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zaruba-needslove · 4 years ago

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Ahaha. Here I am again with sharing another vid of this same bloody song with meta pasted alongside it. It’s weird how so often my gut feelings over a show ended up hitting right on target.

Like in some other vid comment I said that this song was practically Hyungbin/Soohyuk suffering song. In which few others also agree/had the same opinion and few others argued that it’s not. Since the song appeared in Jongbeom’s scene as well. But now after the drama was concluded and we saw the full picture, there should no longer be any doubts as to whom this song mostly represented. (Like you should watch this vid and look at the lyrics/translations of the lyrics and think about Hyungbin/Soohyuk’s plot throughout the series.)

That said, I might as well do a meta on Hyungbin/Soohyuk now. (Been meaning to do this for a while tbh.)

Since KBSdrama youtube tend to share clips of the current airing drama clips shortly after the episode air, I tend to check the channel out whenever I’m following any certain KBS dramas that I like. And because of that, I tend to read people’s comments as well. Bad habit. There’s something that bothered me a bit about how some people viewed Hyungbin/Soohyuk’s character. Like how they said Hyungbin was an incompetent policeman (for assuming Gong Jicheol the serial killer etc) and how Soohyuk was such a corrupt prosecutor (for having falsified evidence etc) and using that as the reason why they prefered Gong Jicheol/Cheon Jongbeom as their preferred character. While yeah, everyone is allowed to have their preferences I can’t help wanting to defend that Hyungbin/Soohyuk was not the kind of people they think they were.

I mean, how would you expect Hyungbin to figure out the real killer especially when the dude (Gong Inu) was technically ‘dead’ officially? And that time period... there’s still no DNA technology, at most people could test for blood types... as well as fingerprint analysis. And with the many conflicting details (different person who kills, different person to put on the socks on the victim, different(?) person that paints the portraits of the victims...) that didn’t quite make sense, how could Hyungbin figure out who was and wasn’t a suspect? It’s not like Hyungbin was some bigshot cop who had informants all over the place!

(Not to mention the whole how the hell Gong Inu manage to fake his death... but we gonna set that argument aside for now.) With all that already present, making Hyungbin’s investigation a bit problematic to figure out... isn’t it VERY troublesome when you have this kid Gong Jicheol trying to ‘fake’ a new victim, under the pretence of wanting to create a new brain-dead person who could later become a heart donor for Haeeun, by linking his murder to be a part of Gong Inu’s serial murder? Would that be Hyungbin’s fault that Gong Jicheol end up falsely accused for Gong Inu’s murder? While it’s true that Haeeun didn’t exactly see Jicheol murdered the woman, she was there when the woman screamed after being hit by Jicheol, and that salon had only ONE entrance and Jicheol was the only other person inside. What you gonna say about that? Gong Jicheol DID. STILL. MURDERED. A PERSON. And Haeeun ended up having testified for that... albeit under false accusation as it was assumed to be part of a serial murder when it was not.

And this guy also happened to have a big crush on Haeeun and have a habit of shadowing her night and day. And it also happened that Gong Inu was also aware of this crush... and you also have a very carefree Haeeun who still happily carrying around a YELLOW umbrella when a serial murder case with the victim’s being women WITH yellow umbrellas still unresolved. (Oh no... it got Dooly’s picture on it. No dear, IT DOES NOT MATTER!) Do you think, with all this being stacked on Hyungbin’s conscience, that dude will not be EXTRA wary and protective over his girlfriend who happened to have a weak heart and also happened to be the daughter of a couple he inadvertently led to their deaths because of a criminal that he had been chasing after? Do you think that guy will NOT be very frantic when he finds out the stalker that shadowed his gf happened to keep HER UMBRELLA at his home as well as being caught burning the actual keepsake of Gong Inu’s murders in the open??? How on earth would you think that Hyungbin would NOT see Gong Jicheol as a murder suspect? Heck, he was even MURDERED in order to have Gong Jicheol be blamed for his death!

HOW CAN YOU THINK HE WAS INCOMPETENT DETECTIVE WHEN HE’S JUST BEEN INVESTIGATING BASED ONLY ON THE INFORMATION THAT HE HAD AT PRESENT? Also about him initially refusing to have Haeeun testify against Jicheol. Oi, Haeeun had a weak heart. Do you think Hyungbin would want to risk endangering her wellbeing by having her testify at court just so he can get Jicheol jailed? After what happened to her parents?

