#Hwang Yang-Jung

[sebaria]

[justaaveragereader]

Red Light Special

Pairing: Ateez x Reader x Skz

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Dom!Reader, All Of The Members Are Subby, Readers A Sex Worker, Bukkake, Slight Mutual Masterbation, Exhibitionism, Slight Nipple Play, Reader Is A Maneater/Homewrecker, Stripping, Fingering, Virgin!Jisung, Clit Play, Pantie Sniffing, Hwa Uses Readers Bra To Jerk Off, Name Calling (Pretty Boy, Good Boys..), Reader Has A Corruption Kink, Cum Eating, If I Missed Anything👀…Lemme Know

A/N: This is my final submission for the amazing @whatudowhennooneseesyou 2024 Kinktober! I will add the link below to the masterlist, as it is 100% worth reading. My second time writing for a group that wasn’t Ateez so hopefully I did Skz some justice, I was inspired to write an Ateez bukkake fic while writing this, which I will post soon. I hope you all enjoy the fic🖤, make sure to go check out the masterlist, and go give the other writers lots of love! Now..onto the fic👏!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

As the bass to the music in the club filled your ears you leaned in closer to your manager, as you could barely hear him as he spoke.

“I’m assigning you to room 1117, it’s a bachelor party, a group of 16 is coming in. We are going to give them the red light special.”

With a head nod, you begin to gather your things, wanting to touch up your makeup before heading back to the room, when your manager grabs you.

“They say the groom is a virgin.” With a small gasp of shock you lean in closer to your manager to make sure you heard him correctly.

“A virgin? And he's getting married?”

Nodding his head he looks at you shocked, not believing the information himself. As you bite your lip in thought, you shake your head with a small shrug to your shoulders.

“This will be fun, you know I love them dumb, and desperate.” You say with a small chuckle, backing away from your manager as he grabs you once more..

“They paid a lot of money for the red room, so make sure you give them all a good time. Big tippers, very very big tippers.” He says once more before backing away from you, and making his way to the bar. With a small shimmy of glee you make your way towards the locker rooms, making sure to put on your most expensive perfume, and skimpiest outfit, there was only one thing you loved more than men who spend a lot, which was men who tip just as much.

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“Is this a good idea?” Jisung whispers out, as Wooyoung grips his shoulders pushing him towards room 1117. With a small cackle he rolls his eyes, the other members trailing closely behind him.

“Trust me, I came here for my bachelor party, I had the best time.” He says, a hint of mischief in his tone had Jisung nervous, all the members agreeing, sharing back and forth how they came here for their bachelor parties. As he stops right outside of the big red door with the large numbers reading 1117 in a golden font he wipes his hands on his pants, palms drenched in sweat before turning the knob. The low lights in the room make Jisung squint, trying his best to see where he was going before San zooms by him, happily sitting in one of the chairs, a wicked grin on his face, fingers dancing along his knees. They were well seasoned with this place, that was enough to make Jisung side eye all of them.

Wooyoung drops his hands from Jisungs shoulders before speeding to where all of the members were beginning to sit, with his palms laid flat against his slacks he could barely move an inch. Chan and Hongjoong notice his riddled nerves and approach him to calm him down the best they can. As they all shuffle to their seats, Jisung sits in the middle so he could be the center of attention. They hear the soft clicks of your heels make their way towards the room. As you enter, all of their heads whip your way. Some mouths drop in awe of your beauty, the scent of you hits them full force. You had to be a goddess.

Immediately you spot who you assumed was the special man of the hour, he looked out of place, his shoulder wound tightly, sitting up straight as a board, this was going to be a night for all of them to remember.

”You must be the lucky groom.” You state, hands coming to run across the back of his clothes shoulders. You feel him tighten up in his seat, shoulders stiff as your acrylic nails softly scratch across the material of his shirt. With a loud gulp he nods his head, letting out a small chuckle, you stand in front of him. A soft, warm hand rubs across his shoulder once more before halting at his neck line. His eyes bore up at you as if he was a man of pure innocence. Fighting the urge to let out a loud groan at his big, clueless eyes, you opt to flash him a smile.

“I think I’m going to cum just from her voice..” Mingi whispers to Hyunjin in a not so quiet voice. Letting out a small chuckle, you look over at the men seated beside Jisung, some of them just as stiff as he was, others slack against their seat, adjusting their pants.

“We will save that for the end, isn’t that right, pretty boy?” You say while putting your pointer finger under his chin, lifting his head so he was looking directly at you. With his lips slightly parted he nods aimlessly, practically turning into putty in your soft hands. Tapping the soft skin under his chin, you lean forward your clothes breast in your tiny bra leaving very little to the imagination as you get closer and closer to him.

“I'm going to give you the best show of your life, pretty boy.”

As you wink at Jisung you make your way towards the stage, the lights dimming, as the music begins to pour out of the speaker, the soft melody with a heavy bass fills your ears. Body clinging to the pole as this wasn’t your first time, you were a pro. A pro when it came to dancing, a pro when it came to tricking out married men, a true vixen at heart, and an even bigger maneater. With each twirl of your body, the men seated below you begin to shift uncomfortably in their slacks, some tugging at their waist lines, others shifting back and forth, than there was Jisung, cock bricked against his thigh while he watched you in amazement, each twirl of your body had him spiraling down a deeper, hornier hole that he didn’t know he could fall into. His future wife never made him feel like this, none of their wives did..

With the next song starting with a thicker tempo, you pull the string to the back of your bra. Breasts falling out, you gather the white shimmered bra and throw it to the men below you, instantly shooting up Seonghwa grabs the fabric bringing it to his nose to inhale a deep whiff, a gurgle like moan leaves his throat, momentarily you see his eyes roll back. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, cunt beginning to throb at the lewd action, you can feel your arousal begin to dampen your white panties. With a small smirk you crawl to the edge of the stage, eyes dancing from each member to the next. You look down right feral, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, making your scent even more potent than it was before. With each movement forward your breast jiggle, suddenly the lights turn a dark shade of red. All of the men except Jisung stand up fiddling with their belts, letting them drop to their knees, Jisung is in shock, his eyes grow wide, as you inch closer, all of his friends now have their dicks out and are beginning to slowly pump their stiff cocks while watching your half naked form put them under a trance while you move like water on stage.

“Wh–what’s going on?” Jisung says lowly, clearly embarrassed that he had to ask. His hands are slowly undoing the buttons on his pants.

“Red light special.” Seungmin says, voice as still as stone but Jisung can make out the desperation underlying his tone. Not wanting to ask further as you are practically boring holes in Jisung he takes out his cock, biting your lip you watch as the head of his cock is red at the tip, perfectly cut, with a curve to the side, it looks heavy. Making your way closed and closer to the edge of the stage you run your hands over your chest, with a twirl of your hips, the contrast of your sweaty skin makes your nipples begin to harden, giving each nipple a small pinch you let out a moan loud enough that can be heard above the music.

