#⠀ ⠀⠀i love my seokie so much. | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

theharrowing · 10 months ago

Text

Collateral 🗡️ POV: Seokjin

After a successful day of scheming, Seokjin calls his favorite plaything to join him and Hoseok for a little fun.

PREVIOUS | INDEX | NEXT

❗ THIS IS A CHARACTER POV CHAPTER!!!

if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Seokjin x Hoseok

🗡️ word count: 7.2k

🗡️ mafia au, dishonest characters, established relationship, bdsm, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: top Seokjin with mention of bottom Hoseok; top Hoseok & bottom Seokjin; scheming; mention of the use of heroin; use of the word "whore" not meant derogatorily, but not always kindly; allusion to puppy play; talk of manufacturing and selling drugs with the purpose of getting people addicted; shower play; enema play; light humiliation; ass eating & fingering; Seokjin is...morally grey at best.

🗡️ notes: mc is referred to in 3rd person (she/her) pronouns for this chapter! listen: Seokjin is not the nicest person, so please take the way he speaks with a grain of salt. it is hard to put everyone's full intentions into the POV scenes because i still need there to be surprises later on!!! but i feel like this is going to really help to solidify the way many of you feel about this character hehehe. i hope you enjoy!

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - with minor unbeta'd edits done since.

🗡️ posted march 2024 - originally jan. 2023 | read on ao3

"She's not going to go for it," Hoseok teases as he reaches around Seokjin's broad shoulders from behind and straightens out his burgundy satin tie.

Seokjin's tie matches a fitted burgundy Armani suit, which he wears with a cream undershirt. His hair is pushed off his forehead, bringing together the look.

He has a meeting at House of Cards with some investors who are looking to build near the Shin territory just outside Busan, in a smaller port city, and Seokjin wants to make sure those men are on Yoongi's side if push should come to shove.

But first, he plans to make a stop by the mansion to discuss something with Yoongi's little pet.

"She doesn't have to go for it," Seokjin responds, watching Hoseok's reflection with adoration swelling behind his lungs. Recently, Hoseok has been letting his hair grow out, and he looks devastating with dark brown waves falling past his eyes and longer bits tucked behind his ears.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, done with his task and letting his arms hang over Seokjin's shoulders. Seokjin spins on the balls of his socked feet and wraps his arms around Hoseok's waist, pulling him close.

"I am merely planting a seed. I want the actual idea to be hers when the time comes."

Hoseok grins. "Elaborate."

"Well," Seokjin says, "for starters, the plan is terrible. Shipping her off to Busan for a week—or whatever the span of a vacation may be—is hardly enough time to turn her into an informant. She is smart enough to know that much. But I will pose it to her that way, insisting Yoongi cannot know, which will force her to stew on it. I know she wants revenge for the recent attack on Jimin at Paradise, and if Shin sends any more men to try to shake us up, it will only fuel her fire."

"And you want her to do this, because...?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Because, my love, Ryujin has always responded best to the friendships and authority of women. As sweet and empathetic as Hyunjin is, she has not gotten as close to him as we hoped. Yoongi's wolf cub, on the other hand, is the perfect bait. Not to mention, she comes from the honey bee ring, which Ryujin will sympathize with."

"And if Ryujin recognizes her from Serendipity?"

Seokjin pouts, sticking his lip out and down-turning his eyes. "Seokie, baby, you pretend I haven't thought of absolutely everything, and it wounds me."

With a roll of his pretty eyes and a soft giggle, Hoseok says, "Then humor me, love."

Seokjin rubs the tip of his nose against Hoseok's, then places a soft kiss, making Hoseok smile widely. "All we have to do is spread a rumor that Yoongi has harmed or upset her in some way. Nothing too damaging to his reputation, just a simple whisper. Ryujin may be hesitant, but, given her feelings about Yoongi, I think she will fall for it."

Hoseok leans in and mimics Seokjin's motion, rubbing their noses together, making Seokjin's heart pound just a little bit harder. "And if Ryujin doesn't believe the rumors? We don't think Yoongi was abusive to her at any point?"

"Not abusive..." Seokjin drifts off, squinting slightly while he chooses his words. "But when his parents died, he went off the deep end with drugs. All the voices have to whisper is the word heroin, and her ears will perk up."

Hoseok purses his lips, thinking over what Seokjin says but looking unconvinced.

"And anyway, she's competitive," Seokjin continues, gently kissing the tip of Hoseok's nose, "even if she doesn't buy the rumor," Seokjin kisses the apple of Hoseok's cheek, "Ryujin might still take her in, thinking she can convert her to actually become part of her family."

"Or, she might kill her," Hoseok responds with a pointed gaze.

Seokjin places a kiss on Hoseok's other cheek as he shrugs. "Sometimes, the cat must wet its feet, no matter its dislike of water, in order to eat fish."

A soft, pretty chuckle comes from Hoseok, who presses his lips against Seokjin's and then mutters, "Idioms to describe a human life, Jinnie bear? Tsk tsk."

Seokjin hums, says, "Sacrifices need to be made for the greater good," and licks over Hoseok's lips until his partner parts them, pulling him into an eager but soft kiss.

Time comes to a halt in Hoseok's arms, and Seokjin holds him tight, kissing slow and deep, savoring each taste, touch, and sound. There is nothing in the world quite like being in his lover's arms. Even the joy of watching the light die in his enemy's eyes pales in comparison. Seokjin thinks that he would do absolutely anything for Hoseok.

"Join me?" Seokjin asks. "She may be more comfortable with you around; you seem to have made a better impression on her, anyway."

"Fine," Hoseok mutters. "But I do not condone a plan that may get her killed, just so we're clear." Seokjin playfully rolls his eyes, and Hoseok smacks him on the shoulder as he continues, "I do like the idea of her running off to Busan for a while. For her sake and for Yoongi's."

"Oh?" Seokjin asks with a curious cock of the head, studying the microexpressions that tug gently at Hoseok's lips and eyes. To the untrained pupil, one would hardly notice these quirks, but Seokjin sees everything. Hoseok is nervous.

"Namjoon thinks he's becoming unhinged again," Hoseok finally says. "Slipping from reality. He's worried about another bender...so your plan to tell the voices about heroin use seems more grounded in reality than you realize."

"And you think taking her away from him won't just make him worse?" Seokjin teases, bending at the knees to smack a kiss on Hoseok's chin.

Hoseok nibbles on his bottom lip, considering his words. "I think she needs to spend more time out of the house, and out from under Yoongi's shadow. He is still very controlling, despite her willingness to stay, and whenever she's not directly in his line of sight, he gets paranoid and on edge."

Seokjin mulls it over. "I have noticed he is on edge more when we are away from home for extended periods."

"He needs to break out of that loop. We can't have a mad king on our hands. Especially one who could raze the city to the ground."

"So, we need to somehow get him to grant her more freedom, in a way that does not cause Yoongi to completely lose his shit," Seokjin clarifies.

Hoseok nods. "I'll talk to Namjoon about it."

"Good plan."

And with that, Seokjin presses one more kiss against Hoseok's lips, then releases him, linking their hands together as they make their way out of their bedroom, through the hallway, and down the stairs.

"And what is our excuse for visiting the mansion?" Hoseok asks as Seokjin sits on a charcoal grey chaise lounge beside the front door, reaching for a pair of black wingtip shoes. Seokjin slides his feet into both and begins tying the laces on one after the other.

"I am either going to catch Yoongi before he leaves for the day and discuss what he would like me to say to the investors this afternoon," Seokjin sighs, "or I will message to let him know that I was trying to catch him before he left, yadda, yadda, yadda."

As Seokjin stands and rubs his hands over his slacks to straighten them out, Hoseok pulls his black shirt sleeve back to reveal an elegant black timepiece. "He should be home for another fifteen minutes, assuming Namjoon is making him punctual and not late."

With a pleased hum, Seokjin offers an elbow and says, "The weather is nice. Shall we walk?"

The weather truly is beautiful, and the two of them take their time, walking hand in hand along the gravel path. Seokjin does not like to be nostalgic, but it is hard not to smile as he remembers the years spend in this secluded stretch of trees with Hoseok, before there were mansions on the property, and they would steal away to be alone.

As timing will have it, Yoongi and Namjoon are just about to leave when Seokjin and Hoseok arrive. Seokjin can hear the two of them laughing on the other side of the bulletproof door and opts to use the large brass knocker rather than scan his retinas, and all that.

The door swings open to Namjoon's tired but smiling face, and he walks outside, followed by Yoongi. They are in their standard black outfits, and Yoongi wears a cardigan rather than a blazer. Seokjin wonders what the two of them may be up to; Yoongi only mentioned meeting with some people concerning the mess Jeongguk recently made—which, Seokjin thinks, is a very flippant way to address a killing spree.

"Gentlemen," Yoongi calls with his arms held wide, "to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"Looking sharp, Jin," Namjoon mutters, making Seokjin grin.

"My reason to visit today is twofold," Seokjin begins. "I was hoping the chef was in so I could have a plate of his fabulous eggs benedict.

"Of course," Yoongi responds with a smile.

"And, I wanted to let you know that I will be meeting with the Choi brothers about their desire to open a casino near Busan."

Yoongi hums and then nods. "The chef is in, although, I am surprised you haven't perfected the recipe on your own."

With a shrug, Seokjin lies, "There is something about his hollandaise sauce that I cannot quite nail, but he refuses to give me the recipe."

The truth is that the chef adds horseradish rather than dijon mustard, and just a dash of dried ginger, giving it more of a bite. Seokjin figured it out almost immediately, but he likes that the chef can whip it up on a whim, saving him the trouble of purchasing the ingredients and doing it himself.

"And the men?" Yoongi asks as he reaches into his front pants pocket, pulls out a metal cigarette case, and opens it, revealing a row of perfectly rolled joints.

"Shall we offer to buy them, or shall we threaten them?" Seokjin simply asks.

With a smirk and a shrug, Yoongi pulls a joint to his lips, muttering, "Offer first, threaten second?"

Seokjin nods, watching as Namjoon pulls a lighter from his pocket and ignites Yoongi's joint, feeling glad that the two of them are finally able to be together once more. Yoongi needs a lapdog more than anything, and Namjoon is the perfect fit.

"Excellent," Seokjin says with a small bow, "then I will be on my way to the kitchen. Shall I order an extra serving for the wolf cub?"

Yoongi takes a long drag of the joint, holds it in, and then slowly lets it out, creating a plume of skunky smoke between them. "I doubt she'll be up for another hour or so."

Perfect, Seokjin thinks; he actually was hoping to be fed. "Sounds good."

