#The Silent Sea

[eddielove]

Born to be his wife forced to be his fan

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 | 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍!𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you are a scientist that got chosen alongside other scientists and astronauts to complete a mission to the moon to find samples of lunar water. you and the captain have a bit of tension but thats never stopped you from going after what you want.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - sexual innuendos, smut, p in v, fingering.

𝐚/𝐧 - for all of you who wanted the han yun-jae oneshot, also i added an co-captain oc because i felt like it.

you are an american forensic psychologist who was transferred to south koreas science and space administration.

you spoke fluent korean so none of the korean scientists and astronauts looked down on you, in fact you were very well respected.

you were chosen to complete a mission to the moon to retrieve samples of lunar water from an abandoned research station.

the other astronauts who are going on this mission are Dr. Song Ji-an, an astrobiologist. Kim young the co-captain. Captain Han Yun-jae. Lieutenant Ryu Tae-seok, the head engineer. Dr. Hong Ga-young the team’s medical officer. Gong Soo-hyuk, the head of security. Lastly, Kim Sun leads the pilot team.

the captain han yun-jae was a strict man who didn’t like to lack his job. he was fairly young, around mid 30s. he has an daughter back on earth who is his main priority.

the co-captain kim young was much nicer to everybody. she is an astronaut and one of the most respected people in the lab.

the entire team is currently in the conference room with high executive mr.choi going over the mission.

mr choi stands in front of everyone with a stern face and hands behind his back. he begins to talk to the team.“you have done well to be apart of this team, we chose you because you are one of the very best from this entire organization.” mr choi eyes everyone before his eyes lands on you, you give him a small smile.

“this mission isn’t going to be an easy one.” his stern face not cracking a smile like usual. “captain han, choose ur partner”

captain han and the co-captain give each other a look and a slight nod before turning their attention to mr choi. “i’d like the co-captain kim young to be my partner, sir.”

Mr choi nodded. “very well. Dr.hong, choose ur partner”

Dr.hong’s eyes landed on you and she replied. “I’d like dr. y/n to be my partner. i could always use a forensics person with me.”

mr choi makes eye contact with you and smiles at you softly before continuing on to the rest of the crew.

after everyone chooses their partners mr.choi releases everyone so that you could all handle whatever you have to before ur boosted into space.

the next day.

everyone enters, some seem more tense then others. once everyone has entered the shuttle, the doors are shut and all of them make their way to their seat. the captain, co-captain, and the engineers take their place at their seats.

the engines begin to power up as everyone buckles their seatbelts. the shuttle starts moving and then, it lifts off from the ground.

the shuttle rockets into space and you can look through the glass windows at the planet earth. it becomes smaller and smaller the farther you are from it.

some people seem a little afraid to be up in space, but others seem fine. you can see how beautiful it is all the way the up here. the co-captain looks over at you, before giving you a small reassuring smile.

“we will be entering the moon’s orbit soon. so buckle your seatbelts, the gravity will be different when we enter the moon.” the captain speaks through the intercom.

as soon as the words leave the captain’s mouth, the people who seemed a little frighten before seemed even more frighten. the co-captain lets out a small sigh before her intercom comes online. “listen to the captain, if you wish to survive this trip and not float through the shuttle, i recommend you to buckle your seatbelt, the gravity with change soon.”

you then feel the shuttle entering the moon’s gravity. everyone gets a little lighter feeling as the gravity changes. the co-captain, captain, and all the engineers are hard at work piloting the ship.

but just then red lights began flashing and the ship began to malfunction causing the pilot to issue an emergency landing which worked but also didn’t.

the shuttle crashed into the moons surface hard, and barley steadied on the edge of the moon, tipping off.

people are dazed and confused after the hard landing. the lights in the shuttle flicker before losing power. a few people groan as they take off their seatbelt.

the captain is the first to get up and out of his seat. he helps the co-captain get up from her seat before he speaks. “is everyone okay?”

everyone seems to be a little confused and dizzy, but none of them seem seriously hurt. the co-captain manages to get the intercom to turn on and she speaks. “everyone seems fine, captain. just a little bit dazed from the hit.”

“we need to get out before the shuttle falls” you add into the conversation.

people stumble around, trying to get off the shuttle. the captain and co-captain help and make sure everyone is out before they move away from the shuttle.

everyone huddles around each other, and looks at the damage of the shuttle. one of the engines is blown up, a few others are smoking, and the side of the shuttle has dents all over it.

everyone steps back as the shuttle falls to the ground. the captain curses under his breath as everyone watches the shuttle fall.

“well, we can’t go back. so we need to find the research station.” the captain states as he starts walking away as the team follows him.

the team walks through the endless craters and dust all over the surface of the moon with little to no oxygen. they walk for miles, until they see a building in the distance. it slowly comes into view as they walk closer.

they finally arrive at the research base. the team takes a minute to look up at the building, it was in good shape, just looked unused.

the team is in awe at how big the building seems to be. the captain and the co-captain seem the most impressed. "it's definitely bigger than what was in the reports."

the captain and the co-captain give each other a look, before starting to walk towards the door. "let's go."

the team follows the captain as he enters the building. it looks much cleaner on the inside. the rooms seem very empty, but the equipment is still in tact.

the team wanders around the building, seeing the empty rooms and equipment still there. the equipment is still on. this building looks like everyone just left in a hurry without shutting anything off.

the captain starts lecturing everybody and the co-captain starts co-signing, it was almost annoying.

you lean over and whispered to the lieutenant. “of course she’s dickriding him”

the lieutenant hides his laugh with a fake cough when the captain looks at you both, causing you to wave at him innocently.

the captain eyes you both suspiciously before returning to his lecturing. the lieutenant let’s out a stifled laugh as the co-captain shoots both of you a look.

"stay close to each other. we know nothing about what happened down here at this base.” the entire team goes silent at the captain's stern words. they all share looks before nodding in agreement

the team begins to explore the research station. they move with caution and are very careful. the captain and the co-captain take the lead, while the others move in the middle and ur partner dr. hong and you at the back.

“the captain’s lucky he’s sexy or i would’ve quit” you whisper to dr.hong.

the lieutenant almost snorts out loud and stifles a laugh in his hand when you whisper to the doctor. the doctors face turns a light shade of pink from embarrassment. “will you shut up, he could hear you.”

you shrug and reply with no shame. “good, id let him hit.”

the lieutenant lets out a few stifled chuckles when you say that. doctor hong whips her head and gives you a look. “oh my god, do you have no filter?”

the lieutenant can barely hold his laugh in anymore as he covers his face with his arm.

she gives you another look as she crosses her arms. “i swear you’re ridiculous.”

the lieutenant can’t hold it in anymore and he starts to laugh out loud. the attention of everybody goes to you two. the captain turns around with a raised eyebrow.

doctor hong immediately tries to hide her embarrassment as the captain eyes the two of you with annoyance. the co-captain seems amused by the situation, and the rest just watch with a mix of confusion and amusement.

the co-captain struggles to hide her smile and the lieutenant is still recovering from his previous laughing fit. the captain sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly unamused. the doctor hides her face in her hands.