As your song came to an end you did one final spin, topless, nipples pebbles, and the sleek shine of your arousal on your white thong showing. As you hit a final split, ass jiggling as it smacks the floor, you look over your shoulder all of their eyes are glued to your figure, cocks firm in hand while you can tell some of them are on the verge of cumming in their hands, others have a firm grasp on holding their orgasm in.

Moving to your hands and knees, you crawl to the edge of the stage, body slightly hovering over Jisung, Wooyoung, Felix, and Yeosang. All of their eyes grow wide as they can smell the scent of your perfume wafting off on you. Jisung holds his throbbing member in his hands, the sight of you getting closer and closer to him with your bare breasts has him on the edge of his seat.

“Did you like the way I danced for you?” You say, hands gripping the edge of the stage at the desperate men before you, there was nothing you loved more than someone practically laying down and harping over you. With quick shakes of their heads they all collectively speak at once..

“Yes..” Jisung whispers, eyes boring up at you like you are a goddess, and he is a humble servant who is ready for nothing but to serve you.

“You were beautiful..” Felix whispers out, his deep voice laced with admiration, the dim lights reflect off of the body glitter on your chest, blinding him with need. His cock jumps as he continues to inhale your scent.

Backing up slightly you stand back up slowly, turning around you bend over, running your hands down your legs as you can hear the men behind you groan at the skimpy fabric covering your lower body. Panties clinging to your wet cunt, the fabric becoming semi see through as you are getting wetter by the second. As you hook the waist line, you pull them down painfully slow, as you are about to pull them over your ass you look back at them, faces flushed, hands pumping their cocks even faster at the extra show you are putting on for them. Pulling the fabric down over the swell of your ass you let out a breathy moan when the cool air comes in contact with your cunt, the panties pool around your heels. Making an extra show for them you bend over dramatically to pick up the moist fabric, ass perked in the air, as your cunt spreads slightly, all of them eyeing your sticky arousal that was oozing from your pussy. Balling the fabric in your hand you turn around, naked body on full display you bite your lip, eyes growing dark as your heels click louder, and louder towards the group of men before you.

All of their eyes bore up at you, beads of sweat dripping down their temples, some of them biting their lips raw. You loved the sight beneath you, rich, married men, ready to throw their perfect lives away from a woman like you. With the white panties I’m your hand you make your way off stage, wanting to get close to them, ass jiggling with each step you pause right in front of them, making sure you are standing right in front of the groom to be. Bringing your heel to run up his leg slightly, his cock does a heavy noticeable twitch, beads of pre cum oozing out of the slit.

“Here..” you say while tossing the soiled fabric at him, you watch as he scrambles to grab the material. His hand free hand swiftly grabbing it as he scrambles, all of the other members watch you with an intense gaze, eyes growing heavy you make your way around the room, hands brushing over their shoulder as you step behind them in their seats, your hand pulling softly at the strands of hair, nails raking against the delicate skin of their necks, the soft mewls, mixed with the whines of them make your core throb.

“Such good boys..” you whisper out with your hand wrapped in Minhos hair, a pathetic whimper leaves his mouth. His head dropping back against your warm touch. His eyes crack open to see you looking down at him, he sees the infatuation with you. You were like sex on legs, voice soft and assertive, actions fluid like water. You were the light , and they were the careless moths hurling towards your way. As you move from Minho, you put your hands around Changbin, your arms coming to his front, rubbing his shoulders before running your hands down to his arms, letting your nails leave soft red scratches across his skin. With a loud moan, his body breaks out into goosebumps at the feeling of your body on his. Letting a smile grace your face you move onto the next person, after next, making your way towards the end of the line. While you were fueling their raging cocks, that sat stiff in their hands.

They were fueling your massive ego, such silly pathetic men. As you round your way back in front of the small crowd of men, giving those you passed by a show in the front and back. Ass jiggling with each step, breast bouncing with each breath, this truly was your world, and they were just living in it. Making your way in front of Jisung, you smile at him, your hand playing with the fabric of his pants that were tight around his knees. His hand stills around his cock, the squelching noises from them stroking theirselves was filling the room, out of the corner of your eye you can see your bra that you flung off earlier, wrapped around Seonghwas cock as he’s using it to get off. You let out a small moan of your own, hand gripping Jisungs knee tightly, he lets out his own moan. Hand gripping the tip of his cock tightly. As you turn your attention back towards him, your fingers brush along the base of his member. Placing your other hand on his knee you stare deep into his eyes, you watch as the blush that was painting his face begins to paint his neck below.

Lowering your body to the cold tile floor, you hear a course of groans, some even fighting the urge to cum right then and there at the sight in front of them. Perched up on your knees, your hands move from Jisungs knees to rest softly on your plush thighs has him spiraling, picking up your spoiled panties he brings them to his nose, taking a deep whiff of your scent, his cock jumps once more before he lets out a loud cry, back arching off of the chair, his cum shoots all over your chin, some landing on your neck and breast. With heavy tears in his eyes, he jerks his hips forward, stroking his cock quickly to make sure he can enjoy the pleasure train for as long as he can. With a harsh twitch of his hips, he leans back in his chair, panties covering the lower half of his face, he hiccups with bliss. His vision blurring with dark spots, snatching the panties off of his face, Wooyoung, Felix, and Yeosang play tug of war over the material.

Clearing your throat you gather the attention of all the men, as their eyes bore on your cum coated skin, dancing between looking at you, and looking at the orgasm that was slowly dripping onto your chest, you beckon the men over, index finger directing them to you. As all of the men stand with their cocks in their hands circling your naked body, you let out a small moan, hand running down your chin to collect some of Jisungs cum before popping your finger into your mouth..

“Fuck..” you say through your finger filled mouth, your eyes roll back at the salty taste of Jisung, who is still trying to ground himself from the intense orgasm.

“Which one of you good boys is going to be next?” You moan out, finger popping out of your mouth, you eye up the oldest members of each group. Chan and Hongjoong immediately move forward as Seonghwa who still has your bra wrapped around his cock, slowly moves towards you, Lee Know steps to the side of Seonghwa, the slick shine of your glittered skin has him wrapped up in the moment, toes curling in his shoe he shoots all over your chest, some of it splashing on your shoulder, with a loud moan at the feeling of the warm liquid on you, looking back at Lee Knows scrunched face, when you hear a loud cry knowing he had started a chain reaction, Seonghwa following behind, among with Chan, and Hongjoong whose knees visibly buckle as they are shooting their load on your glimmering skin. With his sweat covered forehead, he brings your white bra up to stroke his cock once more, stuffing it in his pocket..

