#Chanyeol x oc

[cherryeol04]

Might Alpha 2

➻ Pairings: Chanyeol x Reader

➻ Genre: Romance, Wolf Au

➻ Additional: destined mates

➻ Word Count: 1.5K

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

The backlash that came when Baekhyun and Chanyeol denounced their marriage was something that no one expected. They knew their parents would be upset, but the sheer mortification that came from knowing Baekhyun had been with another alpha and never actually slept with Chanyeol was so confusing. The fact that the male was Baekhyun’s destined mate didn't seem to matter to anyone. 

While the elders had stayed silent, the parents argued back and forth on how they could rectify the situation, without bothering to listen to the children whose lives they were purposefully trying to ruin for the simple fact that Baekhyun was a gifted male omega with the ability to bear pups. They didn't care that they were trying to break not one, but two bonds. Bonds from the same family. 

It confused Soohee, because she remembered very clearly that Chanyeol had said the whole union between Baekhyun and himself was because they trusted Chanyeol and it was a great way for her father to get a foot into the counsel and influence decisions and laws however he saw fit.  Chanyeol was going to be the next elder and possibly the next head alpha if he could pass the tests that would challenge his strength, his logic, and his wit. And while she worried about her brother being hurt, she believed the man he was with would never hurt him since they were destined mates. And if her father still wanted that in, if he would just listen to Chanyeol, he would know that they were destined mates. 

Soohee had never told her parents or anyone else what happened that night after her party, nor the weekend and the two days after that she was in heat. They were mates, she knew that and still had trouble processing it, but it was a fact she was more than ready to admit. Yet they hadn't mated during her heat, both agreeing that they wanted to wait. Even if they used protection, there wasn't a guarantee it would work or if they would constantly remember the amount of times they would have to have sex. So Chanyeol did his best to pleasure her and help her through her heat and she was so thankful for it. But they still haven't told anyone. Or rather, they were trying, but no one was actually listening to them. 

“Well since your son has been defiled, we will find a new mate for Chanyeol. A better and loyal omega!” Mr. Park grunted out. 

“What?” Chanyeol asked in shock. 

“Excuse me? My son is very much loyal!”

“Lies. He's been defiled by that Chinese vagrant!” Mr. Park growled. “You and your family are so immoral, Mr. Byun, that I'm surprised you're all even allowed to continue to live in this pack. And if your son acts like this, I can't even begin to imagine how your daughter must be, whoring about and asking for any male to fuck her.”

“That’s enough! You are so vile and disgusting, speaking of a child like that!” Mr. Byun shouted. 

“Child?! Child?! She's of age now isn't She? But has that ever stopped her? You don't think we don't hear rumors?”

“What? Soohee, what is talking about?” Mr. Byun asked, furious by all the words being thrown around. 

“I don't know.” Soohee said. “I don't know of rumors. Dad, it's a lie.” She said. 

“Adults don't lie.” Mr. Park snapped at her and she shrunk back. Lies from an adult. She had no idea where he would ever get such information about her. She had never done anything to try and get guys. She had only ever wanted Chanyeol. And even her closest friends knew that. 

“If she says there are none, then there aren't.” Mr. Byun growled. “My daughter is perfect! Maybe it’s your son that is the issue!” He fired back. Another round of shouting began and Soohee had heard enough. She slipped out of her chair and did her best to sneak out of the meeting hall. She thought she was very successful and made it outside with a sigh. 

“For the love of god. Adults are crazy. I don't want to be an adult.” She whined softly. 

“Tell me about it.” 

Soohee jumped and looked over at her brother as he came to sit next to her. “Oppa.” She said gently. “Are you okay? Dad and Mr. Park are blowing everything out of proportion.” She said. 

“I know.” Baekhyun sighed softly and closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead gently. “Like, why are they like this? The elders always preach about destined mates and not interfering and here they are staying quiet while our parents fight to ruin our lives.” 

Soohee stared at him and sighed softly. She reached over and rubbed his back gently and smiled softly. “It'll be okay.” She said softly. “You have your mate. You should go and run off with him. They can't stop you.”

“And leave you?” Baekhyun asked softly. “Disappoint our family? I couldn't.” He said as he looked at her. 

“So you'd rather risk your bond with your mate?” Soohee asked and cocked her head. “Oppa, you're not a disappointment. And I'll be fine.”

“Because you have your mate now.” Baekhyun said and smiled weakly at her. 

“I….what?”

“Don't play dumb.” Baekhyun laughed softly. “I knew the moment I introduced you to Chanyeol that you two were mates.” He said.

“How?”

“Blue eyes are the sign that an alpha has found their mate and imprinted on them. I saw them that day. I knew and I made him promise me he would never try anything with you until you were old enough.” He said. “I had no idea that this stupid union would be done either.” He said and ran a hand through his hair some before groaning. “I don't know what to do Soohee.”

Soohee frowned as she stared at her brother and was gonna answer when another person joined them. 

“Let's go and start our own pack.” Their heads whipped around quickly and stared at Chanyeol in shock. “what?”

“What do you mean what? How can we start our own pack?” Soohee asked, confused. “That's a big task.”

“Yeah and where would we go?” Baekhyun asked and Chanyeol just shrugged. 

“Does it matter? We’ll just go somewhere. The four of us establish our own pack. We'll gather packless shifters and shifters wanting a new pack and just start over fresh.” He said. 

“Do you...do you think we can do it?” Baekhyun asked. 

“Well with Yixing as another alpha, I'm sure we can manage and grow slowly. It might be hard at first. But won't it be worth it?” Chanyeol asked. “They obviously don't care about our wants and needs. Our destinies. So we need to take our lives into our own hands.” He said. His eyes moved from Baekhyun to Soohee and he smiled. He took her hand and held it gently in his, squeezing it gently. 

“Chanyeol.” Soohee whispered softly and smiled.

“It'll be worth it.” Baekhyun agreed and smiled softly at them. “Come on. Let's go.” He said and stood. Soohee looked back at her brother and nodded. She stood, pulling at Chanyeol’s hand and making him stand. “I'll meet you two at Yixing’s. Don't take too long, okay?” He said. 

They nodded and with quick goodbyes, they parted ways, with Soohee going with Chanyeol because she just needed to be with him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Soohee asked as she walked towards Chanyeol’s jeep.

“No. But we have to do what we have to do.” Chanyeol said as he unlocked the doors and climbed into the driver's seat. Soohee sighed and got into the jeep, closing the door before turning to face him. 

“Chanyeol, I'm being serious. I'm still a kid. I'm fresh out of high school, just turned 18 and you want to move to some unknown place and start a pack there. It sounds crazy.” She said, “Are you sure this is something you really want?” Her question was directed towards their current decision but there was an undertone of uncertainty about their relationship. Was she really what he wanted?

Chanyeol sighed softly as he slipped the key into the ignition before turning to face her. “Soohee.” He said gently. He scooted over to her and reached out, his fingers stroking her cheeks gently. “I want to be with you, and only you. And if that means we have to go into the future blind, then I will do it. I love you.” He told her and leaned in, pressing their foreheads together gently. “I've loved you for so long and I've waited for so long. Now I have you, I don't ever want to let you go. Please. Stay with me.”

Soohee stared up into his eyes and felt her heart race at how beautiful and gorgeous they were. And probably because of his words, but mostly due to his eyes. “Of course I'll stay with you.” She said gently. “Why wouldn't I when I have been pinning after Mr. Handsome for so long.” She said with a giggle. Chanyeol smiled softly and leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was soft and quick, but she loved it all the same. 

“Then let's go. And we'll start a new life together and be happy together.” Chanyeol said gently with a smile. Soohee nodded and smiled softly as they pulled back and Chanyeol started the jeep. 

“Everything will be okay, right?” she asked. 

“Of course. Trust me.” 

~*~

“Dad, no! Stop it! Let me go!” Soohee shouted as she struggled in the grips of a few of the male wolves her father had dragged with him. She wasn't sure how they knew their plans or how to find them, but they did. It was probably just their keen sense of smell. That was the only possible reason she could think of, of how they found them this far out of the city. 

“I would expect this kind of thing from Baekhyun, but you? Why Soohee? Why are you going to associate yourselves with these rebels?” Mr. Byun asked as he motioned to her brother. His mate and Chanyeol, all of whom were being detained as well. Though it was taking more people to hold Chanyeol back as he was being scolded so loudly by his father. She could hear every nasty word he was calling her and her brother and she just couldn't take anymore. “Soohee! Answer me!” 

“He's my mate!” the words fell from her lips before she could even stop to fully process her train of thought. The announcement seemed to draw the attention of everyone as they all went silent. 

“Excuse me?” Mr. Park asked, eyes wide. 

“Chanyeol is my mate.” She said softly and jerked herself from the slacking grips of the men. “He is mine, and Baekhyun has found his and the rest of you are acting like spoiled little children!”

“Soohee!” 

“No dad! It's true. You all are supposed to be adults, filled with wisdom that's supposed to help guide your children as they become adults and start their own family. And here you both are, two families that don't give a shit about their own children and are just obsessed with whatever power they can have!” She sneered, disgusted. 

“Byun, put a stop to her before I do.” Mr. Park warned, but was greeted with a very angry growled and rough shove as Chanyeol tore himself from the four men holding him back. Their strength together was nowhere near a match for Chanyeol’s strength when he really used it, like he had in this case. 

“You won't touch her.” Chanyeol growled out as he moved to Soohee and pulled her close to him, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist to protect her. “And she's right. Ever since it was announced what my future status would be, all you or anyone else has ever cared about was that. You held me so high up on a pedestal, out of the reach for anyone you deemed unworthy. You never stopped to ask what I wanted or if I've found my mate. Well, dad, I have. And it's not Baekhyun. It was never Baekhyun and it would be selfish and wrong of me to try and keep him from his own mate.”

“Chanyeol.” Mr. Park floundered for words to speak, but he couldn't even form a decent, coherent sentence. 

“We know who we love, who we are meant to be with, and what we're doing is the only way we can be with them. So either you accept this reality or step aside and let us leave.” Everyone was silent for a long while, staring at the two before looking at the two fathers. 

“Soohee...there was an agreement…”

“And it can still be upheld. Just not with Baekhyun, but me instead. You can still have whatever it is you want. And the rest of us can be happy. The last thing I've ever wanted to do is leave you and mom but I can't live without him. I don't want to feel our bond break. It'll kill me.” she said softly. 

“Don't be so dramatic, it won't kill you if…” Mr. Park started but paused. “You haven't marked her, have you?”

Chanyeol stared at his father intently before moving his hand and lifting her shirt slightly to show the mark he had left on her side. “Three weeks ago, when she went into heat,” he said proudly. “She is mine. Forever.” he announced and pulled her closer as he leaned down slightly to nuzzle her head. 

“Dad please.” Baekhyun whispered. “Just let us be happy.”

Mr. Byun looked between his two children and sighed heavily. “We can't fight it now. A bond has been made, I assume for both of them. The elders wouldn’t take too kindly if we destroyed them for selfish reasons.” he sighed. “And it would hurt me to hurt my children, I should have realized that from the beginning.” he said and walked over to Baekhyun as he was finally released. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Baekhyun said and smiled. “There is no denying, he is the one.” he said and looked over at Yixing. Mr. Byun sighed, nodded and looked over, waving his hand in signal for Yixing to be released. The silent alpha moved to Baekhyun and hugged him tightly, nuzzling against his neck. 

“I suppose I have two unions to prepare for now.” Mr. Byun smiled. “Let's get you all home before your mothers have a fit.”

“Oh...yeah.” Mr. Park cleared his throat. “Chanyeol, I'll need you to-”

“Yeah dad. Don't worry. I'll call her down.” Chanyeol laughed. It was funny to see such a composed man cower in fear at the mention of his angry wife. 

~*~

Soohee smiled as she flopped back on her bed, a laugh leaving her as Chanyeol stumbled out of his pants, hopping around to try and kick off the offending garments before finally flinging it across her room. It hit her closed door and he winced before climbing into her bed. “Are you new to taking off pants?” she asked teasingly. 

“Oh shut up.” Chanyeol chuckled as he laid down next to her and stared at her face. “It's not my fault you have me tripping over my feet.” he teased and chuckled as she blushed. “You're so cute. You know that?” he asked as he reached out and stroked her head and cheek lightly. 

“I can't help but to know it. You tell me all the time.” she said gently as she leaned into the touch. Sighing softly, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips brushing teasingly over his lips every time he dipped in to try and deepen the kiss. A soft giggle left her, followed by Chanyeol’s own growl as he nipped at her bottom lip as Soohee pulled completely back. 

“You are such a tease.” Chanyeol groaned and pouted as he stared at her smiling face. “Soohee.” he whined out and Soohee giggled at it. She reached up and poked his nose lightly. 

“What?” she asked with a smirk. 

“I want a kiss.”

“You just had a kiss.”

“I want another.” he said as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. 

“Don't be greedy.” she teased and Chanyeol huffed. “Oh, aren't you so cute?” she said and pinched his cheek lightly. 

Chanyeol stared at her with narrowed eyes and huffed again before he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Soohee giggled slightly into the kiss before melting into it, pressing herself against him tightly. Everything just felt so right. She finally had the man of her dreams, she could openly be with him and start working on their future together and that excited her. Her future was with Chanyeol and hopefully with some children as well. 

[andimoon]

Unknown Thoughts (Prologue)

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Romance / Eventual Smut

Warning: Descriptions of anxiety, cozy coffee shop vibes, mild depictions of death. You've been warned.

Word count: 2.4k

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

The rich smell of coffee filled the morning air, overlapping chatter and bustling as people prepared for their own lives. Some late and rushed, others taking their time and enjoying the chilling breeze that blew between the open windows of the small coffee shop. This was the way she liked to spend the early hours after sunrise. Her fingertips dancing over the keys of her laptop between sips of the sweetly bitter drink at her side.

A sudden presence at her left drew her attention and the girl pushed the headphones back to rest on her shoulders. A tall man with warm brown eyes, peered down at her. His uniform hugged his body in the most delightful ways, accenting the bulk of his arms under the rolled up sleeves of his button up, and the name ‘Thomas’ written neatly on the tag pressed to his chest. “What’re you writing today?” The friendly barista smiled and took a seat in front of the writer, a mug settled warmly in between his palms as his eyes glistened with interest. 

“Oh,” the author looked at the screen briefly to skim over what she had absentmindedly written, “I’m still coming up with ideas for my new work. Writing doesn’t come easily to me, unfortunately.” She hummed in mild embarrassment, a pit of nervousness in her stomach at the thought of the sweet barista asking her to read the unthought words as he usually did. 

“Read it to me? Maybe I can help you come up with something.”

“I don’t know. It’s not very good.”

“Oh come on, your writing is always good, Gin.”

A small defeated sigh left the girl’s lips, “Fine, just don’t be too harsh.” She hesitated before scrolling to the top of the page and reading the half hearted love story she conjured up in her head. As someone who had never felt the kind of love she wanted to write about, it was bound to fail. But when she glanced up, she saw Thomas’ expression turn into one of serious thought. Not a word was spoken as she read the few paragraphs she managed to jot down and at the end of it, an even longer moment of silence was shared. “I told you, it’s not very good.”

“No,” a small sip from his coffee and a comfortable lean back into his seat, “It’s just not very realistic. Have you ever thought about somebody like that? It sounds more like what you see in movies or read in books. A bit cliche.”

“I told you not to be harsh.” she sighed heavily and leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate her own drink, “To answer your question, no, I haven’t. Maybe I should choose a different topic..” That wasn’t entirely a lie. She’d been in love before, but it was nothing like what was glorified, nothing like what she wanted to write about. Her experience was painful, and draining.

“Do you have a deadline?”

She laughed abruptly, this man who she’d talked to every morning for the last three months still thought she was a professional of some kind. As much as Ginger wished to publish her own book, it was never going to happen and she knew that. Of course she didn’t have a deadline, no one was anticipating anything from her. “Nah, but I would like to actually finish something.”

“What about your other stuff? Why don’t you finish one of those?”

“You read them, they’re going nowhere.”

“Not if you don’t work on them. Not everything has to be perfect, Ginger,” with a quick glance at his watch, the barista finished his drink and stood, “Sorry, I gotta get back. Think about it. You have a lot of potential to come up with something great, but you’ll never know how great it could be without letting it out into the world.” and just like that he was gone.

He always said the same thing, but none of that was actually helpful to Ginger’s writing. No constructive criticism or advice, just “keep working on it.” With a disgruntled huff, she fixed her attention out the window, hoping to find some kind of inspiration but with the morning busyness dying down, the empty street served as a reminder of how boring her life truly was. There was nothing worth writing about. Nothing remotely interesting for people to tune into. Pulling her headphones back on, she shut the godforsaken laptop and slipped it back into her bag. Obviously this little coffee shop wasn’t giving her the motivation she so desperately craved, but where could she go? What could she do? 

As she walked down the street in the direction of her home, she pondered on the stories she’s heard of how people motivated themselves. The idea of painting in a park could be the spark of inspiration she needed. But just the thought of sitting in wet grass, or the weird looks she’d receive. The regular little ball of anxiousness burned familiarly in her stomach and it made her hesitate. Maybe she should do something else, go get a good book or go watch a random film. But the image of doing it alone… Would people think she was weird for it? What if it was just a waste of time and money. Maybe she should just go home. 

Deep in thought and with music playing loudly in her ears, Ginger didn’t realize that the sweet barista had followed her until she felt the warm touch on her shoulder and met the familiar brown eyes of the only person who had given a second thought to her childish writings. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, he must’ve run after her. Her curiosity peaked and suddenly her full attention was on him, but he visibly hesitated. “Did I forget something? I thought I grabbed everything.”

