#KPop Scenarios

[luvashli]

PRIVATE SHOPPING

Synopsis -> When Chrome Hearts employee Y/N meets global idol Ni-ki, a professional encounter turns into forbidden tension. Despite the rules, their undeniable connection pushes them to risk everything for a chance at something real.

PAIRING: idol!ni-ki x fem!chromeheartsemployee!reader

GENRE: oneshot, romance, forbidden love, Celebrity/Non-Celebrity Relationship, Workplace Drama

STARTED: 1/26/2025

STATUS: complete

WC: 2.9k

Note: haha i just wrote this for fun, after seeing all those videos of ni-ki in the chrome hearts store on tiktok. Enjoy :)

The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the otherwise silent Chrome Hearts shop. You were used to the serene atmosphere, where the only sounds were the clinks of jewelry and the murmurs of clients admiring the pieces.

Today, however, the shop wasn’t open to the public. A private appointment had been scheduled for someone important—so important that the entire store had been rented out for the occasion.

You adjusted a display of necklaces for the third time that morning, your hands steady but your thoughts racing. Your manager had emphasized the importance of professionalism today, which you found slightly redundant. Being professional was second nature to you.

When the glass door finally swung open, the sound startled you out of your thoughts. You straightened instinctively, your gaze falling on the figure walking in.

He was taller than you’d expected, his dark hair slightly tousled and his oversized hoodie making him look effortlessly casual. You recognized him immediately—Ni-ki, the youngest member of one of the most famous idol groups in the world.

His fame wasn’t something you actively followed, but even you couldn’t avoid hearing his name. It was everywhere—on billboards, in magazines, and in playlists.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted politely, bowing slightly as he stepped further into the shop.

He looked at you, his eyes curious but guarded. “Afternoon,” he replied, his voice quieter than you’d imagined it would be. He pulled down his mask slightly, revealing a polite smile.

“Feel free to let me know if you need assistance,” you added, keeping your tone neutral.

He nodded, his attention already wandering to the displays around him.

For a while, you let him browse in peace, watching discreetly as he moved from one case to another. Despite his casual demeanor, there was a sharpness to the way he observed each piece of jewelry, as if he were studying it.

Finally, he paused by a display of rings. You stepped forward, maintaining a respectful distance. “Are you looking for something specific today?”

“What would you recommend for someone who already owns a lot of Chrome Hearts?”

The question caught you slightly off guard. “That depends on what you’re looking for,” you replied smoothly. “Are you interested in adding to your collection, or are you looking for something unique?”

“Both,” he said, leaning casually against the counter. “I’ve been collecting Chrome Hearts for years. It’s kind of an obsession at this point.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious despite yourself. “An obsession?”

He smiled, sensing your interest. “Yeah. I think I was fifteen when I got my first piece—a ring. It was a gift from a stylist on one of our first shoots. Ever since then, I’ve been hooked. I love the craftsmanship, the designs... everything about it feels timeless.”

You nodded, genuinely impressed. “You don’t hear that often. Most clients are more interested in trends.”

“I’m not really into trends,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “I like things that have meaning, things that last. That’s why I keep coming back to Chrome Hearts. Every piece feels like it has a story.”

You considered his words for a moment, then reached into a nearby display case. “If that’s the case, you might like this.”

You handed him a silver chain with an intricately designed cross pendant. “This piece is part of a limited collection. The design is inspired by vintage Chrome Hearts from the early 2000s. It’s subtle, but the detail makes it stand out.”

Ni-ki examined the necklace closely, his fingers brushing over the pendant. “This is perfect,” he said after a moment.

“I’m glad you like it,” you replied, stepping back slightly.

As he continued to look at the piece, he glanced up at you. “You know a lot about this brand,” he remarked.

“It’s part of the job,” you said simply.

He smirked. “Yeah, but you sound like you actually care. That’s rare.”

You didn’t respond immediately, unsure how to take the compliment. Instead, you focused on returning the other pieces to their proper places.

“So, what about you?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

“What about me?”

“Do you have a favorite piece from the collection?”

You hesitated, not used to being the one answering questions. “I don’t own any Chrome Hearts,” you admitted.

“Really?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“It’s not exactly in my budget,” you said with a small shrug.

He chuckled softly. “Fair enough. But if you could pick one piece, what would it be?”

You thought for a moment before pointing to a sleek silver cuff bracelet in one of the displays. “That one. It’s simple but versatile.”

Ni-ki followed your gaze, nodding in approval. “Good choice. Maybe one day I’ll see you wearing it.”

You glanced at him, unsure how to respond. Before you could say anything, he placed the necklace and a few other items on the counter.

He looked up at you then, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “How long have you been working here?”

“Long enough to know what fits our clients,” you answered, deflecting the question slightly.

He chuckled softly, slipping the ring onto his finger. “You’re good at this.”

“Thank you.”

There was a brief silence as he admired the fit of the ring, and you took the opportunity to step back, giving him space.

“What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

You hesitated. “It’s Y/N,” you said eventually, keeping your tone polite.

“Y/N,” he repeated, as if testing how it sounded. “I like it.”

You offered a polite smile but didn’t respond, returning to rearranging a nearby display.

Ni-ki continued browsing, occasionally asking for your opinion on a piece. As the minutes turned into an hour, you found yourself impressed by his genuine interest in the craftsmanship. He wasn’t just buying for the sake of it—he seemed to truly appreciate the designs.

Still, you kept a professional distance, even as he grew more conversational.

“You’re really serious about this, huh?” he said at one point, leaning against the counter as you placed a necklace back into its case.

“It’s my job,” you replied simply.

“And you’re good at it,” he said again, his tone sincere this time. “I mean it.”

“Thank you,” you said again, not letting his compliment fluster you.

He smiled at your calm demeanor, clearly amused by your lack of reaction. “You don’t get nervous around clients, do you?”

“Why would I?” you asked, meeting his gaze evenly.

His smile widened. “Most people do.”

“Well, I’m not most people,” you said before you could stop yourself.

He laughed at that, the sound warm and genuine. “I can see that.”

The rest of the appointment went smoothly, though Ni-ki’s subtle attempts at small talk didn’t go unnoticed. By the time he’d chosen a ring and a necklace, the tension between professionalism and casual conversation hung in the air.

As he approached the door to leave, he turned back to you. “Thanks for your help, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you replied, bowing slightly.

“Have a good day, Mr. Nishimura,” you replied, your tone as professional as ever.

He paused by the door, looking back at you one last time. “See you around, Y/N.”

You didn’t respond, watching as the door closed behind him. Shaking your head, you returned to organizing the displays, telling yourself it was just another workday.

But deep down, you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.

The Chrome Hearts event was in full swing, a buzzing culmination of celebrities, designers, and photographers mingling under the warm glow of chandeliers. You stood off to the side of the bustling fitting area, adjusting racks of jackets and accessories while trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

This wasn’t your first time working an event like this, but it was your first time with stakes this high. Chrome Hearts had pulled out all the stops, and ENHYPEN, one of the biggest names in the industry, was headlining the night.

You’d been assigned to assist with styling, specifically to help dress Riki Nishimura.

Your mind flashed back to your first encounter with him at the store. Despite his playful demeanor, he’d left an impression that was hard to shake. And now, here you were, preparing to see him again, knowing full well that professionalism was non-negotiable.

“Y/N, they’re here,” your manager said, motioning toward the private fitting area.

You turned just in time to see the group of seven walk in, their presence commanding the room instantly. Cameras flashed as they greeted the event organizers, each member exuding confidence in their own way.

Ni-ki trailed at the back, dressed casually in ripped jeans and a hoodie, but his sharp gaze scanned the room until it landed on you. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, followed by a small, knowing smirk.

You quickly looked away, busying yourself with the clothes rack in front of you.

“Y/N, you’ll be with Mr. Nishimura,” your manager reminded you, handing you the clipboard with his outfit details.

“Understood,” you replied, keeping your voice steady.

When Ni-ki stepped into the fitting area, you greeted him with a polite nod. “Good evening, Mr. Nishimura.”

“Y/N,” he said smoothly, his tone teasing. “Nice to see you again.”

You kept your expression neutral. “Let’s get started. Your outfit is over here.”

He followed you to the rack, where a carefully curated ensemble awaited—a tailored leather jacket, silver accessories, and sleek black boots. As you began arranging the pieces for him, he leaned against the wall, watching you with an intensity that made your skin tingle.

“You’re really good at this,” he said after a moment.

“Thank you,” you replied without looking up, focusing instead on adjusting the jacket’s cuffs.

“Have you been doing this for long?” he asked, his voice low and casual.

“Long enough,” you said curtly, stepping back to give him space to change.

He chuckled softly, after hearing nearly the same answers to his questions like the last time. “Still keeping it professional, huh?”

“It’s my job,” you reminded him, crossing your arms.

As he slipped into the jacket, his movements deliberate, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly the pieces fit him. He had a natural presence that made even the simplest outfits look like high fashion.

When he turned to face you, fully dressed, you adjusted the silver chain around his neck, your fingers brushing against his skin for the briefest moment. The contact sent a jolt through you, but you quickly pulled back, masking your reaction.

“Looks perfect,” you said, stepping away.

“Thanks to you,” he said, his voice quieter now. His gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the air between you felt charged with something unspoken.

You turned away quickly, busying yourself with the clipboard. “You’re ready for the photos.”

As he joined the rest of the group, the atmosphere shifted. The other members greeted you briefly—Jay’s charismatic smile, Sunghoon’s quiet nod, Sunoo’s cheerful wave—but your focus remained on keeping everything running smoothly.

It wasn’t until the group dispersed for a break that Ni-ki found a moment to approach you again, this time in a quieter corner of the venue.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his tone different now—less playful, more serious.

You glanced up from the accessory case you were organizing. “Yes, Mr. Nishimura?”

“Drop the ‘Mr.,’” he said with a small smirk. “It’s just Ni-ki.”

You hesitated, your professionalism warring with the tension that seemed to grow every time he was near. “How can I help you, Mr. Nishimura?” You emphasize his last Name.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I was wondering if you’d let me have your number.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “That’s against the rules,” you said firmly, though your resolve wavered under his gaze.

He tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

You stared at him, torn between the strict boundaries of your job and the undeniable pull of his presence. Finally, with a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, you reached for a notepad on the counter.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you muttered, scribbling your number down and tearing off the piece of paper.

His fingers brushed yours as he took it, his smile softening. “I won’t,” he promised.

Before you could respond, your manager’s voice called you back to work, and the moment ended as quickly as it began.

As you walked away, you felt Ni-ki’s eyes on you, the forbidden tension between you lingering like an unspoken secret.

Weeks passed after the Chrome Hearts event, and though you tried to maintain a professional distance, everything had changed. The slip of paper with your number on it had been the beginning of a line you never thought you’d cross.

It started with late-night texts.

The first one came a day after the event:

[Unknown Number]: Is it weird that I can’t stop thinking about how you chose that bracelet?

You stared at the screen for longer than you wanted to admit before typing a response.

[You]: It’s weird that you’re texting me when this is technically against the rules.

He replied almost instantly.

[Ni-ki]: Rules are overrated. Especially for something that feels this… different.

And that was how it began.

Over time, the texts turned into calls, the playful teasing evolving into deeper conversations. Ni-ki wasn’t just a global idol with an obsession for Chrome Hearts; he was surprisingly down-to-earth, funny, and honest in a way that caught you off guard.

But as the weeks went on, keeping things secret grew harder.

The first time he showed up at the store unannounced, you nearly had a heart attack.

He arrived disguised in a plain hoodie and cap, his presence still unmistakable. “I was in the area,” he said with a grin, leaning casually against the counter.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you hissed, glancing nervously at your manager, who was busy in the back.

“And yet here I am,” he replied, his tone light but his gaze serious. “I couldn’t help it.”

Against your better judgment, you allowed him to linger, though every minute felt like a risk. When he left, he slipped a small silver ring onto the counter, one you’d once admired during your conversations.

“For you,” he said simply.

You stared at it, shaking your head. “Ni-ki, I can’t—”

“You can,” he interrupted softly. “Just don’t tell anyone.”

And just like that, the line blurred even further.

The turning point came during another Chrome Hearts event, this time at a private gala where the brand unveiled a new collection. You were there to assist again, your role similar to before, though now the tension between you and Ni-ki felt almost unbearable.

He arrived with the other members, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit adorned with silver accents. When his eyes found yours across the room, the connection was instant, as if the noise and chaos around you didn’t exist.

As the evening wore on, he found small excuses to be near you—a whispered question about his cufflinks, a fleeting brush of his hand against yours as you adjusted his collar. Every interaction sent your pulse racing, though you tried to hide it.

But it wasn’t enough for him.

Toward the end of the night, he cornered you in a quiet hallway outside the main ballroom. His expression was serious, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more vulnerable.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low, “this thing between us… I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t exist.”

You crossed your arms, trying to put up a wall you knew would crumble under his gaze. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ni-ki. If anyone finds out—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “I know it’s risky, but I can’t ignore how I feel. Can you?”

His words left you speechless. For weeks, you’d tried to convince yourself that it was just harmless flirting, that you could keep things professional despite the way your heart raced whenever he was near. But now, standing so close to him, the truth was impossible to deny.

“Ni-ki…” you began, your voice faltering.

“I’m not asking you to break every rule,” he said softly. “I just want a chance. A real chance.”

You hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in. Part of you wanted to say no, to walk away before things got even more complicated. But the way he looked at you—as if you were the only person in the world who mattered—made it impossible.

Finally, you nodded, your resolve crumbling. “Okay,” you whispered.

His expression shifted into a mixture of relief and joy, and for the first time, he let his guard down completely.

From that moment on, everything changed.

The relationship that followed was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying. You met in secret, stealing moments when his schedule allowed it. Late-night car rides, quiet dinners in hidden corners of the city, and whispered conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning.

But the secrecy only fueled the intensity. Every touch, every glance, every stolen kiss carried the weight of what was at stake.

And though the risk was always there, neither of you could walk away.

Because in the end, some rules were meant to be broken.

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[moonlitenha]

pause the game, lover boy. [heeseung]

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PAIRINGS: gamer!heeseung x innocent!reader

GENRE: SUPER fluff, cheesy and just tiny bit of angst (prepare yourself for some... toe curling moments)

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SYNOPSIS: heeseung's always playing—but you just wanted him to look at you. a sulky silence turns into heartfelt apologies, soft hands, and cheesy praise only heeseung could pull off.

