismissed them as speculation." Which was true; people had wondered for months whether or not someone had actually taken up residence.

"You fell into the narrative of the 'Silent Dweller'."

My jaw clenched.

"Seriously.. who could really actually believe that no one had lived here at all?"

My heart stopped.

"I'm kinda glad you picked up the note, even if I did just leave it to be funny. Proved my point that if someone wants to go snooping, they'll latch onto any kind of evidence."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Vernon hopped up to answer it, and I was left frozen to the sofa, head emptying of any and all thoughts.

Upon opening the door, I heard one name, "Wonwoo."

"Is that journalist still here?" It was quite muffled, but I still picked up the words.

"Over there." I could feel both pairs of eyes boring into my back.

"N, is it?"

When Wonwoo called my name, I felt compelled to stand up and face him. Out of shock more than anything, but in retrospect it's no surprise that he learned my name; I think it must've been from Junhui.

"Can I.. have a word?" Vernon shot him a look, but Wonwoo ignored him. I rolled my shoulders back as best as I could and promptly left 4B. Behind me the door slammed shut, which startled both of us. Vernon had nothing more to say to me.

"Junhui and I have had a.. chat. You wanna know some things about Drawbridge, huh? You're not one of those.. shady journalists about to put us on billboards?"

Vernon's words stuck with me. At the end of the day, I did read the note. I did pick up the phone. I did answer Junhui's call to go to 6B. And now I was standing here, in front of Wonwoo, having met five out of thirteen men already and thinking I've understood more than I ever bargained for.

I shook my head before I could even think.

Wonwoo nodded once. "Let's go up to 6B. By the sounds of things, Minghao might want a word too."

I knitted my brows and followed him back up to the sixth floor. Who was Minghao?

Details of note from our discussion:

vernon shared nothing with me about the apartment, except the fact that it's hard to believe anyone fell for the 'silent dweller' narrative

he himself admits that he was mean with his note about 3A

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After Junhui saw me out, I stepped out into the hallway to find the door to 6A open; a man wearing glasses stood in the doorway.

When he saw me, his face morphed into vexation. He asked me who the 'fuck' I was, and I remember my shoulders tensing at the bite in his tone.

Junhui warned him off starting any sort of argument, and I heard the name 'Wonwoo'. So I now knew the name of the man who lived in 6A.

Wonwoo ignored Junhui's request, and told me that if I was coming to Drawbridge to get my big break, I should just turn around and leave. I opened my mouth to tell him that that was exactly what I planned on doing, but Junhui cut through and attempted to defend me.

Wonwoo interrupted him. He asked Junhui what he had told me. That was when Junhui encouraged me to leave the building while he talked to Wonwoo. Wonwoo was not happy, and started throwing pointed questions at me about my business here, whether I knew about the fact people lived here, and what digging I did to work that out. I simply explained to him everything that had happened, and he scoffed at me in disbelief.

"Bullshit, you're a journalist," is what he said to me.

I decided it was best if I just left - that's what I'd already decided to do - and pushed open the doors while the two men engaged in an altercation. I got down one flight of stairs, and jumped at the sight of another man standing outside the fifth floor hallway.

He had dark hair down to his shoulders and was wrapped up in a long knitted cardigan. He looked genuinely bewildered to see another human.

My heart was racing. I muttered an apology and continued my descent down the stairs when he stopped me.

The first thing he said was that he wasn't sure if he was imagining it when he heard something going on upstairs. What made him step out was hearing the door to Junhui's apartment open and him talking to someone.

I gave him the cliff notes of what happened and he chuckled heartily. I was quite taken aback; he didn't seem to care about me being there, and was ultimately amused by the whole situation.

"I tell you what," he said, "if you wanna know anything more about Drawbridge, I can tell you all sorts of things. My floor neighbour might have some things he wants to say as well."

My head felt like it was physically turned upside down. I had no idea what to make of anything. The argument was still going on upstairs, and the man before me just rolled his eyes at it.

"Pay no attention to them. They're like this all the time."

I told him I didn't want to step on any more toes. He stared at me for a few seconds, seemingly unsure of how to respond, but then said if I wanted to, the offer was there.

There were still too many things that intrigued me. Like.. how did anyone move in with no record? He was more than willing to tell me, he told me outright that he wanted to share the 'juicy shit'. That's when he introduced himself as Yoon Jeonghan.

name: yoon jeonghan date of birth: 04/10/1995 date moved in: 06/12/2017

I realised upon entering that 5A was one of the smaller apartments. Jeonghan told me he didn't care for space much, and wanted somewhere he could comfortably live with minimal maintenance. He mentioned 5B was equally small and had a similar floor plan.