“No, no,” he started and scratched the back of his neck, “It’s just, I was thinking. My buddy got himself a gig with a pretty big artist and gave me some tickets to their show this weekend. I don’t have anyone to go with me and I feel like we’re pretty good friends after the last few months,” He rambled nervously and while her stomach churned apprehensively, her heart raced, “Anyway. Do you want to go with me?”

How should she respond? A concert? She’d never been to one, what if he didn’t enjoy her company? What if she fucked up what little relationship they had? Would she have to find a new coffee shop? 

As if reading her anxieties on her face, the man smiled and his body relaxed, “It’s nothing serious, Gin. I thought it could be helpful to relax a bit. It could give you ideas for your stories. And I noticed how you’re always listening to music so I thought it could be fun. If you want, that is. And if you don’t want to go at all, I completely understand, it was super last minute any–”

“Who’s the artist?”

His lips curled back into the brightest smile Ginger had ever seen, this man, this sweet barista who had never demanded anything of her in exchange for his unconditional kindness. Now he nervously invited her out for her own benefit. “He’s an Australian artist, Irvin Iris. Have you heard of him?” Had she heard of him? Was he serious? Irvin was the artist she listened to most often, hell, she was listening to his music up until this very moment. She didn’t even realize she had frozen from the shock until she saw the large hand of the barista swinging in front of her eyes, “Ginger?”

“I’ll go.” His doe-like eyes glistened as his entire face lit up, obviously happy that she had agreed, “I’ll have you know that he’s god sent.” the man laughed with a playful eye-roll. “I’m not joking. God sent.”

“I should get back but tell me more about it tomorrow?” She was left with butterflies as she watched the man run back to the coffee shop, a feeling she didn’t know if she liked or not. Only time would tell. For now she should just focus on her writings and inspiration, or lack thereof. She intended to go home, but she held too much excitement to be cooped up behind a desk the rest of the afternoon, so she decided to go find herself a book to devote herself to. Something that would give ideas to her own work. Finally making her way through the library doors was much less scary than her mind had told her. There weren’t eyes on her and the quiet bustle inside the building reminded her of her mornings at the coffee shop, filling her with warmth and ease. Now all she had to do was find something to read.

The aisles of the literature failed to draw her attention, skimming from cover to cover, nothing stood out. Until, “Rise of Bliss.” The words written caught her eye and Ginger took the hefty novel to a quiet corner. While she didn’t intend it, this book occupied her thoughts for the rest of the week, she was hooked. 

A maid who somehow managed to win the heart of a prince despite her best friend, a born Lady, being the one betrothed to him. Regardless of the Lady’s sacrifice of her own long life for her maid to be able to grow just a bit older. The book tackled the idea of knowing your days were numbered and being able to share those days with someone who had less, and how the maid’s betrayal hurt all more because of it. How the Lady found solace in revenge and her closest companion, a Duke raised alongside her and the prince.

It inspired some of her writing as the love story was one of passion and drama, things she wanted desperately to write about. Though she found her own writing to be a cheap knock off despite the gentle barista’s insistence that it was good. Still, she found herself addicted to this story, reading and rereading it until she felt like she was the protagonist herself and it gave to her own story.

Ginger found herself bewitched the story, gushing about every little detail to the sweet barista. So much so, she assumed that he was tired of it after the fifth conversation. She couldn’t help it, every time she reread the story she found little details or completely new meanings to the characters. Her perspectives on character’s and their actions changed drastically the more she read the art between the hard covers of that book. 

The weekend came unexpectedly as Ginger had completely forgotten about the concert somehow, Irvin had been a staple in her life for as long as she could remember and seeing him in front of her, in the flesh. Singing for her. Her stomach churned and she felt the sudden need to vomit now that she pictured it, but in the best of ways. Even as she prepared for the event, dancing along as she dried off after a shower, singing into her hairbrush, and as she slipped on her shoes. She used Irvin’s music to feed into her fantasy and pictured him as the male lead in Rise of Bliss. He was what she pictured when she read it and she was terrifyingly excited to see him perform. Her phone screen lit up with a small text from her date and she knew it was time to leave. Ginger had told herself not to worry. She wasn’t the main character in the novel, there was no need to put so much expectation onto her idol. He was there to perform for his fans, she’d be another face in the crowd, and that thought brought her enough comfort to leave her house with anticipation instead of dread.

From across the street she could see the crowd forming around the venue and while it was overwhelming, it made her happy to know she wasn’t alone in her love for the artist. She fidgeted waiting for the crossing to change in her favor and she allowed the music in her headphones to sooth her anxiousness for the time being. The night air was refreshing and it made her feel like she was in a movie, it made it easier for her to breathe. Another text, ‘I see you!’ and a picture of Ginger with her attention fixed on her phone. She looked shabby in the photo and being surrounded by fans dressed up for Irvin made her self conscious of her attire. Maybe she should have dressed nicer. But the instant she met the sweet barista’s eyes, he just looked happy to see her. It made her heart flutter as he waved in excitement across the road. Even now, under the city lights and surrounded by crowds of people, his beautiful brown eyes immersed in her. He only saw her. The light changed and she finally felt her mind fall silent as she fixated on him and, with a bracing breath, crossed the pavement.

The lights were blinding, her body ached and burned. Ginger was sure she could see people above her but she couldn’t hear anything aside from the horrendous high pitched ringing in her ears. She tried to speak but she felt liquid flooding her throat. What happened? Those brown eyes, once so excited to see her. The one’s she’d grown accustomed to seeing in warmth with a smile, they looked so panicked now. He looked afraid. Of her? For her? She tried to make any sound, any movement to show her barista that she was okay. She hated seeing him so afraid, she wanted nothing more than to see that sweet smile he always gave her. Ginger’s body felt heavy, every touch she managed stung as shards of glass imbedded themselves into her skin. Was she run over? She never saw a car. But today was her first concert, her first date, her book. Terror filled her chest as the realization hit her, she would die without accomplishing a single thing. 

Next

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Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this prolog to my new story, please consider giving me some feedback or support! Please be kind and constructive!

[sparklingchim]

you're losing me masterlist | jjk

pairing: jungkook x you

rating: 18+

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

summary: amidst marital challenges, jungkook and you struggle with the difficulties of your relationship. yet, the lingering question remains: is the journey truly worthwhile?

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

PART 1: how long could we be a sad song?

chapter 01: midnight trouble (m)

jungkook is late from work yet again. but he shows you just how much he missed you.

chapter 02: silly costumes & haunted hearts (m)

having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

chapter 03: questions in the air (m)

probing questions and rising tensions cloud the family dinner.

chapter 04: bittersweet beginnings

encountering jungkook at a gala helps you to forget the rest of the world for a little while.

[kpopandmusicpassion]

{Reminders: Lila and Chanyeol are old friends. Chanyeol had went to visit his ailing grandmother a few towns over and his parents came back without him saying he went for a walk one night and he just vanished. A few months later a few guards of the wolf kingdom arrived at her little village. They were asking for Lila.}

"We are looking for a Lila Parker?" One of them was telling Lila's neighbor just as she walked outside.

"I'm Lila." She said approaching the guards with confusion and worry.

"The king's right hand man Lord Byun Baekhyun has made it clear we are to bring you to the palace where you will be living from now on." A guard who introduced himself as Vernon explained.

"In the wolf kingdom? How does he even know me? I've never been there. In fact you two are the first wolves I've met." Lila was slightly scared and very confused.

"Don't fret. You have nothing to worry about. He also said since all the ladies are just as busy as they are it would be nice to have someone trustworthy to look after the rowdy pups."Johnny, the other guard, said.

"If you get ready now we can be back to the Castle before dark." Vernon said.

She nodded going back to her house. She packed a few clothes, stuffed animals from when her and Chanyeol won each other stuffed animals, jewelry from her grandma/mother/father/Chanyeol, picture albums, and a few books. They left as soon as she came back out.

*30 minutes later*

She was nervously fiddling with the unikitty friendship necklace her grandma got her for her birthday when she was 12.

They took her belongings to her quarters and had led her to the Tea Room where Lord Baekhyun was waiting for her. Take a deep breath she opened the door only to stop when she saw him.

"CHANYEOL!" Not even thinking she tackled him.

"LILA!" He got up swinging her around.

"What are you doing here?"

"Lord Baekhyun sent for me."

[magicshopaholic]

Kiss and Tell (Hoseok x OC)

Summary: During an impromptu game of truth or dare, Hoseok discovers something important about your past.

Pairing: Hoseok x OC

Genre: brother’s best friend; humour, banter, mild angst

Word count: 5.2 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, peer pressure, shady characters, making out, allusions

A/N: Takes place around a month after New Year’s Eve Eve.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @dreaming-with-happiness @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids

Listen to: “stuck on the puzzle” by alex turner

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When Chaeyoung turned eighteen years old, she hosted her first birthday party without a grown up in charge.

Of course, her father and stepmother were right next door at the Jungs’ and Chanyeol had no doubt been enlisted to supervise the party in any case, but it was still a huge step up in terms of attendants; now, it was no longer just a birthday party, but a party.

It hadn’t taken place on her actual birthday, for that usually fell during finals. No, to ensure it would be as party as possible, Chaeyoung decided to push it by a month to summer vacation, the last time she and her classmates would be together before they all dispersed to different colleges around the country. With the added emotion and nostalgia, her party eventually became the party of the year, with lifelong memories being created for years to come.

For Chaeyoung, it was the first time she was treated like an adult; by her parents for finishing high school, by her brother for the easy confidence he showed in her while he chaperoned - and by his best friend Hoseok, who not only attended, but also seemed to have a lot of fun.

Hoseok had been visiting Chanyeol, naturally. Chanyeol was in the service at the time, having joined the moment he’d finished college. He was on break and despite Hoseok’s busy schedule, he’d taken a couple of days off to return to Gwangju for his best friend, even if it meant spending a night with a bunch of kids who’d barely entered their teens when he’d graduated high school.

Chaeyoung had been pleased to see him, but more out of the joy of seeing an old friend. Hoseok was a man grown, and the novelty of having two seniors in their twenties at her party only increased its coolness factor.

She half-expected him to show up in leather pants, as seemed to be his group’s look at the time, before she remembered that he didn’t live in a BTS music video. He looked tired and handsome and happy and mature all at once and when he came to the poolside to wish her a happy birthday, she truly felt as though they were all growing up, their shaky past forgotten.

It was a memory she cherished even today, the sight of him on the plastic deck chair by her parents’ pool, the light from the water reflected on his face, his easy smile as he joked with her and her friends and didn’t rat any of them out for sneaking in alcohol. In fact, he joined them, and Chaeyoung discovered with amusement that Hoseok was a complete lightweight. For a little over an hour, she and Hoseok hung out without incident, at the end of which she even wondered if they were maybe, possibly becoming friends.

Maybe. Possibly. It was one night among hundreds, but Chaeyoung chose to look back on it with hope and relief that they had both grown out of their childish rivalry that subtly revolved around Chanyeol. The party ended late and the night was a bass-induced haze of teenage freedom, and after the amount of alcohol that was passed around the little group by the pool, Chaeyoung didn’t know what Hoseok remembered the next morning. 

She remembered, though. She was older and so was he, and the cautious seeds of hope that were sown that night felt like the beginning of something new. Unfortunately, Hoseok left Gwangju the next morning and Chaeyoung left for college a week later, and the next time they saw each other was years later, when they reached for the last bottle of Absinthe at the same time.

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Hoseok squeezes his way in between two dancing groups and bps his way over to Chanyeol, who is leaning against the balcony door and chatting with a vaguely familiar girl from their high school class.

She spots him before Chanyeol does. “Hey, Hoseok! Hayoung,” she reminds him good-naturedly when he opens his mouth.

“Of course!” He remembers now. “You look different without…” He hesitates, thinking twice lest the alcohol make him say something stupid. “... your Class President badge.”

“And you look different without the hoodie tied around your waist,” she replies cheerfully, throwing an arm around his shoulder and squeezing it. “Cheers!” She raises her glass and both men with her clink their bottles of beer.

“Dude, where were you?” Chanyeol asks. “Chae said she saw you, like, half an hour ago.”

“Got cornered by Joonho and his cousin who offered me a joint and wouldn’t let me leave unless I had a couple drags,” mutters Hoseok. “Remind me why we ever hung out with him again? Guy’s a pain in the arse.”

Chanyeol chuckles and shrugs while Hayoung, her hair a trendy burgundy, laughs. “You know he’s been telling everybody who will listen that he was best friends with J-Hope?”

“What?”

“Oh, yeah,” she nods, grinning. “I think you might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You remember Eunbi from our junior class? He tried to get her to make out with him by saying that the car she was sitting in was the same one that J-Hope-from-BTS sat in.”

“No way,” breathes Chanyeol, while Hoseok chokes on his drink. “You’re kidding.”

“Nah, she told Jaehyun who told Mina and Seulgi, and Seulgi got totally drunk at Seokmin’s engagement party last year and told me and a bunch of others.” Hayoung nods knowingly. “He’s kind of obsessed with you.”

“That’s perfect,” he answers weakly.

“To answer your question, though, I haven’t the faintest idea why he’s here,” says Chanyeol, looking in the direction Hoseok came from. “I didn’t invite him. I think he came with someone. Maybe he heard you were here,” he suggests nonchalantly.

“I honestly can’t recall having a single conversation with him that didn’t end with me wanting to hang myself.”

Just then, the song changes and someone else joins them.

“I think the Kangs can rest in peace knowing they can still throw good parties,” says Chaeyoung, holding a glass with a dark drink in it. A faint flowery scent accompanies her that smells like summer in January.

“I agree, Chan,” says Hayoung. “I think you peaked with our graduation party but this is pretty close, too.”

“Except for whoever is playing Pitbull in this day and age,” mutters Chaeyoung, peering between their shoulders and wrinkling her nose. “Ugh, it’s Joonho. You know, I can’t believe you guys were ever friends with him.”

“We were never friends with him,” say Hoseok and Chanyeol in unison.

“Not in the actual sense,” adds Chanyeol.

“Did you meet his cousin?” Hoseok asks Chaeyoung. “Doesn’t he remind you of Ice?”

“Who the hell is Ice?”

“Oh, he’s Chae’s best friend.”

Chaeyoung slaps his shoulder. “He is not. And Ice isn’t a bad guy, he’s just… an acquired taste. Joonho was an asshat. He creeped out everyone, even the girls in my class. And some of the boys,” she adds in disgust.

“He had a really nice car, though,” says Hayoung fairly. “Even if you don’t count the celebrities that sat in it.”

“More importantly, though,” points out Chaeyoung, while Hoseok makes a face at Hayoung, “he’s using one of dad’s vintage collectible bottles to peer pressure a bunch of people to play Spin The Bottle with him.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen and his head snaps back to look at where Joonho is. “Asshat,” he swears, downing the rest of his beer and striding away from them.

“I should probably go with him,” suggests Hayoung, taking a more appropriate sip of her drink. “He might just kill Joonho if he’s not careful and then what will you do when your biggest fan is dead?”

“Very funny,” retorts Hoseok, loud and disgruntled as their erstwhile class president leaves with a laugh. “What the hell is wrong with that guy?”

“I dunno.” Chaeyoung shrugs. “You’re the one who was friends with him.”

“I was never friends with - okay, I’m not doing this again.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at her amused expression. It’s only slightly strange to see her in the midst of his high school classmates, a group she was explicitly discouraged from hanging out with when they were actually in school. She seems almost their age now, though, drink in hand, stockinged legs and woolen dress, a sparkly blue snowflake clipped in her hair that makes her look like a modern-day winter wonderland Barbie.

“You look nice,” he says when he realises he’s been silently observing her for a few seconds. “Cute.”

Her smile widens. “Thanks. So do you.”

“I look cute?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that what your group is going for these days?”

“No. We’re going for dangerous.”  

“Your last music video was all pastels so I might be losing track. Anyway,” she adds, changing the subject, “as pseudo-host, it’s my duty to ask: Are you having a good time?”

“If you don’t count the half hour I spent trying to get away from Joonho, then, yes.”

Chaeyoung smiles in satisfaction. “Good enough.” She bites her lip. “Do you remember the last time you were at a party in this house?”

“Uh…” Hoseok frowns and squints. “No? I mean, I can’t place it. I must have been to, like, a dozen of Chan’s parties in this house.”

“Well, the party I’m talking about isn’t Chan’s party,” she says lightly. “It was my party.”

He doesn’t know if he’s imagining the meaningful edge to that clarification. “Oh, yeah,” he remembers, chuckling a little. “You did have a party.”

“I did. And you attended.”

“Yeah. It was fun, I remember.” This time, he knows he’s not imagining her face lighting up at the compliment. 

“Good. It meant a lot to me,” she says after a moment.

An old, ancient dread begins settling in his stomach and before he can begin to dissect it, he changes the subject.

“Fun for other people, too - especially your brother.”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok chuckles again, hearing the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them. “I mean that his bedroom door was locked for a really long time with just him and one lucky lady in there with him.”

Chaeyoung’s jaw drops open. “What? He hooked up with someone at my party? He - he was supposed to be chaperoning!” she exclaims while Hoseok groans.

“Oh, man,” he sighs, running his hand over his face. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“He made out with one of my classmates! Wait - did they have sex?” Her eyes widen in horror.

“Oh, calm down, it wasn’t anyone from your class. It was some girl he was dating from his old coaching class. Kind of,” he amends. “Her name was Chaeyoung, too, actually, which probably explains why that relationship didn’t go anywhere.”

“This story is just getting better with every new detail,” she mutters, closing her eyes.

“Don’t worry, she went by something else. Something that sounded like Chae but wasn’t - I want to say Chi? Or something to do with her last name -”

“You are the worst best friend ever for telling me this, by the way,” she interrupts.

“I am,” he admits sombrely. “I don’t think she liked me much, anyway.”

“Or she was just intimidated,” she points out. “You were his best friend. It was kind of a joke back in the day, that no girl Chan dated could ever compete with you.”