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You twirled in front of the mirror, the hem of your new dress swaying softly around your thighs.

It was the one you’d been eyeing for weeks—a pastel shade that hugged you in all the right places, delicate straps resting perfectly on your shoulders.

You couldn’t stop smiling. You even did a little spin just for fun.

“Hee,” you called from the bedroom, voice sing-songy, “Baby, look!”

“Mhm,” came a distracted hum from the living room.

You frowned slightly but brushed it off. He was probably just mid-match.

Still, excitement bubbling in your chest, you padded out into the hallway to show him anyway.

“Heeseung,” you said again, stepping right into view. “Look at me.”

He was on the couch, headset on, hands glued to the controller, completely immersed in the game.

“Just gimme two secs, babe, I’m mid-fight—this is ranked,” he muttered, tongue peeking out as he focused.

You paused, smile faltering. But you tried to stay optimistic.

“Okay, but it’s that dress. The one I told you about last week? The one you said sounded cute?”

“Yeah, sounds cute,” he replied absently, still not looking up.

Your chest tightened.

Not even a glance.

You stood there quietly for another beat, swallowing the little lump building in your throat. Then you slowly turned around, heading back to the bedroom.

This time, you closed the door softly behind you.

You slipped out of the dress carefully, laying it over the bed with the tag still dangling. The fabric suddenly felt too bright, too soft for the mood it was met with. You changed into your oversized tee, climbed under the covers, and curled into yourself, hugging your knees.

It wasn’t about the game.

It was about the way he didn’t even see you.

You blinked hard, willing yourself not to cry—but your chest ached. You weren’t even angry.

You just felt… small. Dismissed.

He was supposed to notice.

Ten minutes passed before the match ended and he finally looked up, stretching his neck.

“Baby?” he called lazily, tugging off the headset. “You good?”

No answer.

He glanced at the empty hallway and stood up. Something felt off.

Heeseung wandered toward the bedroom and pushed open the door—and stopped.

The dress was laid out on the bed, untouched. The tag still hanging off it. And there you were, curled up under the covers, facing the wall. Silent.

His chest dropped.

“Baby?” he said again, softer now, stepping in. “Hey…”

You didn’t respond.

He approached slowly, then crouched by the bed, crawling in beside you.

“Oh no,” he whispered when he saw your cheeks glistening. “No, no, no—are you crying? Baby, I didn’t mean to—fuck—I’m the worst.”

You sniffled and rolled further into yourself.

Heeseung immediately slid his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve looked—I wanted to look—but I was being stupid and hyperfocused and now I feel like shit.”

“…You didn’t even glance at me,” you mumbled, voice tight.

“I know. And I hate myself for it.” He kissed your shoulder. “You were so excited. You were glowing just from your voice—I could hear it and I still didn’t look. I’m such an idiot.”

“It was the dress I talked about last week,” you murmured. “You said it’d look cute on me.”

“I did. And I bet you looked like an angel in it. Probably prettier than every NPC in that whole damn game.”

You turned slowly to face him, eyes watery and pouty.

Heeseung’s face crumpled.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, brushing his thumbs under your eyes. “God, I should’ve paused. Who cares about ranked? You’re my priority. Always.”

“You’re only saying that now,” you muttered.

“No, I swear on every skin in my inventory. Baby, I’m serious. I’ll uninstall the game. I’ll delete my account. I’ll fake my death.”

You tried to suppress a smile. “Dramatic.”

“Desperate,” he corrected, pressing his forehead to yours. “Please don’t cry over some dumbass boyfriend who can’t put his controller down. I love you. I love you in that dress. I love you out of it. I love you in oversized shirts and messy buns and even when you steal my fries.”

You laughed through your sniffles. “I always steal your fries.”

“And it’s adorable every time.”

You leaned into his touch as he gently wiped the tear trails from your face with his sleeves.

“Do I still get to see the dress again?” he asked softly.

“Maybe tomorrow,” you mumbled.

Heeseung smiled. “I’m setting a reminder. Blocking out my calendar. No distractions. All eyes on you.”

You rolled your eyes but your heart fluttered anyway. “You better hype me up.”

“I will write poetry. I will drop to my knees. I will bark if required.”

You laughed again—this time for real—and finally curled into him properly, letting him pull the blanket over both of you.

“I love you, silly gamer boy.”

He kissed your temple, arms wrapping around you tighter. “I love you more, pouty little angel.”

And when you finally fell asleep against his chest, Heeseung whispered one last thing into your hair:

“Next time, I’m pausing the game before you even ask.”

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And tomorrow comes…

“Okay, no peeking yet.”

You stood in the doorway of the bedroom, clutching the pastel dress against your chest.

Heeseung sat obediently on the edge of the couch, eyes shut, hands over his lap like a very well-behaved golden retriever. “I’m blind. I’ve never even heard of sight. Don’t worry.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he shot back instantly”

You rolled your eyes but your cheeks warmed. This was exactly why you forgave him.

You turned back into the room and slipped into the dress, smoothing down the sides and glancing at yourself in the mirror. The soft fabric hugged your waist, the straps sat just right, and the color made your skin glow.

You exhaled, nervous. “Okay. Ready?”

Heeseung’s voice perked up. “Always.”

You stepped out.

And his jaw dropped on cue.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, standing up immediately. “What the hell.”

You blinked. “What? Is it bad?”

“Bad?” He let out an actual scoff and started walking around you dramatically. “Are you kidding me? You look like a dream. Like a princess. Like the lead in a coming-of-age movie but ten times hotter.”

Your eyes widened, flustered. “Heeseung!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—but I can’t believe I disrespected this dress yesterday,” he said, now clutching his heart. “I feel like I owe it flowers. And an apology letter.”

You laughed, covering your face.

He gently took your hands and pulled them down, eyes softening. “Baby. You look so beautiful. I mean it. Like, don’t be surprised if I faint.”

“You’re being dramatic again,” you said, but your voice was small. Embarrassed. Pleased.

“No, listen. You’re literally glowing. This dress was made for you. If it had eyes, it would be crying because it gets to be worn by you.”

You snorted. “Oh my God.”

He leaned in close, brushing a knuckle down your cheek. “I should’ve said this yesterday. I’m saying it now, and I’ll keep saying it forever—you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart squeezed painfully sweet. You bit your lip to hide the smile but failed miserably.

Then, he suddenly took a step back. “Wait. Hold on. Stay there.”

You blinked. “What?”

He pulled out his phone.

“No!” you shrieked, backing up.

“Yes! Just one—please, baby—you look so good. It’s for me. I wanna stare at you when you’re not here.”

You groaned, but he was already snapping away, dramatically gasping and muttering “oh my god” under his breath like a paparazzi catching the shot of the century.

“Stop.. s-stop, you’re embarrassing me!” you giggled, trying to swat the phone away.

He lowered it just long enough to grin and pull you into his chest. “Sorry. I just—can’t believe I get to call you mine.”

You hid your face against him, heart full.

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he whispered into your hair. “Every day. Starting now.”

You looked up, meeting his eyes. “You kind of already did.”

He smiled. “Still. I wanna be the first to compliment you every time. First to notice. First to make you feel like the only girl in the world.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That a promise?”

He nodded, tightening his arms around you. “It’s a guarantee.”

You reached up and tugged playfully on his collar. “Then next time I try something on, you better bark.”

He grinned. “I’ll howl.”

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[junnieverse]

— P. SUNGHOON 💌 HAS TAGGED YOU IN A POST !

➙ random daily stories you’ve posted of your boyfriend sunghoon

pairing: non idol!park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack, one of them was a lil suggestive

warnings: lowercase intended, small typos

a/n: the votes were in and enha won so here’s my insta story smau ft. sunghoon, enjoy my angels 🤭

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:22 am]

(cw: f!reader, reader is tipsy, profanity)

You weren't sure if it was the lingering effects of cheap alcohol streaming through your system now or just actual envy. The party had died down an hour ago, you were tucked up in fratboy!Jaehyun's bed, his hoodie hanging over your frame, but for some reason your boyfriend wasn't beside you.

You could hear him. He'd left his bedroom door wide open, so while you couldn't see him from you position in his bed, you could hear him clearly.

"It doesn't look bad at all. Look at your legs, they look great," you heard Jaehyun compliment.

You rolled your eyes, mocking him under your breath. He'd been out of the room for close to 20 minutes just chatting it up with who? Well, none other than his best friend Johnny of course! They'd been standing around Johnny's room and complimenting each other since Jaehyun walked out to return Johnny's gym shorts.

You weren't even sure that Jaehyun had complimented you as many times as he had Johnny, even just tonight. "Bro, your arms look huge. How much have you been lifting?" "My arms, dude? Look at your thighs, looking good, my guy."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Geez, could they get any worse? It was as if they could hear your thoughts. "Bro, we should go to the gym together. I'll spot you," one of them told the other.

You huffed out a breath of annoyance, choosing instead to scroll on Instagram instead of listening to the bros compliment each other and kiss each other's asses.

In the hopes of distracting yourself, you pulled Instagram up on your phone. You clicked through stories, watching various clips and images from the party that had just ended. A video of Jungwoo doing a handstand and falling, a video of Mark breakdancing, oh and of course, the usual boomerang posted by your boyfriend of him and Johnny posted up with beers in their hand.

Your thumb tapped on Jaehyun's username and you scrolled from there. Scrolled past the very rare selfie, tapped through his gym highlight, his Nu Chi Theta highlight, scrolled past photodumps of party. Yet... it seemed like there was one constant, one person who was in almost every post and every story in the highlights. John Suh.

You glared at the screen, swiping with purpose through photo dumps and highlights. Two weeks ago Jaehyun posted his monthly photo dump. Slide one was a picture of all the frat guys, slide two was a picture of the breakfast the both of you shared, slide three was a picture of him and Johnny at the gym, and you? There wasn't a picture of your face until slide 8.

The monthly picture dump from the month before last was the same, the month before that, and the month before that too. Glimpses and peeks into the dates you guys had, moments you shared that he felt the need to document, but no pictures of you until almost the very end of the dump.

It's pretty clear to say that the lingering effects of the alcohol you consumed are making you petty and angry. Jaehyun probably could have chosen a better moment to enter his room, but how could he have known you were stewing in jealously over his best friend? He settles onto the bed beside you as you lock your phone. You can feel the anger bubbling in your stomach as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your neck.

"Oh, have I finally earned your attention?" You ask with a pout.

"What are you even saying right now, Sweetheart?" Jaehyun responds with his brows pinching together.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend time with your previous Johnny instead of me?"

A loud "huh?!" out loudly through the dark room.

"Well, you just complimented each other back and forth more than you've ever complimented me, you always post him in your dumps before you post me, and he basically has two of your highlights dedicated to him since you always go to the gym together and he's your brother! And you only posted him tonight and I looked fucking cute!" You exclaim, breathing heavily as your rant came to an end.

It's silent for a few moments as you assume Jaehyun tries to gather his thoughts and formulate a response. He clears his throat, "you're jealous of Johnny being on my Instagram more than you?"

You turn away from him, shrugging his arm off of you as you huff and cross your arms across your chest. "I don't know... it's just, I think I deserve some attention and posts considering I'm your girlfriend. I think that would be nice," you mumble so quietly that Jaehyun struggles to even hear you.

"I can post us right now, Sweetheart..." Jaehyun tried as he wrapped his arms around you once more and pulled you closer to his chest.

"I don't look cute anymore."

He kisses your cheek, "you look cute and beautiful and sexy and gorgeous all the time, Sweet Girl."

"More than Johnny?" You manage to ask through a yawn as your eyes start to drift shut.

He laughs, "of course, Sweetheart."

You shouldn't be surprised when you wake up in the morning to find that you've been tagged in a post with 20 slides of pictures and videos of you and Jaehyun, some of them you didn't even know he took, but there is still some element of surprise.

You didn't even notice that he's woken up, jumping slightly when you heard his voice, "is the post good enough?"

You shrug before playfully adding, "would have been nice to still have seen a picture of me last night."

"That's slide 19, Sweet Girl."

[melshifting]

❝LIVING DOLL❞ : A WONYOUNG THEMED PACK ‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧

❝ She’s so flawless it almost feels unfair.❞

(Anon/s request! hope u like it :3)

— BEAUTY AND PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS ⭑.ᐟ

୨ৎ ── Your company knew what they were doing when they chose you: the ultimate visual; you have an incomparable beauty & essence that makes company members high-five you every time they see you.

୨ৎ ── Your facial structure and overall look are worthy of those of a doll: your bright eyes, perfect hair, and reddish cheeks make you look like the ultimate edition of the perfect collection doll.

୨ৎ ── Deer-like beauty: your amber eyes, and soft, brown hair, along with your innocent look and long eyelashes, make you the personification of a cute and gentle deer.

୨ৎ ── Legs for days: your tall and long legs highlight your figure in a delicate but imposing way; they are one of your best attributes.

୨ৎ ── Bubble lips: If your legs don't get the attention, your lips will; they are so full, rounded, and shiny because of your gloss that they resemble a bubble.

— IMPACT AND INFLUENCE ⭑.ᐟ

୨ৎ ── Your impact at such a young age is mind-blowing―being like you has been the unfulfilled dream of many; you are and will always be the influence of thousands. Damn, there's even a lifestyle named after you.

୨ৎ ── Your presence is in everything―artists, photographers, and even videogame programmers worldwide want to include something of yours in their work.

୨ৎ ── Everything you do is worthy of becoming popular: from an accessory you wear to how you walk, everyone wants to follow the trends you've set.

୨ৎ ── Flashes are a habit―you're used to the constant attention of cameras; even if you go out on a casual day, there will be people trying to capture your beauty to remember it as their greatest accomplishment.

— MANNERISMS & VIBES ⭑.ᐟ

୨ৎ ── The epitome of elegance―your gentleness to do anything proves that you and your attitude are as precious but fragile as the most beautiful glassware of all.

୨ৎ ── Aegyo princess!―you know how to give people what they want; acting and posing cutely makes anyone's heart melt, it has become second nature at this point.

୨ৎ ── Pouting is your trademark: pouting your lips in a gentle but careless manner has become your signature; every time you are asked for a photo, fans request you to do it to witness it in person.

— FASHION & STYLE ⭑.ᐟ

୨ৎ ── 'Casually' elegant fashion: your most casual outfit could easily appear on a fashion week runway; even if you try to have a simple, relaxed look, you add a touch of luxury.

