#a.c.e fanfcition

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Pretend (Chan)

Title: Pretend

Pairing: Reader x Chan (A.C.E)

Genre: Slight Spice/Fluff

Word count: 1126

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

The room is crowded with people dancing to the beat of loud music as I try to squeeze my way past the swarm of people on the dance floor. The beat drops again and again and almost could be in time with my throbbing headache. 

I finally make it to the far wall and lean against it. My black strapless dress clings to my skin as sweat rolls down my back. Even with a drink of ice water in my hands it’s still so hot in the house. The ice in the water long since melted, making my hands wet. 

I set the drink aside on the table beside me and scan the room for my friends. Several of them are on the dance floor with their partners, jumping up and down to the beat. I considered leaving, but I don’t have a ride back home. And walking is out of the question. We drove an hour for this party. And I couldn’t say I thought it was worth it. 

My eyes lock on a tall man coming my direction and my heartbeat spikes. His stride sways as he makes his way toward me, his long blonde hair a tangled greasy mess and his Tshirt and jeans wrinkled and looked like they came out of a garbage can. This same person had been following me around since the start of the party. And I couldn’t shake him. But this time he brings a friend, who looks equally as disheveled and grimy as he did. 

I quickly scan the room; hoping I could run to someone I knew to avoid my stalkers. I silently curse my friends for making me wear this dress. It came above my knees and came down in the front just low enough to tease. They paired it off with a large orange necklace across my collarbone and earrings. My dark hair was swirled into a messy bun that was starting to make my head itch from the bobby-pins.

My eyes land on one of my guy friends and I walk as quickly as possible, with heels on, to him. I darted over to him while he stood at a large bowl full of fruit punch and took his arm. His dark eyes meet mine and he smiles warmly and opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off; 

“Chan, be my boyfriend.” I say rather bluntly. 

His eyes widened in surprise. My cheeks flush as I quickly explain myself, “Look behind my shoulder. Do you see the two men that look kind of like homeless people? One of them has greasy blonde hair.” 

Chan discreetly looks behind me and his eyebrows knit together and I know he’s spotted them. He suddenly wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me behind him. 

“Stay behind me.” He whispers in my ear as the men advance towards us quickly. 

“Good evening gentlemen. Is there something I can help you with?” 

The blonde haired man narrows his eyes at Chan, then his eyes dart to me and he licks his dry lips. A shiver runs down my spine as I hold on to the back of Chan’s white button down dress shirt. Chan must have seen it too because he takes a step back so that my chest is against his back. 

“Who the heck are you?” The blonde haired man sneers. His dark eyes looking up and down Chan. 

Chan’s lip curves up in a smirk, “I’m Chan. This lovely girl, which you two seem to be making uncomfortable, is my girlfriend.” 

The blonde haired mans’ buddy decides to chime in then, “She didn’t seem to be interested in being with you earlier.” He slurs. “Maybe she needs some real men to help her have a good time.” 

I feel heat rush through my body and to my face and have to restrain myself from punching them both. Chan hand goes into a fist beside him, and I can tell we shared the same thought. 

Chan jaw tightens but he forces a smile to his lips as he says cooly, “We had a bit of a misunderstanding before we came here. We needed some time to cool off. You know how couples are. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” 

Quickly, Chan takes my hand and pulls me some distance from the two. They watch us like hawks the entire time but don’t move. 

Once we’re close to a corner of the room Chan checks over his shoulder, both men still watching. 

I hear Chan let out a sigh before looking at me and saying, “I need you to trust me.” 

I look up at him, puzzled. “What for?” 

Chan looks over his shoulder again and then back to me and whispers, “Just trust me.” 

Forcibly, he pushes me up against the wall and leans his head down and begins kissing my neck. My eyes widened and before I could stop myself I take his shoulders and pushed him away from me. Hard. 

He stumbles back a bit, and our eyes meet as we both realize we broke our cover. 

The two men are still watching and smirk at us and start to walk toward us again. Silently, I curse myself and grab Chan’s shirt and pull him back towards me and kiss him hard on the lips. 

His body tenses under my touch but then a second later relaxes and his hands go to my waist as he bends down a bit to deepen our kiss. The familiar warmth pressing my body deeper into his as I reached for his shoulders pulling him closer into me if possible. His tongue traces my bottom lip and fire lights down my spine. 

After some time, I open one eye and see the two men have slink off and are now trying to pick up a new girl. Who looks equally as miserable and desperate as I did moments ago. 

I realize then that Chan’s kiss has gotten slightly more greedy and I quickly pull away. But I put my hands on his face and hold him close as he opens his eyes and meets mine. 

“Chan, they’re gone.” I whisper. Still holding each other.

“Oh....” Chan says quietly. His face flushed red.

But when he goes to slide his arms off of me I find myself looping them back around my waist. Not wanting to lose his warmth.

Chan meets my eyes in shock before chuckling and resting his forehead on mine as he chuckles and whispers into my hair, “Maybe I could be your boyfriend for five more minutes?”