"can you two please be serious. we have work to do here." he says through a clenched jaw.

the lieutenant and you sheepishly nod, trying to stifle your laughs. doctor hong takes a deep breath before peeking through her fingers at the captain.

the captain gives you both a look before turning his attention back to the team. "we will spilt up and search through this entire base. you have a hour to find anything interesting. understood."

everyone voices in agreement before splitting up into smaller groups to look around the base. the team disperses into small clusters of twos and threes in different rooms and areas of the base.

as you begin to walk away, you hear the captain call out to you. “dr. y/n, come here for a moment.”

you halt your movements and turn around to see the captain staring at you. you walk over to him before he grabs your arm and pulls you aside.

he leans down to your ear, making sure no one else can hear him. "I need to speak to you privately for a moment. just us”

you blink a few times at his words before nodding in understanding. a bit curious as to why he wants to speak with just you, you follow him to a secluded corner of the room.

he stops when you’re in a small corner where no one can see you both. he leans back on the wall, and crosses his arms as he stares at you with a blank gaze.

you put ur hand on ur hip and smirk slightly, feeling a bit cocky. “like what you see?”

he doesn’t speak or respond for a few seconds as he keeps his gaze on you. a ghost of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth before he speaks. "I wouldn’t mind staring longer, but we have a mission to complain.”

he pushes himself off the wall and stands in front of you, towering over you as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk again.

he leans closer so your faces are only inches apart. your heart races a little bit as you stand there, pinned in between him and the wall. he looks down at you with a hint of amusement in his eyes before he speaks again. "did you think I wouldn’t hear what you were saying to the doctor earlier?"

you tilt ur head slightly. “i was hoping you heard it actually.”

his smirk widens a little as he raises an eyebrow at your words. "oh really? and why would you want me to hear it?"

you lean in closer towards him. “so you could take my suggestion.”

now you got his full attention. he leans in even closer, his face only centimeters from yours. he lowers his voice, so only you could hear him. "and what exactly is this 'suggestion'."

“that you fuck me.” you respond with no hesitation.

he lets out a low chuckle when you say that. he puts his hand on the wall behind you, completely trapping you in between him and the wall. "is that so? you want me to fuck you? right here in this station."

you smirk proudly. “yep.”

he lets out an amused laugh as he stares into your eyes. he brings his face closer to yours. "you're ridiculous, you know that. i could get in a lot of trouble if anyone heard you say that."

you lean against the wall and cross ur arms. “awh, how so?”

he raises an eyebrow at you.

he looks at you like you grew two heads. "how so? are you serious? i’m the captain, and you’re a member of the team. we’re on a mission to collect a important research sample. it’s highly inappropriate for me to do that with a member of my team. let alone do it in the middle of this research station."

“nobody has to know.” you put on ur best seduction tone and leaned against him.

he looks at you with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “oh really? and how would we keep this a secret? this place echoes, you know that right?”

“bold of you to assume im loud.” you reply sassily.

he gives another amused smirk at your words, bringing his face closer to yours again. “oh i can guarantee you’ll be screaming my name by the time i’m done with you.”

he presses his body against yours, pinning you up against the wall. he leans down so your faces are only a few centimeters apart. your heart pounds wildly in your chest as he moves his mouth your ear. “let’s see if you can keep quiet.”

he brings one of his hands up and cups your chin, forcing you to look up at him. his face is still blank, but his eyes are filled with amusement as his thumb rubs your bottom lip.

“keep quiet and i’ll let you scream all you want after this” he whispers as his thumb moves from your lip to your chin, gently lifting it up so your mouth is aligned with his.

he doesn’t waste any time as he closes the small gap between you, capturing your mouth in a kiss. his hand grabs the back of your neck, pressing you further into his body as he kisses you deeply.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, as he presses his body harder against you. his lips move against yours, hungry and needy for you.

his free hand grabs your waist, his grip tight around it as he presses your body even closer against his. his thumb rubs soothing circles on your hip as his tongue continues to explore your mouth.

a moan escapes from your mouth as his lips move down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. his hand moves from your chin to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair.

he lets out a low moan against your neck as he continues to kiss down your collarbone. you can feel his breath against your skin, hot and needy as he pushes his body even harder into yours.

he lifts you up, making ur legs wrap around his waist. he carry’s you to the control center and sits you down on the desk.

“are you wet for me?” he whispers into your ear, his voice filled with need and desire. his touch is firm and possessive, as if he’s laying claim to every inch of your body. “shall we see?”

you’re too lost in the moment, words have failed you. all you can do is nod, giving him the permission he craves.

his words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the anticipation building within you. his lips begin to trail down your neck, his hands gently teasing the hem of your jeans.

he undoes the button on ur jeans, carefully removing them while he continues to kiss and nip at your skin. he can sense how desperate you are for more, and his own desire matches yours.

his fingers lightly brush against the waistband of ur underwear, teasing you further as your breathing becomes uneven.

you can feel his gaze on you, as he looks up at your face, wanting to see your reaction to his touch.

his hands slide beneath the fabric of your underwear, his fingertips gently tracing along your sensitive skin, getting closer to where you wanted him the most.

his lips capture yours in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

your body is practically pleading for his touch, and he finally grants your silent wish. his fingers trail along ur core, gently stroking at first, before applying more pressure

he can hear the moan escape your lips, and he can feel just how much you want him, how much you need him.

he continues to move his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, wanting to drive you absolutely insane.

he watches your face, how you’re biting your lip, trying to hold back your moans. he loves how you look like this, how you’re completely at his mercy.

his name escapes your lips, barely more than a whisper, and he can tell how close you are. he leans to your ear, his hot breath causing your entire body to shudder.

“let me hear you” his other hand grabs you by the chin, making you look right at him as he continued to touch you in all the right ways

the look in his eyes, his words, and his touch all combine into one overwhelming feeling, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

your body is completely overwhelmed, and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “please..”

he smirks, loving how desperate you sound, how you’re practically begging him, but he knows you can take more, and he’s determined to bring you to absolute ecstasy.

he slips a finger into you, stretching you out.

your body tensed up at the sudden sensation, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

he watches you closely, his eyes dark with desire, as he begins to move his finger inside you, each motion sending shockwaves through your body.

you can barely form a thought, the room is spinning and all you can focus on is his touch, his eyes, and the overwhelming pleasure that he was causing you.

he knows he is in full control of your body and you can barely move yourself.

he adds another finger, his pace quickening, knowing exactly how to get you to the edge. “you’re so damn beautiful like this” his voice is ragged with desire, and every bit of self control he has is being used to resist the urge to just take you right then and there.

he could see how close you were and he wanted to make sure you were completely undone before he gave you the release you needed so desperately.

your body clenches around his fingers, desperate for more, and you can hardly breathe from the intense sensations coursing through you.

he curls his fingers in just the right spot, hitting a nerve that makes you see stars. you cry out his name, completely lost in the sensations he’s creating within you.

he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his words barely audible. “let go for me, sweet girl.”

his words send you over the edge, waves of pure ecstasy crashing over you as you come undone beneath his touch.

you’re trembling violently, completely undone by the overwhelming sensations, and he continues to watch you with a mixture of awe and desire. he can’t get enough of you like this, vulnerable and completely his.

his grip on you tightens, not ready to let you go just yet.

he quickly unzips his pants, and he pulls you forward, your bodies now almost touching, and leans in to kiss you desperately. the taste of your lips only makes him want you more, and he presses himself against you, his hardness already obvious.

his hands roam over your body, unable to resist the urge to touch you everywhere he could reach, to feel the heat of your skin against his own.

he breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged as he tries to control his desire. “i need to be in you.”

the words send a shiver of excitement through you, and you can hardly believe this is finally happening.

he positions himself between your thighs, his hands on your hips.

he looks into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze almost overwhelming. “last chance to back out”

you quickly shake ur head and look into his eyes. “i want this.”

he can see the desire in your eyes and his own desire takes over completely.

he lines himself up, the tip of his cock gently pressing against your entrance. he wants to savor this moment, but he’s already so close to the edge he knows he can’t hold back.

he wants to hold back, to go slow, but he's completely overtaken by his desire for you, by how much he wants you.

he takes a deep breath and thrusts into you slowly, trying to be gentle even as his body is on autopilot, wanting nothing more than to claim you.

his mouth finds your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers how beautiful you look, how much he wants you.

he can barely hold back, but he doesn't want to be any rougher than he has to be.

he looks into your eyes, checking if he was hurting you, and when he sees that you're just as lost in the moment as he is, he loses the last bit of his self-control.

he begins to move faster, each thrust harder than the last, his grip on your hips tight, almost bruising.