୨ৎ ── Subtle details―you like to accessorize your outfits with necklaces, headbands, and small earrings that highlight whatever you wear.

୨ৎ ── 'Coquette' Ambassador: Pleated skirts, bows, lace; something subtle but formal. At this point, I think you were the inspo for the creation of the style.

୨ৎ ── You are the greatest accessory: even if you wear a trash bag, your face, posture, and walk will always make you stand out.

[peacheeeliz]

CASUAL

SYNOPSIS ⤏ when wooyoung, mr. "scared of commitment," finds himself catching feelings for you, his supposed friend with benefits, he struggles between keeping things casual or possibly ruining your friendship.

PARING ⤏ nonidol! wooyoung x fem reader

GENRE ⤏ smau, rom-com, established situationship, fwb to lovers, commitment issues wooyoung falls hard for reader

FEATURING ⤏ ateez, minho & hyunjin from skz, renjun from nct, karina from aespa, and ryujin from itzy

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ ggwonnaa on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ no smut, but heavily nsfw/suggestive (they are so horny i fear), swearing, kms/kys & nsfw jokes, pls ignore timestamps 💔

PLAYLIST ⤏ casual, chappell roan | blind eyes red, minnie | selfish waltz, ateez | one more night, maroon 5 | party monster, the weeknd | heartbeat, childish gambino | meddle about, chase atlantic | after hours, the weeknd | les, childish gambino | commitment issues, tiffany day

STARTED ⤏ 4/x/2025

STATUS ⤏ coming soon ♡

NOTE ⤏ just thought i'd tease it before i disappear again 😭😭 this one is gonna take awhile to come out as i'm gonna be busy with school work for the next few weeks, but i will set aside time to work on it in my free time!!

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

hot mess express | pirate's melody

prologue. yes u horny freak

001. thunder storm

002. bros before hoes

MORE TO COME

☆©peacheeeliz, 2025

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ taglist is open!

[soobnny]

right side of my neck — jeongin x reader ; established relationship (0.6k words)

your touch hater bf just wants to kiss you

happy holidays !!!!!!!!!!!

“Innieeeee.”

He’s falling deaf to your whines, one ear and out the other.

“‘M trying to sleep.” You mumble with sleep-riddled voice, trying to push the boy’s face away from yours.

He isn’t quick to give up.

“And ‘m trying to kiss my girlfriend.”

Jeongin’s someone that rarely craves physical intimacy despite having the most beautiful hands and the most perfect lips.

Not that you minded.

You think it’s endearing how he reserves it for you, in the comfort of baggy clothes and the security of his room.

You can’t help but giggle at him. Your touch-hater boyfriend practically begging to keep kissing you. You should relish in this moment a bit longer.

Because apparently he can’t wait until morning, or at least certainly not when he’ll have to be shaken awake in the early hours of dawn for practices and schedules.

His lips stay attached on your skin, open-mouthed kisses pressed on anywhere he can get access to—cheeks, forehead, lips, chin, neck, lips, shoulder, ear, lips.

“Let me kiss you?” Jeongin leaves a trail just before landing back on your lips, hovering. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s past midnight when he’s soft and malleable like this, and begging in slurred vocabulary.

“Please?”

This man is going to kill you one day.

“Okay.”

Your one-word response doesn’t even have time to fizzle out into the air when your boyfriend latches his lips onto yours in an almost neediness.

He’s hazy-eyed, limp-tailed in your arms, and he doesn’t continue down to any more than kissing like he usually does. He knows that you’re tired, so he keeps it at just making out.

It goes on longer than you have the breath for it.

Jeongin allows you the liberty of taking in more air, pulling out to look at the messy plump of your lips, and then your eyes.

He thinks, he should really let you sleep soon.

“One more, promise.”

He whispers, attention span not rich enough to say another word before he’s chasing your lips for the last time. And his hands stay gently at your waist, that it makes you feel warmer than you already do.

Then, when he’s sure he’s kissed you enough to suffice missing your lips during practice, he releases you, and breathes out, “Mkay, you can sleep now. Thanks, baby.”

His fingers hold your body in place that you’re still pressed against him, and it’s really such a delight to witness his droopy eyes and his love-drunk smile and the bashful tint of his cheeks. He dips into your hair, a smile ghosting his lips when he gets a trace of the shampoo he uses.

“Hm, goodnight my Innie.” Your head finds his neck like it’s routine, but he can still hear you mumble against his skin.

“Don’t call me that if you don’t want me to kiss you again.” Jeongin makes a complaining noise, always been weak when you put a possessive determiner before his name.

You can only laugh with your exhaustion.

If any of the boys were to walk in his room, you were sure they’d be surprised at the sight they’d be subjected to. The reminder of their youngest pointedly making attempts to avoid their hugs, just to beg for yours—Han Jisung would throw a tantrum.

(“He must really like her,” Minho says after a chance encounter finding you and Jeongin asleep on the couch.

His hair tickles the skin of your neck at how close he is, and there is a fond smile on Minho’s face at the sight.

“Don’t let Sungie see this.” Felix laughs.)

Jeongin falls asleep before you do. Turns out he wasn’t as awake as you thought he was, but your heart tingles at the thought that he’d spent his last remaining moments of consciousness kissing you.

That, instead of resting to get at least a decent amount of sleep before his schedules, he’d chosen to meet your lips.

“Goodnight, Innie.”

(You let him kiss you again, dumb and needy and soft and knowing, the next evening.)

[i02dollia]

PLEASE ANTON TOP X MALE READER hard in a car 🧎🧎

I don't even speak English but I BEG U

oh don’t worry about it! I think.. I’ll be able to write you up something pretty good <3 hard dom anton? mhhh.

18+ male x male, dom!anton, car sex, dirty talk, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, manhandling, anton is mean!! but also sweet? just ruins reader..

fingers tapping against the ripped jeans you wore in a nervous manner not knowing if turning to look over at anton was a good idea—not after what happened at taro’s party. taking you a few more seconds to muster up the courage, your head finally turned to face him and.. he was already looking at you. his large and veiny hand gripped the steering wheel even though the car had been in park—for how long now? god you weren’t paying attention to anything but the nerves that ate away at your poor overthinking mind. slowly blinking, anton undid the seatbelt so he could turn his body to face you and without a word he continued to stare at you causing your entire body to warm up. “w-what..?”

anton chuckled at how cute you were when so nervous. “hm, I’m not sure. maybe you’d like to go back to taro’s party so you can continue acting like such a whore with seunghan.” typical. turning your head to stare out the window a sigh left your lips—none of this would’ve happened if anton didn’t leave you on the couch for at least 20 minutes. something about wonbin was having a rough time and anton needed to comfort him as always. “just take me home anton.” usually it wasn’t this way—you being bold. that was something you weren’t good at but after hearing the shit he said it was harder than ever to control the small amount of anger that filled your body. “god you’re so cute.” his voice caught you off guard.. it was much deeper than usual, unlike his soft and sweet tone he always had with you. slowly turning to look at him—his hair was pushed back from the leftover sweat from the party and you assumed nerves or maybe anger. his plump lips glossed over from just licking over them and his eyes were dark. his sweet chocolate brown eyes you adored were long gone and this was a new anton. had you two been intimate before? sure. it wasn’t nothing too serious since the both of you were taking the new relationship slow. this look.. was not usual with him.

“do you love me baby, hm? when you look at me like that it just.. makes me feel some sort of way. makes me want to fuck that little ass open and force you to take my big cock whether you like it or not.” your eyes widened. he’s never spoke to you like this before but.. it felt so good. why? this is usually how couples were so why make it so weird with you two? your now sweaty hand gripped the jeans you wore, playing with the hole.

“bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know you’ve been wanting my cock. don’t act so shy and oblivious now. not when I caught you staring at my bulge when we went swimming the other day.” fuck. he caught you and it was humiliating. “c-can we just g-go back to your place n-now? let’s just—” unable to finish your own sentence without the feeling of his warm and large hand gripping your jaw in an aggressive manner, anton forced you to look up at him even sitting in the car he was so big—so so big and strong. your eyes flicked down to his plump lips that were so damn kissable, curse him and those lips that you adored so much. anton only smirked and leaned forward to press a quick peck to your lips hoping to satisfy you with that but.. that wasn’t going to happen. not with just a peck.

“get in the backseat. now.” and you wasted no time getting into the backseat patiently waiting for him to join you, the bulge in his sweatpants only causing you to grow more nervous and excited for what’s to come. anton leaned back against the seat as much as he could before pulling you into his lap, aggressively rocking your hips against his own. a hiss left his lips as he stared up at you—watching how embarrassed you looked. “fuck. this is how you’d ride my cock, want too? bet you do. I know you do. seunghan would never be able to fuck you so good like I can. don’t you ever give him attention. you’re mine, understand that?” you eagerly nodded your head enjoying the way he spoke to you. this was all so new but.. so so good.

anton forced you to dry hump him for the next few minutes until your legs began to shake and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, sweat trickling down the side of your face. “you just came in your pants, what a good little boy.” you whined, feeling more and more humiliated but that was cut short when anton gripped your hips and pushed you up against the door, head hitting the window. “ow—” “shut the fuck up.” you gasped at the sound of your jeans ripping.. anton had not only ripped a bigger hole but completely broke the button and zipper. “t-toni..” his large hands then found the hem of his sweatpants pulling them down swiftly and tossing them to the side. his cock was massive. how you could tell? he wasn’t wearing boxers! his cock hit his abdomen and a hiss left his lips, mouth watering from how pretty and pink his tip was.

“what baby, hm? cat got your tongue? so fucking cute I’m going to destroy you. fuck you so good you’ll never want to think about seunghan again.” all you could do was stare up at him for a moment not knowing what to say or do—drool dripping down from the corner of your mouth and once anton noticed he leaned down, licking up the mess you were making. his lips caught yours and he forced his tongue passed your lips—almost gagging you but that’s the way he liked it. nasty, messy, and rough. slowly but surely anton pulled your own boxers down and tossed them to the side—pulling away from your lips to spit on his two fingers, finding your tight hole and gently rubbing the sensitive area before sticking a finger in. you gasped not expecting it to feel so weird at first and anton leaned down once again to press a kiss to your lips, “relax baby, I got you.” and you knew he did so you nodded and kissed him right back wanting nothing more but his kisses.

“oh fuck. you’re so tight baby.. fuck, touch me.” your hand wrapped around his thick length jerking him off as he started to pump his long finger in and out of you, causing a whimper to leave your wet lips. it felt weird at first of course but the more and more you felt him.. the more you wanted and needed. “m-more.. want more.” and more is what anton gave you, pushing another finger in which made you spread your legs in hopes it would be a better position for the both of you. eyes rolling back from the pleasure you felt just from his fingers—his hand came across your face in a sudden slap. “want my cock, hm? beg for it. beg for my cock and tell me you’ll never talk to seunghan again.” he was always such a jealous mess but he was your mess.

“I-I want your cock so bad—please! I need it. a-and I’ll never talk to hannie again I promise!” you knew the sweet nickname would piss him off even more and that’s what you wanted. “fucking hell—” anton pulled his fingers out of you in a quick motion and licked them clean before he forced your legs more open, as open as you could allow them that was. he lined himself up with your tight hole and slowly pushed the tip in, your eyes squeezing shut from the foreign feeling of it all but the moment his lips were on yours again—it went away. all the worries and pain went away when he kissed you.

“you’re so fucking tight—oh my god.” anton said against your lips before gripping your jaw like before and forcing your mouth open—spitting inside. you knew what to do which was swallow and he groaned at the sight. his pace was slow at first wanting you to get use to the large cock in your ass and once he knew you were ready—his pace was brutal. fast, rough, and hard. “t-toni.. w-wait.” you hiccuped but anton didn’t care. all he cared about was ruining your sweet little ass. all he craved was pumping you full of his load and forcing you to enjoy it. he grabbed ahold of your own cock, jerking you off which only made things much worse but in the best way possible which was a weird way to put it. “oh my god!” anton’s cock was hitting the spot he needed to hit the most and you seen stars. loud and lewd whimpers, moans, gasps, and yelps left your lips as he continued to pound into your ass. his large hand gripping a fist full of your soft locks and pulling back so your head was against the warm glass of the window.

“take my cock. just like that you’re doing so good—oh fuck. fuck. I’m gonna cum. gonna cum in your ass and you’re going to love it, isn’t that right? oh god—yes.” anton came the moment you did all over your own stomach and he pushed his cock as deep as he could go, not wanting a single drop of his cum wasted. his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you onto of him, his cock still buried in your ass which only made you gasp out in pleasure and overstimulation. “shit—sorry baby.. want you to ride me, okay? I’ll give you a few minutes. god you’re so beautiful.” and with that you placed a soft kiss to his sweaty broad chest.

[urno1luv]

ningselle x reader having ig live them being touchy ang being flirty with each other !!

i love this idea omo🫣

as always men and minors dni tank yeww

tags: cunnilingus (r receiving, ning giving), one mild hair pull (giselle), tit sucking (r receiving, gigi giving), fingering (ning giving), soft dom ningselle, fluffy kinda

reader speech: italic + bold

ningselle: just bold

the live starts normal. cute, sweet. you’re sandwiched between ningning and giselle on the dorm couch, hair a little messy, oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, scrolling through comments like you’re not about to be publicly devoured by your own members.

"say hi!" you chirp at the camera, smile wide and warm, totally unaware of the danger you’re in.

but then giselle shifts closer. like closer closer. her thigh pressing into yours, arm thrown around your shoulders all casual-like, except her fingers are brushing up and down your arm very much not casually, and her perfume is fogging up your brain.

"she’s been ignoring me all day," giselle says, voice syrupy sweet, eyes on the chat.

"i think y/n needs to be reminded of who she belongs to."

you choke. literally choke.

the comments explode. CAPS LOCK. screaming emojis. people begging for subtitles, and asking if this is fanservice or a cry for help.

you try to laugh it off, batting at her arm. "giselle, you’re being weird-"

"am i?" her voice is low. dangerous. smug.

and then she leans in closer, her lips barely brushing your ear. "baby, if i wanted to be weird, i’d do it off camera."

ningning silently watches the two of you, making a disgusted face, but decides to join the fun!! her arm snakes around your waist from the other side like it’s nothing, like she owns you too, resting her chin on your shoulder while her hand starts absently playing with the hem of your hoodie.