I laugh at the slight plea in his voice but am cut off by his lips coming back and claiming mine again. This time for longer. 

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Only Want To Slow Dance With You (Seyoon)

Title: Only Want To Slow Dance With You

Paring: Seyoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 800 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

*****

I could hear the music coming from inside the brick building as Seyoon and I approached the doors. It wasn’t so loud to disrupt the neighbors, but loud enough to get engulfed by the music, even just at the door. Seyoon lets go of my hand to open the door for me, smiling  fondly as I thank him and walk through the doorway. I hear the door creak as it slowly closes, Seyoon grabbing my hand once again as we both walk through the small hallway leading to a room where bright lights were leaking into the hallway. As soon as we stand in the doorway, we can see almost everybody on the dance floor, dancing as the lights change colors with the beats of the music playing. Further in the corner was the food and drinks table, where a few people resided as they sipped on their beverages. Seyoon tugs my hand slightly, making me follow his steps as he finds the table the rest of the boys were placed. Only Donghun and Chan were seated there, eating food and watching Jun and Byeongkwan dance to the point of exhaustion. 

“Why aren’t you guys out there?” I joke, noticing the sweat from their previous dancing they had been doing throughout the night. 

  “I don’t know how they aren’t passing out.” Donghun shakes his head with a small smile gracing his face as he looks at the two dancers. Seyoon and I sit in the empty seats around the table, sitting across from the two boys also seated at the table. 

  “How come you guys are so late?” Donghun asks with curiosity sparkling in his eyes. 

“We’re just slow.” Seyoon smiles as he looks at me, squeezing my hand that was resting on his knee. 

 The song ends, causing everyone to cheer out of excitement. This is when the two members on the dance floor finally come to sit next to Seyoon and I. 

  “You guys made it!” Jun exclaims with heavy breaths due to his energy being expended through dancing. 

“Did you guys have fun?” I laugh as I was the sweat drip from their hair. 

  “They’re playing great songs!” Byeongkwan shouts over the loud music. “Are you guys going to dance?” 

“Absolutely!” I smile, standing to smooth out my dress before hitting the dance floor. I look down at Seyoon, leaning closer to his ear so I didn’t have to shout. “Are you coming?” 

He shakes his head with a smile. “You go on ahead.” 

I nod, smiling as I walk out to the dance floor. Byeongkwan and Jun show up on either side of me, also joining the other dancing bodies. They stay close to me, just close enough to ward off any prowling dancers that saw me alone. Occasionally spinning me and doing silly dances in the process. My attention wasn’t fully on dancing as I kept glancing over to Seyoon to see if he was going to join the dance floor. However he stayed seated, even when Donghun and Chan got up to dance, Seyoon just watched the rest of us. 

Of course, many other men came up to ask for a dance, which made me thankful I had Byeongkwan and Jun near me to use them as an excuse. As each song passed, the dance floor began to wind down as more people opted out to take breaks. This prompted the selection of a slow song. I look to Seyoon to see him still seated, not making any movements to join the floor. I bid the boys a goodbye, making my way over to him. I sit right next to him, resting my head on his shoulder as I pant heavily from the extensive energy I had just used. 

  “Do you want to dance?” I ask him as I sit up look at him, hearing the soft tune engulf the room. 

  “Are you sure you don’t want to dance with Jun or Byeongkwan?” He asks while looking down at his hands. 

 It may come across as jealousy to most, but not only did he trust us, his voice held sadness. I guessed it was because we had so much fun dancing with each other, he didn’t want to intervene. I gently grab his hand, intertwining our fingers as I encourage him to follow me to the center of the room. 

  “I’m sure.” I smile at him fondly, grabbing his other hand while I walk backwards to look at him. “Because I only want to slow dance with you.” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him close to me, while he places his hands on my waist, his smile growing each second. 

We sway back and forth slowly, not really paying much regard to the tempo of the song as we stare at each other. The rest of the night was comprised of dances such as these, as well as many quiet moments at the table while the rest of the group came on and off of the dance floor. It was a slower, peaceful pace, but it was the one we both preferred and cherished.

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Open, for flowers (Chan)

Title: Open, for flowers

Pairing: Reader x Chan (A.C.E)

Genre: Fluff, flower shop AU

Word count: 3201

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

“Chanie, wait for me!” A little girl screeches to her best friend as she runs frantically down the gravel road. Her ponytail swinging in the breeze behind her.

“I am waiting.” The little boy answers shortly, stopping mid run to wait for her small legs to catch up to him.

She huffs as she comes up beside him. “Where are we going?” She asks impatiently.

“My book says this time of year there’s special flowers blooming. I want to go see.”

Chan loved everything flowers and wildlife. He had a big book that he used to chart when certain flowers would bloom, how long they would keep, the list going on and on. He had a sketchbook that he carried with him everywhere. Inside were thousands of sketches of flowers he had found. Some he even kept dried and neatly pressed inside the sketchbook.