he's completely possessed by the pleasure of being inside you, by the way you feel surrounding him.

he can't think, he can't speak, he can only feel, and all he can think about is how much he wants you, how much he needs you, how all he wants is to make you his. forever.

he reaches down, slipping a hand between your bodies to tease your sensitive clit, wanting to bring you the same amount of pleasure he’s experiencing.

he wants to give you everything you need, to please you in ways you didn’t know were possible, to take you to heights you’ve never reached before.

his fingers move deftly, finding all the right spots, his lips finding yours again, desperate and eager to taste you.

he swallows up your moans as he deepens the kiss, completely consumed by you. he can tell how close you are to the edge, and he wants to feel the moment you completely let go.

he moves his hand as well as his body in every way he knows you love, determined to bring you to the peak of pleasure that he was experiencing himself.

he whispers against your lips, the heat of his breath, and the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine.“let me see you come apart for me, love” he moves ur leg ontop of his shoulder creating a new angle.

your body is completely overcome with sensation, and you’re barely able to form a thought other than the overwhelming, all encompassing sense of pleasure that is coursing through your every nerve.

the way his body feels against yours, the way he touches you, the way he looks at you as he takes you to the peak of pleasure, is all too much for you to bear.

he can see the moment you completely let go, your body clenching around him as you find your release. he holds you tightly as you ride out the waves of pleasure, his grip on you unrelenting, yet gentle at the same time.

he stares at you completely enamored by the beauty of you in your most vulnerable state.

he gently lifts you up, still not letting you go, and kisses you tenderly, the intensity between you now replaced with affection. he wraps his arms around you, gently stroking your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

he finally comes down from the high and rests his head on your shoulder, his breath ragged, completely spent. he holds you close, as if he can't bear to let you go, as if by holding you close, he cant help himself from whispering dirty things into your ear.

“when we get back to earth, we aren’t stopping.”

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞 𝐗 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ no matter what, you’d never be his priority, after Balhae, you decide it’s time to leave him behind and when he wakes up alone, he realizes how stupid it would be live without you.

warnings_ AGE GAP (not specific but implied early 20s), ANGST, SPOILERS, blood, sex pollen lol, BAD smut (not heavily detailed bc I’m lazy), biotechnology inaccuracies, etc, plot twist at the end, NO PROOFREADING YET.

notes_oh to be in a doomed abandoned space station with gong yoo and making him fall in love with me // I refuse to accept there isn’t season two of the silent sea and that Yun Jae is dead + using salesman tags to avoid the flop.

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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You can’t breathe.

Your hands shake in panic and you start violently tapping at the glass in the window.

“DON’T DO THIS!” You scream with evident pain in your voice.

He only eyes you with something you can’t identify. It’s either guilt or sorry, you guess.

“Please, don’t leave me alone again…” he hears you say.

But he prefers to let you live.

Yun Jae barely eyes you, but he’s suffering too.

The worst part? He wanted to make you believe it so badly. And you do…

Jian grabs you by the waist and urges you to get out with Dr. Hong and Luna. You sob and the sweat mixes with the tears as you make everything not fall apart amidst the escape of Balhae.

You see the moon, the stars, the freezing water, and the darkness of space. If you were on earth, you know it’d be crescent.

How can a place so beautiful cause so much pain?

“We have to keep going, y/n,” Dr. Hong says, patting your back and seeing if you are correctly breathing to save oxygen. “Hold the tears, y/n. You can’t lose oxygen now…”

She doesn’t mean to sound insensitive, you know it.

Yun Jae gave you the signals the moment you met him. It was you who thought he could change. By the grace of love, only silly you thought that was possible.

And as you lose oxygen because you can’t stop sobbing, you understand you were never his priority.

…

Your hand never let go of his. Your touch is warm and he remains cold as ice. The reports can’t assure he will get better. The rescue was full of tension and you couldn’t even remember the moment your feet touched the earth. It felt like the woman who boarded the spaceship and the one who returned were two different people. You got scared, of becoming trapped in the horrors of the memories in Balhae.

His daughter died two days before you got rescued. The body was still being held, in hopes Yun Jae awakened and decided what to do. Without water, even funerals had changed. You didn’t want to be the person to tell him the news, you didn’t want to care for him if he showed progress. Just looking at him being in the middle of life and death made you feel sick.

Your heart was beyond broken and your mind was holding you hostage of your own memories. You wanted to go back home.

And when the doctor returned with reports of Yun Jae likely waking up in the following days, you just got a reason to leave.

You eye the man you love one last time and tears pool in your eyes. You deserved to be free from any trace of pain. And of anyone who caused said pain, even when probably it wasn’t their intention.

Your lips leave a gentle kiss on his cheek and you hold your breath as you leave the cold hospital room. Through the corridors, as you walk, you cross into a familiar person.

“Jian…” she looks up and briefly smiles at you before returning to her usual face. Her hair looked longer and there was an improvement on her, she looked less shy and less quiet. “Y/n…”

“How is Yun Jae?” You sigh, remembering the reason why you were leaving the hospital. “He’s officially stable, he’ll likely wake up in a couple of days…”

“Aren’t you happy?” She asks, showing shyness once again but also curiosity.

“I’m going back home…” her eyes snap open. “What? Why, y/n?”

“I can’t be here when he wakes up” You barely hear yourself, Jian only sighs. “I miss my home, my family. I’m tired of waiting for a man and needing him to love me back”

She looks understanding, and Jian slowly nods.

“I understand” She offers you her hand to shake and it’s enough to make you smile because you consider the gesture as a silent ‘We’re friends’.

“I will call from time to time” She nods as you smile at her. “And no matter what, if Yun Jae wakes up, you don’t know where I am”

The agreement disclosure isn’t much of Jian’s liking. She believes Yun Jae loves you too. But she had said it to you multiple times in Balhae and you never believed her.

“Take care of Luna” you lastly say.

“She’s in good hands” Both of you smile again before you leave.

Your throat feels sore, and you feel like you are choking as you try to reach the exit of the hospital.

When you feel like you can’t take it anymore, you start jogging towards a restroom. You lock inside a stall. The quiet public space is interrupted by the disgusting sound of you vomiting.

Curious thing, your vomit was transparent liquid. Just water…

[one month ago]

To say the place you were habituating was cursed, was right. Balhae had proven to be a mystery and danger in less than twenty-four hours. Two people of the crew had died. You barely knew anyone and the captain was the last person you wanted to interact with. Han Yun Jae and you met in a bar. Where drinks were expensive, people judged and everyone mourned something. He grew curious because you looked young and too sane to have access to fine drinks. But it was you who exchanged the first words. There wasn’t much talk before you ended up naked and letting him fuck you in your apartment. He was soft and rough, his hair fell upon his forehead and he prioritized your pleasure before his.

Until there was no trace of him in the morning.

No note, message, nothing.

But why were you expecting such things for starters? He was a man after all…

So when you realized it was too late to back up from going to space, you accepted Han Yun Jae would be your captain whether you liked it or not.

“Do you have the map?” He asks, pointing at the dark alleyway with his flashlight before returning his attention to you.

“I thought everyone had it” he has eyes like you he’s facing the most stupid person in the world. You simply shrug uncomfortably, ignoring his eyes.

“Yes. But I’m specifically asking if you downloaded it” You resist the urge to roll your eyes and huff in annoyance.

“I have it downloaded. Happy?”

“That attitude won’t get us to the food storage,” he says and your hands form firsts. Before stepping closer to him.

“Then fucking stop judging every step I give!”

“I’m not” Yun Jae firmly says.

“Every single time. I know things are hard for everyone, mate. It sucks we had to lose two crew members so early. And I’m sorry we have to work together after our one-night stand. But I know what my job is and I don’t need you picking on me because you think I’m gonna mess up everything” The anger in your voice was hard to miss.

“Once we’re all settled in, we should talk” he attempts, but you won’t agree.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You push past Yun Jae and quietly continue following the path to the food storage.