"don’t be mean, unnie," she pouts, and it’s fake. she’s so fake. she knows exactly what she’s doing. "she’s just shy. aren’t you, baby?"

your mouth opens. no words come out.

because now you’ve got giselle trailing her fingers along your collarbone, and ningning playing with the inside of your sleeve, and the comments are absolutely UNHINGED.

“IS THIS A THROUPLE???”

“DOES SM KNOW?????”

“WHY IS GISELLE LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT”

“NINGNING’S HAND. HER HAND. HER-”

you try to salvage the live. key word try. "guys," you stammer, and your voice is not steady, "let’s answer some questions-"

"i have a question," giselle interrupts, smile all teeth and sin.

"how long are you gonna pretend you don’t love this?"

your brain bluescreens. "w-what-"

"oh c’mon," ningning giggles against your neck, lips brushing your skin.

"you always melt when we touch you like this. don't make that face now, it’s cute."

her hand is sliding up under your hoodie now, off-camera, fingertips just barely grazing your waist, and your breath catches, just for a second, but it’s enough. they both notice.

"there she is," giselle purrs, and you want the floor to swallow you.

your cheeks are burning, your voice is gone, and you can feel their hands on you, warm and teasing and too much but not enough at the same time, and it’s all happening in front of thousands of people watching through a screen that’s showing everything and nothing at once.

the live ends with you barely keeping it together, eyes wide, hair a mess, hoodie halfway off your shoulder, and giselle whispering,

"you’re in so much trouble when this ends."

ningning winks at the camera. "thanks for watching MYs!! we love you as always," she says sweetly.

"and don't worry, we’ll take good care of her."

and then the screen goes black. and the room goes silent. you look at both of them, and they’re looking back at you, which is when you realize that the live was the warm-up.

the suffocating tension that’s been building since the second giselle slid her hand down your arm and ningning started tracing lazy little circles on your thigh.

you try to stand up, play it off, maybe make a joke, but giselle grabs your wrist, gentle but firm, like she’s barely trying and still completely in control.

"don’t run now," she says, voice soft but sharp. "you didn’t run when they were watching."

"unnie, look at y/n," ningning hums, and there’s that tone again-that mocking sweetness that makes your knees weak. "she was squirming the whole time. acting like she didn’t love every second." she leans in, lips brushing your cheek.

"but your eyes? you were begging."

"i wasn’t-" you try, but it’s pathetic. you can hear your own submission in your voice, and that’s it. that’s all giselle needs.

she pulls you back down, right between them again, her hand sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp in pain.

"don’t lie to us," she whispers. her lips are right at your ear now, breath hot, making your heart stutter. "you like when we touch you. when we tease you. when we make you ours in front of everyone."

you should say something. you should.

but then ningning sliding her hand under your hoodie again, cool fingers against your warm skin, nails dragging lightly over your stomach and up your ribs felt too good.

"that’s what i thought," giselle murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek. "you’re such a good girl when you’re flustered."

"she doesn’t deserve to be let off easy," ningning says, all fake innocence, curling up beside you with a grin that’s dangerous.

"i think we should remind her how it feels to really be the center of attention."

"mm," giselle nods, fingers slipping under your chin, tilting your head back until you’re forced to look into her eyes. "make her beg a little. for real this time."

you don’t know where to look-everywhere burns. their hands, their voices, their eyes watching your every twitch and breath and tiny whimper like you’re something fragile they can twist up and remake into something theirs.

"please," you whisper, you don’t even know what you’re asking for, you just need, and the way their expressions darken? yeah. they’ve got you exactly where they want you.

"good girl," giselle breathes. "now sit still. we’re not done showing you off yet." just not for the fans this time. just for them.

"keep up this behaviour and we'll be nice. take off your clothes., y/n."

"please."

that’s the only word you’ve managed in the past two minutes, and it’s already been too much. giselle's lips wrapped around you swollen nipples, with ningyi kissing and biting at your thighs, and you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.

giselle stopped her assualt on you, satisfied with her lipstick smeared all over your chest, her hickies prominent. she moved behind you now, legs bracketing yours, arms looped tight around your waist like a vice. you’re basically in her lap, hoodie pushed up, skin burning where her fingers keep brushing, so slow. so careful. like she’s savoring you. like she owns you.

and ningning? she’s still in front of you, all sweetness and cruelty, laying on her stomach as she leaned in close, close enough that you can feel her breath on your burning core, but not enough that her lips touched.

"you’re being so quiet now, baby," she says, voice all silk and sugar and something darker.

"she’s shy again," giselle hums into your neck, nosing at your jawline like she’s tasting how far she can push.

"so cute. so helpless. she likes being in the middle. doesn’t know where to look, who to listen to, what to do with her hands-"

your breath stutters, your lashes flutter, and that’s when giselle grips your waist. tight. "focus," she hisses, but not angry. hungry. "eyes on ning. she’s waiting."

you try. god, you try. you lock eyes with ningning, and she just smiles. that dangerous, pretty smile she only wears when she’s got you wrapped around her finger.

"good girl," she murmurs. "that’s it."

her hand rises, slow, measured, fingers massaging your slit, and her tongue caressing your folds, moving her tongue in motions that left you shivering in giselle's arms.

"do you like this?" you nod, giselle's mouth close to your ear as she spoke. "say it." you open your mouth. nothing but a whimper comes out.

"she can’t even talk," giselle laughs into your ear, one hand sliding down your stomach, slow enough to make your spine arch.

"and y/nnie was trying to act normal on live. normal. can you believe that?"

"just wanted to look cute for the fans, huh?" ningning pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to your pussy, her fingers thrusting in and out, the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching around her making you burn red with embarrassment.

"should we give them a private performance next time? let them see what a whore for your unnies you are?"

"she’d cry," giselle purrs. "she’s already so close."

you can’t answer, an orgasm ripping through your body, a high pitched moan leaving your mouth. you’re not even sure you remember how to answer. your head’s tipped back, body trembling, held between them like something holy and ruined at the same time.

and then they switch into a softer, gentler version of themselves, satisfied with what they've received from you.

ningning leans forward and kisses your cheek, her plump lips resting there for a few seconds, slowly easing her fingers out.

giselle loosens her grip just a little, arms still locked around you, but her lips at your ear now, whispering: "breathe. we’ve got you."

"you did so well," ningning whispers, brushing your hair back from your face. "so perfect. we’re proud of you."

and just like that, you melt, but not from their touches, not from the teasing, but from the softness underneath all that dominance. the way they’re still holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, like you’re theirs.

and maybe you are. maybe you always were🙂‍↕️

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 20]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.3K

"Sorry, sir. This is a private event for listed vendors only." The guard came up to you and Jihoon.

"Oh, he's with me." You explained to the guard.

"Apologies, miss. But we only have you listed under the florist teams. As this event has tight security and many high profiled guests attending, I cannot allow someone to be here without being checked." The guard said.

"Of course. We understand." Jihoon cut in. He glanced behind the guard and saw Hongjoong standing there, watching the entire exchange with a smirk on his face.

"Actually, are you done? I can head back with you." Jihoon turned to you.

"Oh... I'm not really done yet. Plus, the event is organised by someone I know. You've met him, Hongjoong..." You informed.

"I see. It's fine, I'll see you tomorrow or something. Let us know when you're heading back." Jihoon patted your head. You nodded with an apologetic smile and waved as he headed off.

"Hongjoong, if she finds out, she's not going to be happy." Seonghwa said as Hongjoong watched Jihoon leave with a proud smile.

"Then she won't find out, Hwa." Hongjoong shot his best friend a pointed look and walked away.

"If only I could take (y/n) to the gala with me. Have her on my arm." Mingi said absentmindedly, not realising Hongjoong was standing behind him.

"Mingi." San coughed. Mingi blinked in confusion and turned around to see Hongjoong standing there with a threateningly stoic expression on his face. He reached up to slap the back of Mingi's head and walked over to Yunho, who was discussing things with the venue's manager.

"You're dead." San whistled.

"Not surprising but enlighten me. Why is Mingi hyung dead?" Jongho asked with a snicker, having heard what San said to the taller. Mingi rolled his eyes with a low groan.

"He said he wants to take (y/n) as his date to the gala. Right in front of Hongjoong hyung." San chuckled.

"Goodbye, Mingi hyung." Jongho waved.

"It's not my fault he stood behind me. Besides, he's so protective and possessive of her but he would never admit it or act on his feelings." Mingi scoffed.

"Those that are done can go to the prep rooms." Seonghwa said, calling the younger boys.

"You guys, go first." Hongjoong told everyone. They watched as he jogged to where you were, starting a conversation with you.

"He should just ask her to come with him tonight." Yeosang tilted his head.

"He did. He got rejected. This isn't (y/n)'s scene and Hongjoong hyung doesn't want to make her even more uncomfortable. You should have seen their reactions when they found out that (y/n) was the florist for the gala." Yunho informed.

"Oh, yikes. Okay, let's leave them then." Wooyoung winced as they headed to the rooms where they were going to get dressed and prepare themselves for the gala.

"You did this... Didn't you?" Mingi asked his best friend as they walked side by side.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yunho replied with a glint in his eyes.

"As your best friend, I have to tell you that you're one scary man, Jeong Yunho." Mingi shivered. Yunho burst out laughing, slinging his arm around Mingi's shoulders.

"I am great! I should open a matchmaking service." Yunho joked.

"That's if Hongjoong hyung and (y/n) doesn't kill you first." Mingi raised his eyebrows.

"Hongjoong hyung, I'm not scared of. (y/n) on the other hand... I don't know her well enough to know if she actually has the ability to kill me. But I'm sure they'll thank me soon." Yunho's eyes widened.

"Sure..." Mingi chuckled as they entered the presidential suite, where they will all be getting ready. San and Jongho were already laying in one of the big beds, lounging lazily while Seonghwa and Yeosang were discussing something in front of their iPads. Wooyoung looked like he was scolding someone on the phone.

"The outfits are here." Yunho announced, pulling the clothing rack in that was delivered to them.

"Check through to make sure it's okay." Seonghwa said to everyone. They took turns, unzipping the fabrics and making sure that all their clothing items were there.

"I'm using this space for my accessories." Wooyoung announced, reserving one of the tables so he could lay his things out.

"I'm gonna nap." Jongho yawned and went back to the bed.

"(y/n)." Hongjoong called.

"Hongjoong, I was about to come look for you. I'm done with the set up if you would like the check." You smiled, packing up the empty boxes and your water spritzer.

"No, I won't check. I trust that you know what you're doing." Hongjoong teased you with a cheeky smile.

"Now that makes me more pressured." You punched his arm. You both strolled around the place, giving Hongjoong a chance to check the floral arrangements. But to be honest, he wasn't even really paying attention to the flowers.

"So, are you thinking of heading back already?" Hongjoong asked.

"I feel like I should stay in case anything goes wrong when the gala starts but if you think I should go home now, I can...?" You looked at him, giggling.

"No! No, no. That's not what I'm saying. You can stay as long as you like." Hongjoong involuntarily raised his voice defensively.

"I'm just kidding, Hongjoong." You smiled.

"We have rooms to rest in until the gala begins, if you'd like to hang out there. It's upstairs." Hongjoong offered. You thought about it, should you be seen hanging out around them?

"Don't worry." Hongjoong said softly, as if he knew your fears. You chewed on your bottom lip but nodded.

"Alright, this way." He gestured and you both headed to the lift.

Hongjoong's right, you shouldn't feel uncomfortable. You're just friends with Hongjoong and you didn't have any ulterior motive in being his friend, you didn't even know he was rich before. He was always known to you as Mrs Kim's son. You were just unfamiliar with all the looks and stares.

"Are you hungry? We usually get food." Hongjoong asked as you both travelled in the lift.

"No thanks, I'm good. But also, don't you guys have like michelin star chefs and all that cooking for the gala tonight? Wouldn't you guys be too full?" You asked.

"We're usually too busy to eat since we're handling other things, networking, greeting people, all that." He explained.

"Also, you've seen the boys eat. They can eat multiple meals in one seating." He added.

"Yes, I have seen that. They do eat a lot." You laughed. Hongjoong led you to the presidential suite and swiped his room card, opening the door for you to enter.

"(y/n)'s here." Hongjoong said to the boys, not announcing your arrival but more of a warning to them.

"Hi again, (y/n)." Yunho waved but his eyes were glued to the screen of the gaming console.

"Hi, Yunho and Yeosang." You chuckled, sitting on the couch behind him and Yeosang, who were challenging each other in some game that looked like street fighter. Yeosang gave you a backwards wave as he focused on trying to beat Yunho.

"(y/n), can I try to change your mind in attending the gala with me tonight?" Wooyoung sat on the couch beside you and slung an arm around your shoulders.

"Are you asking me to be your date?" You raised an eyebrow.

If you saw Hongjoong now, you would have seen him about to burst a blood vessel but he stood behind you, plotting Wooyoung's death.

"Of course, we'll be the next power couple." Wooyoung smirked. You just laughed in reply.

"Thanks for the flattery, Wooyoung. But it's really not my scene. You guys know this rich people world and I don't." You giggled. Despite this, Wooyoung didn't remove his arm from you.

"Don't go touching people without permission." Hongjoong growled and pinched Wooyoung's arm, making him recoil.

"If you're worried about looks, I can get you dress right here, right now. Just say the words." Wooyoung winked.

"Let it rest, Wooyoung ah. Don't make (y/n) feel cornered." Seonghwa said with a chuckle, hiding under the guise that he was caring for you. Actually, he didn't want Hongjoong to have a heart attack or stroke right before the gala just because Wooyoung was deliberately trying to rile him up.

"Here." Hongjoong passed you a glass of sparkling water with a lime wedge, noticing you didn't have anything to drink yet. You received it with a grateful smile.

"Room service is here." Mingi yawned, going to open the door for the staff to enter who pushed in carts of food.

"Wow, that's a lot of food." Your eyes widened.

"Told you. Help yourself, okay?" Hongjoong smiled, taking a plate and handing it to you first before the boys could ravage the food. Since you were not that hungry, you grabbed some fries first.

"Isn't anyone gonna wake San and Jongho?" Yeosang asked as he turned off the game.

"Nope. They snooze, they lose." Yunho stretched his arms, putting a forkful of pasta and a chunk of steak on his plate.