“You’re weird for a boy.” The little girl teases, nudging him with her shoulder.

Chan smiles at his best friend. “You don’t have to come with me you know. I know everyone thinks I’m weird. I won’t be sad if you think the same.”

The little girl looked at him. Her eyes holding some sadness and hurt at his suggestion. “I like going with you, Yuchan.” The little girl answered truthfully, masking Chans eyes widen in surprise.

“Besides,” she adds. “You’re nicer to me than the other boys. Donghun pulls my ponytail all the time.” She rubbed her head as if she could feel his hand tugging at her hair. Making her head sore.

Chan lets out a giggle. “That’s just his way of saying he likes you.” He reassures. His smile turning his eyes turn into crescents, making her smile back.

The little girl suddenly gasps in excitement, making Chan take a step back. “Maybe when we grow up we can open a shop together, Chanie!” She squeals. “Just for your flowers!”

Chan tilts his head to the side, her suggestion new to him. “I never thought about doing that.” He admits.

“I think you should do it.” She encourages. “And I’ll help you.”

That summer day on that gravel road with the warm air circling around the two children was a pivotal point in their young lives. They just didn’t realize how much of one it was.

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“Yuchan!” I call into the small shop. The sweet scent of flowers greeting me as i enter. The smell making me feel like i was home.

A full head of blonde hair peaks behind a door to my right, a smile on his face. “Hi love.” Chan greets warmly.

I smile at my best friend. “Hey. Have you been busy today?”

Chan wipes his hands that were smeared with potting soil off on his apron as he says, “Not too bad. But i am ready for your help if that’s what you’re asking.” He says with a sly wink.

I laugh and set my bag down on a free chair by the door. “Can i go freshen up upstairs?”

Chan nods quickly as he turns his attention to a row of cactuses lining the store window. His eyes catching a certain gleam to them that they always did when he was working in his element.

I rush upstairs to the loft where Chan lived after store hours. The old building was one Chan had been saving up for since he was eight years old. The downstairs portion was his own flower shop, the upstairs was his apartment. A small loft with a large window overlooking the town and letting gentle rays of sunlight spark across the small space.

I smile happily. I loved this place. Chan bought it right out of high school. He let me have a job with him here once it became established. I worked part time throwing papers in the early mornings, and then in the afternoon i worked with Chan. Although many nights i ended up going upstairs with him to watch our favorite movies and play games with the guys.

I change my shirt from a long sleeve to a short sleeve. The spring air getting warmer everyday. I swoop my hair back into a ponytail before tying on my apron and heading downstairs to help Chan work and arrange flower decorations and take any orders we might have had.

My foot hits the last step when i feel a hard tug on my ponytail, making me screech in more annoyance than pain.

“Would you stop doing that, you brat!” I yell at Donghun. Who wears an evil smirk on his face as he stares down at me.

“Nope. I’ve done it since we were kids and I’m going to keep doing it.” He tells me with a sly wink. His dark puppy eyes shining.

I pinch his arm before shoving past him to go behind the checkout counter with Chan. Who greeted me with a warm smile as he handed me a freshly potted cactus to place behind the window for display.

I head to the large window but quickly stop when i see the man leaning over one of the cactuses, his hand hovering over the spikes that covered the succulent.

“Seyoon, what on earth do you think you’re doing? You’re going to hurt yourself.” I scold him, pushing him away from the cactus before he did damage to himself or said plant.

“I wanted to see how sharp it was.” Seyoon whines, his bottom lip pouting.

“I also dared him to touch it.” Donghun adds in.

“I had no say in it.” Jun chimes in. I hadn’t seen him come in earlier.

“But we did think it would be fun to see if he would actually do it.” Byeongkwan adds, who was standing next to Donghun.

“We just didn’t think he would actually do it.” Donghun chuckles as he shakes his head. A crooked grin lining his face.

An older woman with silver hair walks into the store about then. The doors bell ringing as she opens and closes the door.

“If you aren’t going to help us then leave you guys.” Chan hisses. “Before you destroy my shop.”

I give the boys pointed looks, agreeing with Chan. In the end Byeongkwan and Jun stayed to help us. While Seyoon and Donghun ran off somewhere else.

But before they left Donghun was sure to give my ponytail a final tug, making me kick his shin as he scurried out. Seyoon was thoughtful enough to hug me before they left. But he always did that.

Me and Chan worked together feverishly until the sun started dipping into the horizon. Its rays and warmth fading from the streets. Jun and Byeongkwan left, leaving me and Chan to balance the checkbook and clean up for the next day.

I sat at a bar stool carefully arranging a set of red roses for display when Chan came down the stairs from his loft. Two hot cups of coco in his hands as he made his way to me.

He sat on the stool beside me as we drank our coco in silence. Our legs tired from constantly walking all day long.

But my mind wouldn’t settle down. A nagging subject i had been delaying bringing up to Chan tying my stomach in tight knots.