The captain only stares as you walk away, hands on his hips and sighing in defeat.

He just wanted to protect you.

…

A trail of blood grows as Tae Suk and Yun Jae pull you up, you had just gotten out of the basement where all the lunar water was.

You start holding the tears as your brain processes the pain and you look at your leg.

“You’re losing blood” Doctor Hong alerted, moving you away so the rest of the crew could get out of the growing flooded basement.

“The plant…” you barely say.

“That’s not important right now,” Yun Jae says getting into you and Doctor Hong. You barely eye him, but you know he was fixated on you. “Tae Suk, help me out here…”

Both men slide their arms under your armpits and tangle them around your waist to help you stand up.

“Yun Jae, please bring the plant” you plead with him, starting to see blurred spots through your vision.

He doesn’t reply. The man feels his heart beating faster as your body starts feeling heavier.

He almost yelled when he heard you slipped from the emergency stairs. With the panic of water flooding the place and the mysterious intruder in the base, Yun Jae was hyperventilating when you came out, your suit ripped all the way up your left leg, and blood washing the floor.

Once the door was locked again, he took a breath, the way to the medical aisle felt shorter. Doctor Hong stepped in and helped to place you on a stretcher. You are awake but it was evident you were disassociating.

“I’ll take it from here” the doctor announced and everyone stepped back, except for Yun Jae.

“Is she going to be okay?” Both women apart from you looked at him with subtle arched brows. Soon Jian connected the dots and repressed a smile.

“I promise”

…

Without the sense of time passing, you find yourself in endless agony until the serum pumping through your veins finishes. You remove the needle yourself and it stings, but not as much as your wounded leg.

It was a fluke you could walk without much problem, but the area would be sore for a couple of days, and the suit wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable thing to wear.

Anyhow, the plant found in the basement under the database of Balhae rested in a crystal case on a table near the stretcher you were placed in.

Soon you are dressed again, in joggers and a tank top, but there are gloves, goggles, and a face mask covering you.

The leaves of the plant were oddly thin, the green was just too bright that you almost considered identifying them as neon green. It was dangerous to conduct research given that some of the lunar water must be included in the plant’s DNA.

You’re so concentrated in the process that you don’t see a figure entering the lab.

“How dangerous is the research?” You jump out startled. Your hands drop the cold tweezers and hold onto the table.

Yun Jae stands there, cautiously looking at the plant.

“You scared me to death…” you say, ignoring his question until your heartbeats return to normal. He waits until you take off the gloves and goggles. “It’s not as dangerous as the lunar water. Seems to be less invasive and corrosive”

He nods before tilting his head. You were trying your best to ignore him. But your hands start sweating, a good indicator of how nervous he made you.

“Listen, y/n… I feel like we need to-”

“I don’t want to talk about it” you firmly say, interrupting him and taking the tweezers again.

“Do you regret it?”

Yun Jae was never good enough with words. He lacked the emotional vulnerability to speak his mind. But he was a sensible man, only that he unconsciously locked himself so nobody could see that.

He didn’t know why he suddenly needed to be okay with you. He couldn’t say loved you, he barely knew you, but he was growing fond of you too quickly.

And you hadn’t answered yet…

You contemplate answering. But you don’t…

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it” You carefully grab the plant, rushing to move away from Yun Jae.

But he had other plans.

First, you felt his big hands on you. Left on your hip and right on your forearm. He made you turn back to face him and you stare nervously.

If tension could speak, it would scream.

The proximity was making you even more nervous. And how couldn’t he?

Yun Jae was handsome; tall, had warm eyes, and confident touch. If he hadn’t left without a trace a month ago, you would’ve believed he was a gentleman.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

You can feel the plant in a case being the only thing between, preventing your chests collide with each other.

He doesn’t answer. He just feels your fingers shaking, holding the plant to dear life.

Why he just couldn’t say that he cared for you and never wanted to hurt you in the first place?

“Smells sweet…” he says and you frown, confused. Until the smell hits you and you realize both of you have been inhaling the toxins of the plants without any protection.

“Shit…” you drop the plant and the case shatters, the crystal cracking into million pieces. But not even the loud sound came to be important because the moment you raised your head, you had Yun Jae kissing you.

It took you by surprise at the beginning. And when you were about to pull backward, you felt it.

The warmth growing from your chest down through your ribs, until it has you feeling wet… down there.

Yun Jae gets closer, taking advantage of the proximity, and holds your waist.

You were melting, unable to control the sudden sensation of carnally needing him so bad.

The plant was an aphrodisiac?

“Yun Jae… the plant” you try to say, but he can’t stop kissing you. And you weren’t doing much to stop it.

Your ass was pressed against the table, you want to lay on it and spread your legs for him, but there was a little auto control in your left.

“Let me have you,” he says, almost whispering. You know he’s not thinking straight, but he means everything his mouth says until the effects pass.

The next three hours feel like five minutes. The abandoned dorms were untouched, and clean, and had bunks big enough to allow Yun Jae to fuck you over there.

On your back, on your side, on all fours, on top, you did everything. Until that moment you realized women were capable of so many orgasms.

Maybe both of you passed out when the effects of the plant subsided.

“Why you didn’t leave a note or anything?” you’d ask after waking up in his arms and feeling him holding your hand.

“I wanted to stay” he answers, sounding honest enough to believe it.

“Then why you didn’t?” Yun Jae chuckled.

“I had accepted the mission of Balhae a day ago, I thought I was never seeing you again” you smile, happy to finally understand him. “It was better to leave rather than stay and get to know you. With no attachments, this would be easier, but…” you nod, kissing his cheek.

“Can I get to know you now? Given that we’re straddled in the moon…” he chuckles again, kissing your temple this time.

“Yeah, I think that’d be fair”

You wonder how much time both of you have left before the crew starts asking where the hell the two of you are.

“And if we live enough to go back home, let me take you out…”

“Like a date?” he rolls his eyes but ends up nodding while smiling.

[In the present…]

The sky was always dusty and the heat was unbearable, but the government had implemented a way to protect the households from overheating. Your access to water was almost unlimited but you liked to save the most you could.

Despite it all, it wasn’t that bad. You were close to your family and your days were busy.

You had been in contact with Jian, she said Luna was showing progress and that there were chances of studying her DNA. You never asked for Yun Jae. But you were always thinking about him. While cooking, eating, cleaning the house, before bed, you were always thinking about him. It had been ten months since you saw him the last time

There were nights when you’d wake up from nightmares about feeling like you were drowning. Till that day, you didn’t know why you vomited water. You left the organization in Korea, so you had no updates about the lunar water other than what Jian said over the phone.

The nightmares about Balhae weren’t constantly haunting you, but when they did, that’s when you needed Yun Jae the most.

Cleaning up the fridge of your house, you look at the clock and you sigh, noticing it’s getting late. You had a report due at midnight. It was almost done, and it contained a hypothetical plan to search for a tree that could slowly bring back the normal water. You turn off the light in the kitchen and you stay looking at the living room.

There was your little joy.

In an improvised bassinet, your baby was sleeping.

Min Ho was two months old. Almost three…

His father was alive, but likely, he’ll never know.

Or so you thought because someone knocked at your door.

You open the door, not ready to be shocked.

You expect anyone; family, friends, your boss. Anyone but him…

“Han Yun Jae…” You swear blood stops running through your body as you see him standing at your door.

“Can I come in?” He asks and you move aside, eyeing him.

Both of you stare at each other, trying to describe who were they facing.

His hair was shorter, and he looked less tired, but you knew he was grieving his daughter’s death. The tattoo of him you hated so much was visible through the sweater he was wearing. He looked fine as always.

He sees there's a big change in you, but he can’t tell if it’s your shorter hair or the way your body looks different. He still finds you the most beautiful woman his eyes have seen in a very long time.

And he knows he can’t lose you again.

“I’m sorry…” he says, trying to remain strong and face you.