The front door hadn't been closed completely, so Seokjin enters the mansion easily, stepping aside to remove his shoes while Hoseok does the same. They close the door tight and make their way toward the kitchen.

"You're so hot when you lie," Hoseok mutters, leaning in close enough for Seokjin to smell his cologne.

Seokjin twists and bends to place a kiss on Hoseok's lips, saying, "As are you, my love."

* * *

Despite having to wait more than thirty minutes on the balcony for Yoongi's darling to wake up, Seokjin considers their little meeting a success. He was certainly able to get into her head and could tell she was not ready to completely write off the idea of taking a trip by the time they made their exit, giving him just enough time to get into town on schedule for his meeting.

House of Cards is a raucous place even in the daytime when fewer men are around to throw away their money. The machines ding and play loud soundtracks, and televisions blare with various sport and fighting events.

Seokjin enters through the main doors after leaving his sedan with valet, and he walks past all the drunks and coke heads with a straight face, making his way to his decoy office on the main floor to meet with some men whom Namjoon claims are going to be good for business if they can manage to keep him on their good side, and bad for business if they do not.

Frankly, Seokjin could hardly give a fuck about what is good for business—Yoongi has inherited one of the oldest families in Korea, and by far the wealthiest. House of Cards brings in money simply by existing, and he hardly has to do any actual work. The boxing nights were Jeongguk's idea because he likes watching men fight to the death, and the wealth gained from those simply fuels the family's more expensive drug habits.

The Shins in the east hardly have a stronghold on their own docks, and the Songs in the south are happy to form an alliance when the price is right, showing loyalty to no one but their own pockets.

Rumor has it the Song family turned down the Choi men because they do not wish to be in the business of entertaining tourists, and a casino might bring in the wrong crowds. Let the tourists flock to Jeju, they say, and Seokjin agrees. The Shins, on the other hand, are desperate for anything they can get their fingers on, and more or less offered them a stretch of land.

All Seokjin has to do is offer the Choi brothers more money and an illusion of influence. Seems like the easiest thing in the world. The only variable he thinks that could possibly make those men want to side with the Shins would be an old family bond or rivalry, and as far as he can tell, these men have neither. So now, all he has to do is meet with them and find out what he can find out.

Seokjin has a way with men. A look, a gesture, and a veiled threat are all he needs to get them talking. He has no doubt he will be able to make these men sing.

* * *

Seokjin barely manages to light a cigar before his phone rings. The Choi brothers left mere minutes ago, and Seokjin had been hoping for a moment of alone time, but it is his informant who has been living with the Shin family, which makes this call potentially very important.

"Hyunjin, darling, what's the news?"

Seokjin sits back in his large, black leather chair, listening to the shocks whine as he leans, bending the springs a bit too far. He is in his real office on the second floor, and has a cigar between his teeth, slurring his words around it while he holds his cell phone to his ear. His informant, who works on Ryujin's drug-running team, sighs.

"She plans to intercept Yoongi's next shipment of pills. Apparently, one of his dock men was bought. A man by the name of Kang Daesung is going to steal the shit."

"Fuckers," Seokjin mutters, spit flying from his lips. He takes a puff from the cigar and holds the smoke in, then lets it out with a bitter huff. It feels lackluster now, and he gently stubs the cigar out on a golden ashtray, then sets it aside to let it extinguish itself the rest of the way.

Shin has really been coming for the drug operations, which has Seokjin feeling concerned for Jeongguk's safety. And his sanity.

"I am also one of the only people who knows this information, so now that I have passed it along, I have put a target on my back."

Seokjin hums and considers his options.

"You want to come home, or hop off the peninsula for a while?"

Another sigh comes through the line, and Seokjin gives him time to consider. Hyunjin has been with the Shin family long enough that leaving the country may be his best bet, but he does have a family of his own, which could complicate things.

When Hyunjin does not respond, Seokjin says, "We can get your little girl into a prestigious American school. Or Australian; there are plenty of Koreans in Australia. And we could assist with getting you and the wife nice jobs."

"Yeah," Hyunjin says. "Yeah, you're right. I'll think it over and talk to Jisu. Maybe Australia would be good."

"Let me know," Seokjin says as he thumbs through his files, opening a folder that reads "Hwang Hyunjin'' and pulling out documents. "Your passport is current, and I have a burner identity on the books with a line of credit. I can have you on a flight within an hour, any time, day or night, alright?"

"Thank you, Seokjin-ssi."

As they end the call, Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He hates giving Yoongi bad news. This will also put another man in Jeongguk's crosshairs, and Seokjin really hopes that hunting him down will not also include killing fourteen of this man's closest friends.

Seokjin dials Yoongi and is surprised he picks up on the first ring. "Jin."

"Yoongichi, bad news."

Yoongi sighs and hums, and Seokjin continues. "Hwang called. Says Kang is planning to switch teams and sabotage the next shipment of pills."

"She bought him, eh?" Yoongi asks.

"Yup."

"Fuckers."

"Yup."

"What about Hwang?"

"I offered him an out, and he said he would think about it. Considering Australia."

"Sounds good. I may call everyone to meet later. Taehyung has an engagement until nine, so it will be a late one if I do."

"Alright. I'm headed home soon. Should have my hands full for a few hours, so after nine is perfect."

"Thanks, Jin."

"No problem."

At least Yoongi's tone was pretty flat; no reaction from Yoongi is the best reaction. Especially if Namjoon is worried about him falling off the rails.

This bump in the road aside, Seokjin considers the day a win, and he lifts his cigar, fits it between his lips, and lights it back up before locking up and heading out.

* * *

Seokjin My winning streak continues. This calls for celebration.

Hoseok In the pink dollhouse room?

Seokjin Of course, baby. Where else?

Hoseok ETA?

Seokjin 1 hour. Going to make a pitstop. I called Puppy, and he will be there in 20.

Hoseok I'll be home to get our guest ready.

Seokjin Thank you, baby.

Hoseok Anything for you, Jinnie bear.

To celebrate, Seokjin calls Hyungwon—his and Hoseok's favorite whore—to join them in one of the dollhouse rooms. Hoseok is home to get him ready while Seokjin stops at one of the boutiques to buy him a white leather muzzle that is shaped to fit a dog, with pointed ears on top and a pretty pink bow in the center.

The pièces de résistance, however, is a bar inside the muzzle for Hyungwon to bite down on, ideally making a mess of himself with drool.

One of Hyungwon's favorite toys is an anal plug with a long white tail, and Seokjin wants to see him with a pretty new accessory to match it. And, although Seokjin has plenty of items like this in his puppy playhouse room, this muzzle is a gift specifically for his most special whore. He is feeling rather generous tonight.

The drive home is short and sweet, and when Seokjin arrives, he is pleased to see a motorcycle parked in the driveway and light shining through the sheer white curtains of the first room on the second floor, confirming that Hyungwon has, in fact, already arrived, and that Hoseok must be getting him ready.

Seokjin always finds it incredible how the man can strip down from all his worn, thick leather and stand in the prettiest pink lingerie, and he laments briefly that he was not home to witness the transformation.

When Jimin first hired Hyungwon at Paradise, Seokjin thought that, perhaps, the heavens had opened up and shined just for him. He has a cold indifference to him that makes Seokjin want to break him apart and make him sob. And he does.

Hyungwon is the only man who allows Seokjin to do every little sadistic thing he desires, then leaves at the end of the session with a soft kiss and a promise to return. Seokjin treasures him dearly.

Many whores blacklist him for less.

Of course, now that Jimin has returned to their bed, Hyungwon may have to take second place, but that is a discussion for another time. Seokjin is eager to make Jimin sob again and again, but he worries about coming on too strongly and scaring him off. Jimin has always been quite sensitive, which Seokjin will never understand, but he does his best to respect it.

Seokjin takes his time exiting the car, grabbing the black paper shopping bag with an expensive monogram on all sides. He knows the men have heard his car pull up, and he wants to draw out the anticipation and make them wait.

Hoseok, in particular, hates to wait. His temper is as explosive as the incendiary devices he so enjoys crafting, and Seokjin takes pleasure in pushing his buttons.

As he punches the hex code of his partner's favorite shade of sunshine yellow into the door and waits for the device to scan his retina, Seokjin takes a deep breath and allows a hint of a smile to creep over his face.

Things within the family have been a bit of a mess lately, but everything seems to be going fairly well, aside from their drug runner turning heel. Men on the lower ranks tend to chase money, after all; they are no stranger to these types of incidents.

If he can ensure the Choi brothers remain loyal and convince Yoongi's darling to leave town for a while, everything might even be perfect for some time. Seokjin hesitates to dwell on the thought.

Once inside, Seokjin closes the front door as quietly as he can and has a seat on his chaise lounge to remove his wingtips one at a time, placing them carefully beside the rows of footwear. Then, he takes the handles of the bag gently in his fingers and creeps up to the second floor, stalking like a tiger in the hope of catching the men off guard.

He can hear their voices coming from the room, though what they are saying is difficult to make out. Hoseok has an excited lilt to his voice, and Hyungwon is speaking too softly to be detected clearly. Hyungwon is often quite soft-spoken—another thing Seokjin enjoys about him.

As Seokjin gets to the top of the stairs, he forgets that the landing step is particularly creaky, putting down his weight as the wood whines beneath his toes. He lets out the breath that he had been holding, dropping his head in a defeated sigh as a tuft of brown hair shoots out from the first door on the right, and Seokjin spots his partner.

"Gotta get that step fixed," Seokjin complains as he straightens his posture and smooths down his burgundy jacket.

Hoseok grins from ear to ear, and he stands in the doorway to the pink dollhouse room with his hair disheveled and the top four buttons of his dress shirt undone. The sight of exposed sun-kissed skin has Seokjin's heart thudding behind his ribs, and he lifts a brow, playfully assessing the sight.

"Did my puppies begin without me?" he teases as he approaches with his shoulders hunched forward to give Hoseok the impression that he is stalking his prey.

Hoseok chuckles, and Seokjin can tell he is feeling shy from the accusation as he bites his lip and shakes his head. "Hyungwon messed up my hair because he wanted you to think we had started without you. But we are being good puppies, I promise."

With a hum, Seokjin stalks further, watching Hoseok become increasingly antsy the closer he gets. "And is he all ready for me?"

"He is," Hoseok beams, taking a step back to allow Seokjin to enter the room.

Seokjin, however, pounces, pressing Hoseok into the far side of the door frame and caging him in with his arms, giving him nowhere to go. With a hand on the dollhouse room wall and the hand holding onto the shopping bag on the hallway wall, Seokjin towers over his partner and gazes down at him hungrily.

"But are you ready for me?"