I set the mug of hot chocolate down carefully before taking a deep breath. “Chan?”

“Yeah, love?” Chan answers me. Not really meeting my eyes as he picks dead leaves off a chrysanthemum.

“Mom and daddy want me to go to collage soon.” I tell him bluntly. This makes Chan stop and face me. His big brown eyes going sad. But he remains quiet and patiently waits for me to finish.

“They say i cant spend all my life with newspapers and flowers.” I choke out, trying not to cry. “Daddy wants me to go to med school this fall. He says he wants me to follow in his footsteps.”

My father was the top leading brain surgeon in the US. His name well known to many and his heroic acts publicized on many social media platforms. My mother ran a fashion business. I was never much into clothes. That much showed from my jeans with rips in them and a plain T-shirt. I only ever wore one sweatshirt. And it was one Chan gave me while we were in high school. I wore it nearly everyday. Which she hated. It was too repetitive. She had scolded many times.

“Is that what you want?” Chan asks quietly. His voice unbearably low.

“I don’t know.” I sigh, hiding my face in my hands. Tears threatening to fall down my cheeks. “I do like the world of medicine.” I admit.

Chan nods, “You were always really good at identifying certain herbs that would help with illnesses when we were younger. While I was just good at naming different types of flowers.”

I let out a soft chuckle and shake my head at the memory. “But I don’t know that’s what i want to do.” I tell him, meeting his eyes. “But just for once, i would like for my parents to be proud of me.”

Chan gives me a small smile before standing up from his chair and wrapping his arms around my shoulders, his chest pressing into my back as he rested his chin on top of my head.

“You should do whatever makes you happy, love.” Chan whispers. “You know i would miss you horribly if you decide to move away to a big collage. The shop wouldn’t be the same without you. But i also want you to know that I’m proud of you. Even if your parents aren’t. I’ll support whatever decision you decide to make.”

I feel my chest tighten and tears burn my eyes. My admiration for Chan swelling at hearing his kind words.

I place my hand over his arm as he continues to hold me tightly. “Thank you, Chanie. Really.”

“Anytime, love.” Chan whispers, squeezing me tightly. “And besides,” he adds, “We have all summer before we need to worry.”

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The days got longer and warmer as time dragged on. The shop was always at its busiest time during the summer months. New types of flowers and plants were imported in to sell, drawing people to buy them. Sometimes even in mass quantity.

I tried to ignore the pressing issue of collage and possibly having to move away. The very thought making me sad immediately.

Chan worked almost nonstop during the summer months. He loved this time of year. His skin would become a dark shade of brown from standing outside the shop tending to the flowers that preferred being outside. His hair going blonde from all the sun it was receiving.

But the summer breeze brought a lot of change with it. One afternoon i sat at the counter deep in thought. A sinking feeling plaguing me.

Chan walked in from outside, a large cement pot in his arms. He set it down gently before taking in my dream state.

“Are you lost, love?” Chan asks with a chuckle. A smile tugging at his lips.

I smile and let out a sigh. “Do you realize i have never had a boyfriend before, Yuchan?” I blurt out.

Chan blinks at me, his eyes wide. “Umm...”

“I mean,” I continue, not noticing him tense. “I went through high school with no love life whatsoever. And now I’m faced with maybe going off to collage this fall and i have no idea what it feels like to kiss someone or even be in love.”

Chan hesitates, his jaw slack. “Maybe...maybe you just haven’t found the right person.” He stutters. Trying to keep the tightness out of his voice.

I give him a wistful look. “I know half the boys in this town, Chan. The right man is taking his sweet time coming my way.”

Chan shifts his weight nervously. “Maybe... you.. I mean. Maybe you should wait?” He says quietly. His voice so low i can barely hear him.

“What do you mean wait?” I ask.

“I mean just wait until you know if you’re going to collage or not before thinking about having a boyfriend.” He answers. His voice holding a certain clipped tone to it i had never heard before. His ears a bright red against his tan skin.

“Are you okay?” I decide to ask. Genuinely worried about him.

Chan stares at me. Holding my gaze for much longer than needed. Making my heart pick up its pace.

Chan picks up the cement pot against before grumbling, “Just forget it .” And storming off. Leaving me feeling confused and not any calmer.

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Rain beats heavily against the shops windows. Thunder rumbling across the sky with lightening streaks occasionally lighting up the night sky.

I rush into the store, my hair and clothes soaking wet from the heavy rain. I see Chan cleaning up the shop, a mop in hand as he takes in my appearance with a smirk.

“Is it raining?” He asks sarcastically.

I give him a glare as i pull my wet hair off my neck, a shiver going down my spine.

“I came to see if you needed help bringing some of the flowers in. The storm is only supposed to get worse as the night goes on.”

“I’m okay, love.” Chan reassures. “I brought all the plants in earlier today. I’m sorry, i should have called and told you to stay inside.”

I shake my head, dismissing his apology. “I needed to get away from home anyway. You were my excuse.”