You are speechless. For some seconds you don’t know what to do. Then you walk towards him and you raise your hand to slap him. But you don’t, because you can’t.

“You leave me… every single time” his arms immediately wrap around you.

Yun Jae feels terrible. He can feel himself growing teary. But you immediately feel his warmth and you find a new reason to keep living.

You missed him so much.

“I’m so sorry” he adds.

“And you hurt me… every single time” he fights the urge to end up sobbing with you. Instead, Yun Jae focuses on holding you tightly.

“I thought I was saving you”

“Deciding if I wanted to risk more for you was my decision to make, Yun Jae” he nods, brushing your hair as you sobbed.

“Yeah, now I understand it…” he started kissing your hair and it soothes you more than it should.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, wiping your eyes.

“When I woke up, you were gone. I spent months asking Jian if she knew anything. She refused to tell me until I questioned if I should stop looking for you…” you stand stiff, wondering if your friend told him about a certain little human sleeping in the living room. “Jian said there was another reason to keep looking for you…”

You sigh, the worst that could happen was that he would leave. Forever this time…

You tell him to stay quiet and to follow you.

Yun Jae secretly looks around your place, noticing how neat and comfortable the place is.

You expect him to get out of the house as soon as he steps into the living room.

But he stands there quietly, acknowledging the baby sleeping on the floor.

The baby is dressed in a green onesie. His skin looks slightly dry but given the circumstance of the weather, he understands. He has matted dark brown hair, almost black. And he doesn’t have to question the obvious, the baby doesn’t have your eyes nor your nose.

It’s a boy…

That was the reason Jian was talking about.

He kneels to brush the back of his hand with the chubby cheek of the baby. Yun Jae instantly feels his eyes getting wet.

“His name is Min Ho, he’s two months old,” you say, kneeling beside the father of the kid. “And of course, it’s your son…”

Yun Jae silently asks if he can carry him and you nod.

He couldn’t process all the emotions he was feeling at that moment. All he knew was that looking at Min Ho caused him joy and pain at the same time. He would always love and miss his daughter. But holding a newborn when he thought he would never see that coming again, was pure happiness.

“Are you leaving again?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Yun Jae locks eyes with you, he savors the sight of your face and knows he wants to see it every morning and every night.

“Never…” he leans and you softly bump your forehead with his, silently forgiving and allowing yourself to stop grieving.

…

The smell of food fills the room. You served two plates and returned to sit at the dining table. There wasn’t enough food but it was okay for you and Yun Jae.

Min Ho had attached to him well. Both of you bathed the baby and felt so odd and domestic at the same time. He told you everything about him, from before and after Balhae.

There’s a secret agreement to stay together. You could easily find a job for him. He could rest a little and take care of your baby. Whatever he wanted to do, you would be okay with it. And he would rely on his promise. Because he never wanted to leave you again.

“I’m still surprised that he’s healthy…” you stop typing in your laptop to eye Yun Jae.

He looked so natural burping the baby. Then you remember he wasn’t new at parenthood. And you hoped Min Ho wasn’t being a painful reminder of it.

“He was premature. But I’m using all of the resources for him. My family has also sacrificed a little bit of theirs for Min Ho”

“I must thank them…” you smile, grabbing his free hand.

“There’ll be time for it…” he nods and you return to typing.

“Wait… So got pregnant on the moon?” Both of you start chuckling.

“Yes, give me my Record Guinness”

The moment of cackling is interrupted by Min Ho cooing.

“He wants to participate in the conversation too,” you say.

Yun Jae looks down at his son. He looks mostly like him, but he has your lips and skin.

Then he looks back at you and sees you invested in writing something.

“What are you doing?” He asks, standing to stand beside you.

“It’s a report, let me submit it…”

Some minutes of silence between you two, just the coos of Min Ho, and then you finally close your laptop.

“So, we’ve found a tree in South America…” Yun Jae widely opened his eyes, looking expectantly at you. “I’m waiting for researchers to bring some evidence”

“We need the evidence to survive the trip back, I’m leading the experiment,” you say, looking away at your sleeping daughter. “If we succeed, we’ll be able to produce water”

Yun Jae hugs you, his big hand caressing your head in his chest, the other holding Min Ho.

“I’m so proud of you” You smile, accepting the compliment and feeling like you are slowly freeing your love for him.

…

It’s at night when you finally accept you have been in love with Han Yun Jae before you could even accept it.

You lay naked in bed, with him on top of you, kissing you softly and possessively.

“I missed you so much”

“I missed you too” he kisses your forehead and proceeds to rub your folds with his length before pushing in.

You close your eyes, savoring the feeling after ten long months.

Yun Jae is fascinated by touching the body of the woman who gave him a child amidst chaos and horror. He can see that you went through changes, the color and size of your breasts, the softness in your stomach, the stretch marks in your inner thighs. He finds beauty everywhere. And at the same time, it drives him crazy.

“Please, harder…” you beg, barely able to talk because he feels too good. The way he slides in and out, stretching you each time no matter how wet you were. You have to bite your tongue to not wake up little Min Ho.

“You want it harder, baby?” You nod and he makes your wishes come true.

“I love you…” he doesn’t stop, he leans down and kisses you before answering you.

“I love you too”

It had been worth the wait.

…

Yun Jae hears you and Min Ho laughing. He was turning two years old and you wanted to celebrate his birthday with your family.

Yun Jae thanked them as he promised.

He was placing the cake you had ordered in the fridge and upon hearing the constant yells and laughter, he went out to see what was happening in the backyard.

He smiled at the sight.

It was Min Ho’s first time using a pool.

Rain was coming back, and woods and jungles were growing green again. Irrigation systems started being used again and the world was healing.

Yun Jae thought both of you would die on the same earth without water, but probably allowing your baby to grow up with hopes of having it again.

To his surprise, he was celebrating his son’s second birthday and soon he would have to buy a first anniversary wedding gift.

“Yun Jae, come to see this!” He hears you calling him and he gets closer, taking a seat in the towel you placed on the floor for him.

He watches Min Ho splashing water everywhere and he has to hug you because the moment felt like it was dream.

But it was real.

————

I’m ignorant, someone pls tell me the correct way of writing Korean names. For example is it…

a. Han Yun Jae

b. Han Yun jae

c. Han Yun-Jae

d. Han Yun-jae

e. Han yunjae

[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise - Part 2

summary: Last night's activities, are here to haunt today. You have to face the music...

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr,

I was dreaming.

That had to be the explanation.

Because there was no way in real life that Gong Yoo—superstar, professional heartthrob, and the man whose face I had drunkenly collided with last night—was standing in my apartment, looking entirely too smug, and suggesting that we pretend to be engaged.

I gripped the doorframe for support. “Let me get this straight—you want me to just… go along with this ridiculous story?”

He nodded. “Exactly.” 

I blinked. “Absolutely not.”

He sighed, pulled out his phone, and turned the screen toward me.

My stomach dropped.

📢 BREAKING NEWS: Gong Yoo’s PLAYBOY ERA IS OVER! Who is the mystery woman who stole his heart? 📢 He vowed to marry the next person who kissed him… AND HE MEANT IT!!! 📢 Enemies to lovers? Fake dating? K-drama plot IRL?!

And then, the worst part—a photo of me, mid-kiss, looking like a drunken mess, with my arms wrapped around his very famous face.

Someone had even Photoshopped a wedding veil on me. WITH SPARKLES.

I nearly blacked out.

“Oh. My. God.” I turned to Mia, my best friend. “Please tell me this is a joke.”

Mia, who was having the time of her life and my EX-bestfriend, just sipped her coffee and said, “I mean… it’s kinda romantic?”

I gaped at her. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am.” She gestured lazily toward Gong Yoo. “But, babe, look at him.”

I refused to look at him. Looking at him was dangerous. Looking at him might trick my brain into thinking he was attractive and charming and not a walking scandal generator with the smuggest smirk known to man.