Hoseok laughs. “I don’t remember much from that night at all, but that’s pushing it a bit, maybe. Although, I suppose no girl I dated could ever compare to him either,” he jokes as someone shouts his name from the crowd and he turns, not noticing Chaeyoung’s smile fade slightly.

He rejoins the party, turning around briefly to see Chaeyoung following him as well. There’s some commotion around what cheesy party game to play next, with people throwing around suggestions and shouting their preferences. Despite everyone here being in their mid-twenties, it feels more like a high school party than when Hoseok was actually in high school - or maybe it’s the fact that they’re so much older that it feels like it.

There’s nostalgia in the air, so much of it that it stirs up feelings of his youth in a way he hasn’t remembered in a very long time. The moment he left for Seoul, everything changed. He was a trainee, but there was no childhood in boot camp. He was training to be employed, and then he debuted and he was officially a working adult. His friends were getting high on college campuses while he worked to the bone twenty hours a day and while he can’t find it in himself to regret his path at all, he finds himself embracing his eighteen year old self with open arms the first chance he gets.

“Okay, truth or dare it is! We’ll start with J-Hope!”

“No!” He blurts it out instinctively and a few people snicker at Joonho’s dumbfounded expression. Across the living room next to the bookshelf, Hayoung, still standing with Chanyeol, catches Hoseok’s eye before snorting into her drink.

Fortunately, someone else volunteers to go first, there’s some jeering, and a dare starts being formulated. Hoseok uses this opportunity to cross the living room and stand next to Hayoung, whose cheeks are still flushed with laughter. 

“I’m going to kick his arse,” he mutters in a low voice.

“I don’t blame you,” she says immediately, still giggling as she places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. She takes another large sip of her drink - a glass of deep red wine - and swallows it in one go. “But you don’t really strike me as the arse-kicking type.”

“If he calls me J-Hope one more time, I’m going to trip him.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She cheers along with everyone else as one of their classmates downs an entire jug of beer in under a minute and emerges red-faced, looking as though she’s going to throw up.

Hoseok watches as the truths immediately start getting personal and dares get more juvenile, with everybody - including him - enjoying it despite themselves. He’s had enough to drink that his inhibitions are lowered and his tongue can’t be trusted, but it’s a happy buzz for now, watching his old friends stay the way they were, every one of them reaching for the vestiges of their teenage years for one night before returning to their adult lives.

Across the living room, he spots Chaeyoung where he’d left her. She’s standing a little away from the group, not really a part of the circle of people playing. Hoseok is glad for that; he’s not exactly sure why, but he knows he doesn’t want her getting caught up in this game, where standing up to peer pressure is the real challenge.

She’s leaning against a wall and watching the game, looking mildly amused as the people she used to look up to possibly seem so much more human now. She looks in his direction and catches his eye the moment someone calls his name.

“Okay, Hoseok’s turn now!”

“You know, I really don’t -”

“No, no, you have to play now!” Joonho takes over and adjusts his legs on the couch so he’s kneeling, looking far too eager. “Truth or dare?”

Next to Hoseok, Chanyeol and Hayoung are barely holding it together. Giving them a stony look, he sighs. “Truth,” he answers, knowing there’s no way in hell he’s going to be caught doing the kind of dares being thrown around here; the last thing he needs is someone filming him choking on a dozen marshmallows and going viral right before their new album drops.

Joonho claps his hands, as though he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. “Name every girl you have ever hooked up with!”

There’s a momentary confused silence where everybody frowns and little and even Hoseok is a bit stumped. This was the super scandalous question he’d been frothing at the mouth over this entire time?

But when no one proposes to change the question and everyone simply sort of shrugs and begins nudging him to answer, Hoseok shakes his head.

“Oh, I - I can’t answer that,” he starts to say, but he’s drowned out by some sarcastic booing which makes him realise his mistake.

“No, no, we need names,” pipes up Joonho, seeming almost gleeful at Hoseok’s hesitation. “Including the famous ones!”

“I can’t -”

“We probably won’t know most of them,” reasons another girl in their class, in what sounds like a reassuring tone. “And the ones from school… well, I think everyone here knows everyone’s hook-ups,” she adds reasonably.

“Use stage names!” Joonho chimes in loudly, still on his own trip.

“No,” says Hoseok firmly, wishing he could punch him. How were they ever friends? He runs through the names in his head frantically until he’s convinced there’s nothing problematic there. There’s no proof being asked, only names. Worst case? He can just lie.

“Just - okay. Okay. So, there was, um, Hwayoung, Eunji, Yeonjin…” He trails off briefly as no one really reacts, for this information has been public for years.

“And?”

Hoseok isn’t sure who asked that, but makes no effort to identify them either. “Um… Jia, Jieun…” He clears his throat and looks up, meeting Chaeyoung’s gaze. It startles him for a moment, but he can’t decipher her expression. It’s not quite curious, but she’s definitely listening intently. 

A voice in the corner of his mind tells him to stop before it gets worse, but not only is there no clarity to that thought, but Hoseok isn’t even sure that he can stop now.

“And Youngsoon,” he finishes, holding her gaze for a moment before looking back at Joonho, silently daring him to ask him something else.

Joonho seems to deflate slightly at Hoseok’s withering expression and nods, clapping and immediately changing the subject. Hoseok stares at him until he can’t anymore and finally forces himself to turn to Chaeyoung, only to see her walking away in the direction of the kitchen.

No one else seems to have noticed, probably because she wasn’t even playing. Hoseok has an inkling of why he noticed and something tells him he needs to go after her, except he’s quite sure she doesn’t harbour the same feelings she did when she was a kid. Or he was, before this reaction.

Could it be? Could talking about girlfriends from a hundred years ago have brought her feelings from the same era back to the surface? Or did they never really disappear, and she’s been hiding it from him this whole time? Both possibilities worry him equally, but he’s unsure if he wants to find out the truth at all.

Hoseok’s feet stay planted on the floor as the game continues around him, all the way until the end. Chaeyoung returns after a while as well, taking a different seat at the edge of the couch, still outside the game but an active spectator. She doesn’t seem any different, even momentarily catching Hoseok’s eyes and giving him a non-committal smile, leaving him to ponder if he’s been imagining everything and that he’s probably had enough to drink tonight.

They say nothing to each other until the game ends and people begin dispersing, a few deciding to call it a night and head out. Hoseok goes to the kitchen to hydrate - if Jimin has taught him anything about the holy principles of drinking, it’s this - retrieving a bottle of water and chugging half of it when Chaeyoung enters.

“Hey,” she says, giving him the same vague smile. “How’s it going?”

He swallows uncomfortably. “Hey,” he replies, cringing a little at how fake it sounds. “I’m good. You holding up okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods and places her empty glass on top of the microwave. Somehow, even at the end of the night, her outfit and hair look untouched. He’s struck, once again, by how much older she looks among his high school classmates. 

“We were talking about my party earlier,” she reminds him, leaning against the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. “Do you remember when we were outside by the pool towards the end of the party? I was drinking and trying not to let Chan find out? Although, now I know he was busy with other stuff.”

Hoseok chuckles, albeit a little belatedly. This wasn’t what he was expecting. “Uh, yeah. Of course. It was some truly crappy vodka but it definitely got the job done.”

Chaeyoung laughs. “It did. And then that guy from our chess club - Eunwoo - he stumbled outside and -”

“Walked straight into the pool!” Hoseok snorts, the memory coming back to him all of a sudden in perfect clarity. “It took him, like, ten whole seconds to realise what had happened.”

“And then two of us and Sora tried to pull him out -”

“- but he was too heavy.” He shakes his head. “What chess player needs that much muscle, anyway? Didn’t he pass out after that?”

“Yeah, on the deck chair. We force-fed him some water and Sora ran inside to look for some food but he was out like a light by then.” She grins. “We kept using dog commands to try to get him to wake up.”

“Shit, we did.” Hoseok turns and leans back against the kitchen counter, feeling oddly cheerful at this random shared memory. “What were we thinking?”

“I don’t know.” She’s looking at the floor, a smile still lingering on her face. But she seems far away. “Do you remember what happened after that?” she asks after a moment.

Hoseok frowns slightly, nodding. “Yeah… he didn’t wake up so we put a towel over him like a blanket. You kept telling me I was doing it wrong, I think… you told me I wasn’t making hospital corners or something?”

Her expression doesn’t change, and the answer feels within reach. She bites her lower lip and it suddenly hits him.

He remembers - and so does she.

It’s like a black and white movie slowly being infused with colour, the shapes blurry and only disjointed sounds of drunken laughter remaining of the moment Chaeyoung had demonstrated the correct way to tuck a person in, watched in satisfaction as Hoseok humoured her and copied her, said good job, oppa with a flip of her long hair that smelled like summer, moved towards the bottle of vodka the same time that he did, and got kissed by her brother’s best friend.

Hoseok has to remind himself to breathe, knowing that the realisation is clear as day on his face. Chaeyoung doesn’t seem to know what to say either, but it’s obvious this is the answer she was looking for. She swallows and her gaze falls to the floor again, her jaw moving as though about to say something but thinking the better of it.

Hoseok had counted on her not remembering. All these years, in the absence of any acknowledgement of it, he thought the universe had possibly worked a miracle and erased her memory of his lapse in judgement. But even thinking it, he realises how ridiculous it sounds. Of course Chaeyoung would remember. She was no longer the annoying kid that worshipped him at her birthday party, but feelings like that didn’t just disappear without a trace. 

They are interrupted by a couple of people who barge into the kitchen, talking in loud, slurring speech and making a beeline for the carton of beer at Hoseok’s feet. He jumps out of the way and almost trips, but in the momentary commotion, Chaeyoung leaves the kitchen.

It takes Hoseok a while longer to do the same, emerging when the decibel level of the house is down to only a handful of voices. He doesn’t bother looking for her in the living room; instead, he goes straight to the French doors and opens them a crack to slip out to the poolside, the cold January air engulfing him like a straitjacket. He pulls his bomber jacket closer around him and raises the collar and jogs over to the deck chairs where Chaeyoung is seated, a pearly white woolen coat over her dress.

She turns and spots him just before he reaches her and gives him a slightly knowing look. He raises an eyebrow and she sighs, but moves the pile of towels from the neighbouring chair to make space for him. He sits and she changes her orientation so that they’re facing each other.

It takes her a few moments to meet his eyes, but he doesn’t start speaking until she does.

“Before you jump to any conclusions,” he begins, “I didn’t forget. I didn’t,” he repeats when Chaeyoung says nothing. “You know why I couldn’t take your name in there.”

It takes her a moment, but she gives him a single nod.

“Chanyeol doesn’t know - and he can never know. You are so far out of bounds that I - I can’t ever tell him.” He sighs and drops his head into his hands before raising it again. “And I don’t think you did either.” It sounds more like a question.

“Well, you’re still alive, aren’t you?” she murmurs sarcastically. “I don’t keep my brother updated on the boys I’ve kissed.” The word lingers in the air between them and for a moment, a summer breeze from years ago seems to premeate the frigid air.

“Well, thanks. I’ve always felt horrible about it.”

Chaeyoung scoffs quietly. “Wow.”

“No, not - not like that.” Hoseok sighs, sounding a little exasperated. “You know that’s not what I mean. I just… I know you felt… I know you had a thing for me,” he says quickly. “And I didn’t want to lead you on. And you were Chan’s sister and you were a kid…” He swears under his breath, as though reliving something all over again. “I felt like I was taking advantage of you.”

Despite her complicated feelings towards him right now, Chaeyoung can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. “Hoseok, I was eighteen - and one month,” she reminds him. “And we were both pretty drunk. You don’t have to feel guilty about that. Honestly, I’m surprised you even remember.”

“Of course I do,” he admits in a low voice. He bites his lip, not sure how to explain to her the extent to which he remembered, including the moment he ran into her at the liquor store, when she came over for a movie with  Chanyeol present - how every time he was around her, his jitteriness driven by an ancient guilt always threatened to make him blurt it out and apologise.

“I do remember,” he repeats. “And even though this may be long overdue… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never talked to you about it and… I’m sorry if I ever led you on. I never forgot. The only reason I haven’t said anything the last year is because… well, it seemed like you were okay. That maybe you forgot.”

Chaeyoung purses her lips, looking deep in thought. Then she opens her mouth, looking a bit hesitant. “Well… actually, I did forget.”

Hoseok stares at her blankly for a few seconds before shaking his head as though hoping to get water out of his ears. “I’m sorry - what?”

“Well, I didn’t forget like I erased it from my memory or anything,” she amends, rolling her eyes. “But I didn’t really think about it. I know it didn’t mean anything.”

“You -” He frowns. “But then why - I mean, it seemed like you were mad. Or - or hurt. Inside. Before.”

She cringes a little at how transparent her feelings apparently were. “I wasn’t mad that you didn’t count me in your little list back there,” she clarifies pointedly. “Because you’re right - Chanyeol won’t be thrilled about it. It’s not worth getting into that mess.”

“But you were mad because… you thought I forgot?” 

Chaeyoung takes a deep breath, the night coming back to her all over again. “I didn’t care that you forgot about the kiss, Hoseok. I cared that you seemed to forget everything else.” When his frown only deepens, she rolls her eyes again but much more self-consciously this time. “That night was the first time we ever… chilled. We just hung out, without Chan, without fighting… we just had fun. It felt a little like you’d forgiven me for being such a pain in the arse when we were kids,” she adds with a small shrug. “That’s why that night meant a lot to me. And why it bothered me when you said you didn’t remember it.”  

Hoseok’s eyes soften a bit as he processes this, and his apologetic, puppy dog expression almost makes her want to give him a hug.

“Oh,” he murmurs after a moment. “I had no idea.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

He nods, still watching her. The light from the pool reflects in waves across his face, making him look years younger - or maybe she’s simply imagining it.

“So, um -“ He clears his throat. “Coming back to the kiss… you really didn’t care about it? At all?”

“Not really. Come on, oppa, you never really made it a secret how you felt about me - and I don’t blame you,” she adds, shuddering a bit. “So, yeah, I get it. We had a bit to drink and kissed in the moment. It was an accident.” She tilts her head, hoping he believes her. “Don’t worry. You didn’t give me any wrong ideas. It meant nothing.”

Hoseok stares. “Nothing,” he repeats.

“Mm, no.”

“Not a thing?”

Chaeyoung blinks. “What’s happening right now?”

“Nothing,” he says immediately. “I know it didn’t mean anything. I was just checking that it didn’t mean anything to you, which, obviously… it didn’t.” He busies himself with a loose thread at the bottom of his jacket.

There’s a few moments of truly awkward silence during which Chaeyoung is too confused to move a muscle, until she spots him glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Okay,” she says loudly, standing up. “I think the party’s over. I’ve to go clean up before my parents get back home in the morning, which is in…” She checks her phone. “Five hours. Perfect.” She tucks it back in. “Do you know where Chanyeol is?”

“Uh, yeah… I think he went to drop Hayoung home,” answers Hoseok absently, still frowning.

“Cool.” She moves to go inside the house, hearing him follow her.

“I’ll help,” he offers when she gives him a questioning look.

“Thanks,” she says, pleasantly surprised. “Garbage bags are under the sink. I’ll go change and then I’ll start straightening the living room. I spent two weeks’ salary on this coat,” she explains sheepishly.

Just as she’s about to ascend the stairs, Hoseok calls her name again.

“Yeah?”

He observes her, looking somewhat troubled. “Was I… was I your first kiss?”

It’s not the question Chaeyoung was expecting. “Why?” She half-chuckles. “Would it make you feel better?”

“No,” he admits. “I don’t want to have taken your first kiss from you. I mean, that stuff… it should be with someone you actually care about.”

Always an open book, Hoseok’s conflicted feelings are as transparent as ever on his face. Chaeyoung is glad they’re a distance apart so she isn’t tempted to hug him again. 

“I was eighteen years old. Don’t most people have their first kiss way before then?” 

“That’s not an answer.”

Chaeyoung bites her lip, knowing he’s not going to let this go.

“No, Hoseok. You weren’t my first kiss.” She waits until he nods, looking only slightly placated. “I’m going to change now. I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for a response this time, she goes up the stairs, leaving him alone in the living room among the remains of Chanyeol's party.

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[urneverland]

𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱: 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲.

about: shyla. 25+. she/her. gmt+8.

status: open for more partners but with slow activity!

hi and welcome to my blog! i used to be @momorini but i lost my login for that account, so i'm starting over. i'm currently looking for short-term or long-term rp partners for double rps with idols on tumblr or discord.

if you're interested, please continue reading the details below carefully.

what i'm looking for:

20+ partners

semi-lit to literate responses

okay with idol x oc ships

familiar with tupperbox if discord rp

non-demanding activity

puts equal efforts on both rps

groups i rp / write for:

ateez

blackpink

bts

exo

(g)i-dle

got7

monsta x

nct

stray kids

twice

groups & members i'm looking for:

ateez (hongjoong, seonghwa, yeosang, wooyoung)

blackpink (jisoo, rosé)

bts (seokjin, yoongi, hoseok, jungkook)

exo (xiumin, baekhyun, chanyeol, sehun)

(g)i-dle (soyeon, miyeon, yuqi)

got7 (jaebeom, mark, jinyoung, yugyeom)

itzy (yeji, ryujin, yuna)

monsta x (minhyuk, kihyun, i.m)

nct (taeyong, taeil, johnny, yuta, jaehyun, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin)

red velvet (irene)

sf9 (inseong)

stray kids (bang chan, lee know, changbin)

the boyz (sangyeon, younghoon, hyunjae, juyeon)

twice (jihyo, sana, mina, dahyun, tzuyu)

what i will and won't do:

i'm okay with most aus, themes, and plots in rp, but i will let you know if i'm uncomfortable with what you're offering. i'm willing to find a compromise to get you something you want, while keeping my comfort.

i'm open to all types of ships (m/f, m/m, f/f, m/nb, f/nb, etc.) for idol x oc or idol x idol. agassy is what you're looking for. for n.sfw stuff, i'm not comfortable writing it out, so i'd prefer to have it be implied s.mut or fade-to-black.

however, these are the ones i will never write for:

abuse

death of an idol in rp

hybrids

idolverse

incest

little space/ddlg

noncon/rape

omegaverse/abo

self-harm

suicide

underaged/minor idols

how to reach me:

for tumblr rps: contact me on @shylarps via dms or asks, and all rps will be done on that blog.

for discord rps: contact me through my dms on this blog, and i'll send you the server invite when it's ready.