“Well then help me mop the floors and shine up this place.” Chan tells me as he hands me a dust rag.

I smile at him as i start cleaning. Both of us getting lost in easy conversation as the storm continues to rage outside. Rain attacking the windows as we work together.

Eventually, after a moments lapse in the conversation i decide to ask. “Chan, did i say something wrong the other day? When i said i wanted a boyfriend?”

Chan freezes, his shoulders going tight. “Umm.. n.. no”

He stutters. His ears going a bright shade of red.

I give him a quizzical look. Not believing him. “Chan, be honest with me. Please? Did i or did i not upset you the other day?”

Chan lets out a heavy sigh, running a calloused hand across the back of his neck. He slowly turns to face me as he admits, “I just... I don’t understand why you want a boyfriend so bad all of a sudden. There’s only two months of summer left and you decide to worry about how you’ve never been kissed before.”

“I want to know.” I say defensively. “If I’m going to be confined to studying for the next few years i want to experience things that other people have.”

“But... does it have to be with someone you hardly know? And why worry about it? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Chan counters, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Because it means a lot to me. And i want to feel like I’m loved and appreciated by at least someone since i hardly get that from my parents.”

Chan stares at me wide eyed. He scoffs and rubs his eyes, a soft growl escaping his lips. “You just want to feel loved?” He repeats.

“Yeah.” I answer, my voice a little shaky.

“Then what have i been to you all these years?!” Chan shouts, making me jump.

Chan slowly closes the gap between us as he continues, “I have patiently listened to you, let you cry on my shoulder, let you work with me, shared meals with you, everything! What did you think that all meant?”

“Chan, calm down.” I say shakily. Taking a step back but my legs hit a table behind me, stopping me.

“No.” Chan snaps. “I’ve been patient for years. Never once interfering with your life. But all those times you stayed with me to watch movies and would fall asleep on my shoulder, all the times we would talk about how to make this place better, talk about our future, share secrets together, that all made me fall more in love with you.”

I feel my entire body freeze. I stare at Chan wide eyed, his eyes full of tears. Suddenly i feel stupid for never having seen it before.

Chan looks down at the ground, his hands going into fists beside him. “You talk of not knowing what to do with your life. About no one loving you and no one seeing you or caring what you think. But i have always cared, and I always will. But the only future I can see having is one with you in it.”

I feel tears sting my eyes from both joy and just feeling dumb for never having noticed my best friend in that way before. I quickly move forward and wrap my arms around his neck, encasing him in a tight embrace.

Chan freezes for a moment, his arms not going around my waist. His muscles tight as i hold him close to me.

“I should have known.” I tell him, my voice breaking. “I’m so stupid. You’re right. About everything.”

Chan takes my face in his hands, our faces inches apart. “You mean, you feel the same way?” He asks me in disbelief.

I let out a choked laugh, “Chanie, there is no one i would rather fall in love with more than you.”

Chans lips split into a huge smile before he closes the gap between us. The feel of his lips on mine making me tense slightly before relaxing and wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him close to me.

I smile into the kiss, getting lost in his touch and the way his lips taste and feel on mine. I feel my body go limp slightly when he runs his tongue across mine, his hands sliding up my back to pull me closer to him until there was no room between us.

I let out a gasp as he picks me up slightly to set me on the table behind me. One hand resting on my thigh as the other hand stays at the back of my neck, keeping me close to him.

His lips slide over mine softly, both of us just enjoying the feeling of being so close. I pull away from him slowly, resting my forehead against his as he breathes heavily against my lips.

“Does this mean you’ll stay?” Chan whispers, his voice raspy.

I smile and kiss his nose gently. “I’m staying with you.” I answer him, making him smile as he leans in to kiss my mouth again.

Eventually, i slide off the table. Chans face a bright red as we continue cleaning the rest of the shop before going upstairs to his loft. Where we end up talking half the night before i fall asleep on his chest while watching movies. Our limbs tangled together tightly as we bask in the warmth and feeling of security we brought each other. Our new relationship starting a new chapter for the both of us.

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Silk (Seyoon)

Title: Silk

Pairing: Seyoon x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 1.1K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

Warnings: Slight bondage themes

*****

I hold the silk material in my hand as I touch the pleasant material against my skin. I felt nervousness bubble inside me as I thought about bringing them up to Seyoon. He was very calm in everything, but it didnt calm my nerves any knowing this.

I emerge from the bedroom, Seyoon relaxing on the couch with the tv on, although he was distracted by his phone, just using the tv as background noise.

“Hey Seyoon?” I catch his attention, keeping the material bunched in my clenched fist. “Can I ask you something?” I sit next to him as he watches me with a small smile.

He gives me a nod to continue as he give me his full attention.

I look down to my fist as I try to think of the best way to bring up the topic.

“I want to try something.” I finally tell him, looking up to meet his eyes that swirled with curiosity.

“What did you want to try?” He asks with an innocent smile, not realizing the bomb I was about to drop on him.