“I’ll be keeping this pretty girl..” he says through a hoarse voice. Seonghwa gets shoved slightly as the other members rush past him, the older members get shoved out of the way Yunho, Yeosang, San, Changbin, and Hyunjin crowd your cum coated body, cocks dripping with precum, all of the tips to there cocks are red and ready to burst, leaning forward you blow on Yunhos cock while looking up at him, with a firm hand around his base, the blowing on his tip is all it takes for him to tilt his head back and shoot his load all over your face, while you feel the splashing of the rest of the members on your skin, the warmth of their cum beating up your body. As their release begins to drip off your skin, the younger members once again brush past the older ones in front of him. Wooyoung, Mingi, Jongho, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin practically shove the others to the floor, their cocks angry at the tip, with swollen lips on their face as they have biting them to not cum so soon.

All it takes is one pump and they are letting out a roar of cries, between Mingi and Felix’s deep voice, the rest of the members whimpers and moans fall on empty ears. With the feeling of each members release on your sticky coated skin, your pussy grows wetter at the feeling of your body being covered in their cum, while your thighs are thickening up with your arousal. With tired cries, and heavy breathes each member lugs their way back to their seats, bodies slouched with exhaustion. Jisung slowly starts to become coherent, he sits up slowly, a loud hiss leaves his throat as his softening cock shifts on his lap, there you are on the center of the floor, body dripping with each members cum on your soft skin. The low lights catch a shine of shimmer mixing with the cum that’s slowly beginning to dry on your chin.

Rising off of your knees slowly, their cum now running down your body quicker, you stand, heels clicking against the floor again, as you make your way back on stage with a twirl of your hips with each step, making your way to the edge of the stage, you plop down, spreading your legs slightly open so they can all get an eye full of your puffy cunt, throbbing with need to get stuffed. Jisung feels his cock stir back to life once more, stretching your leg out, your heeled foot just inches away from the edge of his seat, your eyes scan over each man in the room. Eyes dancing between your dripping skin, and your dripping cunt that looks like the best meal they could be served. You drag your hand down from your breast making sure to outline the curves on your body. Stopping right as your fingers push against your clit, arching your back slightly, your hips buck forward.

The feeling of your pussy finally getting any sort of stimulation has you ready to burst right in front of them, cocking your head back slightly to let out a breathy moan. You rub your fingers between your folds slowly, the loud squelching noises fill the intense space.

“Alright, now it’s time for a real show.”

[imsailorpluto]

Why is tumblr not as obsessed with these two

as it is with our two marine baby boys?

[thehereticdiaries]

Dead Man Walking Masterlist

⚝ You're alone at the end of the world. You're being chased by walkers. Right as you're about to give up and let them consume you, a kind stranger saves you, leading you to join their group ⚝ Stray Kids x Reader x Ateez with a focus on Chan and Hongjoong ⚝ Since this is a zombie apocalypse au, some general warnings for this work include: violence, blood, gore, and zombies (duh). Individual chapters will have more specific warnings. ⚝ Smut chapters will be labeled with ⚠︎

✧ Chapter One ✧ Chapter Two ✧ Chapter Three ✧ Chapter Four (coming soon!)

Series Taglist (open):

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[lixiektty]

lixiektty's kinktober masterlist 2023

after taking a long break i'm happy to announce my ACTUAL first kinktober. last year didn't work out, it was hard to keep up with and i had NOTHING written lol. very excited to share these works with you, i love writing horror fiction and creating my own concepts so i hope you all enjoy reading these as much as i did writing them.

warning: 18+, gore and some mxm

posting schedule:

day one: the range • lee heeseung — squirting

coming october 4th...

day two: pure innocence • yang jeongin — corruption

coming october 7th...

day three: odd eye, level 0 • shin quanrui — edging

coming october 8th...

day four: ghost • hyunlix — pain kink (mxm)

coming october 11th...

day five: the white room • jeon jungkook — breeding

coming october 14th...

day six: care • bang chan and lee minho — body worship

coming october 15th...

day seven: craving you • park sunghoon — biting

coming october 18th...

day eight: dinner plate • yeonbin — marking (mxm)

coming october 21st...

day nine: haunted • jung wookjin — bdsm

coming october 22nd...

day ten: carved • park jongseung — dry humping

coming october 25th...

day eleven: freak show • mark lee — exhibitionism

coming october 28th...

day twelve: man in the mirror • minsung — mirror sex (mxm)

coming october 31st...

day thirteen: scream • jake sim — role play

[mangodelorean]

Squid Game 2

Cast: Lee Jung Jae; Lee Byung Hun; Wi Ha Jun; Yim Siwan; Kang Ha Neul; Park Sung Hoon; Yang Dong Geun; Gong Yoo Director: Hwang Dong Hyuk Release Date: 2024, Netflix [X]

[xurname]

Death's In Love With Us

Hwang Yang-jung x reader

🔞 MDNI Warnings: physical abuse, domestic violence, mentions of alcohol, mentions of bdsm

word count: 3166 🖋️ Authors note: I'm not a professional writer, nor a rookie one tbh, I have no idea what I'm doing. English is not my first language. Ignore the banner, it's a result of playing on my phone while daydreaming about our sweet ahjussi. 🖋️

POV: You broke up with your abusive boyfriend a year ago. Despite all attempts to get your life back together, you can't get rid of your ex, who still harasses you any chance he gets. One day, walking home from work, you spot him waiting in front of your apartment so you decide to walk into a sushi restaurant nearby (run by your friend Hwang Yang-jung) before he sees you.

"Good afternoon" - you greet politely, bowing your head slightly in front of the two men working behind the bar, and walk straight to the table. Surprisingly, there were no guests at all. Looking around the empty place you take a seat.

Yang-jung looks up from his cutting board as a smile spreads across his face.

"I didn't expect you here this early." - he’s just finished filleting, washing his hands.

"I know, I stopped by to see you and say hi." - you tried to hide your exhaustion and irritation behind a kind tone and a soft smile. After all, you promised yourself a better life, a normal life.

"Tea?" - he asked lovingly. Both Yang-jung and his sous chef Min-dong knew you well, you've been a regular ever since you've moved to the neighbourhood last year. 

"A beer would be better, but okay … " - you answer playfully.

"Slow down sailor, we still have evening to cover" - Yang-jung was somehow particularly in a good mood.

“Fine! After you guys finish-”, you made drinking gestures with your hands. Yang-jung smirked at your words.

“Actually, I’m skipping tonight” - Min-dong added, preparing the tea for you.

“Wow, ditching us already, it must be a girl, hmm?” - you started teasing.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going on a blind date, no big deal.”  - he answered and his cheeks blushed, somewhat unusual for such a tall muscular young man.

“So it's just us? That's practically a date too!” - you turned to Yang-jung, winking at him.

He smirked again, shaking his head slightly, already used to your teasing comments. Yang-jung tried his best not to cross any lines when it came to you. You were young enough to be his daughter, and he reminded himself of that fact as many times as necessary since your flirtatious nature made the lines blur quite often.