[daememesss-blog]

Hey guys! I read these exo fanfics a long time ago but for some reason they just came into my head and I can't find them.

It was exo x oc reader where they had their powers like in the MV. Each member had their own separate fic.

Chanyeol was the first one where he finds his soulmate and he can manipulate fire. They're part of this hidden world/kingdom and Chanyeol is the king? Something like that.

The one I remember the most is Jongdaes. His power is lightning and oc was his apartment neighbor. OC was a painter and had this show coming up where her art work was going to be shown. Flash forward to this part where the main villain comes to attack and Jongdae accidentally strikes OC with lightning but she survives. Now OC has to deal with being a lightning sprite and is angry at all the changes happening in her life because she now has to train herself to wield that power. Fast forward and the kingdom is now held hostage from the main villain with all the Exo members and OC finally manages to conjure up a storm. Baekhyun sends back up with his florist crush and they're known as rebels.

That's all I remember and I know Baekhyun had his own story where it revolves around him and his Florist OC crush.

I believe all of this fics were written in Tumblr.

If anyone knowssss what fics l'm talking about please let me know. My brain is going crazy trying to remember.

[krp1x1finder]

discord kpop 1x1 rp search

heyooo! i’m yumi, age 23, they/them! i’m currently lf a few krp/kdrama partners, preferably within the age range of 19-23+! it’s safe to say that i’m open to any pairings such as mxm, fxf, poly, and trans/non-binary characters, oc x oc (faceclaims ok!) - i will say that i do have a preference for writing masculine characters and will often default to that unless discussed.

my writing style is always mirrored, so don’t be shy if you’d like to write with me in any way, shape, or form! my preference tends to lean towards novella and advanced lit (comfortably up to 500-1k or more) with present or past, third-person narratives. i have some writing examples i can send your way if you’d like to see them before committing to rp with me! i typically want to strive for quality over quantity.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ PLOTS : regarding plots that i enjoy tend to lean super heavily into the human condition (any variation or avenue of slice of life, modern aus), very lightly toeing into supernatural with succubuses/incubus or angel/devils, fallen angel concepts, and “darker” themes. some examples would be religious trauma/historical themes, substance abuse, violence, heavy angst, etc.

i also really enjoy media-based or established works of fictions like ao3, video games (the last of us, detroit become human, etc), films, and kdramas (strangers from hell, all of us are dead, the glory, bloodhounds, and more). 

i’m totally interested in including nsfw into our rps aswell, though i tend to write my characters as versatile switches and would prefer if my partners were flexible and willing to collaborate to make it fun and comfortable for both of us. i will send a kink list to be as transparent as possible, or you can view that on my carrd alongside other in depth info here!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MUSES & GROUPS : i’m open to a majority of groups including, but not limited to the ones listed below! regarding muses, i’m very open-minded and flexible and will include some examples of those i muse the most. the starred groups are the ones that i muse very heavily for currently:

☆ aespa : winter / karina / ningning

ateez : wooyoung / san / yunho

enhypen : jay / heeseung / jungwon / jake

☆ exo : jongin / sehun / chanyeol / baekhyun

le sserafim : sakura / chaewon

☆ nct (all subunits+wayv) : taeyong / yuta / jaehyun / jeno / mark / donghyuck / jaemin / xiaojun / kun / yangyang

oneus : seoho / keonhee / xion

☆ onlyoneof : nine / love / mill / rie

p1harmony : theo / intak

☆ seventeen : jeonghan / jun / seungkwan / vernon / joshua / minghao

☆ stray kids : minho / hyunjin / han / bangchan / jeongin 

tempest : hanbin / taerae / hyeongseop / hwarang

☆ the boyz : sunwoo / hyunjae / juyeon / jacob / eric

☆ txt : soobin / beomgyu / taehyun treasure : asahi / jihoon / hyunsuk

☆ xg : jurin / chisa

☆ zb1 : jiwoong / hanbin / matthew / taerae

solo artists : woodz, dpr ian, jackson wang, and more  . .

(these aren’t including my ships, but you might be able to get hints from who i bolded - don’t be afraid to ask for clarification though, i’ll definitely mention them once we connect).

please prioritise discussing triggers and preferences within the RP. they will always be stated by me during plotting as well. my triggers are only detailed self-harm/gore that goes alongside it. i’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable at any point otherwise.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MISC. NOTES : the most important part of this i would like to make sure is noted is that writing won’t always be a priority for me as i have other hobbies and responsibilities that tend to take up a lot of my free time too. i work two jobs while also taking classes from my university and gaming. i’d appreciate and prefer partners that don’t mind gaps of time between responses and won’t spam or pressure me to be quicker. i’ve had some bad luck with rp partners that don’t understand that and overstep boundaries. i will end the rp if it gets excessive. however, i’m very chatty and enjoy making playlists and pinterest boards alongside our rp au’s so it’d be cool to have partners open to that sort of connection. i’m always down for friendships outside of our rp too so the gaps of time don’t feel awkward or stilted.

if all of this sounds good to you and you’re interested in getting to know me as a potential friend or likewise to write, don’t hesitate to interact with this post on here, directly message me, or head on over to discord and add me; my username is gyumie. ♡

[inspired-by-the-music]

Sudden Rain Masterlist

pairing: kyungsoo x oc [eunbi] featuring: junmyeon as kyungsoo's agent; chanyeol as eunbi's brother; sehun as eunbi's first love synopsis: a year after his divorce, romance author kyungsoo goes on tour to celebrate his debut novel's tenth anniversary. when his flight is grounded during a storm, kyungsoo finds comfort in a fan's kindness. word count: 11.3k total, five chapters available on: tumblr, wattpad, ao3 status: ongoing

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chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | epilogue

[sooghostwriter]

Third Name

Member/Pairing: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre/Type: Smut, Mature, Romance, Royalty/ Dictatorship AU, Action, Time jumps. Multichapter.

Word count:  8250 words.

Summary: Anna has a plan for her own freedom. Prince Kyung Soo has one for the nation. She thinks she is meeting her enemy, he just wants to meet her. When the revolution begins he will need her help to claim their freedom.

PS: I block empty blogs.

Chapter 11

Kyung Soo’s face begging her to take him out of there was hunting her. 

It was the first time Anna saw him like that, and she wasn’t planning on letting him there suffer for much longer. So this meeting with Minseok, Sehun, and Chanyeol had to be the last one. 

“If we are taking him out we can't just take him, we have to make it look like a kidnapping, make a huge deal about it, use it as a distraction,” Minseok said very seriously. 

“For what?” Chanyeol asked, almost angry. Not with Minseok, but with everything. He and Sehun were filled with frustration since they couldn’t leave the Clan’s hideouts, unable to help anybody, especially their friend. 

“So the Clan can start moving and also to bomb his uncle's reputation” The three of them looked at Minseok asking for more details.

“If Kyung Soo just disappears he could use it, say that he ran away, or straight up fake his death and take the crown, if we kidnap him he is going to have to explain some things to the Crown and at least they will look for him” 

“I see, we are going to put him in a tight spot, I like that, me and Chanyeol will take care of it and Anna is in charge of kidnapping her boyfriend" She liked the idea, although at this point she would agree to any plan. Anna asked them the only thing she cared about now. 

"When is this happening? " Minseok told them to prepare for that Friday. 

That night, and the ones that followed, she visited Kyung Soo and shared with him their plan. His eyes shone and he promised that he would follow the rules, without asking for explanations. 

Anna explained everything with details and made him repeat some important parts of the plan to check if he was paying attention. 

"As long as you are with me we will be ok, but if we split for some reason you need to stay in the castle hidden, they are never going to search for you here, they are going to assume that we took you out" She told him holding his hand as soon as she notice how nervous he was. 

"Who is going to help you?" He asked, offering both of his hands for her to hold.

"I was told that it's about time to tell you this, and it's going to be a lot, so interrupt me when you think it's needed because you have a question or it's just too much" Kyung Soo assured her that he was going to do so and also remain calm. 

Anna spoke without interruptions about the Clan. Kyung Soo only listened and stared at her with his big round eyes. 

"With your illness and your parents death the Order is currently in a malleable state, they could support you and wait for you or just choose your uncle as the next king, if that were to happen, the people would take the hardest part and the Clan would have to change the course of actions radically… your uncle has his own people, his own ideas and connections with other countries that could start a coup" Kyung Soo covered his face with his hands, breathing heavily. 

"And if they chose me, what was the original plan? " He asked after calming himself down. 

"You were going to start your own coup against the Order, with the support of the Clan"

"So a civil war?" Anna began repeating what Minseok said to her. 

"The goal was always to create a citizen movement stronger than the crown and its army, use the least amount of confrontation between citizens…I think we are almost there, but things have to speed up, and we will see what kind of force is needed after we take you out of here" 

"We can't avoid confrontation then" He commented with resignation.

"No we can't, but you know?  The Clan has gained so many followers… and even if they don't consider themselves as followers, the amount of people that's against the crown is the majority now, so I would say that we could have a short period of confrontation" Anna tried to inject some positivity in him. 

"You think so?... But all these people resent me too. Why would they follow the Clan knowing I'm part of It " The sadness in his voice made her reach for his face and caress his cheeks softly. 

"I wouldn't be so sure, people have always liked you, they think you are different from your family… I changed my mind after meeting you " She ended, feeling a bit shy. 

Kyung Soo hid his face in her hand with a shy chuckle. 

"Everything you say surprises me, but nothing seems strange, I'm taking it in with much ease" 

"I've noticed it, I'm quite relieved " Silence fell upon them, a calm silence. Anna kept caressing his face and Kyung Soo rested a shy hand on her leg. 

"I take your touch with much ease too" He teased. 

"You definitely do" 

"I have been dreaming with you a lot," Kyung Soo confessed, his eyes closed.

"Tell me about them" She invited him. 

"You appeared in a room, covered in spider webs and with your feet wet, it was a big room covered with paintings, probably here in the castle. You said that Sehun told you to go there using the passages,  then… " Anna stopped him covering his mouth. 

"Let me finish your story so you can see that it wasn't a dream but a memory" Anna told him how he helped her dry her feet, cleaned her hair and then trained her for the first time. His eyes kept growing bigger and bigger, nodding with her as she described his dream. As if she had been there. 

Because she did. 

As Anna said, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. 

"What about my other dreams, are those memories too?" Anna couldn't know, so she listened to the ones he remembered, and to their surprise, she knew all of them. 

Kyung Soo heard the deaf noise of the two guards falling unconscious. And just a couple of seconds later, two guys appeared through his doors. 

"Chanyeol? Sehun?" Kyung Soo called them, but regretted it immediately after seeing the excitement in the eyes of one of them. 

"You remember us?" He asked, his eyes beaming. 

"No he doesn't, Anna told her about us coming" The other tall man answered, stealing the words from his mouth. 

"I don't remember you… " Kyung Soo tried to explain, but the same guy interrupted him. 

"But you feel like you know us, we know, I'm Sehun, this is Chanyeol" He pointed at the guy behind him with a smile. The guy, Chanyeol, pushed Sehun to the side and threw himself onto Kyung Soo, hugging him tightly. Kyung Soo's arms circled his wide frame without thinking twice as he heard Chanyeol's quiet sob. He then saw over his friend's shoulder how Sehun cleaned his tears with the back of his hand and taking one long step he hugged them both. Despite how hard they were hugging him, Kyung Soo felt his chest filling up with air and something else. 

Sehun was right,  he felt like he knew them. Kyung Soo had seen them in his dreams several times. 

"Your majesty!" They heard from down the hall. They looked at each other and Kyung Soo felt a spark. A child-like excitement that was short lived as they noticed that the nurse was on her way. 

"Now if you excuse me" Chanyeol told him with sudden urgency. He went behind him, put on his balaclava and gave him an arm lock as Sehun put on his own and took out a gun.  Kyung Soo took a deep breath, held onto Chanyeol's arm and began squirming and asking for help. 

As soon as the nurse appeared at the door, Sehun held the gun to her head. 

"We are taking him with us, but you can't come" And with a swift movement that made him almost gasp in awe, Sehun hit her in the back of the neck, making her pass out. He then grabbed her with one hand and threw her inside one of the empty closets. 

"Let's go" He then said, as if nothing happened. 

As Anna told him, Chanyeol and Sehun were going to be his kidnappers. They needed people who knew the castle, and although they weren't the only ones, they insisted on participating just so they could meet his friend sooner. 

Chanyeol's grip around his neck was now around his shoulders as they went down the stairs. Sehun walked ahead,  checking the corners with his gun held tightly.  A noise bomb was set to explode in five minutes, so they had to be quick. 

They were reaching the second floor when they heard the loud bang of the noise bomb. Two seconds later he felt the floor vibrating. He looked at his friends in fear, wondering what could be causing that movement. 

"There they are," Chanyeol muttered as a group of around ten men appeared. His first instinct was to run, but he knew that he had to stay put. The ten men stopped in front of them, fully armed, with a serious expression, and standing very close to each other, forming a tight pack. Chanyeol grabbed Kyung Soo's arm and pushed him in front of the guards. Two of them took a step to the side and from between them a man appeared. 

It was his decoy. Same eighth, hair, complexion and clothes. Even his face was similar to his. His double bowed at him and called his name with devotion. Kyung Soo did the same, thanking him for what he was doing. 

They made the exchange. Kyung Soo left with the guards and his decoy with Chanyeol and Sehun. 

"We will meet later" Sehun assured him after seeing the look on Kyung Soo's eyes.

The pack of guards dashed down the hall with him hidden between their massive bodies. When they reached a new set of stairs, they split into two groups. One went back to his room to play the part and check on the noise bomb. Kyung Soo's group went downstairs, to the service rooms, more specifically the kitchen. The four men that accompanied him took him inside an empty room and began changing clothes. They hid their uniforms inside backpacks and put on black clothing and balaclavas. One of the guards began pulling rifles from one of the closets and handed one to each of his companions.  They did everything in complete silence, only exchanging looks to communicate. Kyung Soo kept quiet, looking at them in amazement, wondering if he used to be like that. If he also knew how to hold a rifle like that.  

" Your majesty, we are ready to go, I will be the one holding you,  so I hope you don't mind if… " Kyung Soo didn't let him finish and stood in front of him, giving him his back so he could hold him like Chanyeol did before. Although this guy was probably two times bigger than his friend.  

"When you helped me train on sword fighting at the military, you held me like this once, I was fifteen back then and you were twenty, I was very small and skinny back then and you told me that someday I was going to get bigger, and here we are" The guard shared with him as they got ready to leave the room.  Kyung Soo was smiling for the first time that day. Because even if he didn't remember that, he felt an overwhelming fondness for this man. Before he could say anything, the men opened the door and took him out of the room. He began playing the part again, screaming and fighting his kidnappers. 

They shot some bullets to the ceiling and people began coming out of their rooms. Butlers, guards, and maids. Kyung Soo noticed how they all reacted differently. He could split it between people who knew what was going on and people that didn't. 

They walked into the kitchen because it was one of the few rooms that had a door that went into one of the castle's gardens. The only garden that had a passage directly into the forest behind the castle. 

One of the guards walked ahead of them and was getting ready to kick the door open when one of the cooks stood in front of him holding her knife.

"Leave our king alone" She muttered between clenched teeth. Kyung Soo recognized her. She was his personal cook, the woman that had been feeding him since he was a baby, Nuni. That wasn't her name, but it was the name that his baby self gave her and it remained like that until now. Kyung Soo knew that the order was to get rid of whoever got in the way. So he begged his captors not to hurt her. They were taken aback by his reaction.  

"Nuni, let us go, I will be alright! " He insisted. But she stayed put, still holding her knife with her tired hands. 

"You heard him, we will take good care of him," The guard said, hovering over her. She held his stare, then looked at Kyung Soo and then back at the guard. 

"If something happens to him, I will skin you and feed you to the Order" Nobody laughed. The guard nodded at her, looking less threatening, and pushed her to the side. Kyung Soo told her again that he was going to be fine as they dragged him outside the castle. 

"That was unexpected, " Commented the guard holding him. Kyung Soo couldn't answer, still shocked.  

As they walked into the garden, they began hearing shoots on the wing of the castle just above them. They quickened their steps until they reached a small hut that could be turned down by a soft gust of wind.  Two men walked inside lifting an iron coffin with a lot of effort. Then a third guy got to his knees and with one punch of his fist destroyed the small wooden door under the coffin. His captor grabbed him by the arms and quickly shoved him down the hole with little care. He could barely register the fall,  from one second to the other he was on the hard and damp floor of the passage, with a pungent pain in his palms. 

He heard quick steps approaching him and soon a light shone in his face. 

"Kyung Soo!" His body recognized the voice before his brain could, relaxing immediately and forgetting about the pain. Anna turned off the flashlight and helped him get up. Before he could regain balance, he threw himself to her, hugging her tightly, taking in her scent.  

"Anna, you did it, you really got me out of there" His raspy voice whispered into her ear.

"Kyung Soo, Do you remember me?" Anna asked, surprised by his hug and the passion in his voice, hopeful that all this had brought back something, anything. 

"No, I haven't, I'm so sorry,  but please hug me" Anna circled his waist with her arms and his relief brought tears to his eyes.