"Let me know what time I should leave for you guys to get ready." You told them.

"Get ready to stay the entire time because we will never tell you to leave, (y/n)." Mingi laughed. You laughed along with him, shaking your head.

You thought they were joking but Mingi was right, the boys all adored you too much to tell you to leave. Usually, they wouldn't care and just speak their minds but with you, even as their friend, they liked having you around with them.

But when the time came, you did excuse yourself, letting the boys change and get ready while you went downstairs.

"Hey, you! I've been trying to talk to you. You didn't mention that you're close friends with the organiser!" The girl from before came up to you with a big grin.

"Honestly, I didn't even know they were the organisers. Both us didn't know." You rubbed the back of your neck.

"You're so lucky, they're all so good looking. And no one dares to approach them because of their status." She giggled.

"We're just friends, I guess I never took into account their status." You shrugged.

"Some of the guests are arriving soon. If you want to observe the event, we can stand over there to remain out of the way." She pointed to the corner.

"Thank you. I just want to make sure the flowers are okay. If there are any that are wilting or drooping, I'll change it." You explained.

"Sure. I have to go help with ushering. See you!" She patted you on the shoulder and ran off.

You tried your best to stay hidden by the corner of the room, watching as guests finally began to stroll in. They were all high society people, you even recognised some celebrities and politicians here. Compared to the simple clothes you were wearing, they were dressed to the nines.

You have never felt so out of place.

"Entering now, let's welcome to organisers of this gala." The announcer said. You turned your head to see the 8 standing there, dressed in their matching purple, velvet outfits.

"Good evening." They walked down the stairs together, the diamonds of their accessories shining under the light of the chandelier.

"Wow." You couldn't help but admire how handsome all of them were. Everyone clapped for them.

They scattered around, with people rushing to greet them and shake their hands. Hongjoong looked so different, confident and charismatic as he greeted people.

"Mr Kim. Nice to see you." An older gentleman approached Hongjoong with a girl by his side, you figured she was his daughter.

"Hongjoong. How are you?" She smiled and pulled Hongjoong into a hug of familiarity.

"I hope you 2 are enjoying the gala so far." Hongjoong smiled back. The girl naturally hugged Hongjoong's arm as he conversed with her and her father.

"She's so pretty." You couldn't help but comment to yourself. She was obviously rich, someone from Hongjoong's world. You tried to ignore the sudden tighteness in your chest, clearing your throat and tearing your eyes away to observe the rest of the gala.

Then you were struck with a reality check. This scene wasn't you, you were not familiar with this. This wasn't your world.

"(y/n), are you alright?" You didn't realise that Jongho had come over to you, noticing the tense look on your face. Blinking to re-focus yourself, you nodded your head.

"Everything looks under control here so I think I'm going to head back." You told him.

"Are you sure? If you're not feeling well, you can rest in the room. We don't mind it." He tried to offer his room card to you.

"No, no. It's fine, Jongho. I'm fine, don't worry, thank you for the offer though. I'll just go home now, see you." You forced a small smile and patted his arm.

"Wait, at least let me arrange for our driver to send you back. It's late and you shouldn't be alone." He protested.

"Thanks but I'd rather walk. Have a nice evening." You said and left before he could insist further.

You and Jongho didn't realise that while talking to business partners, Hongjoong kept his eye on you the entire time. He wasn't even focusing on what the man and his daughter was saying.

"Jongho, is (y/n) okay? Where did she go?" When he was finally able to get away from the very boring conversation, he caught the youngest by the arm. When he saw you leave the ballroom with a slightly grim expression after speaking with Jongho and not returning, he was worried.

"She said she's fine but I'm not sure. I told her that she could go up to the room to rest but she wanted to go home." Jongho explained.

"Did you get the driver to send her back? It's so late." Hongjoong asked, checking his watch to see the time.

"No. I wanted to and insisted but she wanted to go home on her own, she walked away before I could argue further. Hyung, is everything okay?" Jongho blinked.

"Yeah..." Hongjoong replied, absentmindedly.

"I need to-" Hongjoong was cut off by Seonghwa heading over with someone else.

"There he is. Hongjoong, I've been looking for you. This is the new medical director that will be overseeing our new wing at the hospital." Seonghwa smiled as he introduced.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr Kim. Thank you for entrusting me with such a responsibility. I will not let you down." The male bowed.

"Sure." Hongjoong said, not shaking the guy's hand. Seonghwa could tell his best friend's mind was somewhere else.

"Hyung, you go ahead. I'm Choi Jongho, one of the 8 leader seats of the organisation." Jongho cut in front of Hongjoong, shaking the guy's hand on behalf of Hongjoong. Hongjoong patted Jongho on the shoulder and walked away.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Choi." The male bowed with a smile. Even if Hongjoong was the leader, Jongho was just as important. Seonghwa's eyes subtly followed where Hongjoong disappeared to.

"Excuse me." Seonghwa said politely and excused himself, scanning the room to find Hongjoong.

"Hyung, what's wrong?" San asked.

"Nothing. Did you see Hongjoong?" Seonghwa asked back, still looking around for the missing captain but there was just too many people. San shook his head.

"I can't believe he went AWOL." Seonghwa cursed.

"What? I'm sure he is somewhere, hyung. We've all been roped into conversations with people. Maybe he's just occupied." San said.

"No, he's gone." Seonghwa sighed with a shake of his head. Taking his phone out, he sent Hongjoong a quick text before he was soon approached by yet another business partner.

"Yunho sshi, did you see Hongjoong sshi? I've been looking for him since our conversation earlier." A girl came up to the taller.

"No, weren't you with him? Talking with your father." Yunho tilted his head.

"He said he will be right back and just disappeared. He was talking to Jongho sshi about something." The girl said. Yunho nodded and saw the maknae engaged in a conversation with the new medical director. Being taller than the rest, he was able to easily look through the crowd. That was when he noticed someone else missing.

"Maybe he's just talking to other business partners. There is a lot to discuss tonight with multiple people." Yunho lied. The girl's cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Right, I understand." She cleared her throat and left.

"Jongho ah, did Hongjoong hyung and (y/n) run away together?" Yunho approached the youngest.

"Yeah. She looked upset about something and left to go home. I told Hongjoong hyung and he seemed quite bothered by it. I wouldn't be surprised if he left the party." Jongho sighed.

Hongjoong didn't really know where to go. He didn't want to call you and make you think he was watching you or something.

"Where to go?" He stood in the middle of the street, wondering if he should go to your home or the shop.

"Mister, are you a celebrity?" A couple of girls approached him. Right, he forgot that he was in his gala outfit and wearing God knows how much money worth of white gold and diamonds.

With a frown, Hongjoong ignored the girls and walked away. He walked to your shop, knowing it wouldn't be right for him to just show up at your door step. He wouldn't know how to explain himself if you asked why he was there.

"Hongjoong?" You froze when you opened the front door, intending to water your plants outside, seeing the male there.

"(y/n)." Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief.

"Wha-What are you doing here? Is the gala over? Did something happen?" You blinked, frowning slightly in worry. Hongjoong shook his head and walked towards you.

"Hongjo-" You were cut off when he suddenly pulled you into a tight hug, effectively cutting you off.

"I hate when you're upset. I worry when you're upset." He whispered.

"Upset? I'm not upset. There's nothing to worry about." You stated, unsure of what to do with your hands. Were you supposed to hug him back?

"I know you are. If you weren't, you wouldn't have left." He said. You felt the warmth of his cheek against your own.

"I'm not..." You didn't really know what to say. You were stunned, to be honest, because you didn't think that he would have noticed.

"We shouldn't do this outside. People are staring." You suddenly said. Hongjoong pulled away and nodded. Keeping your gaze down, you walked back into the shop with him in tow. Once you were in and away from public eye, you turned to look at him.

"I'm not upset. I didn't leave because I was upset." You stated, eyes looking everywhere else but him.

"Then?" Hongjoong tilted his head.

"I don't know. I don't know how to explain it because I barely know what I'm feeling. It's not that I won't explain it, it's that I can't." You let out a soft sigh of frustration.

"May I?" He asked softly, holding his hand out to you. You stared at it for a few seconds, hesitating before putting your hand in his.

"(y/n), I... I never expected it and I'm guessing you too. But I like you and not just a friend." Hongjoong said.

"What?" Your head shot up.

"I know you think we're very different and maybe we are. But our worlds don't have to be parallel. Look where we are, we've met somehow. And if you would give me a chance..." He trailed off.

"Hongjoong, I... I don't... I..." You didn't know what to say but your first instinct was to retract your hand.

~

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Wooyoung + Subtle ways he shows he loves you

Scenarios/Headcanons: Subtle ways Wooyoung shows he loves you

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Gn!Reader

Requested by: Anon

A/N's: Banner photos are simply for aesthetic, everything I write is a Gn!Reader/Non detailed Reader insert!

Warnings: Mentions of food/cooking. Physical Affection (mild/playful).

Words: ~380

Other Versions: Yunho || Mingi || Hongjoong || San

In true Wooyoung fashion; love bites. Quick nips to your neck, ears, hand, shoulders, etc, anywhere he can get to in the moment. (Don't bite him back though, unless you want to start a war)

Aegyo at you from across the room to make you smile/laugh.

Showing you he is there by touching you in some way at all times. Holding your hands, arm around waist, arm across shoulder, cuddles up against you, etc.

Bringing you snacks and food back from various countries, for you to have snack taste tests with together.

Cooking for you when you've had a long day, or cooking for you in the morning to surprise you.

Leaving you his shirts or jackets on purpose so you can wear them when he is not there.

Leaving you random cute and funny notes around for you to find.

Or sending you random voice notes throughout the day, so you don't forget his voice (as if you ever could).

Inside jokes just to make you laugh, especially if you are in an uncomfortable situation or are upset at something.

Gets lost staring at you, often mid conversation with someone else, but he saw you so now you are all that is on his mind.

Alternatively, accidentally stops listening when you are talking to him, and instead just admires you with a big grin as you talk.

Having your back no matter what, even if he has no idea what is going on. A real ride or die.

Cheek pinches (face or butt it doesn't matter)

Tells you anything and everything. All the tea, all the drama, everything. If he knows, now you know.

Has a list of restaurants and fun places to take you to on his day's off and on date nights.

Also has a list of things you've mentioned that you like, dislike, want to try, etc.

Matching bracelets you made for each other with a craft kit he bought you "ironically".

Random bear hugs from behind, often with you being lifted off the ground.

Playlists made for you, and playlists that are inspired by you (he listens to them and thinks about you and your relationship while he is away from you for work).

Sending you a food delivery while you are at work/school to make sure you eat.

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No More Arguing | DK

Requested by: @reiofsuns2001

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x GF!Reader

Synopsis: Seokmin has a major argument with his girlfriend and comes to realize he hates arguing with her. Using prompt 07 from my tumblr birthday prompts: “Arguing with you is horrible and I don’t ever want to live life without you.” 

Genre: Angst, fluff, slice of life

Word count: 556

Warnings: Argument. Threat of break-up. Ends with fluff.

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His fight with Y/N was eating away at Seokmin. They've had their fair share of arguments in their relationship, mostly playful banter, the occasional serious one but none of them were to this extent. They would make up within in minutes, both apologizing even if just one of them was in the wrong. But this was different.  

It had been hours since he walked out after she threatened to end their relationship. He didn't get far before the guilt started gnawing at him. He spent the next few hours sitting on one of the park benches outside their apartment building. 

Seokmin leaned back against the cool metal of the bench, staring up at the afternoon sky. All he could think about was Y/N's hurt expression when he walked out. It felt like a weight pressing down on his chest. He knows that they both have strong personalities and that their more serious arguments can get heated, but this time felt different. The thought of losing Y/N makes his stomach churn. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he sends her a quick text after getting an idea. 'I'm sorry. Let's go for a walk and talk this through.' he texts before sending through another one with a simple 'please.' 

He waits a few minutes for her to reply and when she doesn't, he tries calling her. As he waits for her to answer, she approaches him. "I'm here," she says getting his attention. 

The sight of her sent a rush of relief through him, but he could also see her own lingering hurt mixed with guilt and unsureness in her eyes. He quickly stands up, turning his body to face her. “Arguing with you is horrible and I don’t ever want to live life without you.”   

"I hate arguing with you too. I'm sorry as well," she says, sniffling. "I didn't mean it when I said we should break up." 

Seokmin’s heart swelled with relief at her words. “Really?' he asks the tension between dissipating just a little. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. 

"I love you too much to let you go," Y/N nods stepping closer to him and wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.  

"I love you too," he feels a rush of warmth as he embraced her, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away again. “I don’t want to argue anymore, not like that,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “Can we promise each other that?” 

Y/N nodded, her expression softening, "I promise, and I also promise I won't threaten to break up with you again." 

He smiles and leans down to press his lips softly against hers. "And I promise not to walk out on you again." 

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We’re a team, and we can work through anything together.” She took a step back, still holding onto one of his hands. "Should we go for that walk? Maybe stop by our favourite place and get something to eat?' 

“That sounds perfect,” he replied, the big smile she fell in love with when they met breaking across his face. The tension that had wrapped around them like a heavy blanket began to lift as they walked side by side, fingers intertwined. 

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Covenant

Choi Seunghyun x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Your 'honeymoon' is off to a crazy start and the first full day comes to an interesting end after a successful day out as newlyweds. Warnings: SMUT! Mutual masturbation. Angst but some fluff too if you squint. A/N: Idk where this story is going, so I'm along for the ride like the rest of you. Follow me for updates! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates and thank you for reading! This in no way shape or form represents Seunghyun as a person, it's a fictional story. PART 1

Seunghyun sneaks out of the bedroom, attempting to not disturb your restful slumber. He’s on his way outside to make a phone call when the light catches your face from the open curtain across the room. You look ethereal in the moonlight, enough for him to almost want to apologize for snapping at you earlier.

Almost.

He sighs as he notices the blanket half on your body and half on the floor, he quietly tip toes over to place the blanket on your shoulders, completely unaware that you’re still awake. He places a ghost like kiss to the top of your head before heading out. Your breath catches and you only find the will to breathe again once the door latches behind him.

He hits the call button on the name “Hae”. He waits for it to ring, the ocean offering a white noise background.

“Hey, jagi,” he smiles into the phone.

“Hey, baby,” her voice is seductive. It makes Seunghyun bite his lip, “Get to the resort ok?”