When Gong Jicheol ran away and try to look for Haeeun, what did you think the first thing that came to his mind? Haeeun’s safety! And he had a reason to be worried. Gong Jicheol did attack the doctor who was checking on him! And we don’t even know if the doctor was only slightly injured or DEAD.

Also on Soohyuk. We were given a brief back story on how Soohyuk’s father ended up suiciding because he felt responsible, due to the fact that the criminal to whom he thought was repenting on their crimes ended up KILLING the witness who testified against them right after they were released from prison. How do you think that incident would’ve affected Soohyuk? As much as his late father had told him to believe in the good of people and that we should give chance for them to redeem themselves, after what happened to his father, do you think he’d trust the words of criminals that claimed to have turn a new leaf and regretted their crimes? Would he ever again trust the words of a criminal? Then, weigh all that to his reason for using unidentified remains and fabricating evidence to make sure all criminals get locked in jail and never again hurt anyone he cared about. Unlike Cheon Seoktae who did it mostly to rise in ranks, Soohyuk just want to keep criminals off the streets. Yes, while his methods may be too extreme... consider this. Can you always know for sure whether someone was innocent or guilty of a crime ESPECIALLY when you don’t have enough evidence/unable to find any evidence because the criminal hid it too well? If you somehow fail to convict a murderer and let them go free, how’d you feel if those criminal create even more victims? Wouldn’t all that guilt haunt you for life afterwards? Then tell me, if you can judge Kim Soohyuk and the people supporting his methods for doing what they did? (The drama DID hint on that tbh, like Dr. Yoo mentioned something about a past case... but we never got to hear about that because the drama sucks on the development of the crime plot.)

Also on the part when Soohyuk shot Jongbeom. That very scene that was almost a parallel between the earlier Hyungbin-Jicheol confrontation. On both situations Hyungbin and Soohyuk was in a state of alarm and panic over Haeeun/Sabin’s safely. And then you have Jicheol/Jongbeom being dodgy AF in between them. And afterwards, both of them made a sudden movement. You think anyone could think long before reacting to the situation? When even ONE SECOND could change between life or death, especially when Soohyuk thought Sabin was hurt (the blood spill from outside, her being tied up, Jongbeom holding a knife and hulking over her menacingly)? And all this could’ve been avoided had Jicheol/Jongbeom just stayed still and disarm himself and allow Hyungbin/Soohyuk to be at ease and be assured that Haeeun/Sabin was safe. Like Jicheol/Jongbeom argued that no one cared to listen to them but on the other hand they also did not bother to listen to others or trust them? So you cannot put all the blame solely on Hyung/Soohyuk for reacting to the situation as is because it’s either that or losing someone they loved. Soohyuk himself had said that the incident was also traumatic to him as well. Meaning he wasn’t also in the calmest state at that time!

Also, I ended up arguing with some other people who still insist that Soohyuk deserved his bad ending because Soohyuk needs to pay for his past sins... even more than Jicheol, and WTH was that LOGIC? As if Hyungbin wasn’t already paying for it by becoming Haeeun’s legal guardian as well as fiancee because of his guilty conscience for indirectly causing Haeeun’s parent’s death to the extent of him having symptoms similar to Haeeun's heart attacks, as well as him being content JUST by seeing Haeeun alive and well thus he ended up going to the extremes in order to protect her. HOW MUCH PUNISHMENT DID YOU WANT THAT POOR FICTIONAL PERSON CARRY?

*breathe*

This should be enough then for Hyungbin/Soohyuk meta. Anything else I’ll just be throwing it all out on my fics. Even if no one would unlikely be reading any of it because of how messed up this drama had been. I need to take a break at writing this. Cos all the anger that resurface while typing this made me feel sick again I need to get something to drink.

#kbs born again #kdrama #kdrama meta #kim soohyuk #cha hyungbin #meta #i hate this drama but i'm too invested in hyungbin/soohyuk #do you know how frustrating that is?#this ended up becoming slightly ranty #i have a lot of strong feelings for hyungbin #hopefully this think was coherent #i tend to type very erratically when i'm emotional

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btsvt-adventures · 5 years ago

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Ice Skating AU - Opposites (sometimes) Attract

A/n: So, this literally took me eons to write, even though I’ve been planning this for a month smh. This is also literally stupid long god... .