“My head can't fully remember you yet, but the rest of my body does, so please keep holding me" Anna felt his hands rubbing her back and his lips caressing her jaw and neck. He was holding her with such enthusiasm that he lifted Anna off her feet, making her giggle. Her carefree laugh and her touch made something click in his head. That same muscle memory that knew how she felt between his arms and against his skin made him realize how much he needed to kiss her. And now that he could finally savor freedom, he wanted to mix that taste with her kisses.  

He held her face, resting his forehead gently on hers. She was looking at him with glassy eyes, her lips forming an adorable pout. Anna felt as if her heart had stopped beating, in comparison to how fast and hard it beat as she waited for Kyung Soo in the damp passage. Now all that seemed very distant and the only thing that mattered to her was him holding her and looking at her like that. She felt him running his fingers through her ponytail, making her close her eyes as a hot shiver ran down her back. Kyung Soo reached for her face cautiously, testing her reaction and his. Although it was clear to him that he wanted this, he needed this.  He held her chin and gently tilted it up until her lips were centimeters away from his. Anna stared into Kyung Soo's deep gaze. Her right hand searched for his, interlocking their fingers as she moved closer. Kyung Soo released a short sigh, before taking a deep breath and closing the distance between them.  

Kyung Soo's lips stroked hers slowly at first, testing Anna's response and his. But that didn't last. It was the softness of her lips and the taste of her mouth that made him hold her tighter and deepened the kiss. Anna threw her arms around his shoulders and almost climbed him as she answered the kiss. Kyung Soo always kissed as if it was the last time. And he was kissing her like that. Like he knew that she was his. They quickly melted into each other, her fingers tangled in his hair, as Kyung Soo touched her through her thick wool jacket. In the distance she heard a noise, a low cough, or something of the sort. Then Kyung Soo's name was called by a deep voice. It became insistent enough that she had to break the kiss and push Kyung Soo away. 

"Your majesty, Anna, you need to start moving" Kyung Soo's ears went red and Anna covered her mouth in embarrassment. The guys that brought Kyung Soo to her were still there, giving them some privacy by not looking, but they could hear everything. 

"I'm so sorry, thank you for your work, we will see you later." She thanked them again, grabbed Kyung Soo's hand, and pulled him into the depths of the dark passage. 

They walked for around thirty minutes until Anna stopped in front of an iron stair. At the end of it, he could see the square metal door that indicated the end of the second part of the plan. And so far everything worked perfectly. 

Anna led the way again, climbing the stairs and opening the door with one strong push. The bright light made him look away with discomfort. 

“I’m going to go first to see if there’s any problem, don’t go out until I come back” He nodded and took a step back to give her space so she could move. 

She came back 5 minutes later, although for Kyung Soo it felt like an hour. 

He came out of the passage feeling overwhelmed by the amount of green under his feet and the cold wind messing with his hair. Around them, there was a forest with tall trees and bushes spread here and there. The only noise they could hear was the wind, no cars, no people. He couldn’t even see the castle. 

Next to him, Anna was doing her part. As he was amazed by the nature that he could finally see after months, she was taking a radio out of her backpack. She turned it on, jolting at the loud static noise, and quickly found the channel to communicate with the people on the other side.

“This is queen, my partner is here, any news? over” Again static and then a click.

“Everything is moving, there are currently four groups moving and searching for the three decoys we send and Kyung Soo so be careful, get out of there as soon as you can, over” 

“Understood, over” Anna turned off the radio and searched for Kyung Soo. He was staring at the passage door with attention. She called his name and he brought a finger to his lips. 

“I think there’s someone in the passages” He whispered. Anna stood next to him and sharpened her ear. 

A rhythmic sound and some grunts, whatever it was it was getting closer. And it couldn't be good.  

Anna took off her backpack and searched for the one thing she knew would help them. Kyung Soo’s eyes grew three times bigger when he saw Anna pull a hand grenade from her backpack. She got on her knees at the edge of the entrance and with expert hands she pulled the trigger and threw the grenade inside the passage. They had 10 seconds to run away and avoid any mishap. Kyung Soo grabbed her hand and pulled her up, running away, avoiding trees and jumping over rocks. They stopped when they heard the explosion throwing themselves to the floor and covering their heads. 

The explosion only lifted some dust and made the floor shiver, but the shouts from the guards in the passage as they saw the grenade coming at them were loud and clear. 

Anna just closed her eyes and thought about the greater good. 

When she was finally ready to open them, Kyung Soo was staring at her with wonder, but also a lot of worries. 

“It’s your first time doing this?” He whispered. 

“It is,” She confessed after a couple of breaths. 

“I’m sorry you had to do this because of me” He said as he held her hand. 

“I would do it a hundred times and more if necessary, let’s keep moving” She held onto his hand and got up, following the planned path to get out of the forest. 

When they reached the highway, Anna looked at her clock, checking if they were right on time. Just two minutes ahead of schedule. Their surroundings were silent too, Kyung Soo suspected they were on the highway behind the hill that surrounded the castle. He was shocked by the fact that he knew that information. He was still not sure of how much memory he had lost. 

“The truck is going to be here in a minute, remember to pay attention to the sound, if we can’t hear the squealing from the pigs, we need to hide '' Anna instructed him as she changed her backpack from her back to her chest. Kyung Soo closed his eyes and did as Anna instructed. He counted the seconds in his head, and just when he was reaching fifty-nine, he heard one loud squeal. He could also hear Anna celebrate with a curse.  

The truck approached them at a low speed, flickering its lights. The noise of the pigs was now louder than its engine, as the smell. 

“It’s going to be a short ride, don’t worry” Anna assured him as if sensing his worry. 

The truck stopped, and they climbed the door, jumping onto the back, and falling between the smelly pigs. They moved to the front, avoiding the grumpier pigs, and settled there. Anna took the radio from her back and turned it on. 

“We are on the truck, over” Static noise. 

“There are guards at the bypass, do as planned, if it doesn’t work, he knows that he has to drive past them, over” Anna took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and answered.

“Understood, over” And she turned off the radio. 

As they said, there were guards at the bypass. Before them, two cars waited for their control. Anna and Kyung Soo slid down the wall of the truck and lay on the floor hidden by the pigs. The smell was so strong that she had to hide her face on her arm, trying to isolate her nose. It was useless, but it helped her focus. They couldn’t hear what was happening. The truck moved slowly ahead and then stopped. The pigs complained, and time passed. They were stuck for around five minutes until the truck engine woke up again with a loud roar. Anna turned on the radio again.

“Safe?, over” Just a second passed until they answered. 

“Safe, see you in an hour, over” Static noise again.

They kept quiet, sitting down, already used to the smell. Anna kept checking her clock, the anxiety didn’t leave, even when knowing they were safe now. She wasn’t going to rest until Kyung Soo crossed the doors of the old parliament. There was still danger, and her senses were all focused on catching any sign of it. 

Kyung Soo kept quiet, to not disturb Anna’s focus and to be a little help too. He kept looking through the slits between the wood of the back of the truck. He knew how the old parliament looked, he could even remember some rooms from the inside. From behind a thick wall of trees, he could finally see it. Anna gasped at the sight and held his hand tighter. 

“We are almost there” She whispered, smiling brightly. 

The closer they got to their destination, the scarier it got. At any time a car from the Order could appear behind them, they could even meet them at the doors of the Clan hideouts. Too many things were at risk, and it would be their fault. Anna wished she was the only one feeling that burden. 

The truck stopped and the driver got off. He dashed to the back of the truck and pulled the doors open with a single pull.  This was probably the first time she felt so happy to see Junmyeon, and she let him know. 

“Right back at you Anna, Kyung Soo, I’m so glad to see you again, I’ll tell you who I am later, let’s move, Minseok is waiting for us” Kyung Soo bowed at him, looking uncertain and followed Anna as she began to move. 

They ran across the abandoned highway behind the parliament and reached the gates. Anna took the key from her boot and opened them, closing behind. Every opened door had to be closed. 

As soon as they got inside the abandoned building, Kyung Soo commented on how he was familiar with it. There was excitement in his voice, which made her and Junmyeon smile. He followed them down the main hall, having a weird feeling of knowing where they were going. When Junmyeon opened one tall wooden door, he gasped in surprise, making him jolt. 

“Minseok, you son of a bitch, you scared me, I thought we were meeting down there” Kyung Soo saw a man approaching, meeting them halfway. He shook Junmyeon’s hand and patted Anna’s shoulder before approaching him. 

“It’s great to have you here Kyung Soo, I’m Minseok '' He held his hand up and Kyung Soo shook it without hesitation.

“Anna told me a lot about you, I hope our memories come back to me soon” Kyung Soo saw the sadness in his friend's eyes, so he smiled calmly to show him that he was better than they thought. Anna was the one who brought them back to the urgent matter and hurried them to keep moving. They went inside the service bathroom. Junmyeon pushed the elegant closet to the side, exposing the black metal door. She opened the lock and they got inside the tunnel with Minseok leading the way with his flashlight. She waited for Kyung Soo and locked arms with him, knowing how cold that path was, sicking for warmth and hopefully giving him some. 

When they entered the main hall, Kyung Soo gasped loudly. Walking around and sitting on different surfaces there were around 100 people showing different levels of worry. 

They were all waiting for him. 

Everybody stopped what they were doing and slowly approached them. Minseok was the first one to talk.

“Everything went according to the plan, we will have time to talk tomorrow, as for now, we should let Kyung Soo rest, it was a long and tiresome day” Everybody agreed. But one of the assistants, their teacher from university, walked to the front and spoke for the crowd. 

“Your majesty, welcome home, can we greet you?” 

Kyung Soo looked at Anna nervously. He wanted to greet them, thanking them for being there, but he still felt as if he didn’t quite deserve the attention and reverence he received from them. Anna circled his waist, smiling at him, bumping his hip with hers playfully. The warmth he felt coming from her was the support he needed to greet everybody and thank them in some way for the hardship they go through just to accompany him. 

He spent about an hour doing so. Everybody introduce themselves as if it was the first they were meeting, although he knew it wasn’t. Anna stayed next to him the whole time. She clearly knew all of them, and with the information he had about the Clan and his involvement with it, he felt overjoyed by the fact that she had involved herself so perfectly with all of them. 

Minseok had a filling meal prepared for them at his office. But first, their friend made them change into clean clothes to get rid of the pig's smell. Kyung Soo was excited to talk to him. He wished Sehun and Chanyeol were there with them, but they had to end their part of the plan, so they would be back tomorrow morning. It was almost midnight, the food was gone and Kyung Soo was feeling the stress of the night turning into tiredness. The chat with his friend helped him calm down the adrenaline, but everything felt very strange still. Good strange, though. He was out of that prison. No nurse injecting him and causing him pain. He could move, do what he wanted, speak whenever he wanted. He didn’t have to listen to his uncle's horrible comments anymore, he was out of danger now and Anna was with him. She didn’t have to walk those cold and spider-infested passages anymore to see him. She wasn’t speaking to him in whispers just so the guards outside his room couldn’t hear them. She was laughing freely now, speaking loudly. He didn’t know how long this new calm would last, but he was going to enjoy it. 

Minseok was considerate enough to ask Anna to guide Kyung Soo to his room. Room that in the last months had become her room. She always kept it clean and tidy, knowing that he would be back someday. She walked him down the hall, holding his hand and sending him loving looks as he asked random questions about the Clan’s building. She felt almost suffocated by happiness. 

Anna walked him inside his room and gave him time to look around. The way he walked around his bedroom reminded her of how she inspected his room the first time she visited it. He stared at the books, the paintings, he touched the furniture and the fabrics around him. He stopped at the wall covered with photos. Like Anna back then, he probably didn’t recognize most of the people there, but he was still smiling. Her tummy shivered when Kyung Soo set his eyes on their picture. 

“I like how you look in your uniform” He commented, taking the picture from the wall and bringing it to give it a closer look. She stood next to him, still having that fuzzy feeling when looking at that photo and how sweet Kyung Soo looked passing an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. 

“If I ever had a doubt about what you said about us, now that doubt it’s completely gone,” He said with a chuckle. She only rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. 

They sat on the bed staring at the photo wall, with Kyung Soo pointing at faces asking for names or telling her how much he remembered about them. It wasn’t a lot, but he knew some things, like names, or specific events that she couldn’t corroborate if they were accurate or not. She promised him that they would ask Minseok tomorrow. 

Kyung Soo began talking about their day, saying and asking what he couldn’t say as they made their escape. 

“I bet you were nervous and thinking about this nonstop,” She told him playfully after they went over the last bit of their day, the dinner with Minseok. 

“I was nervous, but to be honest, I was thinking about you, worried about you, nervous about what you had to do, watching everything you did. In my lockdown what I did the most was think about you” His voice didn’t show any shyness, but his ears were red. 

“You have been thinking about me?” She whispered close to his face. 

“Yeah,” He turned his head, moving closer to her, but not meeting her eyes. 

“What kind of thinking?” She kept digging.

“The kind where I have to control myself” He finally met her eyes, dark and big, pulling her in. 

“Kiss me, love” She ordered him, climbing on his lap as he grabbed her face, kissing her before she could finish her sentence. The way Kyung Soo touched her hadn’t changed. His hand followed a pattern that was familiar to her. Grabbing her waist pulling her closer, holding to her hips and rubbing her thighs and back. Then repeat until he grew frustrated with the clothes between his hands and her skin. His passion turned into desperation quickly. He was a bit hard and rough, biting her lower lip and sucking on the skin of her chin and neck. She moaned as his hands slid up her chest, holding her head by the nape. 

"Kyung Soo, are you sure you want to do this?" She asked him, driven by consideration for her boyfriend who was currently recovering from a memory loss and a very traumatic experience. But Kyung Soo didn't answer and kept kissing her face and neck. She insisted once again, but she got the same answer from him. At least she had the consideration, she thought to herself, as she pulled his sweater off. 

"Kyung Soo I’ve missed you so much" She whispered desperately, against his lips, kissing his cheeks and forehead.  

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry" He hugged her, hiding his guilty face on her chest. She hated seeing him like this, apologizing when he was the victim. She grabbed his face and made him look at her. 

"Don’t! Come here” She had to grab him harder as he insisted on lowering his head.

“You are never leaving my side again, understood?” He nodded, kissing the palm of her hand. 

“We will stay together from now on,” She promised. 

“Yes Anna” He kissed her other hand. 

“And we will achieve everything we want, not tonight though, tonight we will only think about us, ok?” Kyung Soo giggled, that childish laugh that put the first seed of love in her heart. 

She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, trapping him under her body, kissing his cheeks and neck taking in his delicious scent and the warmth of his skin. Kyung Soo’s grunts and sighs of pleasure were interrupted by a question. 

“Have I ever had you like this before?” He saw it a couple of times in dreams, but he never trusted those blindly. 

“Yes, a couple of times” She confessed, looking at his curious eyes. 

“I hate that I can't remember it” He cursed with frustration, and Anna understood it, but that was not the mood she needed at that moment. 

“Don't worry, you will” And to fully bring him back to the moment, she sat up and took off her flannel.   

He opened his mouth and eyes wide in adorable shock. His hands reached for her naked waist, slowly, flinching when he could finally touch her. 

"You so familiar to me, I can't find you in my memory if I try, but just now when I touched you, I knew it wasn't the first time" He moved his hands up and shyly caressed the edge of her bra. 

"It's okay, you can't see what we had, they made you hide it in your memories, but you can't forget me, who I am in essence, what we did, the way I felt on your hands and lips,  there are some things you can't forget Kyung Soo, focus on bringing them back” His hands settled on her waist as Anna moved her waist slowly, out of reflex. Kyung Soo closed his eyes as his hands moved down her thighs and then up again, briefly rubbing her center with his thumb. 

Anna moaned softly, holding to his forearms. 

“Please tell me that you remember some of me” She begged. 

“I can't... I try but I can't” There was some despair in his voice. She felt terribly bad for him, guilty for telling him that,  but she never let sadness or frustration be useless, so she used those feelings to fuel her will and do something about it. She was the only one who could help him remember her. 

“Then come here,  I'm going to make you remember” Anna grabbed Kyung Soo’s clueless face and brought him to her. Making him sit on the bed, having him close to her face and chest. 

“You liked it when I touched your chest,  you said it gave you a burning feeling” She caressed down his neck with the tip of her fingers and then placed her hands on his warm chest. 

“And this was your favorite” She held his chin and turned his face to the right making her way to his neck. He closed his eyes in pleasure, hugging her waist and hiding his face on her shoulder.   

“I know those things can't be erased from your head, they are imprinted on your skin” She whispered on his neck making him grunt. Emboldened by his reactions and by the delight of touching her man like this, she pulled off his sweatshirt. 

“Can you feel it?” She hugged him, rubbing his shoulders and taking in the warmth of his chest. 

“I.. think I do” He chuckled, kissing her chin. 

“Good, touch here, you said you loved it” She pulled down her bra ignoring the gasp he released, and put his hand on top of her breast. 

“Touch it, please, touch me” Kyung Soo did as told, calling her name and immediately taking his other hand to her chest. 

“My head can’t place the moment I did this, but it feels so intimate and ours, everything about you feels like that, I touched this skin before” He dropped a chaste kiss between her breasts and what was meant to be a single kiss turned into a mission covering every inch of her chest with his kisses. 

“Yes you did,  several times” She moaned. holding his head to her chest. 

“And the first time you broke into my room, I could recognize your smell,” He said between kisses. 

“It was a gift from you” 

“I can't place you in my memories, but I recognize everything” He repeated. 

“Because we loved each other, we still do,” She told him, staring into his eyes. 

“We do, I do,” He confessed, catching her by surprise. Even if he didn’t remember, she had managed to catch him and dig herself into his heart again. 

Kyung Soo picked her up, throwing her on the bed and settling his body in between her legs. He got comfortable, holding her down, planning on staying for a while there, touching, kissing, and grabbing onto this body that was one of the few things he could recognize. But not only her body. Anna’s scent and whimpers, the way she touched him and hugged him, inviting Kyung Soo to touch and kiss her more didn’t feel new, he recognized all of them, which didn’t make it less exciting and arousing.