A silly question, since a stipulation to being Seokjin's lover is to be ready at all times. Hoseok cleans himself every morning, and he inserts a plug every time Seokjin is expected to be home so that there is very little need for prep and Seokjin can take what he wants.

Of course, Seokjin is no monster; if they are unable to engage in play, Hoseok simply removes the plug—or gets himself off and then removes it—ensuring that it does not stay nestled up inside him long enough to cause any kind of complications or health risks.

But Seokjin tries to be very clear about his expectations, and they communicate their schedules in order to make sure Hoseok can be ready for him at the drop of a hat. Seokjin's appetite is insatiable, and it is not unusual for them to fuck five or six nights a week. One of the reasons they invite so many whores to play dress up and join them is to give Hoseok a little extra help. That, and whores tend to come pre-used.

A plus side of fucking Jimin back in the day was when he would come home from the club, already stretched from his clients. Even when he would whine about being sore and sensitive, he would be such a good, pliant boy for Seokjin. Not a day goes by that Seokjin doesn't dream about the sweet sounds Jimin would make, becoming an overstimulated, sobbing mess long before either of them would reach their first orgasm.

Hoseok's smile falters ever so slightly, and Seokjin already knows what he is going to say. He must have assumed that, because they have a guest for the night, Hoseok would not be expected to be stretched. He should know by now that when Seokjin calls with good news, that a victory fuck is in order, whether or not they are tending to a guest for the evening.

And this, Seokjin thinks, is the danger of falling in love. Years ago, Seokjin would plot ways to punish his puppy for being so short-sighted and disobedient. But now? Staring into his deep brown eyes, downturned beneath a knit brow, all Seokjin wants to do is kiss him and tell him everything will be alright. His heart has become soft.

Before Hoseok can excuse his bad behavior, Seokjin plants a soft smooch on the tip of his nose and grins. "I'm kidding," he assures softly.

"You're not," Hoseok groans as relief paints his face.

"I'm not," Seokjin admits, taking a step back and allowing Hoseok to breathe. "But I am in too good of a mood to make you cry."

"Lucky me," Hoseok teases with a wink.

Seokjin leans in and places a kiss on Hoseok's forehead, then enters the room. The walls are all painted cotton candy pink, and there is a large bed on the left with plush pink bedding and a white wrought iron sleigh frame with beautiful spiral designs at the head and foot—perfect for attaching restraints.

Hoseok's favorite addition to the room is a pale pink sex swing that hangs from the center of the space, with vines wrapped around the long arms that stretch to the ceiling. Seokjin is partial to the vanity with a large mirror that is very sturdy and perfect for humiliation play.

The wooden furniture and wainscoting are all painted pink with gold accents, the floor is covered in pink carpeting and large, white cloud-shaped rugs, and every light fixture is a giant, white orb. In the corner of the room furthest from the bed is a chair in the shape of a giant pink high-heel, and when Seokjin enters, that is where he finds their guest.

Hyungwon is breathtaking in sheer pink babydoll lingerie with little ruffled sleeves that hang from his shoulders, and a skirt that falls just above his thighs. He reclines on the shoe chair with one knee bent, bare foot adorned with pretty silver chains and rings, perched delicately atop the chair, and the other leg down, spread slightly to accommodate for the chair's width. His hair is long enough to be styled behind his ears—straight and black as a raven's feather—and he wears a thick silver choker of shimmering zirconias and a glittery lip balm.

"Master Seokjin," Hyungwon states as he moves from his reclined position—which Seokjin assumes he only sat in to be a tease, in the first place—and slowly lifts his leg, leaning forward and getting onto his hands and knees. "You look ravishing tonight, sir."

Seokjin turns to Hoseok with a puzzled expression, then back to Hyungwon, "Baby, did you give our pet permission to speak?"

"I did not, sir," Hoseok responds simply, standing near the wall with his arms flat at his sides. "But you do look ravishing tonight, sir."

How in the world Seokjin wound up with two disobedient puppies, he will never know, but he cannot bring himself to be upset when they are so devastatingly pretty and so good to him. Seokjin reaches to tap the underside of Hoseok's chin with the pad of his finger—a playful gesture that also tells him to keep that gorgeous fucking mouth of his closed unless he is asked to open it.

Hoseok smiles, winks, and does not say another word.

"I got you something," Seokjin beams as he turns back to Hyungwon, closing the gap between them.

He reaches into the bag, pulls out the leather dog muzzle, and holds it up. Hyungwon's eyes widen, and a soft smile plays on his lips. If the man truly is excited, Seokjin has no idea; all he cares about is that he acts the part, as he is paid to do. And Hyungwon, as always, is a brilliant performer.

* * *

The shower down the hall in the guest bathroom runs as Seokjin pushes a hand through his hair, walking from the dollhouse room to his bedroom. His cream shirt is unbuttoned and hung open, burgundy pants are undone, and he is covered in a sheen of sweat.

Hyungwon practically needed to be carried away when Seokjin was finished with him, and Hoseok is currently assisting with washing him and tending to his various marks with creams. Seokjin was not too hard on him, but his nails did break skin a couple of times, and he spanked him until both cheeks were tomato red.

Although it is getting late, Yoongi has called to request everyone to congregate at the mansion at the top of the hour. It gives Seokjin thirty-five minutes to change into a black dress shirt and slacks and see that Hyungwon is able to get home on his own or has a suitable bed to sleep in for the night. Ordinarily, Seokjin is not as kind to his whores, but after what he did to the guy's ass, he takes pity on him for driving out on a motorcycle.

The sound of the shower shutting off is followed by muffled voices, and Seokjin shrugs out of his shirt, dropping it into a hamper near the closet door, and grabs a black shirt from a hanger. He attempts to listen for the men—to get a sense of whether or not Hyungwon will need to stay—but all he can make out is Hoseok's bright, happy laughter.

Seokjin loves it when Hoseok laughs loud and unabashedly. It rings like music to his ears.

"Baby?" Hoseok calls down the hallway.

Seokjin takes a step out of the closet as he buttons his shirt and shouts, "Bedroom," then returns to the racks of clothing and wiggles out of his slacks, picking them up and placing them into the hamper, and then reaching for a black pair to slide into.

"Ah," Hoseok says as he rounds the corner and finds Seokjin dressed in all black. "Yoongi called."

"He did," Seokjin responds.

"For all of us?"

"For all of us."

"Hyungwon should be good to drive, but I'll go check on him."

Seokjin flashes Hoseok a smile. "Thank you, love."

Once he is ready, Seokjin switches off the light and exits his and Hoseok's massive closet, then he leaves the bedroom and makes his way down the hall, to the pink dollhouse room. The dark wood wainscoting and blood-red walls adorned with pretty brass sconces is such an abrupt change of scenery compared to the pink playroom, and from time to time, it makes Seokjin chuckle softly when he leaves one atmosphere for the other.

Hyungwon sits on the edge of the bed dressed in blue jeans, a blue and white flannel shirt, and a black leather jacket, with his hands in his lap. Hoseok stands before him, dabbing a salve to his lip, which Seokjin split from slapping a little too hard once the muzzle came off. To Seokjin's credit, Hyungwon was the one who begged him to hit him harder.

As Seokjin enters, both men turn to him with smiles, and Seokjin leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"How is our puppy feeling?"

"Amazing," Hyungwon responds, always saying so no matter which state he seems to be in.

"Good. And I take it your ass isn't too sore for the bike?"

Hoseok shoots Seokjin an incredulous glare, which he pointedly ignores.

Hyungwon chuckles quietly. "No, sir. Not too sore."

"Good. I will be downstairs, then." He turns his gaze to Hoseok. "Join me soon?"

Hoseok nods and screws the cap on his balm, then leans to place a soft kiss on Hyungwon's forehead as Seokjin takes his leave and goes downstairs, to the kitchen, to have a few shots of whiskey before heading out to Yoongi's place.

It does not take long for the others to join him, and they bid Hyungwon farewell with kisses to his cheeks and forehead, then link hands and take the long way to Yoongi's property, up toward Taehyung's place and cutting through the gardens. It is eerie out here at night with low lighting and tall, dark shadows. They walk all the way around the mansion, to the front door, and find Taehyung and Jeongguk on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

"Fellas," Seokjin calls, and everyone lifts their hand hello.

"Is it just us?" Hoseok asks, and Taehyung shakes his head, saying, "Jimin is inside."

Seokjin takes a puff from Taehyung's cigarette, then goes inside, happy to find Jimin and Namjoon seated on the couch as he takes his place on the far end. Seokjin assumes Yoongi would be upstairs and is surprised to see him enter through the front door with Taehyung and Jeongguk. Once they are all seated, Yoongi begins.

"We have two orders of business, which are somewhat related. The first is that Jeonggukie has been working with a team to formalize a new type of ecstasy that contains amphetamines, to give the user more of an upper-type high. It will be smoother than the shit the Americans sell, which contain meth, and the users will crave the experience, ideally getting them hooked on it."

This news comes as somewhat of a surprise to Seokjin, but he does not show it, keeping his expression stoic. He is curious when Yoongi decided to pivot into selling drugs for the purpose of creating addicts, and thinks perhaps the man really is losing his mind. He sounds like his late father, which is no compliment.

Yoongi continues. "So far, the trials have been pretty positive, and we should have those on the streets within the next month, or so. Let Jeongguk know if you would like samples."

Yoongi sits up and sighs, "And for our second order of business, it seems our main dock man Kang has been bought, and he plans to fuck with our next shipment of pills. I will be orchestrating a hit some time this weekend."

"I can go," Jeongguk offers, and Seokjin is pleased when Yoongi holds his hand up, turning him down.

"I need you to stay here this weekend. I want us to start going to the range again, and there are some other things I want you around for. I'll put Changkyun on the job."

Jeongguk opens his mouth to complain, and Yoongi cuts him off. "Ggukie, we have men hired to carry out hits. Let me utilize them."

Silence falls, then Namjoon clears his throat. "Is there anything anyone else would like to share?"

Seokjin cannot believe everyone was called over for this, and he crosses his arms over his chest and glances around. When nobody says anything, he shrugs and says, "Guess that's it."

"Alright," Yoongi says as he slaps his palms over his knees and stands with a sigh. "I thought this would be more of a conversation, but it seems pretty cut and dry. Thanks for coming by."

Seokjin studies Yoongi as he stands, curious about what Namjoon sees that makes him so paranoid. There are bags under his eyes, and he seems quite tired, but he does not seem jittery or pale, or any of the other symptoms Seokjin tries to remember from his last bender.