"Dates don't usually end with one side carrying another home unconscious." - Min-dong spoke fluent sarcasm, where is this bravery coming from all of a sudden?

“A girl gets drunk once! Once!” - you insisted.

“Yeah, except you get drunk every time.” - Min-dong was speaking facts. But you never could drink a lot anyways. Two drinks were enough to lose your balance completely.

You scoffed. “Seriously, oppa, that's just mean...”

The guys laughed, amused by your annoyance.

“Light up, will you? I'd carry you to the end of the world if necessary.” - Yung-jung added casually, serving you a cup of hot tea. You didn't take his words too seriously, he didn't mean it like that after all, but your heart still fluttered to the thought of this charming man handling you in more than just a friendly way.

“Well, that's my cue. Cucumber rolls?” - Min-dong stood up and went behind the bar, feeling awfully uncomfortable by the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Please!” - you asked with a huge grin on your face.

“At least eat some fish. You'll turn into a cucumber roll one of these days if you keep this up.” - Yang-jung wasn't particularly fond of your food choices and he couldn't hide it.

“God, I hope so, maybe you'd take me more seriously then.” - you grinned.

Yung-jung just chuckled quietly at your silly remarks, not taking his eyes off you. It made you shy, the way he looked at you, and you hated the feeling of endless comfort when you were around this man. Or so you kept telling yourself. The truth was, you knew you were too young and didn't even stand a chance with him, no matter how much it tickled your thought.

“So, what's on your heart?” - Yang-jung asked as if seeing right thru you. He never seemed to beat around the bush anyways.

Hesitating, you answered, “I just escaped the king of assholes waiting in front of my apartment.”

Yang-jung raised his eyebrows. “Your ex again? What is it, third time this week?”

“God, sometimes I wish I could fuck up all of his limbs for good.” - you murmured. Memories of the night of your breakup triggered some insane bloodthirst in you, feelings you'd never known of before you got involved with your ex. You didn't feel like drinking the tea anymore, nor eating your rolls, your whole body trembled from the inside as your blood started to boil. Yang-jung knew the expression on your face very well, he silently inspected your reactions as you put all your strength into not letting your rage reach the surface.

“I feel you haven't told me the entire story at all.” - he stood up and walked to the window in the back. He saw a man in his 40s standing in front of the entrance of your building. He didn't look particularly dangerous, nor very muscular, but he wasn't a small guy either. Shaved head, 85 kg, 1.8 m, fairly strong arms and legs, broad shoulders, casual clothes. Something about the look in his eyes didn't feel right to Yang-jung. Finally he asked, "Is he into martial arts?"

"Taekwondo, black belt, first Dan."

Yang-jung smirked, still looking at him. "Knees and hips are his weak spot."

His cold remark went somewhat unnoticed by you.

He turned away from the window and smiled gently, "Care to tell me how you got yourself in this situation?"

Both chefs were now looking directly at you. Min-dong finished your cucumber rolls, served them and walked to the room in the back of the restaurant, leaving the two of you alone.

You sighed deeply. Awful tingles spread across your body almost momentarily, like hundreds of tiny bats swarming all over you, biting even into your palms. Your whole body was screaming on the inside.

Fuck! Here we go... Pity party time! So young and so ruined. All he's gonna see in me from now on are my past mistakes.

No, no, he doesn't need to know the full story, just tell him what you're dealing with.

Lump in your throat grew with each breath you took.

"Okay, take a seat, let's talk."

Reader x ex boyfriend flashback

Your mind wandered, thinking about the countless times your ex prepared you the most horrible surprises. All those times he'd come home drunk and aggressive, slamming you into the wall as soon as he passed thru the door, squeezing your neck until you almost passed out, cursing at you, threatening, calling you names, using his strength to pin you down for god knows what reason. Every time he laid his hands on your body it hurt, taking caution not to leave bruises on any visible parts of your body. It got unbearable by the end. The more you feared him the more he enjoyed it, the more you cried, the more manic he was. Blaming yourself for ever telling him about your sexual fantasies along with feeling disgusted by yourself was a part of your everyday life until the very end of your relationship. He used it against you first chance he got. What started as a healthy exploration of consensual rough foreplay with a hint of rookie bondage, ended up as an abuser-victim hell of a situation you didn't know how to escape from. Your fight or flight response messed up your brain chemistry as each day passed and you no longer knew if that's even love or if you despised him with your entire being. He always found a way to make you stay, he even begged you on his knees not to leave him, swearing on his mom he never meant you no harm. It was a never ending circle of shit show. Even after you finally left his place for good, he kept finding ways to get in contact with you. Finding out where you live was an easy task for a twisted person like him. "I see everything, I know everything", those were the words he repeated so often while you were dating, as if giving verbal spankings, using any chance he got to feed you a dose of fear and insanity. Everything you did for him was always out of love and kindness, thinking if only you could be the best version of yourself, he'll be good to you. But he never was good to you, his actions never made sense and you never understood the reasons behind those words. He knew about every step you took, nevertheless, few of his paranoias followed him and echoed louder and louder in his mind, as his cycles of insanity were on the periodical rise and fall. He rambled about possibilities of you dumping him quite often, crying over himself, trying to make you feel sorry for him. He talked about his boss's employees constantly checking up on his location. He even tried convincing you how they spy on him during his lunch breaks. His delusions drove him to believe he's some sort of a public officer, or an intelligence agency employee with a task to be alert at all times, when in fact he was nothing more than a secretary working at a private real-estate agency. Soon, after the honey moon phase ended, you realized his whole persona was a big lie, that's also when the first troubles started, but it was all to late for you to leave, you were already in too deep. Your inexperience was exploited for the first time. Welcome to the real world, honey. Well, it took you long before you started getting up on your own feet, and you found a way to navigate thru his cycles of insanity. You took your time and learned all you could, only to find out he's been living multiple lives all along. The only thing he didn't lie about was in fact his black belt in taekwondo and that he was a divorcee. The last time he threatened you with physical force was the night you left him for good.

"I'm not as clueless as you think I am." - you hissed as he held you by the throat. His bloody eyes were filled with rage and his breath smelled like alcohol.

"One wrong move and you'll end up behind the bars. My family knows where I am, and don't think I won't walk straight to the police if you leave so much as a mark on me. I dare you." - your whole body trembled of adrenaline rush but your mind worked fast.

"Well, well, look at you all brave, who would've thought you'd turn into such a snake, finally showing your real face, huh-"

"I couldn't care less even if you snapped my neck this instant." you laughed, slowly losing every touch with sanity. 

"You lose either way. Or did you forget?" - your laughter grew louder as he stared at you in horror, not knowing how to react. He had you by the weakest spot yet the look in your eyes was telling a completely different story. He never saw you acting like this, his blood froze. 

"Your black belt", you spoke thru laughter on the verge of a mental breakdown, "your black belt is treated as a cold weapon in the eyes of the law."