As Kyung Soo sucked on her collarbone, rocking his hips into her, Anna reached for him, craving his lips as she thought about every single night that she spent lying awake on that same bed, loving him and missing him. 

His bottom lip dragged on the skin of her face, dropping kisses on her nose, eyelids, and forehead. Anna’s hand reached down his back and did their best to pull Kyung Soo’s pants down, but his belt didn’t allow her to do so. Her insistence made him chuckle, distracting him from worshiping her. He kneeled down between her legs and undo his belt as she unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted her hips and pulled them off, kicking Kyung Soo in the process. Between shy laughs, Kyung Soo got up and got rid of his pants, and as soon they were gone he came back to his previous position, jumping into Anna’s wide-open arms. 

He stopped for a second before kissing her again, his eyes darting all over her face. 

“You are so beautiful” He whispered, closing his eyes as Anna caressed his cheek. “And so brave, smart, loving, and… dangerous” She laughed loudly, the feeling of her chest vibrating under him with laughter was divine. 

“Is it because I threw that grenade? Or the whole kidnapping thing?” She asked, cleaning her tears. 

“All of you, I just wonder what would happen to me If I wasn’t on your side, or if you used all that dedication to hurt me” 

“Lucky you, I used that determination to take you away from there and make you fall in love with me again” Her answer hit him like a brick. He forgot to add that he loved her confidence too. All the words he could say got stuck in his throat. As his eyes focused on her half-open mouth, a flickering image came to his head, blurry but with clear words. Clear enough for him to repeat them. 

“I can put my life in your hands, I've done it a couple of times now” She recognized those words as hers. 

“I did so once, and I still do” Anna whispered in his ear as he leaned down to hug her. Kyung Soo followed the line of her jaw with the tip of his nose, dropping kisses on his way.  She caressed and scratched his back softly, whispering his name, the more he kissed her the louder she got. 

Despite how she needed more from him, of how he wanted it harder from him, she was getting intoxicated by his touch, his smell, his warmth, and the weight of his body on top of her. Anna opened her legs wider so she could rub herself against his thigh, holding him down by the ass. 

Kyung Soo grunted in her mouth, as he pressed his tongue against hers. Seeing his need reciprocated by her, made him feel euphoric. He got rid of his underwear and hers, almost tearing them apart.  Anna tried to close her legs out of reflex. but Kyung Soo held them open, staring at her already wet center with admiration. He reached for her with wandering hands, touching her, covering his fingers with her wetness, and spreading it along her lower lips. 

She covered her mouth, trying to quiet down her loud moans. Kyung Soo didn’t stop, he wanted louder moans. Slowly, he shoved one finger inside her, so softly that she almost didn’t feel it. He laid down next to her, pillowing her head with his arm. His right hand began rubbing circles on her clit, and then went lower, penetrating her with two fingers. He moaned in her ear, hugging her closer, as she tightened around his fingers. She called his name and he answered by dropping kisses along her jaw. 

She reached down, wanting to touch him too, to hear him and arouse him. She dragged the back of her hand against his hard-on. The touch was soft, almost fleeting, but it still made him groan. She wanted to touch him more, more intently, to reciprocate his attention, but Kyung Soo didn’t have the strength to stretch this anymore. Because as he told her before, he has been thinking about her, the kind of thought where he had to control himself. There was something about Anna, about what they were, that clearly wasn’t just saved in his memory. His whole body called for her, her nude body, her moans, and her pleasure. 

He peeled his underwear quickly, apologizing for the rush, although Anna didn’t need explanations. She grabbed him by the waist as soon as he was fully naked and brought him to her. Anna’s hands slid around, sinking into the full cheeks of his ass, grabbing hard and with need. Kyung Soo giggled adorably, and she kissed his smile, cheeks, and nose as he positioned comfortably between her legs. 

She felt the tip of his dick poking her entrance, making her shiver in anticipation. Her hands went from his ass to his shoulders, allowing him to enter her more comfortably for both of them. 

Kyung Soo moved his body to the side, grabbing his member and rubbing it up and down her slit. Anna begged for him, kissing his lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair.  She felt him sliding inside her slowly, carefully, and lovingly as always. Anna let him do everything, she wanted to feel owned by him. She released a sigh of relief when he entered her. Relieved that her body still remembered him and that once again he was back in her arms. 

He looked down at their bodies, thrusting once as a response to the excitation that it caused him. His eyes scanned up her body, his mouth open in awe. Anna grabbed his face, begging him for a kiss and lifting her hips to have him closer and deeper inside her. Kyung Soo filled her ears with words of love and adoration, making her blush with his devotion. As Anna hugged him tighter and caressed his body, his mind kept flashing images, random flashes of her, of them. Scenes that didn't feel like dreams. But above all that, there was Anna, completely new to him, but not a stranger. He loved her, that was clear. And he was crazy for her. 

Anna looked back at him with glassy eyes. Her mouth opened with pleasure, caressing his back and groping the places she liked. He could tell that she knew his body probably better than himself. He liked how she wanted him and how honest she was about it, because he felt the same, and he felt like it was burning him. 

Anna moved her hips searching for more. Although she loved having her boyfriend nice and slow, she was still shocked about how everything unraveled.  Despite how positive she was and how hard she worked to get him back, she was always scared that Kyung Soo would be gone forever. But he wasn’t. He was there with her like always. The same kisses, the same hugs and caresses. The same passion, want and love. Even when she wasn’t a clear memory in his brain. That always gave her a bit of confidence, how she managed to make him look at her again. Feel for her again.

She grabbed him by the nape and brought him closer so she could kiss him hard, latching her lips over his lower lip, sucking hard. They both moaned at the same time, desperately curving their bodies into the other. 

Anna bent her knees and Kyung Soo quickly grabbed hold of her legs, thrusting quicker. He was surprised at how greedy his heart was, how primal were his needs. 

Anna thought she was going insane, with everything Kyung Soo was doing to her and the way he muffled his moans in the crock of her neck. She felt his encouraging and loving words running down her body, enveloping her. With each thrust and every kiss, she felt closer and closer to her orgasm. And as much as she wanted to make this moment last, she knew it was impossible. 

Kyung Soo’s grip on her thighs grew tighter and the kisses on her shoulder turned into soft bites. She captured him between her legs, asking for harder and deeper thrusts. He complied, bucking his hips only a couple of times before she felt her orgasm wash over her. The way her body reacted made him reach his own climax enhancing her pleasure. 

His body felt on top of her, his hips still moving, but softer. She couldn’t stop kissing his lips, even when it was hard to breathe for both. A hint of a smile played on Kyung Soo’s lips as he looked at her. Although she wanted to tell him how much she loved him and how incredible he was and just make him blush with her devotion, she was out of words. He gently rubbed her neck, tucking her hair behind her ear and kissing her cheek. 

He rolled to the side to lay next to her and caressed her face again before passing out as soon as he closed his eyes. She covered her mouth quietening her giggles and went out of bed to fetch a towel and clean them both. Kyung Soo didn’t wake up as she cleaned him, nor when she accommodated him in the bed and covered him with the duvet. 

Anna went to sleep a little bit later. Taking advantage of his sleeping state she kissed every inch of his cute face before resting.

The next morning,  Kyung Soo didn’t wake up. 

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[mysophobix]

discord kpop 1x1 rp search

heyooo! i’m yumi, age 23, they/them! currently lf a few krp/kdrama partners, preferably within the age range of 19-23+! it’s safe to say that i’m open to any pairings such as mxm, fxf, poly, and trans/non-binary characters, oc x oc (faceclaims ok!) - i will say that i do have a preference for writing masculine characters and will often default to that unless discussed.

my writing style is always mirrored, so don’t be shy if you’d like to write with me in any way, shape, or form! my preference tends to lean towards novella and advanced lit (comfortably up to 500-1k or more) with present or past, third-person narratives. i have some writing examples i can send your way if you’d like to see them before committing to rp with me! i typically want to strive for quality over quantity.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ PLOTS : regarding plots that i enjoy tend to lean super heavily into the human condition (any variation or avenue of slice of life, modern aus), very lightly toeing into supernatural with succubuses/incubus or angel/devils, fallen angel concepts, and “darker” themes. some examples would be religious trauma/historical themes, substance abuse, violence, heavy angst, etc.

i also really enjoy media-based or established works of fictions like ao3, video games (the last of us, detroit become human, etc), films, and kdramas (strangers from hell, all of us are dead, the glory, bloodhounds, and more). 

i’m totally interested in including nsfw into our rps aswell, though i tend to write my characters as versatile switches and would prefer if my partners were flexible and willing to collaborate to make it fun and comfortable for both of us. i will send a kink list to be as transparent as possible, or you can view that on my carrd alongside other in depth info here!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MUSES & GROUPS : i’m open to a majority of groups including, but not limited to the ones listed below! regarding muses, i’m very open-minded and flexible and will include some examples of those i muse the most. the starred groups are the ones that i muse very heavily for currently:

☆ aespa : winter / karina / ningning

ateez : wooyoung / san / yunho

enhypen : jay / heeseung / jungwon / jake

☆ exo : jongin / sehun / chanyeol / baekhyun

le sserafim : sakura / chaewon

mamamoo : moonbyul

☆ nct (all subunits+wayv) : taeyong / yuta / jaehyun / jeno / mark / donghyuck / jaemin / xiaojun / kun / yangyang

oneus : seoho / keonhee / xion

☆ onlyoneof : nine / love / mill / rie

p1harmony : theo / intak

red velvet : wendy / seulgi / joy

☆ seventeen : jeonghan / jun / seungkwan / vernon / joshua / minghao

☆ stray kids : minho / hyunjin / han / bangchan / jeongin 

tempest : hanbin / taerae / hyeongseop / hwarang

☆ the boyz : sunwoo / hyunjae / juyeon / jacob / eric

☆ txt : soobin / beomgyu / taehyun treasure : asahi / jihoon / hyunsuk

☆ xg : jurin / chisa

☆ zb1 : jiwoong / hanbin / matthew / taerae

solo artists : woodz, dpr ian, jackson wang . .

(these aren't including my ships, but you might be able to get hints from who i bolded - don't be afraid to ask for clarification though, i'll definitely mention them once we connect).

please prioritise discussing triggers and preferences within the RP. they will always be stated by me during plotting as well. my ‘no’s’ are only detailed self-harm/gore that goes alongside it. i'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable at any point otherwise.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MISC. NOTES : the most important part of this i would like to make sure is noted is that writing won’t always be a priority for me as i have other hobbies and responsibilities that tend to take up a lot of my free time too. i work two jobs while also taking classes for my university and gaming. i’d appreciate and prefer partners that don’t mind gaps of time between responses and won’t spam or pressure me to be quicker. i've had some bad luck with rp partners that don't understand that and overstep boundaries. i will end the rp if it gets excessive. however, i’m very chatty and enjoy making playlists and pinterest boards alongside our rp au’s so it’d be cool to have partners open to that sort of connection. i’m always down for friendships outside of our rp too so the gaps of time don't feel awkward or stilted.

if all of this sounds good to you and you’re interested in getting to know me as a potential friend or likewise to write, don’t hesitate to dm me on here or head on over to discord and add me; my username is gyumie. ♡

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you're losing me 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

rating: 18+

warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook 😾, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingering, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! ☝🏼, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks

summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3

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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.

And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance you’re glad to even attend.

Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.

So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.

You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you might’ve redefined last minute-magic.

“You’re trending on Twitter.”

As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.

“Didn’t realise my costume is that cute.” You look down on yourself. It’s a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeol’s vampire look gained more attention.

“Your outfit’s cute, but everyone’s talking about what you posted on your Story,” Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.

“Oh.”

Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeol’s shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. “Everyone’s just talking about how hot we look.”

You giggle, swatting his arm.

You didn’t expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.

It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.

You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when it’s not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.

“Has your hubby seen it?” Chanyeol asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.” But he told you how busy he is today, so you’re not sure if he saw.

“Have you thought about my offer, by the way?” Eunwoo asks.

“What offer?” Chanyeol curiously chimes in.

“The lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.”

Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “You two in a drama? That’s insane.”

“I’ve never tried acting. Not sure if I’d be any good,” you confess,

“I feel like you’re good at anything,” Chanyeol assures with a grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.

As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists – less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.

The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologist’s building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkook’s lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it must’ve looked like to the public.

You couldn’t stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.

~

2 weeks ago

“You don’t need to worry.” Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.

You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. “But I do worry.”

“Love, if you are potentially-”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off. “Hearing the word makes me more anxious.”

You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. “You said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.”

“Yeah, minus the morning sickness.” Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you don’t actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance you’d feel guilty, but you’re too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.

“But the tests you took were negative,” he tries again.

“It’s just plastic. I can’t trust it.”

You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkook’s persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.

The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.

“I promise you, whatever the outcome is we’ll make the best of it.”

“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay calm,” you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.

In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance – tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and you’re out of options to cope with the temperature.

But this is concerning you both and you can’t grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.

“Either outcome won’t change anything drastically.”

You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.

“I don’t want a baby.” It’s barely a whisper under your breath. “But you want one.” Your eyes flutter back to him.

Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years – bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.

You know that Jungkook views it differently. It’s understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him it’s not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.

Jungkook hesitates. “I do want a baby,” he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. “But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it – I will support your decision.” Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. “Love, you’re freezing.” He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.

“It’s ‘cause I’m scared,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat.

“Come here.” He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. “It pains me to see you like this.” He wraps the blanket around you tighter. “You don’t wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.

Maybe it’s the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe it’s the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe it’s the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.

But something brings tears to your eyes – making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.

“My love,” Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.

Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.

“I’m not gonna cry.” It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.

“You know you can when you’re with me.”

You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Don’t like it,” you murmur into his now tears stained skin.

“But there’s no point in denying it.”

“There’s just...so much. All at once.” You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.

“I know, love.” He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. “I’ll carry everything you can’t, remember?” It’s a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, “I’ll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.” His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. “As long as we talk – communicate properly, this won’t be difficult.”

“But we do talk,” you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. “No?”

“Yeah, I know.” He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. “But I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re ready now?” Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.

“I think so.”

“There’s nothing to worry.” Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.

~

Jungkook had been right the whole time. You weren’t pregnant.

There had been nothing to worry.

You’re still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you weren’t pregnant – typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.

Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.

Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.

“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.

As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.

Jungkook’s presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. He’s draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, it’s gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.

And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet people’s eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.

Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if you’re living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.

“Jungkook!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.

“Hi, love.” He kisses you softly.

You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.

He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. “You’re already drunk? Who’s been giving you drinks?”

You deny his question with a dragged out “no��. “Just a bit tipsy – if even.” Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks you’ve already had, you ask, “Where’d you get these cute horns from?” Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.

“Don’t know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.”

You tilt your head as you ponder. “I don’t know of any cheap store close to the company.”

A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkook’s hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.

“You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what he’s implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.

“Yah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!” Chanyeol yells.

Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. “Has Eunwoo not been good enough?”

Eunwoo sends a glare his way. “Chanyeol’s just taking everything too seriously.”

Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. “Too good that I’m also competitive.”

~

When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.

You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. “You’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”

“I didn’t drink that much.” You don’t know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you won’t tell him.

Jungkook cocks his head. He doesn’t need you to tell him to know.

“Get up.” His palms push your lower back.

“Huh?” You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. “For what?”

A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. “For what?” he scoffs.

His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.

“Gonna fuck your brainless in my car. That’s why.”

His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.

“Someone’s got excited,” he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.

“Don’t.” Your fingers fly to his wrist. “There are people.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Now you care about people watching?”

Your lips pull together in a confused pout.

“You never notice, do you?” He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. It’s a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.

“Notice what?” Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. “You’re being confusing, Koo.”

“I’m not being confusing,” he denies.

“Yes, you are.” You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. “You told me you didn’t have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.”

Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib – annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.

“I was able to finish off early,” he explains. “Thought I’d join you, ‘cause you wanted me to.”

“And you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.”

“He can fuck off. I really don’t care about him.” His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.

“You’re such a meanie sometimes.” You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.

“Want me to show you how mean I can be?” He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“You can’t be mean to me,” you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. “Been good today.”

“You’ve been driving me insane tonight.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. “Always so clueless,” he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.

“___!” someone yells your name.

You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.

“I’ve been looking for you all night!” She hands you a drink

You look at her through apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving already. I’ll see you soon!”

Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.

“Oh, no. I told Eunwoo I’d give him my number,” you remember. “Lemme go back.”

But Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back remains firm.

“He’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to contact your manager.” Jungkook is pissed and you’re not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small “Doesn’t need my wife’s number.”.

“Can you imagine me in a drama?” You giggle as you think about it. “Would you watch it?” You turn your head. “You don’t like watching dramas.”

“Of course, I’d watch it. Immediately.”

Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.

You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. “Careful, love.” He quickly steadies you.

He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.

“Are there condoms left here?”

You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.

“Nothing left,” he replies. “Get in the backseat.”

As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, “Didn’t realise how many times we’ve fucked in the car.”

You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare – or apparently not so rare – moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkook’s G-Wagon.

Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesn’t need you on the front page of every media outlet again. You’ve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.

Jungkook barely uses social media. You’re the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesn’t follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit – you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.

Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.

As hours passed by, his anger didn’t simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.

“You tend to conveniently forget when you’re a needy brat.”

“It’s ´cause I’m not a brat,” you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. “Just a bit needy sometimes.”

“Hmm, just a bit needy?” His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.

You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.

You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.

Jungkook’s hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.

“So wet already?” he sneers. “All for me?”

You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.

“And so greedy for me.” He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. “So pretty.” He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. “Baby’s sensitive, huh?”

He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.

“I want you.” You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.

“Did I say you could touch?” His voice drips with condescension.

You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.