Jeonghan made us both tea and we sat in his kitchen. He seemed ready to talk, as though he'd been waiting for this moment all his life.

"I get why Junhui doesn't want this place exposed. We've lived without the need to worry about landlords and shit for years. We still pay for the electricity and water, but that's on our own terms. We all sorta pitch in."

I asked him if a lack of a landlord is what resulted in no account of anyone moving in. Jeonghan said that was essentially true.

"There was a landlord at one point, but very briefly. He didn't think there was any point in trying to rent out flats nobody would take so, he left for another development project. Did Junhui tell you this building almost didn't go through?" I nodded. "The selling points weren't selling points at all. It was so unmarketable, even on paper."

"So.. they were essentially free apartments to take?"

"Exactly."

Details of note from our discussion:

jeonghan and 5A have been friends for a while and moved in near enough the same time, but jeonghan officially did before him

jeonghan was the third person to move in

2B is born the same year as both of them

4B likes to play loud music; it gives both he and 5A a headache

they all have things to say about each other, it's no secret

jeonghan finds the 'silent dweller' thing hilarious - he wishes he could indulge it

jeonghan is unemployed but wants to write a book

he hasn't seen 7A since either of them moved in

the first floor residents are the nicest people in the building

they all signed an agreement to help pay for things, but have learned to take care of everything themselves over the years

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name: wen junhui date of birth: 10/06/1996 date moved in: 12/02/2018

When I stepped into his apartment, the first thing I caught was the scent of tobacco mixed with a dried out reed diffuser. I couldn't possibly say what the scent was, but something tells me it was earthy.

Speaking of tobacco, one of the first things I learned is that Junhui is a smoker. I'm not, so I declined his offer. He wasn't rude about it - he spared me a 'suit yourself' and just sat down on his leather three-seater.

I sat on the matching two-seater. Comfortable, but judging by the wear it was likely a few years old. The dried diffuser was on a side table pressed against the wall on the other side of the room. The kitchen was to my left and there was a pair of double doors that opened out to a balcony.

Junhui apologised to me for what the man from 4B wrote in his letter, though he admitted while he knew a note had been mentioned, he didn't believe the man actually went through with writing and leaving it. The second he heard me mention his apartment name, it twigged in an instant. "I should've known that bastard would actually do it. Like I said he's got a propensity for pissing me off."

He asked me why I came to the building, informing me that he saw me arrive from his apartment window, pointing to the set of double doors. I explained my reasoning and he seemed surprised.

"No one ever comes to Drawbridge. People just snap pictures from afar then run off to write bullshit about it." It didn't surprise me that the residents here knew of the reputation. He took more hits from his cigarette as he continued. "And you told me you were ready to turn and leave when you realised people lived here, but you picked up the phone."

He caught me with that. It is true that I had picked up the phone. I fell silent for a while as he studied my expression.

"I get why you did," he said, "you're a journalist at the end of the day. Like I said, I share your experience. I was a freelance journalist at one point. No matter what, we'll take any chance to get a story."

I couldn't believe I was sitting here, having this conversation. I did not expect to turn up to find out there were thirteen residents. I also didn't know at the time what was to come..

I told him, "I am not here to, as you said, 'drill holes in your walls'. In fact, I will be ready to leave after this conversation."

Junhui stared at me then. "I appreciate you not wanting to do that. Though I must admit, it might quell some rumours about this place.."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what of you trying to keep your solitude?"

"I can wish for solitude while wishing the reputation didn't exist."

That struck a chord. I wondered how many other residents here felt the same way. At the time, I considered I wouldn't be getting those perspectives.

"I suppose.. as long as you don't go ahead and make this whole situation public in the way only a journalist would-" He gave me a knowing look; I held back from rolling my eyes. "..Then I suppose I can tell you a little something, former journalist to current journalist."

I didn't know how to respond. Initially, I wasn't going to take him up on his offer, but I already felt that I'd made a vow.

I pulled out my journal, to which he smiled. It was rather frustrating in its smugness but.. it was clearly the smile of understanding.

'I share your experience.'

Details of note from our discussion:

junhui was the fifth person to move in

junhui took 6B as he felt it had the nicest kitchen

project drawbridge almost didn't go through

several investors were sceptical of its tenancy power

junhui doesn't know who lived in 7B

7A is the only person who knows about it (and he hasn't shared that info)

junhui doesn't get on well with 6A

junhui stopped being a journalist in 2021

3A doesn't talk to him because of his experience in journalism

people have made small efforts to remove the 'silent dweller' name from searches after learning what the project name is

3B was the last person to move in

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