“Yeah, we got settled ok.”

“Where’s your wifey,” she mocks the word with disdain and venom.

“On the couch.” His voice is casual.

“I don’t see why you needed to do this,” she pouts.

“I told you, management said a marriage was the best option for building my image up again,” he sighs as he rubs his temple.

“You could’ve married me,” she sighs. Seunghyun has to stop himself from laughing. Hae was fun and great for a release, but he didn’t see her as a girlfriend, let alone a wife.

“Y/n wasn’t in the public eye and lets be honest, she looks more,” he pauses trying not to piss her off, “Conservative,” is the only word that comes to mind. He peeks at you from the window, your body slowly moving up and down.

“I miss you,” she whines in the phone.

“I miss you too, but I’ll be home soon,” he smiles.

“Wanna have some fun?” he can hear the smirk in her voice.

“Always,” he smiles as he makes his way inside. You hear him tip toe back to the bedroom and before long, the quiet house is filled with muffled moans and whimpers that are straight up erotic. You find yourself squeezing your thighs together at the sound of his voice. A quiet whimper escapes you at the torture of your senses. You shift on the couch trying to ignore it. Pictures flood your mind of what he must look like, his cock tight in hand, his head titled backward and mouth partially agape. His stomach muscles contracting as he nears his finish. You shake your head trying to remove the image.

You huff knowing now you won’t be able to sleep. You look at the clock on the wall.

5:45 am

You toss the blanket to the back of the couch and decide to get an early start to the day. You make yourself a small breakfast all the while hearing your husband’s sex noises on the other side of the door. You bite your lip trying not to imagine, once again, how good he must look. Seunghyun might not be the nicest guy you’d ever met, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good looking. You sit at the counter ready to eat when the door opens again. You force your face forward.

Seunghyun stops in his tracks when he see’s your awake. His face goes red but he composes himself as he walks into the kitchen.

“What no breakfast for me?” He eyes you.

“Too tired to make your own?” Your smirk and his jaw ticks.

“You were listening?”

“Hard not to when you’re so damn loud,” you take a forceful bite of your eggs.

“I woke you?” he asks. You shrug at his question and walk past him to place your plate in the sink. You go back to the bedroom and change into your bathing suit.

“Where are you going?” He calls out. You walk back out and point towards the back door.

“To the beach?” you more so ask like it isn’t obvious. You walk past him to grab a towel from the bathroom.

“Seriously, no breakfast? You’re my wife now.” You chuckle darkly at his words.

“Only in public,” you put up a finger with a smug smirk.

“So, make your own breakfast,” you grab the towel and your phone and head down to the beach to watch the sunrise. You get settled on the sand when the phone rings.

Jiyong’s name pops up and you smile.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t wake you?” the waves roll in and crash against the sand.

“No, I couldn’t hardly sleep last night.” Jiyong’s stomach twists at your words.

“Wow, had you up all night, huh?” you can hear the tease in his voice.

“Uh, yeah something like that,” you bite your lip. You hear him chuckle.

“Well as long as he’s treating you well.” You don’t respond, rather you watch the sunrise. The silence that stretches between you is comfortable.

“Listen I won’t keep you from him, but I just wanted to call and be sure everything was good. He was supposed to text me last night just to let me know you both made it out there ok, but I guess he was just too busy.” Jiyong sighs. The frustration and lack of sleep pile up and you have to bite your tongue to keep form spilling everything. Part of the deal was that no one could know. But at the same time, didn’t he have someone who knew?

-

You’re lying in the chair, the sun bright and warm on your skin with your eyes closed when you notice a shadow come over you. It’s your husband.

“You’re blocking my sun,” you sigh.

“We need to go out today, be seen in public." You sigh in response.

“I don’t want to go out today. I want to stay here and relax before the greatest shit show of the century is performed.” You look up at him over the rim of your sunglasses.

“We have to at least go out to dinner, and we can’t be separated this long. We have to play it up whenever we’re out.”

“Seunghyun it’s a private beach, we’re fine,” you wave him off as you settle back into your chair.

“Y/n, I’m serious. Where you go, I need to go. Where I go, you need to go.” His voice is stern.

“Fine,” you smirk to yourself.

“I’m getting in the ocean.” You swing your legs to the other side of the chair and strut past him, your hips swaying back and forth.

“I’m not dressed for,” Seunghyun trails off, but it’s too late.

“Not my problem,” you shout out as your legs slowly sink into the water. He huffs walking back to your room to change. You float along the water, carefully stepping as to not get stung by a jellyfish. When Seunghyun comes back out he scans the water and his heart races against his ribs.

He can’t find you.

“Y/n,” he calls out trying to sound calm.

“This isn’t funny!” He says as he runs to the water, still not seeing you. You hear call your name, and while you know it’s not productive, at least it’s entertaining. You can’t help but giggle as you hide behind a rock.

“Y/n!” his voice is now frantic, and you can’t help the loud laughter coming from deep in your belly.

“Are you fucking serious? You had me worried!” he shouts as he takes a breath, eyes studying your movements.

“Oh relax, it was just a,” before anymore words can come out, a wave crashes against the rocks taking you under water and causing you to bump your head.

“Y/N!” he yells as he dives underwater quickly coming to your rescue. He pulls your body to him and swims back to shore. Your body is laid on the sand so he can perform CPR.

“Come on, don’t you dare die on me.” He murmurs as he pumps your chest. Nothing.

“Come on, y/n,” he says as he does it again. He breathes air into your mouth, the first time his lips are on yours in private is so he can literally save your life. He continues for another minute, until you suddenly choke up water and gasp for air.

“What the,” you look around, seeing the sun shinning just behind his head. Seunghyun has a mix of relief and obvious anger on his face.

“That’s what you get for acting stupid,” he says before he gets up and leaves you in the sand for a moment.

You take a moment to steady yourself before standing up and following after him. He heads back into the airbnb running his hand through his hair. The rest of the day you both are out together, acting like nothing happened. Cameras flash constantly with fans wanting pictures and videos of the two of you acting like sweet newlyweds.

He takes you to a romantic dinner, where there are paparazzi set up by his media team. The two of you are out of ear shot as they aren’t allowed in the restaurant.

“Thanks for saving me this morning,” you glance up at him from the menu. His brows raise.

“Can’t help my image if you’re dead,” he smiles at you for the camera but his voice is filled with frustration.

“Why didn’t you just marry your little fling back home,” your voice comes out irritated despite the happy looking smile. That grabs his attention.

“None of your fucking business, dear,” his smile is wicked as he caresses your hand.

“Don’t mention her again, or I will stop this whole thing.”

“You need me,” you try to retort.

“Not that fucking bad,” he growls.

“And you know you need the money, so play by my rules or don’t play at all.” His gaze is intense, intimidating.

“Your sister wouldn’t fair well if the bills stopped getting paid.” Your breath catches and you sigh setting down your menu.

“Where are you going,” he asks looking you up and down. He had to admit your dress hugs all the right places.

“To the bathroom. Just order me whatever,” you wave him off as you walk to the back. Seunghyun shrugs, despite the overwhelming feeling of guilt for the way he just snapped.

You shut the door behind you, taking a deep breath as tears once again brim your eyes. This is something you’ve become used to, the emotions becoming over whelming and the frustration Seunghyun causes within you. You take out your phone and hover over Jiyong’s name. You have half a mind to call him, after all he always made you feel calm if you could just hear his voice, and right now you need a friend. But your better judgment races in and forces you to put the phone away.

You check yourself in the mirror taking a few deep breaths.

Your life really is turning into a freaking Wattpad story.

-

Back at the house, the air between you is awkward, the two of you put on the show for the camera’s but once out of sight, things went back to normal. Awkward silences and all. You decide you need a relaxing bath after such a long day and you can see Seunghyun trying to undo his tie, but his fingers just can’t seem to get it.

“Here,” you mumble as you walk toward him. He looks at you through the mirror and raises a brow. You look back at him, motioning for him to turn. He isn’t much taller than you, just four, maybe five, inches. You can feel his eyes on your face as your fingers move to undo the knot in his tie. It unravels easily, and you slowly slide it off, your eyes coming up to meet his. His face is unreadable.

“There,” you say as you had him the garment. You walk over to ‘your side’ of the bed, the one you’ve yet to actually sleep in and you attempt to undo the zipper of your dress. Seunghyun watches as you struggle for a moment, his carnal inhibitions out the window, when he walks over and places a hand on your hip, steadying you and the other hand goes to the zipper.

You freeze at the contact, he’s rarely ever touched you, let alone like this. You both still for a moment as the sound of the zipper stops and you both look at each other in the full-length mirror.

“There,” he whispers in your ear before walking out of the room. Your hip burns where he touched, it’d been so long since you’d been touched. Being in a relationship like this made dating almost impossible.

What if you were seen you out with someone else? What if it got leaked? No, dating was out of the question, which meant that sex was too.

You walk into the bathroom, locking the door. The dress pools in the floor and you step out of the puddle. You run the bath, not caring about anything but yourself at this moment. Slowly your hands roam your own body, sensations taking over that you haven’t felt in months. You bite your lip as you sink down into the warm water. You know Seunghyun’s out there, but if he could tease you with his sounds, you’d do the same. If he was allowed to have some fun, so could you.

Your hands continue exploring your chest, your head thrown back as the sensitivity of your body is at an all time high. Images of Seunghyun listening just across the door flood your mind and it makes your arousal pool even more.

You bite your lip as your hand dips into the water between your legs, slowly rubbing circles over your nub. You gasp at the sensation and shut your eyes, a loud moan accidently escaping.

Seunghyun is in the living room when he realizes his phone needs to charge. He’s in the bedroom plugging it up, when he hears it, a sound that makes his knees weak from the bathroom on the other side of the door next to the bed.

He freezes as he continues to listen to the moaning and whimpering that come out of the room. He feels his pulse skyrocket and his flesh heat up.

Who knew you could sound so beautiful?

As you continue your exploration thoughts of Seunghyun from last night flash into your mind, how his face might have contorted to how it would feel to actually feel him. You tease yourself a little at the thought.

“Fuck,” you shout a little louder than you mean to, but at this moment you don’t care.

Seunghyun’s pants are growing increasingly tight, he can’t help but palm himself to the sounds you’re making. He shutters and decides he can do one of two things.

He can leave the room entirely, or get off with you. He chooses the latter. He sneaks his hand in his pants and slowly grasps himself, a sharp hiss elicits from his mouth. His pants come all the way off with his boxers allowing him to spring free he lays on the bed, listening to the whining and moaning that’s up ticking in volume.

He strokes himself imaging you with those stupid doe eyes you give him that he secretly knows he loves. That grin you give him when you feel smug about a situation, like earlier this morning on the beach, the way you looked at him as if he was the only man on the planet sometimes when the two of you are out together.

That’s when you hear it, Seunghyun’s own sounds are coming from the bedroom. Your eyes snap open and your head snaps to the door.

Oh no. He’s heard you.

Your face heats up as his noises are getting louder, and despite the embarrassment, you realize he’s getting off to you, and you continue. It’s not long before you reach your high and you’re panting. He’s right behind you, his high coming in waves as it spills onto his stomach. The two of you take a moment to come back to reality. You wash yourself off in the tub while Seunghyun cleans himself up and puts on a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt. You step out of the bathroom, trying to act like nothing happened.

He isn’t in there and you breathe a sigh of relief. He’s in the kitchen and you can hear him rustling around. You keep to yourself, changing into an oversized t shirt and shorts. You slowly make your way out to the couch, and you both accidently make eye contact.

Your face flushes with embarrassment as you sit down on the couch, turning on the tv. You try to ignore the holes you feel burning into the back of your head. He stops whatever it is that he’s doing and heads into the bedroom. You hear the door slam shut and the lock click.

Seunghyun’s face is in his hands. What in the world just happened. He tried to distract himself from the impending feeling guilt and shame, but it wouldn’t work forever. He sits on the bed, knowing that if he asks you to stay in the room tonight, it’s going to lead to something neither of you can come back from. So instead, he turns out the light and tries to get some sleep.

*This is my original work, please do not repost*

Tags: @breakmeoff @ilovethe141

[luvyoo18]

STAY UP

This story was inspired by the song Stay Up by Baekhyun.

Pairing : Yoon Jeonghan x Y/N

Genre : Smut, Romance, Marriage.

Content Warning : Contains sexual scenes, minors please do not interact!!

Summary: Jeonghan and Y/N's marriage becomes abnormal due to the personal secrets they each keep.

The wedding photos were deceptively beautiful. Y/N, radiant in white (a dress chosen more for its lack of fussy layers than its romance), stood beside Yoon Jeonghan, looking impossibly sharp in his tailored suit. They both managed convincing smiles for the camera, a feat of social engineering honed over thirty years of navigating expectations. Behind the smiles, however, lay a minefield of mutual discomfort.

Their mothers, beaming like proud generals who’d successfully negotiated a peace treaty (or perhaps an invasion), clinked champagne glasses. "Aren't they perfect?" Mrs. Yoon gushed to Mrs. L/N. "So calm and mature together."

"Exactly!" Mrs. L/N agreed, nudging Y/N’s aunt. "None of that silly, clingy nonsense you see these days."

If only they knew.

Y/N and Jeonghan's courtship, if you could call it that, had been a masterclass in avoidance. Set up on a blind date orchestrated by their mothers ("Just coffee! No pressure!"), they'd found common ground in their shared desire for the date to end quickly. Jeonghan admired Y/N's efficiency in ordering and paying her share. Y/N appreciated Jeonghan's lack of lingering eye contact. A second 'date' involved a silent walk through an art gallery, mostly spent looking at the art, not each other.

The marriage proposal hadn't involved kneeling or rings presented under moonlight. It was more of a business negotiation, prompted by relentless maternal pressure.

"Look," Jeonghan had said stiffly over lukewarm tea, carefully placing his cup exactly in the center of its saucer. "Our mothers aren't going to let this go. We're both thirty. We're both... functional adults. Perhaps a mutually beneficial arrangement would satisfy everyone and allow us to continue our lives with minimal interference?"

Y/N, who had been mentally cataloging the different types of clay she wanted to order, blinked. "A mutually beneficial arrangement? Like... marriage?"

"Precisely. Separate finances, naturally. Shared living space for appearances, but ample personal space. Minimal social obligations together. It seems... efficient."