Instead, I turned back to him. “So if I say no, what happens?”

He exhaled dramatically. “Well, then the media spins the story that I was ready to settle down, and you crushed me.” He placed a hand over his heart. “It’ll be tragic. I’ll probably have to write a song about it.”

I scowled. “You don’t even write songs.”

“I might start.”

Oh my god, I wanted to kick him.

But he was right. If I walked away now, I’d get eaten alive by the internet. If I agreed, I could at least control some of the damage.

I exhaled sharply. “Fine. But I have conditions.”

His brows lifted, clearly entertained. “By all means.”

“One, no staged PDA. I refuse to be part of some ‘oops, the paparazzi caught us making out in an alley’ moment.”

He sighed. “There go all my plans.”

I glared.

“Fine, fine,” he said, biting back a smirk. “No staged PDA. Unless you beg for it.”

I swear to god if I had a knife right now, it would be in his skull. 

“Two,” I continued, ignoring him, “I keep my normal life. I don’t quit my job, I don’t get sucked into some industry circus, and I don’t suddenly become an influencer.”

“No brand deals?” “No.”

“No luxury vacations?” “No.”

“No matching couple outfits?”

I blinked. “That was never on the table.”

“Pity.” He sighed dramatically.

I refused to laugh.

“And three—” I took a deep breath “—I want compensation.”

Mia choked. “Oh my god. You’re negotiating with Gong fucking Yoo?” 

He glanced at Mia and grinned. “I like it. What do you want?”

I thought for a second. “Pay off my student loans.”

“Done.”

I froze. “Wait, what?”

“I could do it right now,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Wanna watch?”

I hated how attractive that sentence was.

I folded my arms. “I feel like you agreed too quickly.”

“What can I say?” He smirked. “I’m a romantic.”

I snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

Then, just as I was about to fully process the insanity of agreeing to a fake engagement with Gong Yoo, his phone buzzed again.

He checked the screen, then slipped his phone back into his pocket, looking a little too pleased with himself.

“What now?” I asked suspiciously.

“Well,” he said, stretching like he had all the time in the world, “since we’re engaged now, my manager thinks it’d be cute if we were seen together today.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Seen where?”

He grinned. “Oh, you know… on a date.”

I nearly choked. “Excuse me?!”

“Nothing crazy,” he assured me, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Just lunch. Maybe a little hand-holding. A few longing stares across the table.” He tapped his chin. “Do you know how to gaze at me adoringly? Should we practice?” 

I was going to kill him 

“No,” I said firmly. “Absolutely not.”

“Too late,” he said, already grabbing his coat. “There’s a car downstairs waiting for us.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Mia was already shoving me toward the door.

“Oh my god, just go,” she said, practically vibrating with excitement. “Worst-case scenario? You get free food and the world’s most ridiculous story.”

I was going to kill her too and then dump their bodies in a dumpster. 

But before I could protest, Gong Yoo was already holding the door open for me, his expression full of pure, unbearable amusement.

“Shall we?” he asked, voice smooth and teasing.

I glared at him. “I hope you trip on the way down.”

He smirked. “If I do, will you catch me?”

This was a disaster waiting to happen.

a/n: OMG, thank you so so so so much for your love on pt1, honestly I didn't expect this so thank you so much again! It was fun writing this as well, literally like- some of yall were suggesting me to just get them married, which honestly isn't so bad, but I kinda thought it would have been too hasty, so I am sorry for that..I hope yall love this part too!

[gnaomignome]

Full kdrama sketch series!! This was rlly fun to do. Anyways I wish I could watch Coffee Prince and Vincenzo for the first time again

[v1tfrma]

I'm glad Squid Game is bringing him the attention he deserves, he's such a great actor, he's also a July cancer just like me (I don't really believe in star signs but I thought it was cool)

[hagarsays]

DAMN!!! Gong Yoo like you trying to kill everyone

[fgadfanpage]

Gong Yoo for Louis Vuitton (2025).

From Management SOOP and Gong Yoo on Instagram.

[page-soobinnie]

Heres a list of movies and shows i recommend

And where to watch the links are my review on them (updated 04/30/25)

All of us are dead (korean) (horror) (TV) (Season 1) (Netflix)

Alice in borderland  (Japanese) (scifi/thriller) (TV) (season 1-2) (Netflix)

The sound of magic (Korean) (fantasy) (TV) (Netflix)

Midnight  (korean) (horror/thriller) (movie) (Tubi)

Mourning grave (korean) (horror) (movie) (Tubi)

Death bell (korean) (horror) (movie) (YouTube)

Death bell 2 the bloody camp (korean)  (horror) (movie) (YouTube)

Squid game (korean)  (thriller) (TV) (Netflix)

The mimic (korean) (horror) (movie) (Tubi)

Gonjiam haunted asylum (korean) (horror) (movie) (Tubi)

Sweet home (korean) (thriller) (TV) (Netflix)

As the gods will (Japanese) (horror/thriller) (movie) (Crunchy Roll)

The wailing (korean) (horror) (movie) (Tubi)

Extra curricular (Korean)   (thriller) (TV) (Netflix)

Incantation (tai) (horror) (movie) (Netflix)

My name (Korean) (crime/thriller) (TV) (Netflix)

Train to Busan (Korean) (thriller/horror)(movie) (Tubi/YouTube)

Money Heist Korea (Korean) (crime/thriller) (TV) (Netflix)

#ALIVE (Korean) (thriller/horror) (movie) (Netflix)

Ju-on origins (Japanese) (horror) (TV) (Netflix)

The divine fury 1 (Korean) (paranormal horror) (movie) (Tubi)

The con artists (Korean) (thriller) (movie) (Tubi)

Monster (Korean) (horror/thriller) (movie) (Tubi)

The Silent Sea (Korean) (Sci-fi) (TV) (Netflix)

Our love story (Korean) (LGBTQ+(gxg)/slice of life) (Movie) (Tubi)

Hellbound (Korean) (Dark Fantasy) (TV) (Netflix)

Re/member (Japanese) (supernatural horror) (Movie) (Netflix)

The raincoat killer (Korean) (Crime TV/Crime documentary) (TV) (Netflix)

Cinderella (Korean) (movie) (horror) (Youtube)

The doll master (Korean) (Movie) (Horror) (YouTube)

I saw the devil (Korean) (Horror) (Movie) (Tubi)

Silenced (Korean) (Drama) (Movie) (Netflix)

Hansel and Gretel (Korean) (Horror) (Movie) (Tubi)

Zom 100: bucket list of the dead (Japanese) (comedy/thriller) (movie) (Netflix)

Strangers from hell (Korean) (horror/thriller/crime) (TV) (Roku channel)

Steel Rain: Summit (Korean) (action/thriller) (movie) (Roku Channel/Tubi)

Unlocked (movie) (Korean) (thriller/crime) (Netflix)

A Killer Paradox (Show) (Korean) (Thriller/crime) (Netflix)

Parasyte: The Grey (Show) (Korean) (thriller/horror) (Netflix)

The untamed (Chinese) (Thriller) (TV) (Netflix)

Hidden Blade (Chinese) (Action/thriller) (movie) (YouTube)

Formed Police Unit (Chinese) (Action) (movie) (YouTube)

Born To fly (Chinese) (Action) (Movie) (YouTube)

Weak Hero class 1/2 (Korean) (action) (show) (Netflix)

Urban Legends (Korean) (horror) (movie) (Tubi)

[eddielove]

LOYALTY GONE

[laylahluvsasians]

𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪 || 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬!𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - its currently 2006, you and gong yoo have been dating for over 6 years and got casted in coffee prince together. being casted in a show alongside ur boyfriend sounded fun but lately ur relationship has been rocky.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - toxic relationship, slight smut, sexual innuendos, slightly embarrassing, angst.