Pairing: Jicheol (Jihoon x Seungcheol), Jihan (Jisoo x Jeonghan)

Warning(s): Nothing too major, lots of fluff, some drunk jihoon (drink responsibly kids!!!)

Word Count: 3,388

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Jihoon wants to strangle Soonyoung, and maybe.. to an extent… partly, Jisoo as well. He knows, he just knows that it’s their doing that he’s been tasked with getting drinks with none other than the big, stupid, (cute) figure skater doof Choi fucking Seungcheol. He sends Soonyoung a quick text right before Seungcheol is meant to pick him up, threatening death by hockey stick, and his ex-captain just replies with a lot of winky faces, and a couple eggplants.

Asshole.

Jihoon’s already waiting when Seungcheol pulls up, and the figure skater has to resist the urge to squeal, because Jihoon just looks so fucking cute. He’s drowning in an oversized hoodie, with his blonde hair all tousled from the wind, and he just looks so tiny and adorable (not that Seungcheol would say that he doesn’t want to make things worse.) Jihoon’s ripped jeans however, leave nothing to the imagination, and Seungcheol is quietly drooling over the perky round ass he spotted as Jihoon climbed into his car.

“Let’s go, I have work to do and I don’t want to waste too much time arguing with you over what kind of drinks to get,” Jihoon grumps, pulling out his phone to play some music game while Seungcheol drives, humming to some girl group song.

“I play that too,” Seungcheol piques, startling Jihoon while he’s scrolling through songs to play. “You’re much better at it though, I suck at games like that,” he mumbles, and Jihoon snorts.

“I hope I’m good at it, I’m a music producer; if I can’t match the beat to my own songs I better change careers,” he shakes his head, and Seungcheol reels from the information Jihoon just offered up.

Before he can ask anymore, he sees the supermarket, and decides to hold off his questioning till after he’s parked. He almost makes it too, reversing into a lot when he hears Jihoon humming to the song on the radio, and Seungcheol can’t hold it in anymore.

“What’s your producer name? Have you met any kpop groups? Who do you produce for?” he blurts, flushing red when Jihoon stares at him confusedly. Seungcheol flushes, quickly putting the car into park and getting out, plastering a fake smile on to try and hide his embarrassment.

“Well, I use Woozi, under the studio ‘Universe Factory,’ yes of course I’ve met idols, and I produce for Pledis Entertainment,” Jihoon answers quietly, suppressing a laugh when Seungcheol gawks at him for voluntarily offering the information. “What about you?”

Seungcheol’s brain farts entirely, and he just goes “uH oh right, well I skate professionally of course, but during the off season I teach kids back in my hometown, Daegu,” he stutters, and Jihoon nods, letting the conversation die off.

It’s not an awkward silence, but it is silence, and Seungcheol wants to keep Jihoon talking. He’d seen the way Jihoon had lit up when he mentioned his music, and he wants to see that happen again (he’s already so whipped what the fuck Choi get a grip).

“… box, yeah?”

Seungcheol’s so busy yelling at himself he totally misses whatever Jihoon says, and glances into their trolley to see a giant Styrofoam box.

“Uh…. Why do we need a styrofoam box?” he asks, staring dumbly at it while Jihoon just tsks.

“To keep all the drinks,” he deadpans, like Seungcheol’s stupid for even asking a question like that. Seungcheol shakes his head, plucking the box out of the trolley and putting it back. Jihoon frowns, raising an eyebrow when Seungcheol rounds the corner, re-appearing with a giant cooler box on wheels.

“No, no you gotta use a cooler! A nice big one to keep the drinks chilled properly,” he insists. Jihoon rolls his eyes, turning his nose up at the stupidly expensive box, defiantly picking up the styrofoam box again.

“This will do just fine! What are we gonna do with a giant cooler box after the party anyway?” Jihoon challenges, but Seungcheol refuses to give in, and Jihoon throws his hands up in frustration. “Let’s just get the damn drinks, we can come back to this shit later,” he grumbles, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and Seungcheol shrugs, leisurely following Jihoon towards the drink aisle.

They end up with more drinks than fifteen people can (presumably) drink, and not a lot of ways to carry them. Jihoon, as Seungcheol is quickly learning, is frustratingly (read: endearingly) stubborn when he wants to be, picking up the cartons before Seungcheol can take them.

He stops Jihoon from trying to carry his body weight in liquor and soft drinks, offering what he thinks is a kind, helping hand. Jihoon, of course, reacts in a way only Jihoon can react.