Despite hating yourself as much as you hated him, the thought of this abusive bastard ending up behind the bars for cold blooded murder sent an unusual shot of satisfaction thru your entire body. You knew he never had it in him though. He was a coward on all levels and this round was yours. A solid threat works like a charm on scumbags like him who are usually scared of their own shadow. It was written all across his face that he's finally cornered. Any chance for him to plot a sadistic revenge on the only woman who was ever kind and loving to him was completely lost. You didn't know if he'd slam your head onto the kitchen counter or not, but you could feel his hand trembling. Your laughter echoed thru the kitchen as his grip became weaker and weaker, an expression of misery and regret spread across his face. He feared you. For the first time ever, he stood in front of you, completely falling apart. 

He got on his knees again, like so many times before, begging for forgiveness. Vomit of lies started coming out of him, how much he loves you and how this is just a minor misunderstanding. He'd never hurt you and there's nothing but love he feels for you. You're his everything. You stopped counting his strikes long ago and you knew if you don't walk out of there that same night, you may never see the light of day after this, for real. The change in his tone from all mighty to smaller than an ant sickened you. Of course, there's nothing but hatred left in his heart. Hatred and fear, jealousy and shame. Cowards like him hate it when they lose from someone weaker than them, and they would do anything in their power to win their victims back, just so they can hurt them again.

"Next time you decide to lay a hand on me, better make sure I have a well sharpened knife in mine. That's only fair."

Those were the last words he heard from you on the night of your breakup. Breakup from hell. And you thought the trash is out of your life for good, little did you know your fearless attitude and insane threats only awoke in him an obscure obsession towards you. 

It didn't take long to finish the story of your rocky past relationship, considering you tried your best to avoid going into too much detail of how your ex abused you, physically and mentally. Yang-jung sat right across from you, staying completely silent. You looked down, not daring to look Yang-jung in the eyes any longer.

"A wife beater, huh? Who would have thought." - Yang-jung broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Brave." - he paused for a moment. "Was that him who kept calling all this time? Is that why you changed your number?" - Yung-jung's voice was extremely calm, a little too calm. You nodded silently.

"He kept calling from different numbers. And somehow he found out where I live soon after that."

"He probably tailed you, if he knows where you work, which I assume he does. It isn't that difficult. Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?"

You closed your eyes, letting out another deep sigh. “Isn't it obvious?”

He didn't say a word. He looked at your face instead, trying to read your expression, but there was nothing. The facade on the outside hid a wild turmoil inside your head. Soft and gentle nature of your whole figure, along with your kind voice and elegant movements were completely the opposite of darkness you carried within you. It was hard to hold it in, especially now, but you didn't want to hide any parts of yourself in front of Yang-jung any longer.

“I wish I could fuck him up, you know? For all that he's done and for all that he's still doing.” - you said, looking him straight in the eye. “I'm not the only one with a dark past or present, but I hate these parts of me. I hate that I feel this way. I hate the desperation and helplessness. I hate the nightmares still haunting me. I hate that I let a lowly man take advantage of me for so long. And I hate that I have to tell you any of this. I hate that you won't look at me the same way you looked at me yesterday, and I hate that my ex keeps fucking up every part of my life, still, I hate it.”

Yang-jung's eyes were the softest and kindest eyes ever. The way he looked at you made you almost choke on your own words, those hateful words which made you feel like you're spewing poison in front of the one who never deserved to hear them in the first place. You could see tears in the corners of his eyes and the only thought that went thru your mind was I hate myself so. fucking. much.

You wanted to jump out of your own skin, or rewind the time and walk directly up to that bastard and face him all alone, instead of running to Yang-jung and hiding at his work place. That's not something one should do to their friends. It's not fair. He didn't deserve this.

Realising how much pain you've been carrying this entire time, Yang-jung spoke softly, "You should have told me… Out of all people, you should have come to me. I would have already made sure he never gets close to you again."

Was that a hint of anger in his voice? Or was it all just pity? It didn't matter. His words couldn't sober you back to your senses, they didn't even reach you. You were spiralling straight into a pitch black void. 

"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't. It is what it is." - you said in somewhat slow motion manner. "Just... don't look at me like I'm going to break into a thousand pieces, please, I can't take it."

"You've done well by telling me this."

You smiled softly, not feeling anything on the inside.

"Yang-jung, do you think I could turn his knees into a mush with a baseball bat?" - you scoffed. Dark humor was always your kind of thing, but saying something as dark as that now of all times didn't make it look like a joke anymore.

"There are far less demanding and easier techniques. But when the time comes I'll make sure you do whatever you need to do to him."

What?!

You wanted to burst into a hysterical laughter, but you held it in the best you could. A rush of adrenaline and relief washed over your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your skin. It took you a few moments to realise what the hell this man was telling you. But then it hit you like a cargo train. You opened your mouth trying to word out something. Yang-jung inspected the changes on your face, waiting for you to speak up. You couldn't tell if he's only comforting you, or are you seriously a meter away from a criminal who would move mountains for you, if only you asked. Moments passed and he was almost sure he got ahead of himself.

Seeing you all hesitant, he finally continued, "Unless-"

"Are you serious?" - you cut him off. "Are you...?"

You asked for reassurance, nothing else. Words stuck in your throat. Was Yang-jung really telling you what you think you heard? Is he really who you think he is?

"Don't make me regret my words." - he warned you, unsure of what's on your mind. He was dead serious.

"Ahjussi," - you whimpered, reaching for his hand across the table, "please, don't say that. You're the only real person I have. Do I need to spill my heart out even more?"

His face softened. He took your hand in his and kissed it.

"You're safe here."

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Author's note 2: It took some time, but here it is finally. I know it's probably not what many of you expected, and I left the open (?) ending in hopes for part 2. Also, if I need to add any more warnings or notes on the classification or tags of any kind, please let me know, since I don't have much experience with these things. Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

tagging a few of sweethearts who interacted with my original posts (link 1, link 2) and expressed their enthusiasm for this fic, pushing me to write it (I hope it wasn't too underwhelming for you in the end): @quillinhand @slutforaemond @castleninja @posessedbytheinternet (I can't tag you for some reason :/)

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Have you appreciated an ahjussi today? No?! TAKE IT!!!

Please, Can anybody make fanfic of these ahjussi?!!

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Imagine: Giving Hwang Yang Jung Attitude...

The last task Mr. Choi had assigned to you ended up testing your patience. Which led to you giving Yang Jung attitude.

"Can you at least drop the fucking knife now?" You snapped at him.

"Drop the attitude first, sweetheart." He said in a teasing tone. Clearly used to your behavior.

You rolled your eyes at him before walking off to sit at one of the tables.