I bring my fist towards him, unclenching it to reveal the light blue strings. Seyoon tilts his head, reaching out to grab on of the silky strings as he inspects it close to his face. It takes him a moment before his face finally changed to realization, then to a bright blush as he realizes what the item was used for.

“I have one question.” He looks to me, his eyes hazy, making them shine in the light. I nod at him, my nervousness filling my stomach once again.

“Who wears them?” He asks, excitement evident on his face as he leans in closer to me.

I blush as I realize he was agreeing. “Either one of us can.”

“Who do you want it to be?” He asks, leaning his head into my neck where he begins to kiss the side.

I close my eyes as I lean my head back to give him more access, breathing out a sigh as I answer him. “I wanted to try them with you wearing them.”

Seyoon quickly licks my neck, his tongue licking up to my jaw as his lips reach my ear. “Then tie me up.”

I feel an ignition in my belly at his words, grabbing his face to meet mine as I bring our lips together in a heated kiss. Seyoon stands us up, leading us into the bedroom but keeping our lips locked throughout the process. He sits on the bed, bringing me into his lap as he rests his back against the headboard. He pulls away, grabbing my wrist gently as he places the silk in my hands and brings his wrists in front of me.

I reach my hands down to his shirt, tugging it roughly. “This needs to come off first.” I raise it above his head, his torso now exposed to me. I bite my lip as I bring the light blue material to his wrists, the silk complimenting his skin as I tie it loosely around. I tie both of them to the headboard, restraining his wrists outwards.

“These are delicate.” I whisper in his ear, my fingers tracing the strings to his wrist, trailing them up his arm lightly. “You can break them easily. But if you don’t, you’ll be rewarded.”

Seyoon shuts his eyes tightly as he lets out a heavy breathe, his muscles tightening at my featherlike touches. I scoot closer to him on his lap, my hands resting on his shoulders as I lean in to kiss his lips. It was odd at first, not having Seyoon’s hands resting on my hips as I ran my fingers through his hair. But with each tense of his shoulders and sigh of frustration that came from him, the oddness was replaced with confidence as I took control. He tried to force his tongue into my mouth, but with his hands restrained he failed as I, instead, slide my tongue into his mouth, rubbing it against his. His knee bent towards me, pushing my body flush with his as my hands came to his chest to catch myself. His skin was hot to the touch, making me excited that he got so worked up so quickly. I trail my hands down to his stomach, feeling his abdominal muscle that he had worked so hard for.

“How do you manage to be so beautiful?” I ask him as I watch my hands trace his defined lines.

I lean my head down, bringing my lips to the skin just below his jawline. I bite and suck gently, Seyoon’s head leaning back as he tenses and pulls against the silk. I smile against his skin as I lick the red spot I had just formed before creating a trail of hickies down to his chest. His chest moves up and down quickly as he was practically panting against my lips. I begin to bite the expanse of his chest, his arms pulling against the silk roughly, I was surprised they hadn’t snapped yet.

I enjoyed seeing him this way, but I also missed his hands on my body.

“Seyoon.” I whisper as I bring my head to face his. “Break them”

Seyoon smirks as he looks up at me. “Do you want me to touch you that bad?” He teases.

I glare at him, leaning away from him and completely taking my hands off of him.

“Wait.” Seyoon whines out, pulling against the material in a failed attempt to grab me before I pull away fully.

I smirk at him. “Look who wants to be touched now.”

Seyoon’s eyes suddenly spark, a smirk appearing on his face as he begins to flex his arm against the silk material, loosening it. I watch his arm with widened eyes. It snaps in half, Seyoon’s hand immedietly pushing my back to push my stomach into his chest.

I gasp as I grab the silk that was still attached to his wrist. “You broke it.”

Seyoon reaches behind me, uniting the other ribbon from his wrist, both of his hands free. “I cant wait to see you with these on and see how tortuous it will be.”

I suck in a breath, my body rigid as Seyoon flips us over, his body hovering over mine has his teeth begin to attack my neck.

I breath out as my back arches off the bed, pushing against Seyoon. His hand goes to my back, his fingers slipping past my shirt to run against my spine delicately.

“Seyoon, please don’t tease.” I manage to get out between breathes.

“Since you begged so nicely.” He whispers as he proceeds to slip the material over my head, finally giving me what I want.

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Interrupt (Donghun)

Title: Interrupt

Pairing: Donghun (Ace) x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word count: 1017

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

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The evening lights of Korea shine through the window causing a twinkling glow to shine through while I sit at my desk in my bedroom working on a few things. 

The house is quiet as usually with only the occasional sound of the thermostat kicking on or Hae moving on the bed behind me to get more comfy. 

I rub my tired eyes and close out the tabs on my laptop. I’m ready to click the sleep button when I pause and look at my laptops wallpaper. 