Y/N considered it. No more awkward setups. No more pitying looks from relatives. An escape route from the 'why are you still single?' interrogation at every family gathering. Plus, Jeonghan seemed blessedly uninterested in… well, touching her. A major bonus.

"Okay," she'd agreed, surprising even herself. "But I get the bigger spare room for my pottery wheel."

"Acceptable," Jeonghan had replied, giving a curt nod.

And so, they got married.

Their newlywed life settled into a pattern of polite coexistence. They lived in Jeonghan's spacious, minimalist apartment – a place so clean and organized it sometimes felt like living in a high-end furniture catalog. Y/N had claimed the large spare room, filling it with her potter's wheel, bags of clay, sketchpads, and half-finished knitting projects, turning it into a cozy pocket of creative chaos within Jeonghan's pristine world.

Their primary form of communication was via text or sticky notes left on the gleaming refrigerator.

Jeonghan: Have a board meeting until 8. Don't wait up.

Y/N: Okay. Made extra curry, it's in the fridge. Use a clean spoon.

Jeonghan: Okay, Thank you. I will wash the dishes.

Y/N: Mom called. Wants to know when we're 'making her a grandma'. I told her the stork got lost.

Jeonghan: Adequate deflection. Thank you.

Physical proximity was navigated with the precision of bomb disposal experts. Passing in the hallway involved flattening themselves against opposite walls. If one was in the kitchen, the other would wait until the coast was clear. Handing something over? It was always placed down on a surface for the other to pick up. Never hand-to-hand. A dropped fork during their rare shared meals was cause for a silent, awkward standoff until one of them retrieved it with a napkin.

Neither questioned the other's behavior. Deep down, both were secretly relieved. Thank God, Y/N often thought, he's not one of those touchy-feely types. Jeonghan, meanwhile, appreciated Y/N's respect for personal boundaries, interpreting it as mature independence.

But the secret weighed on them.

Y/N visited Dr. Lee, a kind, middle-aged therapist, every other Tuesday. "It's just... texture," she tried to explain, twisting the strap of her bag. "Skin on skin. It feels... invasive. Like static electricity, but unpleasant. Even hugs from my mom feel like I have to brace myself."

"And your husband?" Dr. Lee asked gently.

"Jeonghan? Oh, he's fine. He's not... demanding. Very respectful of space. It works." She forced a smile. "It's just... society, you know? People expect newlyweds to be... clingy. My mom keeps asking about grandkids. It's stressful."

Jeonghan saw Dr. Choi, a sharp, analytical psychiatrist, on Wednesday afternoons. "The expectation of physical intimacy in a marriage is... illogical," Jeonghan stated, adjusting his perfectly straight tie. "It serves no practical purpose beyond procreation, which isn't currently on the agenda. Casual touch feels… grating. Unnecessary friction."

"Does your wife initiate contact?" Dr. Choi inquired.

"Y/N? No. She seems quite self-contained. Which is... fortunate." A pause. "However, external pressures persist. My mother gifted us a 'romantic weekend getaway' voucher. I managed to 'lose' it."

Both doctors offered coping strategies. Breathing exercises. Gradual exposure therapy (which both secretly balked at). Communication techniques. But neither Y/N nor Jeonghan could bring themselves to confess their aversion to each other. What if the other person was perfectly normal and thought they were a freak? What if it shattered their carefully constructed, peacefully distant arrangement? The risk felt too high.

So they continued their polite charade, two ships passing in the night, living under the same roof but separated by an invisible, untouchable wall. Y/N poured her energy into latte art and sculpting lopsided mugs. Jeonghan focused on franchise agreements and optimizing detergent usage across his branches.

Seven months passed. Seven months of separate bedrooms, carefully orchestrated movements, and unanswered questions hanging in the pristine air of their apartment. Seven months of wondering, Is this it? Is this all marriage is?

The seventh month brought a shift. Not a seismic one, but a series of small tremors that began to destabilize their carefully balanced world.

It started with a disastrous dinner party hosted by their mothers. The theme was "Celebrate Seven Months of Wedded Bliss!" – a concept that made both Y/N and Jeonghan want to feign sudden, debilitating illness.

Trapped at a table laden with aggressively heart-shaped food, they were subjected to endless anecdotes about their own (non-existent) marital harmony.

"Jeonghan is just so thoughtful," Mrs. Yoon declared, patting Jeonghan's arm. He visibly flinched, subtly pulling away. "Always making sure Y/N has everything she needs."

"And Y/N takes such good care of him!" Mrs. L/N chimed in, beaming at her daughter. "Her cooking is divine, isn't it, Jeonghan?"

"The nutritional content is adequate," Jeonghan offered neutrally, earning confused looks.

Y/N kicked him under the table – a rare, impulsive act of contact born of sheer desperation. Jeonghan jolted, his eyes widening slightly. He glanced at Y/N, who gave him a look that screamed, Play along, you robot!

"Yes," Jeonghan amended stiffly. "Her... curry... is particularly efficient at delivering flavour."

The evening dissolved into a series of awkward moments. Their mothers tried to coax them into feeding each other dessert (a strawberry mousse that wobbled precariously). They managed to drop most of it. They were pushed onto a makeshift 'dance floor' (the living room rug) and swayed stiffly, two feet apart, like reluctant partners in a middle school dance, until the song ended.

Driving home in Jeonghan's silent, immaculate car, the tension was thicker than usual.

"That was..." Y/N began, staring out the window. "In a daze I’m thinking, Where are we going?" The line from a song she liked popped into her head. It felt fitting.

"Suboptimal," Jeonghan finished, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "My mother suggested we join their couples' yoga class next week."

Y/N groaned. "Mine suggested a 'babymoon,' even though there's no baby. She thinks planning one might 'inspire' us."

They pulled into the underground garage. The silence stretched. Usually, they’d exit the car swiftly and head to their separate wings of the apartment. Tonight, something held them back. Maybe it was the shared trauma of the evening, or the wine they'd both consumed a little too quickly.

"Jeonghan," Y/N said quietly, turning slightly in her seat. "This... arrangement. Is it really... working?"

Jeonghan parked the car, cutting the engine. The sudden silence was heavy. He didn’t look at her. "It meets the established parameters."

"Parameters," Y/N echoed, a note of frustration creeping into her voice. "Right. Efficiency. Minimal interference. But is it... anything else?" "This city night looks like you," she thought, glancing at his profile silhouetted against the garage lights. "Brilliant but a little lonely."

He finally turned his head, his expression unreadable. "What else did you anticipate, Y/N?"

The question hung there. What had she anticipated? Not grand romance, certainly. But maybe... companionship? Understanding? Something more than just sharing Wi-Fi and dodging each other in the hallway?

"I don't know," she admitted, feeling suddenly weary. "Something more than just... roommates who happen to be married."

Jeonghan looked down at his hands, perfectly still in his lap. "Perhaps our expectations were misaligned from the outset."

"Or perhaps," Y/N said, bolder now, fuelled by wine and irritation, "we're both just really good at pretending everything is fine when it's clearly... weird."

He looked up sharply, a flicker of something – surprise? Alarm? – in his eyes. "Weird?"

"Yes, weird!" Y/N gestured between them. "The way we avoid touching each other like we've got contagious diseases? The separate bedrooms? The fact that our mothers think we're the perfect couple while we communicate mostly through sticky notes? It's weird, Jeonghan!"

Jeonghan opened his mouth, then closed it. He seemed genuinely thrown. He leaned back against the headrest, staring straight ahead. The air crackled.

"I... respect your personal space," Jeonghan said finally, his voice low.

"And I respect yours!" Y/N countered. "Maybe... maybe a little too much?"

Before Jeonghan could respond, Y/N's phone buzzed loudly, shattering the moment. It was her mother, likely demanding a post-mortem of the disastrous dinner. Y/N sighed, grabbing her bag.

"I should..."

"Yes," Jeonghan agreed quickly, perhaps relieved by the interruption.

They got out of the car and walked towards the elevator in their customary silence, but this time it felt different. Less comfortable, more charged. The unspoken had been poked, and the fragile peace felt irrevocably disturbed.

Back in the apartment, the atmosphere remained thick. Y/N retreated to her studio, ostensibly to check on her latest pottery project, but mostly to escape the lingering tension. Jeonghan went to his study, ostensibly to check emails, but mostly to recalibrate after Y/N's unexpected outburst.

Y/N sat on her stool, staring at a lump of wet clay. What was I thinking? she berated herself. Calling him weird? Accusing him of... respecting my space too much? She’d potentially ruined the delicate balance they’d achieved. What if he now felt obligated to be... touchy? The thought made her skin crawl.

She picked up a small, smooth stone she used for polishing clay, turning it over and over in her hand. The cool, predictable texture was soothing. Why couldn't human interaction be like this? Simple, non-invasive.

A soft knock echoed through her sanctuary. Y/N froze. Jeonghan never knocked on her studio door.

"Y/N?" His voice was hesitant, muffled by the wood.

She took a deep breath. "Come in."

Jeonghan pushed the door open slightly, peering in. He looked uncharacteristically uncertain, his usual composure slightly ruffled. He held two mugs in his hands.

"I, ah... made chamomile tea," he said, avoiding her gaze. "My mother insists it aids relaxation after... stressful social engagements."

Y/N blinked. Jeonghan making her tea? This was unprecedented. "Oh. Thank you."

He stepped fully into the room, navigating carefully around a stack of sketchbooks. He looked around, his eyes taking in the controlled chaos – the spattered wheel, the shelves lined with bisqueware, the drawings pinned to a corkboard. It was the polar opposite of his own minimalist domain.

He approached her cautiously, placing one mug down on a clear spot on her worktable, ensuring a safe distance between them. He held onto his own mug like a shield.

"You seemed... upset," he stated, looking at a point somewhere over her shoulder.

"The dinner was stressful," Y/N deflected, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. The heat seeped into her skin, strangely comforting. "And maybe the wine made me talk too much."

"Perhaps," Jeonghan conceded. He took a sip of his tea. "However... your observation about our... dynamic. It was not entirely inaccurate."

Y/N looked up, surprised. "It wasn't?"

He shook his head, his gaze finally meeting hers briefly before darting away again. "The level of physical distance we maintain is... statistically atypical for a married couple."

Y/N couldn't help a small, wry smile. "Statistically atypical? That's one way to put it." She took a sip of tea. It was perfectly brewed, not too strong, not too weak. "Why do you think it's like that, Jeonghan?"

He hesitated, swirling the tea in his mug. How Could they actually talk about this? He thought.

"I assumed," he said slowly, choosing his words with care, "that you preferred it this way. You seem... independent. Not requiring... overt displays of affection."

"And I assumed the same about you," Y/N admitted softly. "You're always so... contained. Reserved."

They stood in silence for a moment, the unspoken truth hanging heavy between them. The secret they both carried, the aversion they both hid, pulsed beneath the surface.

"I..." Y/N started, then stopped. Could she say it? Could she risk it? Tonight please do, Open your heart to me... She took another fortifying sip of tea. "Look, Jeonghan, there's something I haven't... I haven't been entirely honest about."

He tensed slightly, his grip tightening on his mug. "Oh?"

"It's not just that I 'prefer' distance," she said, the words tumbling out now. "It's... more than that. Physical touch... it makes me uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. Like, an actual physical reaction sometimes. It's stupid, I know, and I've been seeing someone, a doctor..." Her voice trailed off, bracing for his reaction. Judgment? Disgust? Confusion?

Jeonghan stared at her, his expression frozen. Then, slowly, something shifted in his eyes. Not judgment, but... recognition? He lowered his mug, placing it carefully beside hers on the table.

"You... dislike being touched?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N nodded mutely, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Yeah. Pretty much always have. Hugs, hand-holding, all of it. It just... feels wrong. Invasive."

Jeonghan let out a breath, a quiet whoosh of air. He ran a hand through his usually immaculate hair, messing it up slightly. He looked... relieved?

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and filled with a strange mix of disbelief and something else… skinship? "Me too."

Y/N's jaw dropped. "What? You too? You dislike being touched?"

He nodded, meeting her gaze fully now. The guardedness was gone, replaced by a startling vulnerability. "Intensely. Always have. I find it... grating. Disruptive. I... I also see a doctor. Dr. Choi."

"Dr. Lee," Y/N breathed, sinking back onto her stool. "I see Dr. Lee."

They stared at each other, the shared secret finally out in the open, crashing down around them like a demolished wall. Seven months. Seven months of hiding the exact same thing from each other. The absurdity of it washed over Y/N, followed by a wave of profound relief.

"So all this time..." she murmured.

"...we were both pretending," Jeonghan finished. "Assuming the other was 'normal' and we were the outliers."

A choked laugh escaped Y/N. It wasn't funny, but it was. "Our mothers," she gasped, "they accidentally set up two touch-averse people?"

A small, genuine smile touched Jeonghan's lips – a rare sight. "The irony is... significant."

The tension that had filled the room didn't disappear, but it transformed. It was no longer the tension of awkwardness and secrets, but the electric hum of discovery, of shared vulnerability. The space between them suddenly felt different – not a void to be maintained, but a distance that could potentially be crossed.

"So," Y/N said softly, her heart doing a strange fluttery thing. "All those times I flattened myself against the wall..."

"...and I waited for you to leave the kitchen..." Jeonghan added, the smile lingering. "...it wasn't necessary."

"Apparently not."

They looked at each other again, really looked. Y/N saw past the cool, reserved businessman to the man who secretly disliked being touched, just like her. She saw the flicker of relief, the uncertainty, the dawning possibility in his eyes.

Jeonghan looked at Y/N, truly seeing her not just as his efficient, independent roommate-wife, but as someone who understood a fundamental, hidden part of him. He saw the warmth beneath her slightly chaotic exterior, the honesty in her eyes.

The air felt charged, different. The chamomile tea sat forgotten. The city lights outside the window seemed brighter.

Without thinking, driven by a sudden, inexplicable impulse born of relief and shared absurdity, Y/N reached out. Not to touch his skin – that still felt like too big a leap – but she lightly brushed her fingertips against the sleeve of his shirt.

Jeonghan froze. His eyes snapped down to where her fingers made contact with the fabric. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t flinch. He just... watched.

Y/N held her breath, half-expecting him to recoil. He didn't. Slowly, tentatively, he lifted his own hand. He didn't touch her skin either, but mirrored her gesture, his fingertips brushing the sleeve of her oversized sweater.