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[enbyjjunie]

DKB as where they prefer to cum

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this is just my thoughts on the matter and it's okay if you disagree, this is just fiction. i'm not saying this is how dkb is and this post should not be taken seriously this was worked on in two separate dms so thanks to my fave yuku girl for asking about the topic and @starryjiung for always wanting to listen to me yap and elaborate on my thoughts

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이찬 changmin would probably like to cum on his partner's stomach. he likes the idea of his cum marking them like that and the thought of "if that was inside, it would've gone that far" can also drive him a little insane. changmin's pull-out game is pretty strong imo, which is why i think he could shoot exactly where he'd want to.

디원 dongil is someone i could see wanting to shoot his cum into his partner's mouth. it's part seeing them look up at him in anticipation to get a mouthful and part knowing that they're gonna take every single drop that he's giving them, even better if they swallow. that being said, he'd find it incredibly erotic if his cum would drip down their mouth bc they couldn't take all of it.

지케이 gwanghyun is someone who'd cum inside, but not like junseo would, but more because he wouldn't wanna pull out and away from his partner, since he'd feel that would ruin the intimate energy going on. he'd be someone to hold the person he's with as he cums and just wanna stay in their hold until they both come down from their orgasms.

희찬 heechan fucking loves cumming on his partner's back. i have an idea that he really likes doggy style and pulling out and painting his partner's back in his white shots is hot to him. although, unlike changmin, heechan's pull-out game is not good. his orgasm always seem to catch him off guard. he gets lost in the pleasure and so it takes him a second to react and he most likely has already cum a little inside when he pulls out to shoot on the person's back.

룬 sungmin, i have this idea that he would love to cum on hands. like having been given a handjob to get him to his orgasm, and there's something beautiful to him about watching his thick cum slowly roll down his partner's fingers, and being handled with care in their literally capable hands is just something he loves (man loves being doted on, no surprise).

준서 junseo... there's a reason i mentioned earlier that he's an inside man too but he's one in a way where he likes the idea of impregnating his partner. he'd push himself really deep inside them when he feels himself cumming and hold them tightly, wanting them as close as possible during that moment. he'd do what he can to have his partner cum at the same time as him, loving the feeling of being clenched around.

유쿠 yuku loves cumming on his partner's face. he loves to paint their face with his cum and kiss them afterwards, feeling his own release against him where he touches them. if he's feeling particular pathetic and subby, i can imagine that he'd even take the time to lick it off himself, cleaning his his own mess up with his own tongue.

해리준 harry would pull out just so that his tip is left inside his partner and cum like that. he would love to pull out and watch as his seed gushes out of them, would sometimes make him hard again and then he'd fuck his cum back inside. something about watching his cum slowly seep out in globs would make him dizzy and feral.

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a/n: hey everyone, i know i haven't really gotten any further with kinktober and i apologize. it's gonna be a slow uploading speed i fear. i got hit with a bunch of stress and bad life circumstances and have been struggling tbh. i'll try my best to get things written and published but you're gonna have to be very patient with me lmao

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[parkersgarage]

an unfortunate continuation of the first one, I’m still not over him.

hwang yang-jung x gn!reader | 276 wc, warnings: marriage and talks of death.

“You know,” Yang-Jung starts, tying the laces of his shoes near the door. “If I die the day after we get married, people will think you killed me for money.”

You slap the back of his head at his words, moving to sit beside him, and lean against his shoulder. “Why are you so eager to die?”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, looking down at his shoes. “I owe him my life, I’ve told you this.”

“I know.” You whispered. As hard as it was to come to terms with his words, you��d never be less supportive of whatever decision he made. “I’m sorry.”

He turns, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Don’t be sorry. I know you wanted to live a normal life, and I hope one day,” you shake your head, looking down at his hand that rested against your knee. “I hope you’ll find someone who can give it to you.”

You shake your head again, tears welling in your eyes. “Not a chance, Hwang Yang-Jung.” He sighs. “You’re it for me. From now, until the day I die. I’m yours.”

He kisses you again, this time on the lips. Pressing further and further into you each second, getting drunk off your lips each time. Abruptly pulling away, he rests his head against yours, holding your face gently. “Why didn’t you say that as your vows?”

You laugh, just like he wanted, “as if yours were any better.” He huffs. “I love you forever? Come on.” He shoves your shoulder, looking down. “Hwang Yang-Jung, I’ll love you forever.”

“Until the end.” He adds, resting his head against yours.

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Dead Man Walking: Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: Two of the group members are hurt on a run.

Warnings: Descriptions of medical procedures, blood, violence, gunshot wounds, knife wounds (if i missed anything, please lmk)

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When you woke up the next morning, you bolted upright at the unfamiliar surroundings. Yeosang groaned from where he fell over. Your heart rate slowed to normal as you remembered what happened the day prior.

“Why did you do that?” Yeosang whined and smacked you between your shoulder blades.

“Sorry, I panicked cus I didn’t recognize the room,” you apologized and held out a hand to help him sit up. Most of the group was already up and moving. You stood and went to help Seonghwa get breakfast set up. You passed by today’s run group as they discussed their plan. In the break room, you and Seonghwa divided oatmeal and canned peach slices onto plates for everyone. Pretty soon, the group filed into the breakroom, eager to get some food.

“Alright. You guys know what to do. Don’t take any unnecessary risks, got it?” Chan instructed the run group while they picked up empty backpacks and their preferred weapons.

“Yes, dad, we know,” Seungmin sighed, dodging a slap to the head from the leader. 

“Just get back safe,” Chan urged the group, looking each of them in the eye. 

“We will,” San reassured him with a pat to his shoulder. The group of four exited the maintenance room door. Felix made sure it was shut and locked behind them. The remaining members went about some daily assigned tasks to occupy their time and distract them from the possible danger their friends were in.

“Y/N, do you know anything about gardens?” You turned to Jisung and Yunho standing in the doorway of your office.

“Yeah, I know a bit. Are you guys trying to get one set up?” You stood from where you sat in front of your cabinet. 

“We are. It’s better for us to find a way to grow our own food instead of trying to scavenge for it,” Yunho explained. You nodded, putting a finger to your mouth in thought.

“We’ll probably want to set up a rainwater collection, too. Do we have access to the roof of the building?” Jisung nodded, gesturing for you to follow. The three of you entered the maintenance room. In one corner of the room, there was a ladder going up to a hatch in the ceiling that you hadn’t noticed yesterday. You followed the two up the ladder, emerging on the wide, empty roof of the office. 

“You think we can set it up here?” Yunho sounded doubtful. You blocked your eyes against the harsh sunlight.

“The water collection system, yes, but I’m not sure about the garden. It would freeze up here in the winter.” You walked over to the edge of the building, laying on your stomach and peering down the wall. “If we can mount a funnel to the building, we can use some rubber piping to bring it inside through the window.”

“There’s a hardware store not far from here,” Jisung noted. You stood and brushed the gravel from your clothes.

“Let’s look around the office to see if there’s somewhere we can set up a garden.” The three of you scoured the building, and it turns out there was an access panel to a basement a few feet from the back door. You surveyed the room. “It’s a little musty down here, but I think it’ll work once we get all this trash cleared out.”