It could be his more recent shift in seeming colder than usual. Prior to the pet moving in upstairs, Yoongi even went so far as to have a nasty little violent streak. Still, violence is not an indicator of drug abuse.

Yoongi has always been good at hiding shit until it is really bad, however, and he has always been quite unreadable, wearing parts of himself on his sleeve while keeping the rest locked away. He hopes that Namjoon's suspicions are false, but nobody would know better than him.

With that, everyone stands to leave, including Yoongi. In fact, the only person who seems to hang back is Namjoon. They say good night, everyone begins to head back to their homes, and Namjoon locks up the mansion as Yoongi slides his hands into his pockets and sets off in the direction of Namjoon's home.

Something is definitely amiss, but Seokjin does not feel like asking. The warmth of Hoseok's hand pulls him from his thoughts as he is tugged in the direction of home.

When they return from the meeting that could have been a conversation via group text, Seokjin sits with a huff on his chaise lounge. He bends his leg to lift it in order to untie his shoe, but Hoseok drops to his knees and places a hand on Seokjin's foot, guiding it to the floor.

"You seem off, baby," Hoseok mutters sweetly. "Let me take care of you."

With an affectionate smile, Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest and lets his posture droop in a sigh. "Always taking care of others."

Hoseok's eyes shine as he mutters, "I live to serve."

Seokjin chuckles and sits up straight as Hoseok removes one shoe, then the other, and places them neatly aside. "We both know that is untrue."

"Yes," Hoseok responds, also laughing.

Seokjin leans forward, takes Hoseok's chin in his hand, and pulls him close. Hoseok strains to get near enough, sitting high on his knees, but Seokjin stays just out of reach as he says, "You can still take care of me, though."

He revels in the way Hoseok's tone drops as he asks, "And how would you like me to do that, baby?"

Seokjin begins to think of all the ways he would like to make Hoseok whine, but Hoseok continues, "It's been a while since you've submitted to me and completely let go of control."

It has been a while. Probably months. Seokjin mulls it over with a squint of his eyes. There is nothing in this world that he likes more than pulling sweet sounds from Hoseok's lips, but he knows that Hoseok also enjoys being in control. However, relinquishing power does not come easily to a man like Seokjin.

"You are correct," Seokjin finally responds. "It has been a while."

Hoseok's eyes glimmer with mirth, and even if Seokjin had not been considering it before, he would certainly cave now. With a nibble of his bottom lip, Seokjin leans close enough to kiss Hoseok.

"I'll let you fuck me tonight. Give me twenty minutes to get ready?"

With a pout, Hoseok shakes his head. "I want to get you ready."

"Oh?"

"Please."

"Enema play, Seok? Really?"

Hoseok shrugs. "I want to watch you tremble and whimper as the water falls out."

Seokjin, admittedly, gets it. "Alright, let's go."

Hoseok is gentle as he takes Seokjin's hand and leads him up the stairs and down the hall to their master suite. He is gentle as he undresses him and leads him to their shower. Gentle when he bends Seokjin over—hands splayed on the white tile bench that runs along one wall—and inserts the nozzle of the enema. Seokjin gasps from the sensation; he hasn't done this in quite a while.

When Hoseok takes Seokjin by the hair and lifts his head, pulling him into a standing position, he is less gentle. Lifting the bag, which is full of tepid water, so that it can enter his body makes Seokjin gasp, sending a shudder through him.

Hoseok holds his chin, firm and not very gently as he says, "Eyes on me," and slowly pulls the nozzle out, releasing the water to the floor of the shower.

Seokjin keeps his eyes on Hoseok as the water rushes from him, a sensation that he thinks should not be in the least bit erotic. Hoseok knows that this is mildly humiliating, which, Seokjin thinks, is the reason he is insisting on it.

Hoseok inserts the nozzle two more times, sending water rushing from Seokjin's rectum, holding him in place while they stare into one another's eyes. Warmth covers Seokjin's face in a mix of embarrassment and arousal, and when Hoseok bends him back over right there in the shower to eat him out, Seokjin practically blacks out.

"Fuck, feels so good," he whimpers as Hoseok teases his hole with his tongue, circling the rim and prodding inside.

"You like it, baby?" Hoseok groans, biting Seokjin's buttcheek and circling a finger over him, gently pushing inside and pulling out, making Seokjin sigh and tremble from pleasure-pain.

"You know I do," Seokjin whines.

Hoseok groans. "Too bad I won't let you cum until you're begging and sobbing."

Evil. Pure fucking evil. Hoseok loves making someone like Seokjin beg. He whimpers before he can stop himself, and Hoseok chuckles and crashes a hand over his ass with a loud, wet smack.

"Come on, big boy," Hoseok sing-songs "Let's tie you to the bed and make you scream."

Seokjin already fears for his life, knowing that Hoseok will edge him for hours. But the earth-shattering orgasm that tears his world asunder, followed by Hoseok's sweet, pretty smile, makes everything worth it. How could he possibly resist?

THANK YOU FOR READINGGG!!!

i didn't give Hyungwon a relationship tag since he's not a main character in the story, nor does he appear again. for those of you who aren't monbebe, this is the man i was talking about:

i also remember being too exhausted to write a smut scene when i was putting this POV together, which is why we don't get to experiencing these three together hahaha. i think i wrote Hoseok and Seokjin back to back.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE THE LIFEBLOOD OF THIS SITE, BUT LIKES ARE ALSO SUPER APPRECIATED!!! THANK YOU FOR READING, I LOVE YOU!!!

tag lists will be on separate reblogs! they’ve gotten too big to contain as one! if you would like to be tagged in this fic, please let me know!!! 💜💜💜

PREVIOUS | INDEX | NEXT

#seokjin mafia #hoseok mafia #yoongi mafia #bts mafia #seokjin x hoseok #seokjin smut #hoseok smut #bts smut #bts angst #bts poly #fic: collateral

45 notes · View notes

moxnshxne · 11 months ago

Note

Good morning my love.

Don't stress yourself too much at work please and take your lunch break. There might be something delicious inside your bag. I left it there before leaving to military this morning.

I love you. And already miss you badly.

I could check my phone only now, I'm sorry baby. Your lunch was really delicious, the little squirrels made my heart melt. It's cute, you made me smile even when you are so far away. Don't worry,the work isn't that stressful, I can bear it. And I miss you too. Don't forget to cover yourself, I saw the weather isn't that kind on your side... Love you Seokie.

⋆

#⋆#⋆ ask #⋆ reply #⋆ seokie 𖤓 #⋆ hoseok #⋆ i'm late sorry #⋆ still not home #⋆ i hope the week will finish soon

12 notes · View notes

antoncore · 2 months ago

Note

Noo!! But in totally get it that u wish u could write more fics, but I just want you to rememberz that ur blog is so lovely, that even without writing full fics, u SRSLY write soo good, and interact w us so beautifully <33

(also heres me re-sending that ask i sent b4, but from what i remember i typed lol)

Hmm.. so the thing is, last week this uni club that im in, me and all of us club members went on a like lil trip, and it was like a 3hr ride there & 3hr back, it was actually so relaxing, like going to the beach, then it even rained in between, and idk it was just so nice to sit oustide under the patio whilst the fresh rain and trees surrounded us, bcoz it was in quite a "forest-y" location !!! But getting to the point... My boy bsf was also there... And idk through the whole three hour bus ride, i was just holding onto his hand and sleeping on his shoulder... And then he very painfully pointed out the fact that i have a thing for holding hands.. and then literally the next day, the other girls on the trip (also my friends), also started teasing me cuz i always grab their hands asw 🫣 but like he never let's go of my hand either, instead taking care of me:( making me walk behind him when we're out in public, while i HOLD HIS HAND AHHHH

AHH AND I PROMISE CEE, THEY HAVE THE FREE WILL TO LET GO OF MY HAND, IM NOT HOLDING THEIR HAND HOSTAGE!!!

So basically that got me thinking... Of a scenario w 01z, where they went on a business trip for 3 weeks, but eunseok unexpectedly comes back a day or two earlier, so ofc ur all over him as soon as hes back, he's just sitting on the bed when u spot him, and immediately jump on his lap and start kissing all over, telling him "missed u sm seokie" hding his hand 🥴🥴🥴, but then u don't even realise sungchan sitting in the chair in the corner of the room until he's like "ur not gonna tell me how much u missed me? Princess" so ofc u immediately (try) to get up to go to sungchan, whilst eunseok just holds u there in his lap w a hand onnur waist, and to make it worse, sungchans so close now, leaning down and like "hmm... I guess my baby didn't miss me, and u look busy, maybe ill just go" u whining out and trying to reach out to him... But obviously u can't bcoz of eunseoks grip...

And yk they both are purposely teasing u atp, knowing how much u wanna hold their hand / touch them... bcoz sungchans like "who did u miss more.. hmm princess?"But when u start to get teary-eyed, they finally give u mercy..m and omdsss the sweet FUCKING afterwards, like ur laying down while one of them fucks you, w ur head in the others' lap whilst he just caresses ur hair and gently touches ur face, occasionally kissing, ANDDDD UR HOLDING HIS HAND TOOO !! <333

Ik i just totally exposed myself rn, but like hold my hand and I'll love you forever 💓

- 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽🍫

girl you’re lowkey just like me, i’m so clingy😭😭😭 (only with certain people though) but i LOVE that scenario so much god. getting fucked slow and deep by one while being gently caressed by the other… i don’t have much to add except that’s a NEED god gimme gimme plssssss

#cee chats 💬#cee j.sc #cee s.es #🍫 anon

5 notes · View notes

stormdragon23 · 6 months ago

Text

Park Hee-Jin x Eun-Seok Fic

Fic also posted below

(Based on a few comments from people who have read it, it's both quite fluffy and quite angsty, so be prepared for that)

He’s at least an A-Rank. No... he’s definitely an S-Rank.

Park Hee-Jin watched as Sung Jin-Woo, the supposed E-Rank, looked up at the forest canopy of the Red Gate they were trapped in. While Hee-Jin had been mentally prepared for an event such as this one to have happened as she was training to become a hunter, she didn’t expect someone who was said to be of such a low rank to remain calm as well.

Hee-Jin smiled softly while seeing the other hunter staring at the snow falling from above as she remembered someone else doing a similar action.

Hee-Jin was waiting in her apartment until her boyfriend texted to let her know he was finally done clearing the gates he had that day. Since she wasn’t a hunter herself, there wasn’t much she could do other than wait for him to finish raiding, especially when he was an S-Rank and would participate in raids with high-ranked gates.

She changed into warmer clothes, including a soft white scarf due to the cold weather, and combed her hair. Given the shortness of her hair, she didn’t have to do much with it. It barely went past her shoulders, but she still checked to see that it was neat.