It was a photo of me and Donghun when we got married. Jun and Chan stood in the background making faces while me and Dongun posed for the photo. I smile for a moment before a pain ripples through my heart. That was a year ago, and I hadn’t seen Donghun in over a year. 

He had left for one more world tour with the boys and almost never got to come home. He rarely got the privilege of a phone call to home due to time changes and late night concerts.

I slam the laptop shut before tears can stream down my face and quickly stand up, making Hae raise her head in alarm. 

I pick her up and snuggle her against my chest, her purring vibrating against me. I kiss the top of her head as I open the bed up and whisper to her, 

“Let’s go to sleep.” 

To which Hae gives off a small meow, which I take for her agreeing. 

I lay down on my side and Hae curls up under the blanket next to me. Her eyes growing heavy as she softly needs the blanket. I turn the light off and lay there for a moment watching the lights of Korea twinkle, gently petting Hae as I think. 

Finally, my eyes grow heavy and I feel my breathing slow down. I just fall asleep when I hear the keypad on the front door ding. 

My head comes up quickly as I listen for the noise again. My heartbeat picks up when I hear footsteps come inside and the door shuts. 

I slowly get up, leaving Hae to continue sleeping. I open the bedroom door just slightly to peak down the hallway toward the door. Only a few people knew the code to the door, my parents and Donghun’s being one. The other, was Donghun. 

My eyes widen when I recognize the familiar body shape of the man setting his bag down by the front door. His hair was short now but he wore a hoodie I had seen him wear a million times.

I open the bedroom door quickly, the sound drawing his attention. 

Donghun smiles widely at me and opens his arms, 

“Surprise.” He says, making me smile as I run into his arms. 

Donghun catches me and wraps my legs around his waist, picking me up and holding me close to him. 

I bury my head in his neck, feeling his warmth radiate onto my skin, assuring me he was real. 

I bring my head up and run my fingers over his hair. “Your hair is so short.” I choke out. 

“I know.” Donghun says remorsefully, his hands sliding down my back. “It will grow back.” 

I nod before resting my forehead against his, a sigh escaping his lips as he brings a hand to the back of my neck to bring me closer. 

“I’ve missed you.”  I whisper, kissing his nose gently, feeling butterflies erupt in my stomach. 

Donghun closes the gap and kisses my mouth greedily. The long slow kiss healing all the time we had spent away from each other. 

His hands find the hem of my shirt, his cold hands on my skin making my back straighten and a soft gasp escape my lips. 

Donghun lays me on the couch, the kiss breaking while he adjusts his body over mine. His lips find my neck, making me shutter. 

“I’ve missed you most Princess.” 

He whispers, leaving small kisses across my neck and collarbone. 

I gently bite his ear making his breath come in gasps before pressing against his body and pushing him until he laid underneath me, my legs straddling his hips. I intertwine my fingers with his as i pin them above his head, making him let out a moan. 

“You’re letting me be in control?” I whisper against his ear, making me smirk when I see his eyes close tightly from the corner of my eye. 

Donghun nods his head, his breath uneven. “You can do whatever you want.” 

I stare down at him, shocked to hear him say that. “You only say that when you’re desperate.” I say darkly as my teeth graze his jawline. 

Donghun’s hands go into fists above him, my nails digging into his wrists. 

“Princess please. Please.” Donghun moans breathlessly. His chest rising and falling heavily. 

My lips hover over his, my tongue grazing his bottom lip. 

“Please what Donghun?” I ask, not letting our lips fully meet. 

Donghun pulls his wrists free of my hold and grabs a fistful of my hair as he forces our lips together, the forcefulness of the action making me gasp. 

Donghun lips find my neck again, this time biting the skin harshly, making my breathing heavy as I press my head against his shoulder. 

Donghun is still kissing my neck, his hand tracing down my back when I feel small feet jump onto my back. 

I pull away from Donghun slowly only to have Hae make her way up my back meowing loudly until she lays on Donghun’s chest and purrs loudly against his face.

Donghun smiles widely, his eyes still glossy but a light shines behind them. 

“She’s missed you a lot.” I tell him as I sit up, petting Hae gently, who now had plopped down on Donghun’s chest rubbing her face against his cheek.

Donghun holds her against his chest, a smile filling his face from ear to ear. 

I smile down at the pair, watching them awhile before leaning down and softly kissing Donghun on the mouth before whispering, “Welcome home.” 

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Beg (Byeongkwan

Title: Beg

Pairing: Byeongkwan x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 1.2K Words

Writer: Kpopmadness

“Come on,” my boyfriend whines to me for the hundredth time that night. “Don’t be like this.”

I ignore him and keep walking into our apartment and get rid of my shoes before walking to the bathroom to remove my makeup.

“Please, I said I was sorry.” Byeongkwan whines, following me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I know you did.” I say simply, continuing with my night routine.

“You still won’t give in? I told you I was running late. I didn’t know I would be four hours late.”