“Use your big girl words.” His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. “C’mon,” he urges, growing more impatient.

“No, you didn’t,” you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.

“You don’t get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. “Just lie there and look pretty for me.” He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.

You watch him play with your pussy and you’re unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when he’s all the way in.

“Pussy’s so good at taking me.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. “So good,” you mumble.

Jungkook waits until he knows you’re used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.

Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkook’s head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.

“Don’t bite,” you utter between moans.

But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.

“You think you have a say on anything?” His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.

It’s almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.

But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.

“Why would you do that? I was close!”

He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.

“Hmm, no idea why I would do that?” he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.

“I haven’t done anything,” you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “Can’t recall anything bad you did?”

He picks up on his pace and you can’t think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.

“Posting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?” He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. “Wanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?”

“No,” you whine. “Didn't mean it that way. We- we didn’t plan on it at all. Just – when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.” You’re a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.

“I don’t fucking care,” he curses. “You know how people perceive this stuff.”

“You don’t... don’t think it was a silly coincidence?”

Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.

“I should find it silly?” A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?”

“No, please,” you fuss desperately. “Wanna cum.”

“Then start behaving. Quit being a brat.”

“I am good,” you try to convince him.

Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. “Put on an angel costume and yet you’re such a dirty girl.”

While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.

“Wanna be – wanna be good for daddy.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. “Then don’t disappoint me.” With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.

Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.

“Jungkook,” you utter between little desperate puffs. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Only when I allow you to.” Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. “Can do that, right? My wife’s capable of that, hmm?”

Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. “Yes, I – I can wait.”

“That’s my good girl.” He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. “Cock so good it’s making you cry, huh?” His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.

The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.

“Slow down, please.” Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkook’s knot is too tight for you to undo it. You’ll cum soon if he continues at this pace.

“Nuh-uh.” He denies firmly. “You can take it. Show me how good you are.” His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me – look at me when you cum.”

It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkook’s got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldn’t be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldn’t properly sit the next day.

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Wanna cum all over my cock?” His thumb moves faster. “Make a little mess?”

“Yes,” you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.

“Then cum for me,” Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.

It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. You’re body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and you’re so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.

Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.

“Doing so good, love.” The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. “So good for me.”

And just as you’re about to tell him you’re too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. “Come here.”

Despite being tired from just cumming, you’re hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.

Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. “Open wide,” he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.

You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.

“Gonna cum in your mouth.” Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. “Fuck, just like that.”

Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.

“Good girl.” Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.

“I’m fine. Didn’t hurt.” Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.

After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.

“Who’s texting you at this hour,” you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.

“Just work. I left a bit abruptly.” He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.

Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. “Once we’re home, I’m gonna give your ass the attention it hasn’t got yet.”

[kwanisms]

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atz: all members

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[magicshopaholic]

Movie Night (Hoseok x OC)

Summary: Hoseok hosts movie night, but finds he can’t concentrate with all the flirting.

Pairing: Hoseok x OC

Genre: Humour, unreolved issues, hints of angst

Word count: 5.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Alcohol, spoilers for the movie Get Out!

A/N: Took me a while but my favourite children are back :') Contains one of the first scenes of theirs I ever envisioned. This fic takes place approximately four months after Double Take, about a week after Stranger Things. Can't wait to hear what you guys think <3

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @dreaming-with-happiness @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore, @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: “should i stay or should i go” by the clash

hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

A phone call wakes Chanyeol up before his alarm does.

Clearing his throat as his eyes stay shut, he fumbles for his phone on the hotel bedside table and answers it. “Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up? Listen, you’re coming over today, right?” Hoseok asks, without waiting for a response to his first question.

It takes Chanyeol a couple of seconds to process these many words. “What?”

“Today,” repeats his best friend patiently. “You’re coming over?”

“Uh - yeah.” He frowns, rubbing at his eyes. “Why?” 

“Just checking.”

“No, why as in, why are you calling and not texting?”

“I did text you, but I didn’t hear back.”

“Yeah, because it’s -“ Chanyeol moves the phone away from his ear to squint at the screen “- eight in the morning on a Saturday. Dude, what are you even doing up?”

“Dance practice,” supplies Hoseok. “Anyway, I wanted to check with you…” There’s a pause while his voice trails away, sounding uncertain.

Chanyeol frowns, brain still fuzzy. “I know your address. You texted it to me.”

“No, I know…” Hoseok clears his throat. “I was wondering if I should invite your sister.”

No part of that sentence makes sense to Chanyeol in this context. “My sister?”

“Yeah… wait, you know she’s in Seoul, right?”

He scoffs, sitting up slightly now and wincing as he straightens his back. “She let me in on it, yeah. I was going to have lunch with her today. How do you know she’s in Seoul?” Something occurs to him then. “Wait, did she call you or something?”

“No, I ran into her a couple months ago.”

“Where?”

“The - the grocery store. Anyway, my point is,” he continues quickly, “now that I know she’s here - and you’re here - should I invite her?”

“Um, I dunno. It’s your house, man.”

“Right.”

When Hoseok says nothing else, Chanyeol frowns. “Since when do you hang out with my sister, anyway?”

“Since never. It’s just, you know, polite. Since I ran into her and everything,” he explains. “And because you’re her brother. I mean, you have lunch with her and then leave to come over to my place when she knows I’m here - and she knows that I know she’s here -“ Hoseok exhales, and Chanyeol can practically see him pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

“You know, she’s not going to care,” says Chanyeol slowly. “She probably has plans already.”

“Oh. How - how do you know?”

“Because she’s had plans every single weekend since she turned sixteen.” He has no idea where this conversation is going. “But like I said: it’s your house. You do whatever you want.”

“Yeah.” Hoseok is quiet for a moment, and Chanyeol can tell he hasn’t heard a single word. “Alright, cool,” he says after a few seconds. “I’ll see you later today. Bring beer. And about Chaeyoung - you’re probably right.”

“Sure I am,” yawns Chanyeol, already sinking back into bed.

“Yeah, like, it would be polite to call her but if she’s got plans - I mean, I wouldn’t want to put her out -“

“Exactly,” he mumbles against his pillow.

“Maybe if you were moving to Seoul or something - but let’s not overthink this too much…”

The next thing Chanyeol knows, he wakes up to the sun streaming brightly into his room and his phone still in his hand. He vaguely remembers speaking to Hoseok; just to check that he hasn’t missed something important, he brings the phone up and checks his notifications to see one message from his best friend.

You know what? Just text me her number.

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Hoseok ends up giving Chanyeol a lift to his house, when it turns out that the latter’s hotel is less than ten minutes away from the studio. 

“- heard that I couldn’t sleep so they gave me - and get this - specialty foam pillows, because apparently that’s a thing now -“

Hoseok guffaws as he pulls into his building. “Did they help? Like, should I get a bunch for my house?”

“I mean, they were soft,” allows Chanyeol.

“That’s what made them special?”

“No, they had some weird vibrator thing inside.” When Hoseok raises his eyebrows, Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t like that, dumbass.”

“Hey, I believe you. No wonder you didn’t get my texts.”

“That and the jet lag,” allows Chanyeol, unstrapping himself as the car switches off. “But I’m all well-rested now.”

“Good. I invited a couple of my friends over, too. That’s cool, right?”

“Sure. Like I said: I got my sleep and I’m ready to, like -” He makes a vague gesture with his hands and moves his neck around “- party.” When Hoseok snorts, Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “Knock it off, not all of us are professional idols.”

“There’s an unprofessional kind?” Hoseok chortles at his own joke while his best friend clicks his tongue, punching his shoulder as they enter the apartment. “Beer’s in the fridge. I have soju and vodka, too, if you want it.”

“Vodka? It’s four pm.”

“Yeah, but you’re ready to party.”

“Not if it’s a party of one,” disagrees Chanyeol, making his way over to the fridge and emerging with a can of Budweiser. “I’ll wait for your friends before I start getting shitfaced. Or I’ll wait until it gets dark,” he adds, shrugging.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” says Hoseok slowly, leaning sideways against the TV cabinet as Chanyeol settles on the couch, “I invited your sister.”

To his surprise, Chanyeol chuckles. “Yeah, she told me. She was even more surprised than I was.”

“She - oh.” He frowns. “Okay. Why?” When his best friend simply raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, okay, I know why, but… do you think it’s that weird that I did? I mean, I ran into someone from my childhood and then her brother comes over to my house a couple months later - wouldn’t it be rude not to call her?”

Chanyeol seems to think it over before sighing. “You know, you’re right? And if it were anyone else, I’m sure none of us would give it a second thought.”

“But she was the annoying kid that lived next door,” finishes Hoseok, rolling his eyes. “That was, like, a hundred years ago. I’m over it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she is, too. I mean, she is coming, after all.”

“Huh.” It hadn’t occurred to Hoseok until this moment that he was worried at all that she wouldn’t. But there’s a strange sort of relief at the confirmation from Chanyeol himself, that somewhere out there, his best friend’s sister isn’t mad at him anymore.

Hoseok hadn’t given Chaeyoung much thought since he’d run into her at the liquor store; not because he didn’t care, but because the majority of his mind space in those few months had been at the studio, and the rest on rehearsals. Still, it had been nice to see her - a blast from his past that, he’d realised only later, was a pleasant reminder of the families he missed so much.

It hadn’t even occurred to him to mention the chance meeting to Chanyeol. An insane part of him felt like he was helping her hide something; the fact that she was in Seoul, and in a liquor store no less, was far too incongruous for him to wrap his mind around. Chanyeol, he felt, would probably burst a blood vessel if he knew. 

Besides, Chanyeol had been in Tokyo for the last two years, working for an investment bank that sucked the very life and soul out of him; the last thing he needed was to worry about his sister. Hoseok hadn’t considered reaching out to her again, though, not until Chanyeol mentioned he was visiting Seoul and Hoseok had remembered with a jolt that he’d been a horrible friend for not looking out for little Chaeyoung while her brother was overseas. 

So, it seemed only natural that he should invite Chaeyoung as well. Just the image of both siblings at lunch, the younger one mentioning how she’d run into Hoseok months ago, Chanyeol’s confusion at why they’d never spoken again, him coming over and demanding an explanation, Hoseok stuttering about his busy schedule, Chanyeol shouting tearfully that he’d betrayed him on every level, a vase smashing somewhere -

No, it was better that he invited her before things escalated. After all, she’d been perfectly pleasant at the liquor store and there was nothing to say that, given time, they might not become good acquaintances themselves. He’d called Jimin and Jungkook over for this exact reason; he figured Chaeyoung might be more comfortable with people closer to her own age. Taehyung had been invited as well but he’d declined, and given recent events, Hoseok hadn’t pushed. 

Jimin and Jungkook arrive soon. There’s some initial whispering in the hall, where Jimin mutters with exasperation that he hadn’t quite tried to bring Taehyung along, and Jungkook anxiously asks Hoseok if Chanyeol is “nice”.

“Just - get in there,” instructs Hoseok, steering them into the living room where Chanyeol is sitting on the edge of the couch, talking into his phone. He raises a hand in greeting and apologetically mouths “sorry”, leaving Hoseok to watch as his band members dive for his alcohol stash.

Introductions take place after that; there’s a bit of small talk that follows it, about work, about Tokyo, about what Hoseok hyung was like before Bangtan. Hoseok doesn’t know if he’s imagining it, but there’s a definite awkwardness in the air that seems to be stemming from nothing in particular. He tries his best to intervene and bring the topic to something as neutral as possible, but eventually he’s forced to admit that idols and investment bankers may not have much in common at all.

Chanyeol, for all his talent, has always been a bit of an introvert, enough that he looks for others to usually lead a conversation - indeed, Hoseok had always been his consummate extroverted friend. Jimin he can tell is trying to be as normal and welcoming as possible, but something seems to be troubling him. Hoseok makes a mental note to ask him about it. On the other corner of the couch, Jungkook sits quietly, eyes wide and curious as he takes in the awkward conversation and chuckles appropriately.

This goes on for nearly twenty minutes. Now under pressure to turn this evening around, Hoseok is just about to propose selecting the movie when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” he says, standing up with a flourish and striding halfway across the living room while the others are still turning their heads. Hurrying into the hall, he turns automatically to glance into the ornate mirror by the door and runs a hand through his hair to flatten it, when he stops. It occurs to him all of a sudden who might be on the other side of that door and before he can think about it, he ruffles his hair and turns to open the lock.

“Hey,” says Kang Chaeyoung, a handbag hanging from one forearm and a wine bottle in the other hand. On her head is a beret, a navy blue one that matches perfectly with the blouse under her white jacket. She frowns and cocks her head to the side, apparently at the low voices from inside. “Sorry… am I late?”

“No, not at all,” he replies, stepping aside to let her in. A faint scent of perfume wafts up as she enters, unzipping her boots in the corner. 

“Oh, uh - this is for you.” She hands him the bottle. “It’s a Chardonnay,” she explains, “but a nice, fruity one.”

Hoseok waits for her to continue but when she doesn’t, he nods once. “Wow. Um, you - you didn’t have to bring this,” he says, recalling how Jimin and Jungkook had strolled in, comfortably empty-handed, and Chanyeol had been punching him in the shoulder when he’d arrived.

Chaeyoung frowns. “Isn’t that what people do? Bring wine when they go to someone else’s house?”

Yeah, adults do. But he doesn’t say it, still reeling from the fact that every interaction he’s now had with her in Seoul has been in the midst of alcohol. He can’t help but wonder if she’s too young to be frequenting this much booze, but Chaeyoung snaps him out of that train of thought.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Hoseok looks up at her, now with her hands folded across her chest. He shakes his head immediately. “No, of course you didn’t. This was very nice of you,” he says sincerely, holding up the bottle. “Thanks.”

She returns his smile tentatively and follows him as they head inside. In the living room, the scene seems to be just as bleak as it had been two minutes ago, until Chanyeol and Jungkook spot the new guest. 

“Everyone, this is -”

“Hi, I’m Chaeyoung,” she says brightly, making Hoseok’s attempt at an introduction moot. Jungkook, who’s already stood up, bows and stutters his name as well. Behind him, Jimin stands up and flashes her a sparkling smile. 

“Hi, I’m Jimin. Hyung, you didn’t say someone else would be joining us as well,” he says, turning to Hoseok.

He narrows his eyes. “Didn’t I? My mistake,” he says, shrugging, for the truth is that he had no way of knowing if Chaeyoung would actually turn up. “Chae - I mean, Chaeyoung is Chan’s sister.”

“Really?” Jungkook’s head whips between both siblings as Chaeyoung takes a seat on the armchair next to him. “How much - I mean, what’s your age gap?”

“Four years,” supplies Chanyeol. “It’s started to seem like less, though, lately. No?”

She chuckles, taking off her jacket. “Only to you, oppa.”

“You two actually look quite similar,” remarks Jimin. “Except you’re…” He trails off as he looks at Chaeyoung and scrunches his face, clearly embarrassed. “You have longer hair,” he finishes.

“I’m going to keep this inside,” pipes up Hoseok then, holding up the wine. “Anyone want anything? Chae?”

Chaeyoung considers this, therefore missing the interested looks that Jimin and Jungkook give Hoseok. “I’ll have wine,” she decides. Jungkook asks if he can have another beer, and Hoseok silently nods and heads into the kitchen.

As he begins gathering the drinks, uncorking the wine and bustling around with the cans of beer in the fridge, he hears a burst of laughter from the living room that makes him freeze. He frowns, terribly confused, for until five minutes ago it looked like it would take something groundbreaking to liven the evening.

Hoseok tiptoes across the kitchen and slowly peers into the living room, afraid to breathe lest he ruin the mood. It occurs to him that he might be being rather dramatic, but it’s only because out of all the things that could have livened up the evening, Chaeyoung hadn’t been his bet.

“Here’s your drink.” He hands it to her a minute later, feeling his face flush unexpectedly when she smiles and takes the glass from him.

“So all three of you were friends when you were younger?” Jimin asks, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs.

“These two were,” answers Chaeyoung, pointing at Chanyeol and Hoseok.

“So were you,” says her brother, being, in Hoseok’s opinion, quite generous.

She gives him a look. “Was I? Really think about it, oppa.”

Chanyeol simply smiles bashfully while Jungkook nods beside her. “My brother never used to let me hang out with his friends either,” he says knowingly. 

“We let you hang out with us,” disagrees Hoseok, somewhat uncertain. “I mean, not all the time,” he allows, “but once in a while. Right?”

Chaeyoung shrugs easily. “Eh, it’s not important,” she says dismissively, waving a hand. “We got a life eventually,” she chuckles, glancing at Jungkook who grins.

“Should we pick the movie?” Hoseok asks abruptly, clapping his hands and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. He opens Netflix and hands the remote to Chanyeol, who begins flipping through the menu.

“We’re watching horror, yes?” He asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Ah, I love horror,” agrees Jungkook, snorting at Jimin’s doubtful expression.

“I don’t mind horror,” says Chaeyoung, positioning herself comfortably and facing the television. She leans over to pick up a handful of chips from the bowl on the coffee table as she looks at the screen. “Oh, not Train To Busan, though. Seen it too many times.”

“Yeah, no, we’ll look for something else…”

“We can watch Godzilla,” suggests Jimin hopefully.

“It’s supposed to be scary, hyung…”

“It is scary! Jin hyung got scared watching it, too.”

“Everything scares Jin hyung,” says Jungkook dismissively. “Oh, we can watch Get Out! I haven’t seen it since it came out.”

“Me neither,” says Chaeyoung, nodding. “A classic. Has everyone here seen it, though?”

“Yup,” says Chanyeol.

“I haven’t,” mutters Jimin. He turns to Hoseok beside him on the couch. “You haven’t seen it either, have you?”

“Er… no.” Hoseok frowns, scrolling through his phone. Nothing about a horror movie sounds like fun to him, but he’s ready to give it a shot if everyone else wants to. “It’s just… are we sure we want to watch it? I mean, Chaeyoung,” he says, watching her as she turns to look at him curiously. “Don’t you… not like horror movies? I was just reading about it and -”

“You what?” Her jaws drops open and she huffs. “You read about it? Oppa, you just ruined it for yourself!”