After Hee-Jin finished getting ready, she grabbed another scarf and went to their agreed location. When she arrived, she saw him waiting there for her, staring up at the clouds as the snow falling from them fluttered to the ground.

Hee-Jin smiled fondly as she went to him and stood on her toes to wrap the purple scarf she brought around his neck, knowing he hadn’t brought his own despite the chilly weather.

“Seokie, you’re going to catch a cold,” Hee-Jin lightly scolded.

Her lover finally noticed her as he tore his gaze from the snowflakes in the air and looked down at Hee-Jin, his honey-brown eyes twinkling when he made eye contact with her.

“Ah, thank you, Jinie,” Eun-Seok smiled sweetly.

Hee-Jin adjusted his scarf before brushing the snow from his light brown hair.

“The snow is lovely though, isn’t it? It’s not often it snows like this. Of course, the snow isn’t as lovely as you,” Eun-Seok tilted his head at her as he winked.

“Oh, stop that,” Hee-Jin chuckled as she playfully nudged him.

Eun-Seok grinned as he took the hand she was nudging him with to kiss it, and Hee-Jin blushed lightly with a smile.

“You said the raid wouldn’t take that long,” Hee-Jin remarked. “I almost thought you forgot you were supposed to tell me when you were done.”

“Ah, sorry, the gate was much bigger than we thought,” Eun-Seok explained sheepishly. “Yoon-Ho ran ahead to take care of some monsters with Byung-Gyu, and it took me a while to catch up.”

“Hmm, you should be more careful,” Hee-Jin stated, her eyebrows furrowed. “I was starting to get worried that something might have happened.”

Hee-Jin knew of the probability of raids going wrong, especially since gates were so new and there were still so many things they didn’t know about the dungeons yet. She knew Eun-Seok was stronger than most hunters but she wasn’t too fond of him getting into possible danger.

“Apologies, my lady,” Eun-Seok said with a small yet theatrical bow, drawing Hee-Jin’s attention away from her concerned thoughts.“How shall I make up this grave transgression against you?”

Hee-Jin bit back a laugh as she closed her eyes and tilted her head away from him as she pretended to consider her options. Eun-Seok patiently waited for her response, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

Hee-Jin huffed a bit, a small cloud of water vapor forming from her breath as she looked back at him. She had grown used to Eun-Seok’s attempts to distract her from her worries, but she still couldn’t help but find his teasing amusing each time.

“Well, you did promise to take me to that new cafe,” Hee-Jin hinted.

Eun-Seok’s smile grew, and he moved forward to kiss her forehead.

“Then it shall be as you wish,” Eun-Seok grinned.

Hee-Jin didn’t hold back her laugh this time and shook her head as Eun-Seok took her hand to guide her to their destination.

“Oh, what a lovely pin,” Hee-Jin remarked as she opened the box Eun-Seok gave her.

Eun-Seok beamed, clearly pleased with the reaction he got.

“I knew you would like it,” Eun-Seok said proudly.

Hee-Jin admired the pin as she took the golden hair ornament out of the box and stared at its feather-like design. It wasn’t something she usually wore, but it was beautiful. Eun-Seok had started giving her such gifts ever since she briefly commented on how she thought she should start wearing hairpins more often to keep her hair in place.

“May I put it on you?” Eun-Seok asked, already holding out his hand for the pin.

Hee-Jin smiled as she placed the pin in his hand.

Eun-Seok moved closer to her and gently gathered her hair to the side of her head. He softly clipped the pin into place before running his fingers through her black hair.

“Your hair has gotten longer,” he commented, staring at the strands he had in his hand.

Hee-Jin hummed in agreement.

“You like it shorter?”

She had planned on getting it cut since it usually got in the way whenever she was doing something. She always had to tie her hair back or pin it out of the way so that her hair wouldn’t bother her, so getting a haircut was on her mind.

“Hmm, I think it would look nice if you grew it out,” Eun-Seok said. “Only if you want to though.”

Hee-Jin pondered for a bit. She was fairly neutral to the idea, but it would be a bit of a hassle to maintain as her hair got longer. She might have liked the idea more if her hair was as nice as Eun-Seok’s...

Hee-Jin smiled upon getting an idea.

“I could grow my hair out,” Hee-Jin started before leaning closer to her boyfriend. “If you grow your hair out too.”

Eun-Seok blinked at her in surprise, making her laugh at his expression.

Hee-Jin playfully smiled before reaching out to run her fingers through her boyfriend’s hair this time. It wasn’t very long, but it was longer than how most guys would keep their hair as it almost reached his shoulders.

“Your hair has gotten longer too. I also want to see it grown out some more,” Hee-Jin reasoned.

Eun-Seok frowned slightly.

“It’s not that long,” Eun-Seok argued. “And it wouldn’t be that much different if I grew it out more.”

“No?” Hee-Jin said lightly.

Before Eun-Seok could say anything else, Hee-Jin nudged his shoulder, prompting him to turn away from her. When Eun-Seok turned so that he was looking away from her, Hee-Jin gathered as much of his hair as she could before tying it off with the hair tie she had on from around her wrist.

After nudging Eun-Seok to look at her, Hee-Jin looked at him and giggled at the sight. She wasn’t able to gather all of his hair, but it was enough to form the shortest ponytail she had ever seen. She didn’t know if it could even be called that with how short it was. It looked like a child’s paintbrush at the end of a long day with how it stuck straight out.

“What’s so funny?” Eun-Seok asked, smiling as he raised an eyebrow.

“Your hair,” she said. “It’s long enough to tie in a ponytail, but it’s so...”

Hee-Jin flicked the tiny bit of hair that stuck out of the hair tie to explain how it looked and snorted.

“If you grow it out long enough, you might be able to tie all of your hair together next time,” she teased. “At least it would be neat. It’s quite cute now though.”

Eun-Seok huffed in response before turning to face her fully.

“Obviously not as cute as you are,” he retorted.

Hee-Jin nudged his shoulder again, making Eun-Seok chuckle before wrapping his arms around her.

“So, will you grow your hair out?” Hee-Jin asked, reminding her boyfriend of what she had said earlier.

Eun-Seok tilted his head a bit, considering the idea. Finally, he sighed with a smile and held her closer.

“Alright,” Eun-Seok relented, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. “I’ll grow mine out if you do the same.”

Hee-Jin grinned and kissed her lover’s cheek in response, making him beam.

“Eun-Seok, I don’t think you should go on the raid.”

Hee-Jin frowned as she watched her lover put on his hunter outfit.

She didn’t know why, but she suddenly had an ominous feeling that something would go wrong on this raid.

Ever since Eun-Seok told her he would be going to Jeju for the third time, she had a sickening feeling that this raid wouldn’t be like the last two raids. And not in the sense that it would end successfully this time.

Hee-Jin never felt this way on his other raids, even the last two times Eun-Seok went to Jeju Island. She had been naturally worried but didn’t feel as anxious as this time.

“You know I can’t leave those two alone,” Eun-Seok smiled as he finished putting on his outfit and tied his hair back. “Who knows what they’ll get into.”

“They’re both S-Ranks too though, right?” Hee-Jin pressed as she tied his scarf.

Even though the weather wasn’t that cold yet, Eun-Seok wanted to wear the purple scarf all the time after learning Hee-Jin knitted it for him. She thought it would be too long and get in the way of his fighting, but Eun-Seok insisted it would be fine. He even reasoned that it would be good luck.

“Min Byung-Gyu is a healer, and you said yourself that Baek Yoon-Ho is a strong fighter. I’m sure they’ll be okay even with you there,” she reasoned.

She knew the gate was an S-Rank gate and the other hunters would need all the help they could get, especially from the S-Rank hunters. Which included Eun-Seok.

Eun-Seok turned to Hee-Jin and stared at her as his smile softened. He gently tucked her long black hair behind her ear before kissing her forehead.

“I’ll make sure to stay close to the others, Jinie,” Eun-Seok reasoned softly. “You know that Byung-Gyu is a healer. He can heal me if I do get hurt, and Yoon-Ho always has my back. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Hee-Jin pursed her lips and nodded, knowing she couldn’t change his mind.

Eun-Seok smiled and kissed her forehead.

“You promise you’ll be back?” Hee-Jin asked once again despite receiving the same answer the past dozens of times she asked.

Eun-Seok gave a small nod before resting his forehead against hers, and Hee-Jin looked up into his warm honey-brown eyes.

“I promise.”

“I’m... sorry, Ms. Park,” Baek Yoon-Ho stated, his eyes downcast with pain etched on his face.

Hee-Jin bit her lip as she struggled to hold back her sobs, having already failed to keep her tears from falling. She didn’t need to hear the rest of what he had to say. She already knew as soon as she opened the door and saw the White Tiger Guild’s guild master standing there instead of her lover what had happened.

Eun-Seok didn’t survive the raid.

She knew he shouldn’t have gone to Jeju. If only she had tried harder with trying to keep Eun-Seok from leaving...

Hee-Jin didn’t know what to say as she saw how Baek Yoon-Ho, one of the strongest hunters in their country, looked like he was about to crumble in front of her, clearly also upset that Eun-Seok was gone. She didn’t even see Min Byung-Gyu with him like she always did whenever she went to see Eun-Seok after his raids.

Hee-Jin took a few deep breaths to steady herself before she looked up at Baek Yoon-Ho and nodded.

“Thank you,” Hee-Jin spoke quietly, willing her voice not to crack now and make things worse.

Baek Yoon-Ho nodded, seemingly understanding that she wanted to be left alone, and walked away.

It was only after Hee-Jin silently closed the door that she allowed her sobs to escape.

Later, she found out they couldn’t retrieve Eun-Seok’s body from the island. He would never get a proper burial, and she couldn’t see him one last time. It might have been for the best though.

It was only at the funeral of the deceased hunters that she saw Baek Yoon-Ho again, but this time, he was standing with Min Byung-Gyu.

Baek Yoon-Ho noticed her despite how far they were and gave a slight bow in her direction. Min Byung-Gyu didn’t seem to notice as he stared down at the ground in front of him, his eyes red. He was dressed properly for the funeral, but it didn’t help hide his exhausted appearance.

Hee-Jin wasn’t surprised that Min Byung-Gyu looked like that. She was certain she didn’t look much better. She already heard that the S-Rank healer was retiring, no doubt feeling guilty about being unable to save Eun-Seok. She knew blaming him or the other hunters would do nothing to bring the love of her life back.

Hee-Jin only hoped they could all eventually heal from this as she went up to pay her respects to the deceased, especially the one who had taken her heart and wasn’t able to return with it.