𝐚/𝐧 - this won the poll so here ya go, ill be posting the han yunjae oneshot tmr :)

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

two days later.

you had been going on with your life as usual, except now you didn’t have your boyfriend to spend all of your time with. you found yourself having a strange sense of being lost, since you had been in a relationship for quite a while. the routine had been in your routine for so long that it seemed weird to be on your own again, with no one to focus on but yourself.

you tried to distract yourself with other things like studying, but every so often, a random memory would pop into your mind, and the same feeling of disappointment would bubble up in your gut. you tried to ignore the fact that you missed him so badly, and that you wished you hadn’t left that night.

you sat in your room, buried under a mountain of blankets, as a pathetic attempt to soothe yourself. you couldn’t help but feel like you were acting like a lovesick teenager with how much you were moping around over a goddamn breakup.

you were currently trying to study again, but your mind kept wandering over to memories of gong yoo. you were definitely not as clingy and codependent as you were when you guys were in the beginning of your relationship, but you still needed him in your life. now that he was gone and there was no signs of him trying to get you back, you definitely felt like you were in the wrong.

you remembered some of your first few dates when you guys were still new and everything was fresh. gong yoo would pick you up from your apartment and drive you everywhere, and you loved the feeling of his hand intertwined in yours. you missed the feeling of being in his embrace and being able to kiss him whenever you wanted. despite you being the clingy one in the early stages of your relationship, you still felt like he was a part of your soul that had been ripped out.

and god you missed the sex.

you buried your face in the pillow to muffle a sigh, as the memories of being naked under him flashed through your mind. you could already feel yourself heating up just thinking about him.

you could remember just how good gong yoo is in bed, and that familiar sense of arousal started to grow. god, you missed him so bad, you were almost feeling as frustrated as you were at the beginning, when you were so goddamn needy and desperate for his attention.

you tried to go back to studying, but you couldn’t focus and you could feel yourself on the verge of giving in to your desire. you almost called his number, with the urge to just hear his voice, but stopped yourself at the last moment.

you felt like you were going insane. you never realized how much gong yoo affected you by just his presence, until now when you were deprived of it. you were starting to understand that there was absolutely no one in this world that could replace him in your life. he was just so special, and that’s not because of his career. he was just as obsessed with you as you were with him. there was no one else who could ever make you feel this way, and you just felt absolutely hopeless at this point.

this was the first time in your life that you realized how important gong yoo was to you. the thought of not being with him anymore, and just being alone forever felt like the worst thing in the world. you knew that no one else could touch you the way he could, no one else could look at you in a way he did. you were hopelessly in love with gong yoo and you could only hope you didn’t ruin your relationship beyond repair. you were about to give in and call him when you heard a loud knock at the door.

you snapped out of your thoughts and jumped at the sudden noise. you quickly got up from the bed and walked over to the door. you were wondering who could be outside, considering you weren’t expecting any guests or waiting for any deliveries.

you were wearing a oversized shirt with no pants, just panties.

you opened the door, expecting a random neighbor or a package delivery, but was surprised to see that it was none other than gong yoo standing in the hallway.

he stared at you in that huge shirt that revealed way too much of your smooth, soft thighs. despite how much he tried to ignore that fact, he couldn’t deny that he had been craving to see you and it took a lot of discipline for him to not show up yesterday. he was trying to maintain some sort of self respect and not crawl back to you like a whipped puppy, but seeing you like this was making it awfully tempting. he ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat.

“can i come in?” he asked, still staring at your half-naked legs. despite being apart for the last few days, he was just as captivated by you as he was before.

“why?” you respond deciding to be petty.

“we need to talk,” he said, looking up from your legs and directly into your eyes. he knew that he needed to make some things crystal clear with you, but god just one look at you made him want to throw you back onto the bed and do unholy things to you.

“we already talked.” you cross ur arms over ur shoulders.

“and clearly that didn’t solve anything,” he said, pushing past you and walking into the apartment. he wasn’t taking any chances of anyone else seeing you in that goddamn oversized shirt.

he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, watching you cross your arms over your chest. “go put shorts on,” he said firmly.

“no.” you reply being a brat.

he could see the look of defiance in your eyes, and he had to force himself to stay in control. he felt like he was gonna rip that shirt off and make marks that no one else was allowed to see.

“don’t make this harder than it already is, sweetheart.” he said, tilting his head as he observed you.

“this is my hotel room, i can wear what i want. thank you.” you state, matter of a factly.

he was just about ready to go feral. if you didn’t put some goddamn pants on his self control was gonna completely snap. he couldn’t help but feel himself getting hard just from seeing the way the shirt hung loosely off of your shoulders and how your thick thighs were just begging to be marked up.

“i swear to god, if you don’t go get some pants on, i’m gonna rip that shirt right off you,” he said, giving you a pointed look.

“you say that like i’d be complaining if you did it,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

he let out a low groan in frustration. this was just torturous. “i’m trying to have a serious talk here, and you’re not helping by standing there like that.”

“then maybe you shouldn’t have just barged in here,” you said, taking a step closer to him. “i was minding my own business.”

“it’s not my fault that you never lock your goddamn door,” he said, taking his gaze off of your legs and looking up at your face. “besides, are you really that comfortable being in a shirt alone without a bra on?”

“yes.” you reply unbothered.

he felt his fingers twitching as his self control slowly started to slip away. he had to do everything possible to stay in control of the situation. “you’re an goddamn tease.” he said, his gaze traveling up and down your body.

you couldn’t help but feel cocky. having him all worked up like this made you want to mess with him even more. “does it get on your nerves a little? knowing that i’m half naked in front of you?”

“yes,” he said, gritting his teeth. he was already so on edge right now, and you were pushing him closer to the edge. he balled his hands into fists, resisting the urge to reach out and grab you by the hips.

“ah, then it’s working,” you said, tilting your head to the side. you took another step closer to him, putting ur hand on his cock. “you seem a little tense, you know.”

he bit back a moan and grabbed your wrist as you started to palm him. “god, i swear, you’re a goddamn tease,” he said, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“hmm, and what are you going to do about it?” you asked, giving him an innocent look as if you weren’t slowly driving him crazy.

he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on your wrist. he was getting desperate now and losing the battle with self control. “god, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said, his voice becoming just a bit breathy.

you get on ur knees.

he nearly groaned at the sight of you on your knees. it was hard to even focus on trying to not lose control.

“oh my god,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. “you’re gonna be the death of me, darling.”

“hmm, is that a threat or a warning?” you asked, looking at him through your lashes.

“both,” he said, gripping your chin a little harder. he was using every ounce of self control to not pick you up and throw you onto the bed.

you slowly unzip his pants.

he inhaled sharply as he watched you undo the zipper of his jeans, and he couldn’t stop the words that fell out of his mouth. “you’re so goddamn impatient,” he said, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“hmm, i haven’t had any in a few days,” you said, wrapping your hand around his now hard length and stroking him slightly. “it’s been torture.”

he let out a low groan as you touched him, and he grabbed your hair. “you’re just as needy as i am if not worse,” he said, his voice already strained.

“says the guy who’s already getting hard for me,” you said, looking up at him with a smirk on your face.

“is that so?” he said, tugging at your hair lightly. “don’t get so cocky now. you’ll do exactly as i tell you.”

“is that so?” you said, teasing him and pretending to be coy. “and what is it that you want me to do, exactly?”

“oh darling,” he said, pulling you up to your feet and pinning you against the wall behind you. “you’re gonna find out very soon.”

he leaned in and whispered into your ear as he ran his hand over your thigh, leaving chills over your body. “you’re gonna remember who you belong to.”

your breath hitched at his words, and you melted in his grip. “i’m all yours,” you said, placing your hands on his chest.

“damn right, you’re mine,” he said, his eyes roaming over your body once again. he couldn’t wait any longer to have you right there. he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bed.