I let out a heavy sigh remembering the nights events. Me and Byeongkwan had scheduled a fancy dinner to go to. He had been on tour for months now. I barely ever saw him or heard from him. Making our relationship difficult. I was at the restaurant early that night, all dressed up. I waited for four hours. The first hour wasn’t a big deal because I knew he usually was an hour late to things. But then the hours drug on making him late because of rehearsal for their comeback and the heavy traffic of Seol Korea.

By the time he had showed up at the restaurant our food had long since gone to waste and I was beyond mad. We didn’t stay, only payed the check and left.

I remove Byeongkwans hands from my waist and push him out the bathroom door before saying tiredly, “I’m going to take a bath.”

Byeongkwan opens his mouth to say something, but seems to think better of it and nods solemnly and walks away from the door back to our bedroom.

I let out a sigh and close the door before I start getting undressed and sit in the tub for the next hour. My mind spinning and my heart feeling heavy. I knew I should forgive him, because tonight wasn’t entirely his fault. But a large part of me just didn’t care to right now. Especially since we had planned this months in advance.

Once I get out and dress into more comfortable clothes, I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water before going to bed.

“You still aren’t going to talk to me?” Byeongkwan’s voice says quietly from behind me.

I don’t answer as I proceed to fill the glass with water. I feel Byeongkwans hands slide around my waist again. My face flushes when I feel his skin against mine. I realize that he still has his white dress shirt and slacks on. But his tie is off and his white button down is unbuttoned half way, leaving his chest exposed. While I still can, I jerk away from him quickly. Feeling his heat leave my back.

“Now I can’t touch you?” He whines.

I still don’t answer him.

He lets out a sigh and I see him run his hand through his hair out of the corner of my eye.

“What do I have to do to make tonight up to you? Beg you?”

I consider this before setting the glass of water down and facing him. His dark hair is messy and his chest moving deeply with his breaths.

“Yes.” I say flatly, crossing my arms.

“What?” Byeongkwan says, an eyebrow raising.

“Beg me.” I dare. My eyes narrowing.

Byeongkwan lets out a laugh that borders on hysteria.

“Are you serious?” He takes a step toward me and holds out his hands.

I press my back against the counter harder and hold my arms away from his grasp.

“No. I won’t touch you, unless you beg me.” I say flatly. My eyes kept contact with him the entire time.

“How… How do you want me to beg you?” He stutters. Looking unsure.

“On your knees would be a good start.”

Byeongkwan lets out another laugh that’s mixed with humor about his current situation and annoyance. But he rolls his shoulders back and down and goes to his knees gently before meeting my eyes and saying softly;

“Please… I am so, so sorry about tonight. Please, let me make this up to you.”

“So what are you going to do about it?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.

Byeongkwan stares up at me for a moment before getting up off his knees, both his hands on the counter either side of me, his white shirt coming open more. Making me gulp nervously.

Byeongkwan leans in close enough for me to feel his breath tickle my ear. I still hold my ground despite my heartbeat picking up and racing in my chest. Byeongkwan runs his nose up my neck to my ear, just barely touching my skin. Giving me goosebumps.

But I quickly shove away from him. I start to make my way to our living room, my face burning red.

Then I feel Byeongkwan’s hand grab my wrist and pull me backward until my back is flush against the wall and his hands are on either side of me. Pinning me there.

“Don’t just walk away from me.” He growls lowly. His face inches from mine.

“I can do what I want.” I say defiantly. But I secretly hate how weak my voice sounds.

“And I could easily do a lot of things to you to make up for tonight.” He whispers darkly.

Which makes me let out a small gasp.

“I didn’t make it for our date tonight. And that’s my own fault.” He says, his nose running back down my neck.

“That being said, I surrender. I am yours to control tonight.”

My heart almost stops and I hear myself let out a gasp and rest my hand against his bare chest for support. His eyes meet mine, his nose barely touching mine. A smirk on his lips.

I feel myself cave completely as I rest both my hands on his chest and his fingers run through my hair slowly before he locks his lips with mine.

His hands slide down find my thighs as he brings me up and walks us to the couch, laying me down gently but never once letting his lips leave mine.

I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me but at the same time taking a fistful of his hair and pulling it slightly until his head goes back, making him let out a soft cry.

“I thought you said I was in control.” I whisper horsely, running my tongue along his lips making his groan out before pushing him off me slightly and adjusting our bodies until he was beneath me and I straddled his waist.

I slide my hands down his chest until I feel the final buttons on his shirt and quickly unbutton them and work the material off his shoulders until it fits the floor.

Byeongkwan wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me greedily, his hands sliding up my shirt and tracing my shoulder blades. But I’m the one who bits his lower lip until it’s swollen and his breath is uneven. I’m the one who finds my way down his neck,  letting my tongue trail across his collarbone, making him bite my shoulder in response before letting his tongue rest there to soothe the pain.

I pull away slightly before whispering, “Have you had enough?”

Byeongkwan smirks and lifts me off the couch to carry us to our bedroom before saying, “No. I still haven’t learned my lesson.”