Years later, Hee-Jin awakened herself, as a mage like her late lover was.

She had wished that she could be a hunter at some point to help Eun-Seok on his raids, but there was little point to that now.

However, she could help prevent other people from going through the same loss she experienced, so she resolved to do so after getting her rank.

So when Hee-Jin was looking for a guild to join and had trouble deciding, the White Tiger guild reached out to her within hours of Hee-Jin getting her license. She knew it wasn’t just a coincidence that they were the first guild to manage to get in touch with her.

Eun-Seok always spoke about how kind his friends were.

As Sung Jin-Woo walked past Hee-Jin, she looked up at the falling snow, feeling the snowflakes tickle her face even as the cold wind stung her cheeks.

Her surroundings began to blur the longer she stared, so Hee-Jin blinked a few times to clear her vision and calm her thoughts. She brushed the part of her hair not held up by her golden hairpin out of her face, her long black hair being blown by the wind.

Despite being stuck in a red gate and not knowing what dangers they would face, Hee-Jin felt a sense of calm, as if things would eventually work out.

It was similar to how she usually felt whenever Eun-Seok went on his raids in the past. Before the last Jeju raid.

Hee-Jin sighed, watching as her breath formed a small fog before dissipating into the air.

The snow really is quite lovely.

#solo leveling #park heejin #sl eunseok #heeseok

3 notes · View notes

angelicyoongie · 1 year ago

Note

i’m sorry maggy but i’ve been reading TOP nonstop since it has been uploaded 😩

it was released around 00:48 here and i was struggling to stay awake (literally my ankle is twisted ) but coincidentally when i saw TOP in my following page, my whole body forgot sleep 🥸☝🏽

i fear if i start giving my review you'll have to read a whole book, but a canon that seokjin is sweet, but in a fucked up way. he's considerate enough and he went as far as to starve himself to keep oc with him, abides by her wishes and gives her the time to accept his proposal. wonder why? mer people can't ‘love’ anyone, atleast not in sense of what humans perceive the word, yes?

i actually feel so bad for our strong oc. seokjin is weird with emotions and doesn't feel anything, not atleast what oc does with her experiences and stress with the sea. i actually wish to give her the basic medications for her injury to heal, because a lil tmi, my shoulder is very much at this point similar to oc’s conditions and even with proper care, it's hard, so what oc is going through is just my imagination ;_; with all that hurt of losing her everything at once to being alone with a creature who isn't so cooperative is so scary, wth

but at the same time seokjin is...😩. so hot.

like, he's the advanced merman, meaning he can communicate and understand stuff better— and when he bought the captain's chest, he had my attention already 😮‍💨

like what actually made me go aww ( yes i’m so fucked up because it's been a hot day or so i realised i like him hhdjklsahsjaksk) was the fact that he was mindful of his claws and made oc feel good and was aware of it ( 🥹 ) and, all the small acts of considerations, though being the bare minimum ( apart from the biting her flesh apart, uh ) somehow made me fall more for him. He's manipulative in a way that lmskdkdkfjbsbfh. The sass he holds each time, especially in the beginning when oc started to interrogate him, ugh

overall, the story was so well written, all thanks to your hardwork ♥️ take some rest because you deserve it..

a small canon that ; both tcs kookie and top seokie are sweet but in a weirdly fucked up manner

TCS!kook being a sweet, oversized puppy who can kill you and

TOP!seokie being the sassy mermaid who can kill you and would remind you that very often as well..lol

oh no, i hope your ankle is better by now!! it happened to me last year too, it hurts like a bitch :(

seokjin's actions can be perceived as considerate in some ways but at the end of the day he's doing all of that for himself. he's starving himself not for the MC, but because he finds her amusing and wants to keep her alive for longer. he listens to her requests when he feels like it but it's more to instill a false sense of security over him actually caring about what she thinks, you know? but he does have some tact though, i'll give him that 🙈 that's correct!

this poor MC is in the trenches with her injuries, i shudder to think what would become of them over time 😩 she's not in for a fun time ahead of her, that's for sure. maybe seokjin could find some form of medication in the sunken ships but i doubt it!

sdjksd, he's hot in a scary way for sure 🤪 he's terrible when he wants to be and kinda-sorta-sweet when he wants to be, it's just hard to tell what version you're dealing with until it might be too late, lol! the sass is the best part about him haha 😌

thank you so so much!! 🥺💖💖

lol yeah, i would say that's pretty spot-on descriptions of them!!

13 notes · View notes

ourdawnishotterthanourday · 4 months ago

Text

Wow, I usually don't read fics like this, but I really loved the magical aspect of it. The way you write is so nice and detailed, and I love how you described different surroundings, clothing, etc. Gave me a good feel of the whole vibe ^^ And I also love how the reader slowly warmed up to Seokmin.... Like how could you not fall in love with a man like this?

Here are some of my favorite moments (with comments 🤭):

"Seokmin has a nasty habit of being obsessive." - it's okay seokie, we don't mind at all hehehe 🤭

"he still liked the thought of taking care of someone..." - but why is this literally so cute though??

“Uneventful,” you deadpan." - damn y/n, who hurt you? poor man is trying so heart. GIVE HIM A CHANCE!!!

You pout, “and shouldn’t you have your own reusable bag by now?” - LET THE MAN HAVE AS MANY REUSABLE BAGS AS HE WANTS ASDHSAJDHASDA XD

"Yet, there was one that always left you curious, one that always made you stop to admire it no matter what." - this is seok's house, isn't it?!!!!

"You look up to see a slightly tired Seokmin" - I fckn knew it ehhehe

“Okay. Can I get your number so we can plan something?” - smooth boiii, I see what you're doing alright ;)

“Are you a witch?” - HECK YEAHHH

"Some guys burned me" - who their hurt this beautiful ray of sunshine?? I would have fucked those dudes up myself 😤

“Don’t tell me you’re just gonna yearn for them until you’re dead, that’s so fucking boring,” - bahaha go kwannie! tell him!

“As I drink this tea, you’ll become this delicious to me,” - I LOVE THIS LINE OMG

“I like you. I like you so much that I put a spell on myself to give myself the courage to tell you." - THAT'S WHAT I CALL WHIPPED AAAAAH SO CUTE

“You’re a really good kisser,” - I need me some of that honey ooff

The ending was so sweet and fulfilling uwuuuu. Sealed the deal with a kiss and all. Damn, I'd never let go for sure 😍

honey jar

lee seokmin x gn!reader

word count: 5.6k

tag list: @maijunejuly @graykageyama @svthub @junkissed

warnings: mentions of violence, strangers to lovers

a/n: my svthub halloween fic is finally done!! thank you to june for beta reading part of this and to my fellow svthub members for being so supportive of this idea even though I kept it very close to my chest lol. it turned out a bit differently than I expected, but I truly hope you enjoy it! happy halloween! 💗

Seokmin has a nasty habit of being obsessive. It doesn’t pop up often, but when it does, his fixation can be quite hard to let go of.

It’s not his fault that you’re incredibly fascinating. Seokmin is a faithful patron of the local witchcraft shop where you work, he didn’t even need to go to the store as often as he does, but there’s just something about you.

As a witch, he could easily source his supplies for potions and spells from much less conspicuous places, but he’s grown accustomed to the way you pack each of his items carefully, whether it be a few crystals or heavy equipment.

Soonyoung and Seungkwan always warned him to be wary of humans, to know that not everyone would react positively to his powers, but he couldn’t help it.

Even if his flings crashed and burned, he still liked the thought of taking care of someone whether his powers were involved or not.

Thus, he found himself at the witchcraft store for the 3rd time this week, picking up something he definitely did not need, just to see you.

You were never particularly fond of small talk or seemingly anything positive, but he tried to engage with you like always.

Seokmin carefully set down a pile of crystals on the counter, much to your dismay. The store had been relatively empty since he came in, but he figured you could expect him to be there a few times a week now.

“How’s your day been so far?” He’s beaming.

You offer him a slight scowl before looking at the cashier's tablet to key in his items. You only give a short glance at the crystals before answering. “Uneventful,” you deadpan.

“Why are you buying all these crystals, you were just here for crystals last week,” You don’t look up at him, instead shaking your head in disapproval at this lunatic who would likely end up buying out your entire stock of crystals by the end of the week.

“My friend’s birthday is coming up and they’re really into crystals,” He lies and examines his choices once again, nodding in confirmation at what he’s picked out for his hypothetical friend.

These would just go on another shelf in his bedroom, adding to the massive collection of stones waiting to be used for a specific spell. He decided he could never have enough good energy with him, so maybe the trip wasn’t a complete waste.

You observe him as if you’re contemplating whether to believe his obvious lie. Your shoulders lower with a deep sigh, it seems like you’ve decided to leave things alone today. “Whatever, your total is $16.54.”

He digs through his wallet to give you the exact amount in cash, and despite having a perfectly functioning debit card, he liked indulging in the novelty of cash payments. It was a silly human invention that made him unreasonably happy for some reason, amongst other things.

“Can I have a reusable bag? I like the designs here,” He smiles again at the thought of the reusable bags the store offered. There are a few different designs that he’s admired for a while now, especially since they were made by local artists.

“You’re stealing my script,” You pout, “and shouldn’t you have your own reusable bag by now?” You reach below the counter to grab the tote bag, and to his surprise, it’s his favorite out of the local designs. The picture is quite simple, a watercolor drawing of fairies living within a flower garden. He thought it was sweet and nostalgic, it always made him happy to see it framed on the counter among the other tote bag designs.

“You’re right, I left it at home,” He admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his hair easily. He knew his crystals would just be put in a small paper bag, but he figured he could test his luck by asking for something bigger.

“You’re lucky that you spend so much money here,” You still don’t look at him as you put the crystals in the miniature paper bag and push it forward.

“Or else I would’ve made you pay for this,” You hold out the tote bag for him to take. His eyes go slightly wide, but he catches himself and takes it with a smile.

He blushes. “I appreciate the kindness, thank you.”

“I think this will be my last visit of the week,” he confirms.

He really should ease up on coming to see you, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He didn’t necessarily have it in the budget to keep making this many visits to the shop.

“Great,” You’re still unamused, but he’s still trying to fight the nerves building up in the pit of his stomach.

“See you around,” He waves and exits the store before he can catch your reaction, he feels too overwhelmed to look back.

He knew he was being pathetic, but what else could he do?

The infatuation has already bloomed in his heart, now he had to figure out a way to deal with it.

—

Outside of work, you enjoyed exploring the neighborhood on your walks back home. You didn’t live very far from the shop, so you tried to utilize every moment to find something new to fawn over.