It wasn't skin-on-skin, but it was contact. Intentional contact. And it didn't feel invasive or grating. It felt... electric. A tiny spark in the quiet room.

Their eyes met again, wide with surprise and a dawning, hesitant curiosity. What was this? This feeling that wasn't aversion?

"...Maybe," Jeonghan whispered, his voice husky, his gaze fixed on hers. "Maybe it's different... with you?"

Y/N's breath hitched. "Maybe," she whispered back.

The distance between them suddenly felt vast and insignificant all at once. The air crackled with unspoken questions and terrifying, thrilling possibilities. The night was young, and for the first time in their strange, accidental marriage, anything felt possible.

The fragile contact of fabric on fabric lingered in the air. Neither moved, caught in the gravity of the moment, the revelation hanging between them. The shared secret had shattered their old reality, leaving them adrift in a new, uncertain space.

"This is..." Jeonghan started, his voice rough. "...unexpected."

"Understatement," Y/N breathed, slowly drawing her hand back. Her skin tingled where it had brushed his sleeve. He mirrored her movement, his gaze still locked with hers.

The studio, usually Y/N's sanctuary of solitude, felt intensely intimate. The smell of damp clay and chamomile tea mingled with an unfamiliar, electric charge.

"I should..." Y/N began, gesturing vaguely towards the door, the old habit of retreat kicking in.

"No," Jeonghan said, the word surprisingly firm. "Don't."

He took a step closer, breaching the invisible boundary they had meticulously maintained for seven months. He stopped just inches away, close enough for Y/N to see the subtle nuances in his eyes, the faint lines around them she'd never noticed before. He smelled faintly of crisp linen and the chamomile tea.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. "For seven months, I... we... have operated under false assumptions."

"Massively false," she agreed, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"What if," he continued, his gaze searching hers, "what if the aversion... isn't absolute? What if the variable... is the person?"

Her breath caught. Could it be true? Could her lifelong discomfort with touch somehow not apply... to him? The brief contact with his sleeve hadn't triggered the usual wave of revulsion. It had felt... intriguing.

"Tell me how you want it, Tell me how you need it..." The thought felt like a genuine question hovering between them.

"I don't know," she whispered honestly. "It's never... it's never been different before."

"Me neither," he admitted. "But..." He gestured slightly between them. "This feels... different."

He lifted his hand again, slowly, giving her ample time to pull away, to object. His eyes asked for permission. Y/N found herself nodding almost imperceptibly, her curiosity warring with years of ingrained avoidance.

His fingers, long and elegant, didn't go for her skin. Instead, they gently brushed against a loose strand of her hair that had escaped her messy bun, tucking it behind her ear. The lightest of touches, barely there, yet it sent a jolt straight through her. It wasn't unpleasant. It was... startling. Warm.

She didn't flinch. She didn't recoil. She just watched him, her breathing shallow.

Emboldened, Jeonghan let his fingertips trail feather-light down the curve of her cheekbone, still avoiding direct skin-on-skin where possible, mostly feeling the soft downy hair on her skin. Y/N closed her eyes involuntarily, a tiny gasp escaping her lips. It wasn't the grating static she usually felt. It was a spark, igniting something deep inside her she hadn't known existed.

"Okay?" he murmured, his thumb hovering near the corner of her mouth.

"Okay," she whispered back, opening her eyes. His face was so close now, his expression a mixture of fascination and disbelief, mirroring her own.

This time, it was Y/N who initiated. She lifted her hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and rested her palm flat against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him through the thin fabric of his shirt, the steady beat of his heart underneath. It was racing, just like hers.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, his eyes widening. But he didn't pull away. He covered her hand with his own, his touch surprisingly warm, his skin finally pressing against hers where their hands overlapped.

Skin on skin.

And the world didn't end. There was no revulsion, no urge to scrub her hand clean. There was only heat, connection, and the staggering realization that this touch, his touch, felt... right. Good. Wanted.

"Jeonghan," she breathed, looking up at him.

His name on her lips seemed to break the final restraint. His gaze dropped to her mouth, his eyes darkening. "Y/N," he echoed, his voice thick.

He leaned down slowly, giving her every chance to stop him. She didn't. She tilted her head up, meeting him halfway.

Their first kiss wasn't explosive. It was tentative, hesitant, a soft exploration. His lips were surprisingly soft against hers, moving with a gentle uncertainty that mirrored her own. It was a question asked, a boundary tested. And the answer, humming through both their veins, was a resounding yes.

The kiss deepened, slowly gaining confidence. Y/N slid her hand from his chest up to his neck, her fingers tangling tentatively in the hair at his nape. It was softer than she'd expected. He groaned softly into her mouth, a sound of surprise and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. His arms came around her waist, pulling her closer, eliminating the last vestiges of space between them. His touch wasn't clinical or efficient; it was possessive, demanding, yet still careful, as if handling something precious and breakable.

They clung to each other, rediscovering a fundamental human connection that had been denied to them for so long. Every point of contact was a revelation. The feel of his body pressed against hers, the warmth of his skin, the taste of him – it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

Breaking the kiss, they rested their foreheads together, breathing heavily, eyes closed.

"Wow," Y/N managed, a shaky laugh escaping her.

"Indeed," Jeonghan murmured, his voice husky. He traced the line of her jaw with his thumb, his touch now bolder, more confident. "This is... significantly more optimal than anticipated."

Y/N laughed again, a real, unrestrained sound. "Optimal? Is that the best you can do, Mr. Laundry King?"

A ghost of his business-like demeanor flickered. "Perhaps... 'highly preferable'?"

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. The uncertainty was still there, but overlaid with a burgeoning desire that mirrored her own. "Highly preferable," she agreed softly. "You’re perfect." The thought surprised her with its certainty. Perfect for her.

He leaned down and kissed her again, harder this time, a clear statement of intent. Y/N responded eagerly, her earlier hesitation dissolving into pure sensation. Her hands explored the planes of his back, the surprisingly strong muscles beneath his shirt. He groaned again, deepening the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She granted it without a second thought, a thrill shooting through her as their tongues met in a shy, then bolder, dance.

The air grew thick with need. The forgotten tea, the clay, the studio itself faded into the background. There was only him, her, and this astonishing discovery.

"My room?" Jeonghan murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down her back, cupping her bottom and pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her stomach, undeniable proof of his reaction.

Y/N's mind, usually buzzing with a dozen different thoughts, went blissfully blank. All she could do was nod, clinging to him as if he were her anchor in this suddenly altered reality.

He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, eliciting a surprised squeak from her. It should have felt awkward, maybe even alarming given their history, but wrapped in his embrace, being carried towards his previously off-limits bedroom, it felt… right. Exhilarating.

His bedroom was as minimalist and organized as the rest of his domain, but tonight, it felt different. Charged. He set her down gently beside the large, impeccably made bed. The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a silvery glow.

They stood facing each other, the silence humming with anticipation. Years of touch starvation combined with the shock of their mutual discovery created a potent cocktail of nerves and intense desire.

"So," Y/N said, her voice a little shaky. "What now?"

Jeonghan reached out, his fingers gently tracing the collarbone exposed by the neck of her sweater. His touch was deliberate, exploratory. "Search you softly..."

"Now," he said, his voice low and intense, his eyes never leaving hers, "we learn."

He slowly pulled her sweater over her head, revealing the simple camisole she wore underneath. He paused, his gaze drinking her in, a look of reverence and raw hunger that made her blush. Y/N mirrored the action, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons of his shirt. He helped her, his fingers brushing hers, sending sparks through her veins.

Shirt discarded, his chest was smooth and well-defined, pale in the moonlight. Hesitantly, Y/N reached out and laid her palm flat against his bare skin. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes closing for a moment. It was warm, alive, real. She traced the lines of his muscles, exploring this new territory with wonder.

He tangled his hands in her hair, tilting her head back, and captured her mouth in another deep, soul-searing kiss. This time, there was no hesitation. It was pure fire, pure need. His hands slid down her sides, mapping her curves through the thin camisole, learning her shape.

Clothes melted away, piece by piece, discarded onto the pristine floor with uncharacteristic abandon. Soon they stood before each other, bare skin bathed in moonlight, vulnerable and exposed in a way that went far beyond physical nakedness.

Y/N drank in the sight of him – lean, strong, perfect in his imperfection. Jeonghan's gaze devoured her, his eyes filled with an awe that made her feel beautiful, desired. The aversion that had defined them for so long felt like a distant memory, obliterated by the overwhelming presence of this connection, this person.

He guided her back onto the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to their heated skin. He hovered over her, bracing his weight on his arms, his eyes searching hers.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, the question raw with vulnerability.

Y/N reached up, cupping his face, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones. The feel of his skin against hers was electric. "Yes," she breathed. "Are you?"

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her eyelids, her nose, her lips. "More than I've ever been sure of anything."

The exploration began anew, slower this time, more deliberate. Touches that would have once sent them recoiling in discomfort were now sources of intense pleasure. Jeonghan kissed a path down her neck, his lips learning the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder, eliciting shivers and soft gasps from her. Y/N ran her hands over his back, delighting in the smooth skin, the tension in his muscles.

Every touch was a discovery, every sensation amplified. They were like explorers charting unknown territory, both on each other's bodies and within their own responses. Jeonghan's hands were meticulous, learning her curves, her sensitive spots, his touch both gentle and demanding. He worshipped her body with his mouth, trailing kisses down her stomach, making her arch off the bed with a strangled cry when his lips found the apex of her thighs.

Y/N felt herself unravelling, years of suppressed sensation flooding her system. She pulled him up, needing his mouth on hers again, needing to feel the solid weight of him. She explored his body with equal curiosity, her fingers tracing, teasing, learning what made him gasp, what made his breath hitch.

When he finally positioned himself between her legs, pausing to look into her eyes, the intensity was almost unbearable.

"Y/N," he breathed, his forehead resting against hers.

"Jeonghan," she whispered back, her hands gripping his shoulders.

He entered her slowly, carefully, mindful of their shared inexperience in this realm of intimacy. It was tight, overwhelming, a friction that was pure pleasure, not pain or discomfort. Y/N gasped, clinging to him as her body adjusted to the invasion, an invasion she welcomed with every fiber of her being. Jeonghan groaned, burying his face in her neck, his control clearly fraying.

He began to move, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as Y/N met his thrusts, lifting her hips, urging him on. The rhythm built, slow and deep, then faster, more urgent. Sounds filled the room – gasps, moans, the slick slide of skin on skin – sounds neither of them had ever expected to make, or hear, in this context.

It was raw, elemental, a shedding of old skins. The cool, reserved Jeonghan was gone, replaced by a passionate, demanding lover losing himself in sensation. The independent, slightly chaotic Y/N was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by pleasure, arching into his touch, crying out his name.

He changed the angle, hitting a spot deep inside that made her cry out, her vision whitening. He captured the sound with his mouth, kissing her fiercely. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, an unbearable, exquisite tension building towards an unknown peak.

"Jeonghan, please..." she gasped, not even knowing what she was asking for.

"I'm here," he rasped, his thrusts becoming deeper, more frantic. "Stay with me, Y/N."

He moved his hand between their bodies, his clever fingers finding her center, rubbing with exquisite pressure in time with his thrusts. The double stimulation was too much. Y/N shattered, crying out, her body convulsing around him in wave after wave of intense, overwhelming release.

Her climax triggered his own. With a guttural groan, Jeonghan drove into her one last time, pouring his release into her, shuddering violently, his body collapsing onto hers.

They lay tangled together, slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison, gasping for breath. The silence that followed wasn't awkward or empty. It was filled with the echoes of their shared release, the weight of their discovery.

Jeonghan shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her. His hair was mussed, his face flushed, his eyes dark and filled with wonder. He gently brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

"Okay?" he asked again, his voice hoarse.

Y/N managed a weak, utterly satisfied smile. "More than okay." "I’ll fill up your empty heart, To the brim with me." She felt full, connected, seen in a way she never had been before.

He lowered his head and kissed her softly, a kiss full of tenderness and awe. "You’re perfect."

They didn't talk much immediately afterwards. Words seemed inadequate. Instead, they explored each other again, slower this time, learning the landscape of skin and response with gentle touches and soft kisses. They rediscovered the simple pleasure of holding hands, fingers interlaced, the contact grounding and thrilling.

"No sleep tonight we makin’ love until the sun shines down on us"

As the first hints of dawn began to streak the sky, they found themselves tangled together again, moving with a newfound familiarity, a shared rhythm. This time was slower, more sensual, less frantic discovery and more deliberate pleasure. "Baby lay back, close your eyes, Let me get drunk on the sweetness that is you..." Jeonghan murmured the sentiment, if not the exact words, as he kissed her slowly, thoroughly.

They made love as the sun rose, bathing the room in golden light, illuminating their intertwined bodies. Exhausted but exhilarated, they finally collapsed back onto the pillows, limbs tangled, skin humming.

Sleep was impossible. Not just because of the physical exertion, but because their minds were reeling, processing the night's revelations. They lay facing each other, hands clasped between them, simply watching each other breathe in the morning light.

"So," Y/N whispered, tracing the lines of his palm with her fingertip. "Dr. Choi, huh?"

A small smile touched Jeonghan's lips. "Dr. Lee."

"We wasted seven months," she murmured, though there was no real regret in her voice, only wonder.

"Perhaps," Jeonghan conceded, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. The simple gesture sent a fresh wave of warmth through her. "Or perhaps... we needed that time to arrive... here."

Here. Tangled together in his bed, secrets revealed, barriers shattered, a connection forged in the most unexpected way. It wasn't the marriage their mothers had envisioned, built on shared hobbies or conventional romance. It was something stranger, more fragile, and infinitely more real.

"I’ll be your resting place," she thought, feeling an unexpected sense of peace settle over her despite the lack of sleep. And maybe, just maybe, he could be hers too.

The sun was fully up now, streaming into the room. They had made it through the night, discovering not just physical pleasure, but a connection neither had thought possible. The future was uncertain, uncharted territory, but for the first time since their 'mutually beneficial arrangement' began, it felt full of dazzling, touchable possibility. Sleep could wait. They had a lot more learning to do.

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ch. lxix - ancient menaces

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

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so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

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IN WHICH you and sunghoon have been best friends since childhood, debuting under different companies but never drifting apart. after years of secretly dating, a blurry paparazzi photo of you two holding hands explodes online. your agency wants to deny everything, sunghoon wants to go public, and you? you just want to protect what’s yours.

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