[kiss-me-muchoo]

WE ARE LOSING THE FUCKING PLOT WITH GONG YOO

someone promise me that they’ll keep writing fanfics for him and I’ll keep writing as well

[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise - Part 3

summary: Your lunch date continues as the two of you navigate through the attention, chaos and your own clashing personalities.

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr

I should have known lunch wouldn’t be normal.

Not with Gong Yoo. Not with the media circus breathing down our necks. And definitely not when the waitstaff gasped the second we walked in like we were royalty.

“This was a mistake,” I muttered, tugging at the sleeves of my totally-not-date-appropriate hoodie.

“Nonsense,” Gong Yoo said, placing a hand on the small of my back like a seasoned performer. “We’re a perfectly in love, totally natural couple. Just act normal.”

“Normal people don’t have to pretend to be engaged.”

“Details,” he said with a smug little smile.

Before I could object, we were being ushered to a ridiculously romantic corner table with candles, fresh flowers, and a window overlooking the view outside

I turned to him. “Did you plan this?”

He lifted an innocent brow. “I have no idea what you mean.”

I did not believe him.

The waiter approached, visibly trembling. “M-Mr. Gong Yoo! It’s an honour! A-and Miss…” His eyes flickered to me, recognition dawning. His pupils dilated. “Oh my god. You’re… her.”

I gave him a weak wave. “Hi.”

The waiter clasped his hands together dramatically. “I can’t believe I’m serving Korea’s most beloved couple.”

Gong Yoo, the absolute menace, just smiled and said, “Neither can we.”

I kicked him under the table. Hard.

He barely flinched.

“Should I bring out champagne?” the waiter asked eagerly.

“No need,” I said quickly. “Water’s fine.”

“Actually,” Gong Yoo mused, tapping his chin, “do you have anything to celebrate a whirlwind romance?”

The waiter practically levitated with joy. “Of course! I’ll bring our special for today”

I was going to strangle Gong Yoo.

As the waiter scurried off, I turned back to him, glaring. “Would you like to be murdered now, or after dessert?”

He propped his chin on his hand, utterly unbothered. “Murdering your fiancé in public? Bold choice.”

I scowled. “I’m not your fiancée.”

He sighed theatrically. “Tell that to the hundreds of fans outside.”

My stomach plummeted.

I peeked toward the restaurant’s entrance—sure enough, a horde of people were gathered outside, phones raised, waiting for their next dose of drama.

I groaned. “Oh my god, they’re filming us.”

“Then we’d better make it convincing.”

Before I could react, Gong Yoo reached across the table and took my hand.

Casually. Effortlessly. Like he’d done it a million times before.

I froze.

His fingers were warm, steady, and ridiculously confident.

I should have pulled away. I should have yanked my hand back and reminded him that this was fake.

Instead, I just… sat there.

“You’re blushing,” he said, voice silky with amusement.

“I’m not.”  “You are.” “I’m literally not.”

He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “It’s cute.”

I yanked my hand back so fast I nearly flipped the table.

“Stop that.” “Stop what?”

“Whatever you’re doing.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

He smirked. “And you’re not?”

I was going to lose my mind.

The waiter returned, placing our drinks in front of us with a bright smile. “Here you go! A special cocktail for a special couple!”

I grabbed mine, ready to chug the entire thing out of sheer secondhand embarrassment.

But then—just as I brought it to my lips—Gong Yoo spoke again. “So, if we’re stuck having a meal together, we might as well make it interesting.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Define ‘interesting.’”

“Twenty questions.”

I blinked. “What?”

He leaned back, swirling his drink lazily. “You get to ask me anything. I get to ask you anything. No lying.”

I hesitated. “And if I don’t want to answer?”

He smirked. “Then you take a sip.”

It wasn’t the worst idea.

I exhaled. “Fine. You first.”

His eyes twinkled. “Why do you think I’m handsome?”

I nearly choked. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged, utterly smug. “You got drunk and kissed me. You must have found me attractive.”

“I was drunk.”

“And?”

I groaned, grabbing my drink and taking a long sip.

He grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

“Okay, my turn.” I sat up straighter, ready to destroy him. “What’s your biggest fear?”

For the first time, his smirk faltered.

A shadow flickered across his face, brief but unmistakable. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

“Being alone,” he said, casually, like it was nothing.

I blinked, taken aback.

It was the first real answer he’d given me.

For a second, I saw something different in him. Not just the playboy, the celebrity, the man who thrived on attention—but someone who, deep down, had the same fears as anyone else.

And maybe, just maybe… someone I could actually like.

He tilted his head. “What? Surprised?”

I shook my head slowly. “No… just didn’t expect that level of honesty.”

He smirked, but it was softer this time. “Like I said. No lying.”

The conversation shifted after that.

Somehow, between the chaos—the fans outside, the waitstaff watching our every move, the ridiculous romance of the setting—we started talking, really talking.

I learned that Gong Yoo could cook surprisingly well, that he hated wearing socks, that he had once contemplated quitting acting to move to the countryside, and that he loved fishing above all else.

He learned that I hated early mornings, had a ridiculous fear of pigeons, had a job that I loved but paid waayy too less and that I once auditioned for a reality show and completely bombed.

It was… fun.

By the time the meal was over, I had laughed more times than I could count.

And for the first time since this mess started, I thought… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being fake-engaged to Gong Yoo.

Unfortunately, reality came crashing back way too fast.

As we stepped outside, the crowd of fans and reporters exploded with excitement. Cameras flashed, questions were shouted, and someone even threw a flower bouquet at us.

I barely caught it in time.

Gong Yoo turned to me, grinning. “Looks like the universe approves of us.”

I scowled, shoving the bouquet into his chest. “I hope you’re allergic.”

He laughed—a deep, genuine sound that resonated even above the clamour—effortlessly wrapping an arm around my waist, guiding me through the crowd like we’d done this a million times before and for a moment, we ducked into a quieter side street away from the press frenzy.

In the calm of the narrow alley, with the city’s hustle muffled by brick walls and distant traffic, the adrenaline faded, and reality set in. I found myself glancing at him, really looking, and realizing that Gong Yoo had shared pieces of himself I hadn’t expected beneath the charm and the notorious playboy image. He wasn’t just a celebrity contrived for the tabloids; he was a man with fears, dreams, and quirks much like anyone else.

“You know,” he said softly, leaning against the wall as we waited for our ride, “I never imagined a day like today. Not like this, anyway.” I met his gaze, and for a moment, the chaos around us felt like a distant echo. “Neither did I,” I admitted. “This is insane… and yet, not entirely terrible.” He chuckled, a sound both teasing and tender. “Perhaps the universe works in mysterious ways.” I smiled, feeling an unfamiliar warmth. “Maybe"

As the taxi pulled up and we stepped inside, the lights of the city blurred past the window. Amid all the absurdity—a drunken kiss, a fake engagement, a chaotic lunch that turned unexpectedly genuine—I realized that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t entirely opposed to this wild ride after all.

And while the future was as unpredictable as ever, at that moment, I allowed myself a small hope: that what began as a scandalous accident might just lead to something real.

a/n: I will literally never stop thanking yall for giving this fic so much love, like every time yall like it or reblog it or comment on it, I literally FEEL SO HAPPY like omg. Also Gong Yoo has a meet and greet tomorrow in japan so NEW PHOTOS YAYYAYAYYAY. This chapter was fun to write, i know I wrote a few cheesy things in but like honestly you can't blame me for being sucha dork lol. Let me know if this speed ig is like ok or like you want me to go faster, cz I am absolutely clueless. I hope yall eat this part up in 15 mins like yall did with the last one lmao.

taglist (I FEEL SO GRATEFUL): @preppyfella @muchwita @shadow-tumbler @dyingswanpavlova

[borealing]

they sure are firing a lot of gunshots in this pressurised container with no consequences

[afroditeschildren]

Bae Doona | Marie Claire Korea

[hagarsays]

Excuse me GONG YOO HELLO!!! Like are you trying to kill your fans 🫣🫡🥰

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