Recently, it’s been the houses in the hidden streets near your apartment.

Whenever you left to get coffee or get groceries for the week, you didn’t stop yourself from turning down the corner of the road toward the glimpses of suburbia in the bustling city.

Most times, people weren’t outside of their homes, so you could observe the exterior of certain houses thoroughly without judgment.

Sometimes, there were kids playing outside or a couple would be talking on their porch. Things like seasonal decorations, school graduation pickets, and traces of colorful chalk on the pavement reminded you that people lived full vibrant lives in places you would never see.

It always left you with a hopeful feeling.

Yet, there was one that always left you curious, one that always made you stop to admire it no matter what.

The sage green Victorian-style house stuck out like a sore thumb among the minimalist angular homes that took up a good portion of the block.

The two-story house contained a wrap-around porch, a steeply pitched roof, painted iron railings, and other ornate flourishes that drew your eye to it every time.

This time, you’re so lost in thought while looking at the roof that you barely notice someone walking outside the front door.

You avert your eyes to the sidewalk immediately. “Shit, I’m sorry for staring,” Your response is panic-stricken, and you don’t want to face whatever old person would be waiting to kick you off their lawn.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” The voice is much younger than you envisioned, but also strangely familiar as well.

You look up to see a slightly tired Seokmin, lingering on the porch to get a better look at you.

He seems just as shocked as you are as if you’re both people that can only exist in one location in your mind.

He’s also startlingly handsome for 6 pm on a Thursday, he’s only dressed in a plain sweatshirt and sweatpants but it’s enough to drive you slightly insane.

His fluffy black hair is now hidden by a baseball cap, spotlighting his facial features.

His smile is still just as kind as always, if not more when the initial shock of seeing you wears off. “Y/N, hi! Do you live near here?”

“Yeah, I live a few blocks from here,” You point behind you and offer him a small smile.

“Oh wow, you’re close to the store then!”

“Yeah, blessing and a curse,” You nod. “Wait, do you live here?” You bring yourself back to focus to ask him what’s on your mind.

“Oh, yeah, I do,” He replies excitedly. This brings up a flurry of questions in your mind.

“You have roommates, right? I mean there’s no way you live here alone,” You assess him offhandedly but realize your tone. “Shit, that was mean.”

He doesn’t seem offended by your assumption though.

“It’s true, I definitely can’t afford to be here alone so I have two roommates.”

“That’s nice, at least,” You sigh at the thought of having nice roommates. A few bad encounters in college had sworn you off completely, at least for the time being.

“I work at the branch right near that bright pink thrift shop, so I’m also close to work,” He looks as if he’s given this exact reference too many times, so much so that he waits for your lightbulb moment that eventually comes a few seconds later.

“Yeah, of course! That reminds me, I haven’t renewed my library card,” You grab the side of your tote bag while thinking of your keys, remembering the tiny library card that hung on your keychain.

“You should come to see me at the library! I could do it for you,” He’s almost a little too eager to help you out. Everything about him is eager, his presence is almost puppylike and you’re not sure if you like that or not.

“I can just do it online, right?”

He pouts. “Then you can’t come to see me,” His voice is slightly petulant which makes your heart flutter for some reason. “I’ve seen you a million times, it’s time for you to catch up.”

“This implies that we’re friends, friends visit each other at work.”

“Do you not want to be friends?”

The question is innocent enough, but it stops you in your tracks.

Although his energy is almost sickeningly sweet, he leaves you curious. You’d like to know if he’s always been this way, what makes him nervous, what his roommates are like, and why he always looks so endearing without trying.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you could benefit from having more friends.

“No, I do,” You let yourself smile just enough so that he’s content again.

His face immediately seems back at ease at your agreement.

“Okay. Can I get your number so we can plan something?”

You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if he’s really just that excited to see you again, you opt for the latter by the way he keeps trying to hide his smile from you.

You eventually nod with a closed-mouth smile, and you silently unlock your phone and hand it to him to input his number.

His eyes seem especially curious as he types in his contact information, wide and attentive at your phone.

“Here you go,” He hands it back with a bright smile and you wonder how he hasn’t run out of energy just from smiling at you.

“I’ll go now, but it was nice to run into you,” You shift awkwardly away from him with a short wave, starting to turn around away from his view.

“You too,” His eyes are almost closed from how brightly he’s smiling. You turn away full before you can fixate on it. You decide to check his contact as you walk in the opposite direction you came from and you notice something.

His name isn’t just Seokmin.

It’s “seokmin!” with an exclamation point as if his sparkly energy is somehow radiating from your phone. It makes you let out air through your nose with a chuckle as you shove your phone back into your jacket pocket.

His energy is quite distinct, that’s for sure.

—

Library shifts were relatively slow, but Seokmin didn’t particularly mind. He was able to complete his work around the building without constant interruption, but he was always happy to help a patron out.

Most patrons were drawn to him anyways, likely from his dazzling smile and charming personality. He could convince anyone to check out at least one book, catering to visitors of any age.

Yet, today, he was relegated to the circulation desk.

It was his fault for not spreading his tasks out further through the day, but that’s the problem with having powers, it makes you want to use them for everything.

Who wouldn’t use magic to help you shelve books faster or sort through a pile of returned books?

It was the part of the afternoon when the library was practically abandoned beside a few patrons idly browsing on the computers, and Seokmin could get away with doing whatever he wanted, within reason.

Today, that meant flipping through the massive administrative binders without touching a single page, his fingers scanning the information to type into the computer before turning to the next page with a flick of his hand.

He typically did this with eyes flitting between the door and the pages of the binder to ensure that no one noticed what he was doing.

His eyes went up at just the right moment to see you walk through the double doors, he fumbled his hands below the desk in an effort to avoid any confrontation.

It’s been a few weeks since you were outside his house and barely any texts were exchanged between the two of you.

Honestly, Seokmin thought he was doing something wrong, but clearly, you were still interested in seeing him.

You approach the desk with a tight smile and Seokmin feels his heart jump to his throat.

You give him a once over and squint your eyes. “What were you doing?”

Shit, he’s been found out.

“Work,” He stutters in a quiet tone. He was charismatic and confident when you were outside his house, why is he suddenly so flustered?

You clear your throat and readjust the tote bag on your shoulder. “Right, well, I still wanted to renew my library card. Sorry, it took me so long to come by.”

“No worries,” His signature smile reappeared on his face as he turned his attention toward the computer, he thanked the universe that it was still logged in.

“Ok, what’s your library card number?” He glances up at you.

“It’ll probably just be easier to give you my card,” Your head is down and you’re focused on pulling out your wallet to retrieve the card.

“Yeah, for sure,” He is admittedly staring quite hard at you, but he can’t help it. He likes that you’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt and the sleeves are practically covering your hands to the point where your fingers are practically gone by the time you hand him the card.

It never feels like this, he can usually type things out quite easily, but now the keyboard feels like an obstacle as he types out the number printed on the back of your card.

He triple checks the number before he speaks up. “Is the address you previously added correct?”

“Yeah,” You nod without much emotion, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

You don’t care about much, it seems. Well, that’s what he gathers through your texts.

From his visits to the shop, you do seem to care about the color yellow. He noticed there would always be a hint of yellow somewhere in your outfit, whether it be earrings, a button on your shirt, or a yellow trinket on your keychain.

He notices the tote bag on your shoulder is yellow too, and it makes his heart a bit warm.

“Great,” He forces himself to look over the other information and update your card’s status back to “active” before he lets any more of his nerves set in.

“Okay, you’re all set. You should be able to check out a book,” He hands the card back with an easy expression, he hopes that he’s disguising his uneasiness.

“Great. I’ll text you,” You nod and turn away before Seokmin can wave goodbye. He watches you leave through the double doors before letting out a pent-up sigh that’s centered in his chest.

That could’ve gone better.

He could’ve told you some fragments of his feelings, how he’s wanted to hang out with you for the past few weeks but schedule conflicts kept getting in the way.

Seokmin channeled his frustration into the pen sitting on top of the open binder, gently outstretching his fingers so that the writing utensil began to levitate.

This was a rudimentary skill to him now, but it was one of the first advanced principles that he learned as a child. The idea of holding control over objects of any weight without needing a wand signaled a step towards complete discipline as a witch, but now he simply needed it to feel any semblance of control when he couldn’t let out his anger.

He didn’t think it had been that long since he had been sulking over office items, not until someone spoke up at him.

“Seokmin?”

He’s so frazzled that his brain can’t register who it is until he really looks at their face.

It’s you. No, it’s definitely you. You’re carrying the same yellow tote bag, and the same oversized sweater as a few minutes before, but your face is now painted in shock.

His hands react so frantically that the pen goes flying, slamming against the back wall near the break room. He turns back to you, clearly bewildered by his lack of composure.

“Your pen, it was,” You point a shaky hand toward him, the event is trying to unfold itself through your lips, but your brain simply can’t catch up.

“Why did you come back?” He blinks at you.

“I left my keys,” You hold up the keychain before blinking rapidly, stuffing them into your pockets not even a minute later.

The tension is unflinchingly thick between the two of you, he can hear the clicking of the keyboards from the patrons across the room.

“Why was your pen floating?” You break the silence again with a nervous voice.

He’s trying to muster up the right words to tell you, it’s always a toss-up as to how humans would react to his powers. He’s seen horror, anger, sadness, happiness, and everything in between from revealing his secret, so nothing unnerves him anymore, but something about the way your assured and relaxed persona is now suspended in fear is unsettling.

He watches you attempt to piece together a coherent thought in your head.

“Are you a witch?”

Well, he didn’t expect you to figure it out that quickly.

“Oh my god, you are. You’re not denying it,” Your voice is slightly panicked.

Seokmin can feel the blush crawl up his cheeks and his heart rise up to his throat.

“Look, I can explain,” He glances at the time on the desktop computer, “I’m off in ten minutes, I can tell you everything then, okay?” His eyes are pleading for you to understand. Your eyes haven’t relaxed at all, but you still nod. It’s enough to immediately switch his face into a reassuring grin.

Seokmin is certain that he’s never clocked out faster in his entire life.

—

“You’re not tired of my questions yet?”

“No, of course not,” He smirks and takes a short sip of his bubble tea after answering. He felt so bad after seeing your reaction that he insisted on buying you bubble tea as a consolation, something you happily agreed to.

You were now sitting outside the shop on a nearby bench, filling the occasional silence of enjoying your drink with your barrage of questions for him. He was never frustrated, no matter how basic the question might seem.

That was something you admire about him, his patience was far more bountiful than yours could ever be.

You weren’t even really mad at him about the whole situation, honestly. It felt unnecessary to feel upset at something he couldn’t control. If anything, you were surprised at how covert he managed to be after so long.