“Okay, first thing’s first we need to get a list of what we need to get everything set up,” Yunho commented. In the break room, you used one of the extra notebooks to map out where the garden and water funnel would go while Yunho and Jisung wrote down the necessary supplies. A while later, Hongjoong looked over your shoulder to scrutinize your plans. His hand rested on the back of your chair, making you slightly nervous.

“This is good progress. Great job, guys,” Hongjoong nodded in approval. He left the room once again, replaced by Changbin with a deck of cards. You quickly fell into a very competitive game of Spades. Hours passed, and the run group still wasn’t back. You were still playing card games, but you were on edge. A heavy silence blanketed the room.

Outside, Seungmin sprinted ahead of the other three run members. He braced against the heavy back door, unable to stop his momentum. Completely forgetting their signal, he pounded on the door in a panic.

“Felix! Open the goddamn door right now!” Seungmin shouted through the thick metal. He never yelled. Felix flung the door open, ignoring the rules set up by their leaders. Seungmin pushed past the blonde. “Keep it open! Where’s Y/N?!”

“Uh, b-break room,” Felix stuttered. Seungmin stormed down the hallway. Your name echoed down the hall, and you threw your cards to the table. You met Seungmin halfway down the hall.

“What happened?” You snapped. 

“Hyunjin was shot and San has a nasty cut,” he panted heavily, having run the entire way back. More shouts came from the maintenance room, some panicked and some in pain. 

“Get them to my office, now,” you instructed before jumping into action. In your office, you threw your hair into a ponytail and pulled out as many supplies as you could. San and Wooyoung dragged a wailing Hyunjin into the room. You scanned each of their injuries. San had a cut trailing from his right collarbone down to his bicep, but it wasn’t bleeding too heavily. Wooyoung was mostly unscathed, except for a few bruises. Blood stained the thigh of Hyunjin’s jeans, growing larger every second.

“Put him on the desk. San, get Changbin and Chan in here, then use a towel to put pressure on your cut. I need to take care of Hyunjin first.” As gently as possible, Hyunjin was laid out on the desk-turned-exam bed.  

“Seungmin, knife.” You held your hand out behind you, keeping your eyes on the blood stain. A pocket knife was shoved in your hand and you carefully cut the side of Hyunjin’s jeans open. You peeled the fabric back, revealing a wound gushing blood. Chan and Changbin rushed in, the color draining from their faces at Hyunjin’s cries.

“Roll him to the side, I need to see if the bullet went through.” Your voice shook them from their stupor. Changbin went to the opposite side of the desk. He pulled Hyunjin up so you could examine the back of his thigh. The younger boy sobbed, clawing at Changbin’s forearm. 

“Fuck, there’s no exit wound. The bullet’s still in his leg. Lay him back down.” Hyunjin laid on his back again. His grip moved to your wrist, and you had to gently pry him off of you. “Okay, this is going to be really fucking painful for him, but I don’t have any fast-acting pain relievers or sedatives.”

“What do you need us to do?” Chan’s face was hard-set. You glanced up at the amount of people in the small office.

“Seungmin, there’s a sewing kit in the household items. Have Jongho give it to you. Stay in the break room and make sure San is in there for when I’m done here.” He nodded and disappeared into the hall. “Minho, do you know how to check for a pulse?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Stand by his head. If he passes out, keep your hand on his pulse. If it changes in any way, tell me. Chan, Changbin, I need you to hold him down. Everyone else, get out.” Everyone immediately did as they were told. You went to your cabinet, bringing your prepared supplies to the desk.

“You guys snagged some good stuff, but, seriously? You get a glucose meter and not gloves or sutures?” You mutter angrily to yourself while wiping your hands with an alcohol pad. “Okay, keep him still.” Changbin pressed down on Hyunjin’s hips while Chan held his leg down. You took a pile of clean gauze and pressed down on the wound– hard. Hyunjin screamed and tried to push back from your hands. When he couldn’t escape the pain, he swung at Changbin, only to have his arms held down by Minho. Every time his blood soaked through the gauze, you replaced it with a new sheet until the bleeding slowed to an ooze. 

“This is the hard part,” you warned the boys and picked up a pair of long, thin tweezers. As carefully as you could, you plunged the tweezers into the wound. Hyunjin devolved into pained wails and shuddering sobs. Changbin gagged from his spot next to you. Chan and Minho had silent tears rolling down their faces as they watched you prod around inside the wound to find the bullet. An eerie silence filled the room when Hyunjin, mercifully, lost consciousness. Minho moved a shaky hand from his arm up to his neck, keeping two fingers on his pulse. It didn’t take much longer for you to find the bullet and pull it out. Sighing heavily, you put the bullet and tweezers to the side. You used a mix of water and alcohol to clean the wound, then wrapped it tightly in gauze and an ACE bandage.

“You’re not going to stitch it shut?” Changbin’s voice trembled. You wiped most of the blood from your hands with a towel.

“No, not yet anyway. I don’t want to risk shutting an infection in the wound.” You shuffled some bottles around in your cabinet, pulling out a bottle of doxycycline. “When he wakes up, give him one of these. We’re lucky we have a full regimen. After a couple days on antibiotics I should be able to suture the wound.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Changbin’s panicked eyes met yours. 

“I have to check on San. Keep an eye on Hyunjin. One person needs to stay on his pulse at all times. Get me as soon as he wakes up, or if his pulse changes.” You grabbed more alcohol pads, gauze, and medical tape then marched down to the break room. Just as you asked, San sat at a table with the sewing kit in front of him. Wooyoung sat next to him, pressing some paper towels onto his cut. You dropped the stuff in your arms onto the table.

“Do we have a lighter?” You looked to Jongho, who was leaning against the counter next to Seungmin. He silently dug through the household supplies, passing you the lighter. You still had Seungmin’s knife in your pocket, so you gestured for Wooyoung to move the towels and cut San’s ruined shirt off. You were pleasantly surprised to find nylon thread in the sewing kit.

“Hold the lighter steady for me.” You handed the lighter to Wooyoung. He flicked it on, and you held a needle in the flame for a few seconds, then wiped it with an alcohol pad before dousing it in the fire one more time. After threading the needle with the nylon thread, you leaned over San to wipe away the blood. You kept one foot on the ground and propped the opposite knee on the chair between San’s legs. He hissed at the sting of alcohol on his cut. 

“This is going to hurt, I’m sorry,” you warned him right before piercing his skin with the needle. He yelped and grabbed your thigh subconsciously with his left hand, keeping his right on the table so you could work. You ignored his fingers digging into your leg, just like you ignored the way his abs clenched with every suture. 

“Shit, are you almost done?” San asked through gritted teeth after a minute.