“No! I didn’t - I didn’t read the movie. I just read, like, the synopsis,” he explains hurriedly, ignoring how she rolls her eyes. “And it seems really scary.”

“Oh, don’t worry, hyung,” chimes Jungkook, shaking his head reassuringly. “It’s not any blood and gore or anything. It’s just… you know. Slow and…” He frowns deeply, trying to think of the right words to express the exact type of horror in this film.

“Slow, unsettling and debilitating fear throughout,” supplies Chaeyoung, her amusement clear.

Hoseok nods, not trusting himself to speak. “Oh. That’s - that’s… just fantastic. But, um… I thought you didn’t like horror movies.”

She frowns. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the last time we all watched a scary movie together, you ran out of the theater crying and locked yourself in the women’s bathroom,” he points out. “You didn’t come out until your dad threatened to take away your toy jewellery box.”

Chaeyoung gasps, her eyes unfocused as she apparently tries to remember. “Wait, you mean when we watched The Host? Oppa, I was nine.”

“Yes, and that kind of experience can traumatise a child,” he says wisely.

“Maybe, but I’m not one of them.” She gives him a look. “Are you sure you want to watch this movie?”

The answer is a resounding no, and it’s a testament to how much he hates horror movies that even a girl who’s only ever been in the peripheries of his life, knows this. 

Still, his response is to give her a look. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because even though I cried and ran away and what have you,” she begins, resting her elbow on the arm of her chair to lean towards him, “I also remember you jumping so hard you spilled your popcorn all over the ground.”

Hoseok feels himself flush again as Jimin lets out a tinkling laugh. “That’s pretty on-brand for Hoseok hyung.”

“Really?”

“I just meant -”

“Dude, we watched that Japanese horror movie and made it,” points out Chanyeol. “Get Out really isn’t that bad.”

“Exactly; even Jimin hyung won’t get that scared in this one -”

“I’m not the one who -”

“Okay, fine,” interrupts Hoseok loudly. “I wasn’t actually complaining about the movie. I was just… being mindful pf my guests.” He gives Chaeyoung a sideways glance.

She raises her eyebrows. “Who, me? I’m good.”

“Fine.”

“Yep.”

There’s a pause before Chanyeol speaks. “So are we watching the movie or what?”

“I’m good with whatever the host wants.”

“And I’m good with whatever my guests want.”

“How does that answer my question?”

“Just press play,” Hoseok sits back on the sofa and hopes he isn’t coming off as too disgruntled. Next to him, Chanyeol chuckles and obliges, looking terribly amused. “Shut up,” he mutters, leading his friend to let out a laugh that he immediately disguises as a cough.

The movie begins and the group descends into a state of cautious concentration. Despite the lights not being dimmed out, Hoseok can start to feel the stress of having to make it through a scary movie. He really doesn’t like them; he hoped his point of contention had been hint enough to Chaeyoung, but apparently he wasn’t clear enough - or, true to form, she did what she wanted to get what she wanted, and everyone else followed suit.

When the first jump scare occurs, he squeezes his eyes shut, wishing more than anything that Seokjin were here…

Think about something else, anything else. He tries to recall dance practice this morning. Everyone had picked up the steps by now and their choreography was finally coming together. Namjoon still needed to work on the counts in the first chorus, though, and Taehyung was missing the same beat in the bridge every time. Jungkook was excellent as usual, but even he needed to regulate his energy to save it for the dance break… 

A sound pulls him out of this focused train of thought. It’s persistent, and sounds a lot like whispering. Turning slightly, he glances past Jimin to see Jungkook on the other corner of the sofa, his head tilted towards Chaeyoung’s as they point at the screen and murmur. Hoseok can’t make out what they’re saying, but spots Jungkook smiling slightly and nodding.

It gives Hoseok a bad feeling. The two of them whispering to each other about the movie only reminds him that he hasn’t seen it, meaning he has no idea how much more terrifying it’s going to get. Besides, now that he’s noticed the whispering, all he can hear is the whispering. It’s vaguely distracting, and he wonders why Chanyeol isn’t telling her to cut it out.

It doesn’t seem as though he’s noticed, though. Neither, for that matter, has Jimin.

“Hyung?”

Hoseok jumps a little. “What?” he mutters, turning to Jimin and trying to ignore how his heart feels like it’s about to detach from his chest. 

“Can I get another drink?”

“You know where the beer is,” whispers Hoseok. “Help yourself.”

“Okay. You want anything?” 

“Get me a seltzer.”

Jimin nods, then turns to Jungkook on his other side. “Oi. Do you want another drink?”

Jungkook seems to consider it, then nods. “Another beer? Thanks, hyung. Oh, wait!” He leans over conspiratorially to Chaeyoung. “Do you want another drink?”

From her spot on the armchair, she nods immediately. “I can have another glass.” She picks up a piece of popcorn and throws it at her brother, seated across the room in the other armchair. “Oppa,” she whispers loudly, “you want a drink?”

“Beer,” he answers instantly, before tapping Hoseok’s shoulder. “Oi, Hoseok. Do you want -”

“Good Lord,” groans Hoseok, rolling his eyes. “You know what? Why don’t we have an intermission? We can all refresh our drinks, too.”

“Good idea,” says Chanyeol to his immense relief, pausing the movie. “Washroom is…”

“Inside, to the left.”

As his friend disappears inside, the whispering transforms into full blown chatter, this time about the movie.

“I don’t trust the dad,” says Jimin instantly, looking rather troubled.

“Just the dad?” Chaeyoung asks, tilting her head.

Jimin gives her mock-annoyed look, making her laugh, while Jungkook shrugs. “I love movies where you can’t trust anyone.” He turns to Hoseok. “Hyung, are you liking the movie?”

“Oh, yeah, you haven’t seen it before,” remembers Chaeyoung. “So who’s creeping you out more? The dad or the mom? Or the gardener?”

Hoseok resists the urge to say everyone when it occurs to him that he has no idea what’s transpired in the last twenty minutes of the movie entirely. But before three expectant faces, he bites his lip. “The, uh… the maid. Definitely.”

“Oh, good one. Yeah, she’s suspicious as hell…”

“Who, the mom?” Chanyeol asks as he returns and takes his original seat, a brand new beer can in his hands already. “She’s the best.”

“The best?” Jimin asks, a little incredulous.

“You know what I mean. She’s the most exciting one.”

“But, hyung, she’s also the most dangerous…”

Chaeyoung stands up and goes to the kitchen with her empty glass as the conversation continues. Hoseok listens quietly, feeling lighter than before at the sight of his friends conversing more freely with each other. Even Jungkook seems to be coming out of his shell, a reasonably unusual occurrence when he meets new people.

Which reminds him.

Hoseok excuses himself and heads to the kitchen as well, where he sees Chaeyoung peering at his bottles of soju, her refilled wine glass balancing between her fingers. She turns when he enters, giving him a brief smile before going back to examining the label she was reading.

“Hey - so, I just wanted to check in,” he says after a moment, leaning awkwardly against the doorframe. For some reason, he’s suddenly very aware of how lanky he is, feeling as though he’s all joints and bones. “Hope, uh, hope my friends are being nice to you?”

“Oh, yeah, they’re great,” she replies easily, turning momentarily again and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Right, right. And… you’re not uncomfortable or anything?”

“Um, no. Not at all.” She frowns. “Why?”

“No, just -” He shakes his head and winces. “You’re the only girl here and… I dunno. You sure they aren’t being, like… fresh with you?”

Chaeyoung turns and stares. “Not really, dad.”

Hoseok ignores this. “Okay. I only ask because I saw you and Jungkook talking through most of the movie. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t being weird.”

Her forehead clears somewhat. “Oh, no. He was just being nice. He’s quite sweet, really.”

“He’s - okay. Thought I sensed, like. A vibe.”

“Don’t worry about it. Jimin’s more my type, anyway,” she adds casually after a moment, her gaze still on the soju.

“Huh. What?” 

Chaeyoung turns around and blinks. “What?”

“He’s your type?” The words are out of Hoseok’s mouth before he can stop them. “What, uh, what do you mean by that?”

She frowns. “Um… nothing, really. He just seems more outgoing, that’s all.”

“Okay. Because when people say someone’s their type, they usually mean it in the context of…” But the word doesn’t come to him. “Well, in a different context.”

“Well, I meant it in the context that in terms of personality, I tend to get along with Jimins more than Jungkooks.” She looks confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all.” A moment passes. “It just looked like you were getting along well with Jungkook, too.”

“I was…” If it’s possible, Chaeyoung looks even more confused than Hoseok feels. “Seriously, what - what did I do?” She asks this, not defensively, but with a bit of a sigh, as though this was to be expected.

“Nothing. Really.” He shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m just… I don’t host very often,” he explains lamely. “But I’m glad you’re getting along with them, I guess.”

She watches him for a moment before replying, as though waiting to see if he’ll say anything else. “Okay, then. They’re being very nice. So… you can chill.”

“I - hey. I’m chill. Alright?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m chill. Cool. Whatever. I’m totally - I’m frigid.”

Chaeyoung stares at him, lips pursed, while Hoseok finds himself wishing he was still watching that terrifying horror movie over having this conversation. Before either of them can say anything, though, Chanyeol enters the kitchen. 

“Hey, I was looking for a bottle opener…?” He looks up to see both occupants of the kitchen, as though just realising who they are. “What’s up?”

Hoseok takes a beat as Chaeyoung simply shakes her head and turns back to the soju. He shrugs. “Nothing. Just catching up.”

Chanyeol raises his eyebrows. “You two?” he asks incredulously, being far too obvious in Hoseok’s opinion. 

He deliberately doesn’t look in his sister’s direction as he responds. “Yeah. I was making sure she found a drink and… and she was telling me how she’d like to date Jimin.”

Chaeyoung’s head whips around. “What?” Her eyes dart to Chanyeol. “I wasn’t -” She breaks off and exhales through her nose, glaring at Hoseok. “Dude, what the hell?”

“Me? You’re the one who said he was your type,” he counters. “I didn’t even ask; you volunteered that information all by yourself.”

“Yes, and by saying he’s my type, I’m virtually humping him,” she snaps, making both men groan instantly.

“Don’t say hump!”

“Jeez, Chae, what is the matter with you?”

She glares at them, jaw dropping. “Okay, you’re both really weird right now. And you -” She rounds on Hoseok. “You are raining on my parade.”

“What parade is that exactly?”

“My - like, my social life. I was just being nice to your friends -”

“Okay, you know what? As your - your older brother’s friend, I’m going to give you some advice about -”

“I don’t need your advice! And - don’t you point your beer at me!”

“I’ll point -”

“Okay, whoa! Time out!” Chanyeol exclaims, taking a step forward and holding up his hands. “Come on, guys.”

Both Hoseok and Chaeyoung fall silent. While she simply folds her arms across her chest and conspicuously shifts her gaze to Chanyeol, Hoseok glares at her for a moment before rolling his eyes and glancing at his best friend.

Chanyeol waits for a moment. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Now which one’s Jimin again?”

Chaeyoung huffs. “Alright, I’m going to go back to the living room before I scream,” she says in a low voice, manoeuvring around both men and stalking out of the kitchen.

Hoseok sighs and shakes his head. “God, I forgot how much of a nightmare this can be,” he mutters, as they follow her at a slower pace.

“Yeah, don’t you just love it when ten years pass and nothing changes?” Chanyeol responds sarcastically, falling into his arm chair as the movie resumes. For the rest of the movie, no one says a word. Hoseok can’t be sure, but he thinks Jimin and Jungkook may have caught on to at least something, but he can’t worry about that now.

Part of him knows he needs to clear the air with Chaeyoung, if for no other reason than the fact that he doesn’t want to continue behaving like a sniping teenager. It’s not her fault that she finds a way each time to wheedle her way into his life, be it on the school bus with his classmates or in his apartment with his group members. He, Hoseok, had invited her here and if Chaeyoung can’t help but be so… so Chaeyoung, he at least can rise to the occasion and be a little more patient. 

“Whoa,” says Jimin in wonder as the credits begin rolling. “I did not see that coming. What a movie.”

“You didn’t get as scared as I expected you to,” remarks Jungkook thoughtfully. “Neither did Hoseok hyung, actually,” he adds, sounding almost disappointed.

Hoseok hyung didn’t, it’s true, but it’s only because he spent the last hour of the movie thinking of the various ways in which he can clear the air with a certain acquaintance from his past. “Show me something scarier next time, kid,” he suggests instead.

To his horror, Jungkook grins, while Chanyeol chuckles. “That is not a challenge he needed, mate. Anyway, I think I should head.”

“Already?” Jungkook checks his phone for the time. “It’s barely nine.”

“I have an early flight tomorrow,” he replies apologetically, standing up and stretching. “But text me the link to that YouTube video when you find it.”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Cool. Chae, come on, I’ll drop you on the way.”

As Jimin and Jungkook begin debating whether they should head back, Hoseok notices Chaeyoung nodding and putting on her jacket, eyes on the floor. There’s a bit of bustling as everyone gets ready to leave and moves collectively towards the hall to put on their shoes. Chanyeol gets a call and steps into the corridor to take it, and Hoseok takes the opportunity to get his sister alone for a moment.

“Hey.”

Startled, Chaeyoung gasps a little when she hears his voice. “Uh - hey.”

“Listen, I…” This is harder than he anticipated. “Sorry about… before.”

She nods slowly, pausing before speaking. “Did I do something wrong, though?”

“No,” he says immediately. “I just got a little…” Again, he can’t think of the word. He tries it differently. “You’re the kid I grew up with. I didn’t realise it, but I guess I still see you as the eleven year old who insisted she was old enough to go-kart with us. I mean,” he adds with a little chuckle, “don’t you kind of still see me as the fifteen year old kid who used to hang out with your brother?”

She seems to consider it before shaking her head. “Not really.”

It’s not the answer he was expecting, but he nods. “Fair enough. That’s on me, I guess.”

“You know,” she says after a moment, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket, “I hope you don’t feel an obligation to keep in touch just because we ran into each other accidentally. I mean, Seoul is a big city. I can understand if you don’t want…” She trails off, and he senses the air shift slightly.

He frowns, not understanding it. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you to come.”

She narrows her eyes at him, but more knowingly than snidely. “You invited me because I’m Chan’s sister.”

A part of Hoseok, an old, fading part fueled by only memories and habit and nothing else, is glad she knows this. It feels shameful to admit it, though, and he wonders for a moment if she’s waiting for him to confirm it. Before he can respond, however, Jimin and Jungkook arrive behind him and step in between them to head out.

“We have to go, hyung,” says Jimin while Jungkook waves to Chaeyoung. “Yoongi hyung asked us to pick up coffee on the way and the place will close soon.”

“Yeah, and there’s some international package with the guards at the dorm,” adds Jungkook, shrugging. “There’s no one at home so we need to sign for it.”

“We’ll be on time for practice tomorrow, though!”

Hoseok waves them away as they hop into the elevator. At the other end of the corridor, Chanyeol looks like he’s wrapping up his call. Chaeyoung seems to notice this, too, and turns to leave when Hoseok stops her.

“Chae, look,” he begins nervously. “Whatever may have been my reason to invite you… I’m glad you came,” he says honestly. “It was good to see you again.”

She looks for a moment as though she doesn’t believe him. But then her mouth curves into a small, playful smile. “Even though I still think Jimin is my type?”

Hoseok nods, the smile frozen on his face. “Yeah, this was a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it.”

Chaeyoung’s shoulders deflate slightly but she still looks more upbeat than before. “Alright,” she says, taking a step backwards. “Goodnight, oppa.”

“Goodnight, Chaeyoung.”

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[dridsimsheart]

I name them based on things I like/consume/read or people I know

for my ocs:

- For example, Victor was always my favorite name as I would ever have a baby boy, and Eric too. In PT-BR Dustin Broke it's called Eric Malpaga, as a kid I was really obsessed with that name, so everything mixed up

- For Sungchan I mixed two names of K-Pop idols I really liked by the time I made him (Jisung/Chanyeol altho nowadays I don't really follow them anymore)

- Emilly was my favorite girl name if I were ever having a babygirl, as she is inspired by me and I really wanted to have that name! and O'Reilly it's just a mix of my name lmao

- Giselle/Gayoon are both K-Pop idols too

- Nicolas it's inspired by my best friend, Naree too (this one I haven't post yet)

- Gun is the fictional twin of Naree, as she is Thailand esse I thought about a Thai actor I liked!

- Chris it's based on Darren Chris lmao

- Ritu, I got her name from the Umbrella Academy actress

- Leon is based on fairy tail Lmao

for my gameplay sims:

- I have a chart with names I like separated by letter, I started doing this at 16 when I was doing my Alphabet Legacy so it's pretty much filled with references all the way from Barbie, League of legends, EA premades, tv shows, movies, Genshin, etc!

- I usually follow this rule to, searching for things I like, but most of the times I just search for "baby boy names with X letter"

the ones that I really think we're generated are George, Giovanna, Giulian and Brandish

Matilda and Johnny are just inspired by EA pre-made sims LMAO. Matilda was actually a sims 3 npc that dated George in my save, Johnny was a character from my webcomic that I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO NAME SO I JUST TOUGHT OF JOHNNY ZEST AS THEY ARE BOTH BLOND AND RICH (they don't look much alike tho when I get to think about that!)

for surname/family names:

these ones I always search of it's a white character I randomize in game, all of my OCs have a real-life nationality só I get to search for family names that caught my attention!

my most recent OCs are french circus twins, totally inspired by Genshin and named after Barbie characters! 😍

📩 Simblr question of the day: Do you have an easy or difficult time naming your sims? Is there a process you like to follow when picking out a name?

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

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