You knew his energy was particularly special, but knowing that he was a witch seemed to make his habits even more fascinating.

“So what you did at the library, you don’t need a wand or anything to perform spells?” You peer at him.

“No, I can use one, but it’s easier to use my hands,” He flexes his fingers before wrapping them around his cup to take another sip.

“Is it hard to hide this? I mean, I think I’d be going fucking insane honestly,” You offer him nervous eyes and he lets out a short chuckle.

“It got easier with time, it always does,” His maturity shows through his response, you figure that it’s the result of having to deal with so much bullshit.

Thus, you consider your words carefully before asking another question. “Seokmin?”

“Hmm?” He looks at you with those sweet eyes of his, it breaks your heart a little before you can get the words out.

“Has anyone ever hurt you for it?” You try to lace it with as much compassion as possible. You still can’t say it out loud, that he’s a witch, you figure that you aren’t comfortable yet.

He sighs. “Yeah, I’ve got this nice little keepsake,” He moves his shirt sleeve up to reveal a thick scar across his forearm.

“Some guys burned me, luckily Soonyoung and Seungkwan beat their asses for me before it got much worse,” He laughs, but you’re unsettled at the idea of just how traumatic it must’ve been. It makes you wince just looking at it, you can only imagine how much it truly hurt him.

“I’m glad they were there for you, that’s awful. I’m sorry,” You place your hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing the fabric of his sweater. He noticeably relaxes, something that encourages you to leave it there for a bit.

“It’s okay. They’re the best friends I could ask for,” He nods at the ground with a fond smile, the thought of them seems to take over his mind.

“It’s not okay. I hope wherever those guys are, they’re fucking miserable,” You grumble.

“Thanks.”

There’s a brief silence again before he speaks up.

“I don’t want to stop being a good person though. I know I’m too positive and cheerful sometimes, but I still want to give love because I know it’s what I’m here to do,” He responds assuredly. It almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Like your purpose?” You ask, slightly startled.

“Yeah. I think I’m full of love, I have love for every single piece of my life. I try to keep that intention in both spheres of my life,” He gives you a sincere look, it’s like he knows how deep the sentiment is hitting you in that moment.

How could anyone attack Seokmin?

Seokmin, the guy who smiles almost constantly, who holds gratitude for everything in his life, who is carefully considerate and sweet. It’s too cruel.

“That’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that strongly about my life,” You furrow your brows at the thought of even trying to make something up to like about it.

You’ve just coasted through life, going to the next thing without much thought. Seokmin is definitely the most exciting thing that’s happened to you in recent memory, possibly ever.

“I don’t think you need some sort of grand purpose. You can just exist and that can be enough, you know?” Seokmin quips. You’re sure that he didn’t mean for it to sound so prophetic, but it is.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll figure it out,” You shake your head with a hard sigh.

“There’s no rush.”

You don’t know how long you spend outside on the bench talking to each other, but it’s definitely long enough for the sun to set. It feels natural talking to Seokmin, he wasn’t as complicated as you once thought. You exchange goodbyes, but you can’t stop yourself from giving him a hug before you go.

You don’t mean to startle him when you put your arms around him, but he immediately softens into your touch. “What’s all this?” His tone is slightly brighter than normal.

“Thank you for everything you said,” You mumble. His laugh vibrates through your body and it’s more comforting than you expected.

“Don’t worry about it,” He tightens his grip on you slightly before pulling away to look at you. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” You wave one last time and watch him walk away for a few moments before starting on your own path back home. You can’t help but notice the new warmth in your chest.

You actually believe him this time when he says he’ll see you again.

—

After the incident, it’s clear that you both can’t go very long without seeing each other. With every hangout, the lingering glances, the brushing of your hands against his, the way you open up to him, Seokmin’s feelings are starting to choke him from the inside out.

“You should just tell them.”

“No, absolutely not,” Seokmin furiously shakes his head and settles into his blanket. The couch seemed like a good place to deny your feelings, right?

“Don’t tell me you’re just gonna yearn for them until you’re dead, that’s so fucking boring,” Seungkwan sighs into his tea before taking a sip. Seokmin had finally decided to catch Seungkwan up to speed on the situation, but now he was starting to regret it.

“Shut up, we’re going at a good pace!” Seokmin insists.

“I know you’ve been single for a while, but you cannot seriously think this is fast enough. They were practically eye fucking you the moment you brought them in here,” Seungkwan scoffs. Seokmin sits up at that thought.

Had he really been missing so many cues?

You came to see the house a few days ago after your shift to meet his roommates, and you did seem a bit more attentive to Seokmin in hindsight. You just didn’t think it was strong enough for Seungkwan to notice, but honestly most things didn’t get past him.

“I should do a spell then, right? Just force myself to feel the confidence I don’t have to tell them how I feel,” It makes sense when he says it out loud, but Seungkwan’s suspicious glance stops his train of thought.

“Well, I don’t think I can convince you either way. But Seokmin,” Seungkwan sets his cup on the coffee table, “You seem really happy with them. Don’t let yourself get in the way of this,” His arms latch onto Seokmin’s shoulders with a reassuring squeeze.

“I won’t,” Seokmin gives him a gentle nod.

He decides at that moment to do it. He knew that he’d regret it if he didn’t try.

—

In Seokmin’s opinion, many love spells that he could recall were either too complicated or potent for what this situation requires. Seokmin didn’t want to wait for another full moon to take action, he knew that the longer he waited, the more he’d feel unsatisfied.

He spent a bit too long poring through the pages of his spell books just to find the most accessible love spell, but it’s when he's lying in bed that he remembers it.

The honey jar spell.

It’s almost too simple, but it’s just the right push that he needed. It didn’t need many materials and it would only work to improve the relationship, not enact any questionable dynamics between the two of you.

He could easily recall the steps in his mind as he got up to find the materials.

Step 1: Write the name of the person you’d like to connect to three times on a piece of paper.

He found an unused journal in the bottom of his desk drawer and tore a sheet of paper out, proceeding to write your name out with his favorite pen.

Step 2: Write out your intention.

Seokmin had to be perfectly clear with his words or else this could go wrong.

“I want to start a relationship with Y/N,” He whispers as he writes the words and it makes him blush. It felt so juvenile, but it was the truth.

Step 3: Fold the piece of paper three times to make it fit perfectly in a honey jar.

Seokmin kept a jar of honey on his shelf, thankfully it wasn't too full. He sat down at his desk again and slowly folded the paper three times, letting out a small breath as he dropped the paper into the jar.

Step 4: Take a tablespoon of honey from the jar and mix it into a cup of tea before replacing the top. While sipping your tea, repeat the following line to yourself: “As I drink this tea, you’ll become this delicious to me.” The spell will be cast once you finish the tea.

He stands up from his desk with the honey out to the kitchen. Thankfully, Soonyoung and Seungkwan were out of the house so he could make his tea in peace.

He grabbed his favorite mug, a white mug with an illustration of crossed swords surrounded by a wreath of flowers.

He could make a cup of tea in his sleep at this point, the sounds of the kettle and the image of his jar of loose tea leaves hidden in the back of the pantry were clear in his mind.

His water was hot, he scooped the perfect amount of tea leaves into the mug, and the tablespoon of honey settled nicely into the mixture.

After stirring the tea a few times, he took a sip. It was perfectly sweet. “As I drink this tea, you’ll become this delicious to me,” He whispers to himself as he goes back for another sip.

Once he made it back to his room with the mug, he decided to savor the tea as he cleaned his room, a task he’d been avoiding for a few days. As he muttered the phrase to himself between sips, he realized that you were already delicious to him.

Your presence was perfect as it was.

Once the tea was finished, he remembered the final piece to the spell.

Step 5: Bury the honey jar in a safe place, ideally near plants or flowers that are expanding.

Soonyoung’s backyard garden came to mind. He always likes when there are new additions, so he wouldn’t care if it was for a spell. He went outside to the garden, honey jar in tow. It wasn’t dark out yet, so it wouldn’t look too suspicious to dig up a small hole. He didn’t remember what was out there until he saw a patch of marigolds.

The yellow flowers stood out to him, as if it was a sign that you were meant to be there.

There was a small patch of upended dirt behind the flowers, so he decided to bury it reasonably close to the patch of flowers before looking over his work.

He lets the crisp fall air clear his mind of any worries of the spell as he walks back into the house, only thinking of you and how you’d be getting off of work soon.

—

Seokmin was nervous, you could tell the moment you saw him. He tried to hide it with his smile, but you could read him a bit better now. You’d spent the afternoon out at a bookstore and his energy was slightly more frantic than usual. Still, you had a nice time going through the aisles together and picking out a new book. He decides to drive you there and back, but once he pulls up to your apartment to drop you off, you decide to question what’s going on.

“Seokmin, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?” He’s already pouting slightly.

“I just, you seemed kinda nervous today? If I’m wrong, then tell me,” You shifted in your seat and turned your eyes toward the street.

“No, you’re right, I am nervous,” You hear him sigh a bit too loudly.

“About what? You can tell me anything, I promise.”

“I like you. I like you so much that I put a spell on myself to give myself the courage to tell you. I know you were nervous to give me a chance especially after the secret, but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you,” He lets the words spill out until he can’t speak anymore and you’re blushing.

He likes you, the guy with the biggest heart in the world likes you and you couldn’t be happier.

“Seokmin, please, I like you too,” You seem to quiet his internal monologue the moment you put your hand on his cheek with an eager smile.

“A whole spell for me though, that’s a bit much,” You joke, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

“I had to be sure,” His voice is almost too quiet, but he’s smiling through the embarrassment.

“Can I kiss you?” You lean towards him, keeping your hand in the same position. His cheeks are noticeably pink.

“Of course,” He lets you close the gap between your lips and it’s heavenly, you immediately feel yourself pulled into his orbit.

You decide it’s a well earned kiss when he slips his tongue into your mouth, earning a quiet moan from your lips. You indulge him for a few more moments before you give him one last peck, pulling away from his face with a grin.

“You’re a really good kisser,” He whispers into your ear and you’re falling onto his shoulder with laughter. His relieved laugh echoes through your ear and you’re sure that you haven’t felt this happy in a long time.

You’re not sure how it will feel to be let into every aspect of his life, but you’re certain that it will feel like coming home, unfolding a level of comfort that you’ve never felt before.

It’s enough to hold you over until you get to kiss him again, and you’re certain it won’t be very long until that happens.

#K-Fic Collection Review #networks 🌐#JiJis recs #JiJi reviews #seokmin 💜#seokmin x reader

218 notes · View notes