“Almost, two more.” You finished off the last sutures, placing the needle and leftover thread on the table and picking up the gauze and tape. “I don’t think you’ll need antibiotics, but I’ll be checking and cleaning it every couple hours.” You taped the gauze into place over the cut. “Try not to move your shoulder too much.”

“Right.” San groaned when you pressed the gauze down, tightening his grip on your thigh. He suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing, and dropped his hand to his lap. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“San, it’s fine,” you cut him off. “You’re in pain. Honestly, if squeezing my leg meant you could sit still, I’m glad you did it.” You dropped your foot back to the ground after you finished wrapping San's cut, turning to clean up the mess on the table. 

“I’ll clean up in here. Go check on Hyunjin,” Seungmin steered you toward the hallway. 

“I have painkillers in my office, I’ll have someone bring them to you.” Wooyoung scoffed, and you paused by the door to raise an eyebrow at him.

“You couldn’t have given him some before you stuck a needle through him?” You bristled at his tone.

“No, I couldn’t have. All of the painkillers we have are also blood thinners. Would you prefer he bleed out while I attempt to close his wound?” You shot back at him. Wooyoung snapped his jaw shut, looking down at his hands. “That’s what I thought.” You stormed away from the break room and reentered your office. Minho sat by Hyunjin’s head, fingers still pressed to his neck. Chan had left, replaced by Felix. He and Changbin each held one of Hyunjin’s hands. 

“Is San okay?” Felix asked once he noticed you. 

“Yeah, he should heal pretty easily as long as he doesn’t push himself,” you sighed and grabbed a pen light from on top of your cabinet. Hyunjin’s pupils reacted normally, to your relief, but he wasn’t responding much to other stimuli. With nothing else you could do until he woke up, you collapsed against the wall. It was a waiting game, now.

Not long after you left the break room, Hongjoong and Chan came in and sat at the table with San and Wooyoung. 

“What happened out there?” Chan asked, looking between the three conscious members of the run group. 

“We were ambushed,” Seungmin stated. The two leaders motioned for him to continue. 

“The run started out normal. We were on our way back when a group of maybe ten men rushed out from the woods. At first, they tried to intimidate us into handing over our bags. We refused, so they charged at us. There was some distance between us, so we ran. Another guy popped out from an alley ahead of us. He's the one that shot Hyunjin. Me and Wooyoung pulled him up while San fought with the shooter. He got the gun away, but the guy had a knife, too. San got cut right before he knocked the other guy out. He caught up with us, so I passed Hyunjin over to him so I could run ahead and make sure Y/N was ready.”

“It was ten men?” Hongjoong’s voice was strained.

“Give or take. Why?”

“Y/N was attacked by a group of ten men in the woods outskirting the city. It might be a coincidence, but I don’t like how similar the stories are.” Hongjoong paused. “Do you remember what any of them look like?”

“I do,” Wooyoung confirmed while the other two shook their heads. 

“Later tonight I want to talk with you and Y/N. If even one of the men that attacked her was part of the group that attacked you, we’re going to have a big problem on our hands.” Hongjoong left, presumably to tell you about meeting up later. 

“I know it’s hard, but please don’t blame yourselves,” Chan reassured the younger boys before following his co-leader out of the break room.

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after rewatching bloodhounds again, of all the deaths in ep. 6, duyeong's & his wife's still gets me the most...he was so happy that he was about to become a father 🥺

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So I've finally finished Bloodhounds (+ ahjussi collection)

...and I have no idea where to start and what to say and how to feel.

No, wait, please hear me out.

It was b l o o d y and at parts a very difficult watch, as it has lots of explicit fighting scenes, which look extremely realistic and cruel. So cruel that I had to close my eyes and not watch, I even skipped many & i'm not sorry. However, there are also parts so heartwarming that it makes you forget about all the crimes and gore for a moment. So, it's up to you to decide if it's worth the struggle. Since the violence could be a bit too much for many, let's just say I do and don't recommend this one at the same time. Personally, one of things I greatly enjoyed is the subtle comic tone of Gun-woo's and Woo-jin's interactions with each other and their characters which represent people doing sports professionally so well, the purity of their hearts and lack of malice in everything they do, since they truly do live for the sports. Then there are two absolutely powerful and skillful young women, Hyeong-ju and Da-min, playing such important roles in the entire series, each of them individually contributing so much to the entire plan of bringing the bad guys down and saving what could still be saved. And also, one of the most enjoyable parts were definitely the bonds that came out of these newly formed friendships. Younger acting crew did an amazing job. In comparison to the older and experienced ahjussi crew (I'll get to them in a bit), they've got some serious talent. It must have been a huge undertake for both Woo Do-hwan and Lee Sang-yi to live up to the expectations of the entire team behind this drama. And they did it. They absolutelly slayed.

If you still haven't watched this drama, trust me when I say these two cinnamon rolls will instantly win your heart right at the beginning of the first episode. They're like the most perfect two besties you'd want to be besties with too. And yeah, you'll suffer thru all the horrors just to see them win the biggest battle of their lives. Gosh, every time I tried typing something coherent about them it just ended up being lots of crying shaking throwing up. They're the best, ok? And this is best I can do. ╥﹏╥

And while our marine boys scratched so many itches around this platform, I have to mention the absolute gentlemen that starred in this series and swept me off my feet *deepest sigh ever*

So many great actors took part in Bloodhounds, it's hard to believe my own eyes at times. Whoever was in charge of the casting did a killer job. I couldn't even take the bad guys seriously because they're freakishly handsome. Well, at least not until Kim Myung-gil brutally ended my favourite ahjussi trio damn you ep 6

What started as an obsession over two young marine guys and their bromance ended up as a hole in my heart over downfall of three middle aged criminals men and a will to trade all the money and gold bars for their lives. And more importantly, a huge appreciation for Korean actors over the age of 40.

No, let's be real. They're handsome and talented and great at their job and deserve all the love and support. With that in mind... here's a tiny screenshot dump because it would be a shame not to post it:

And I want to be normal about them and move on in peace but *internal screams* I've already mentioned Lee Hae-young in one of my earlier posts, addressing my obsession with the character he portrays, the sushi restaurant owner Hwang Yang-jung. And I know many people are obsessed with him too. But no one is speaking up. Which is silly. And tbh I really thought there would be more gifs of him and other men but...there's close to none? Can we talk about how fine this man is? How fine this whole ahjussi crew is? Can we... can we just acknowledge they sliced us all in tiniest pieces possible and burned us all till we turned into charcoal? Can we make a mess of kdrama side of tumblr by excessively posting about them? Pretty please?

It's true, I came for the boys, but stayed for these men. I'm not even joking when I say kdrama has me in a chokehold again, but this time for a whole new reason. Dropping everything just to watch series and movies these guys took part in sounds like the best idea at the moment. I even forgot about the new releases I started watching, which makes me laugh at myself, but... it is what it is. At some point, a girl just has to obsess over her favourite ahjussi, and that's okay.