“Are you implying that I’m weak?” Jihoon snaps, glaring (or trying to) at Seungcheol over the top of the boxes. It takes everything Seungcheol has to not burst into laughter because he just looks so cute, but he manages to get himself under control.

“No, no of course not, but you uh… also can’t really see where you’re going, so I thought I’d offer,” he says delicately, and Jihoon makes an incoherent noise of assent, grumpily letting Seungcheol take half the boxes he was attempting to carry. They dump the drinks in Seungcheol’s car before they stand awkwardly next to each other, unsure of what to do or say, letting the silence slowly engulf them.

“Let’s grab dinner,” Seungcheol blurts, ears turning red before he can take it back. “I mean, we can get some food and then I can drop you at home, I mean- your house!” he yelps, and Jihoon stares at the figure skater like he’s grown a third head. Seungcheol flails uselessly, hands fidgeting nervously as he watches the cogs in Jihoon’s pretty blonde head turn, lighting up when the hockey player nods slowly.

“It’s not a date,” he warns quickly, ears quickly turning red. “It better not be, or I’ll kick you with my skates,” he huffs, turning away with a huff. Seungcheol can’t help the grin splitting his face as he climbs into the car.

“It can be whatever you want it to be,” he glances at the younger man, praying he isn’t pushing too hard, watching as Jihoon sputters indignantly.

“NOT A DATE!” he yelps, smacking Seungcheol in a panic. Seungcheol bursts into laughter, as Jihoon glares at him. “For that you’re paying, and I want meat,” he huffs, chin pushed out defiantly as he dares Seungcheol to refuse him.

Adorable.

Seungcheol chuckles, turning to face the disgruntled skater, grinning wickedly. “Yes dear,” he coos, and Jihoon groans, head thunking quietly against the headrest.

“Fuck, I really need a drink,” he mutters, turning away and shutting his eyes while Seungcheol hums to the muted music. He glances at Seungcheol, drinking in the way the streetlamps outline his silhouette, almost contouring the lean, muscular lines of his arms.

God, he’s really hot, Jihoon thinks helplessly, forcing himself to turn away before Seungcheol catches him staring. He watches the street fly past, wondering idly if Seungcheol was genuinely interested or if he just wanted to rile Jihoon up.

“You’re thinking really loudly,” Seungcheol says suddenly, and Jihoon startles, letting out a surprised squeak. Seungcheol glances quickly towards Jihoon, who just shrugs, claiming he’s thinking about food.

Seungcheol laughs, wanting to probe further (because seriously, no one thinks that hard about food), but they arrive at the restaurant before he can ask. Jihoon practically throws himself out of the car, claiming to be starving, and Seungcheol snorts, figuring that Jihoon probably would be full after two portions of beef or something.

He should’ve known.

An hour later, he’s staring at Jihoon in mild horror as he polishes off his third bowl of rice, and his nine (and counting) portions of meat. Seungcheol’s only on his second bowl, and already his stomach feels like exploding.

“How the fuck do you eat so much?” He gapes, and Jihoon shrugs, taking a sip (read: gulp) of his soju.

“Your lips are so pretty, soooooo prettyyyy,” he grins dopily, reaching for the soju again and pouring himself another shot. Seungcheol blinks, frozen in shock (and fear, because did Jihoon just compliment him????)

“W-what?” Seungcheol stammers, and Jihoon lifts a finger lazily, poking Seungcheol in the chest, eyes unfocused and –

Oh.

It hits Seungcheol suddenly. Jihoon’s drunk. Like, full on, giggling and cute and slurring drunk. He looks at the empty bottle of soju next to Jihoon and realizes that not only is Jihoon drunk, but he’s also this drunk after a single bottle of soju.

“Y-you,” he mumbles, eyes wandering before focusing on Seungcheol. “You’re so hotand mus-muscular is not f-fair,” he hiccups, giggling when Seungcheol’s cheeks flush. “Pretty too when you blush- take me home hyung,” he blurts suddenly, head flopping into his waiting palm. “Tired, want cuddles,” he pouts, and Seungcheol nearly goes into cardiac arrest.

He quickly calls for the bill, helping Jihoon slip his jacket back on. Jihoon clings to him, nuzzling Seungcheol’s chest, quietly whining for cuddles. He taps his card on the machine and tugs Jihoon out of the restaurant so he doesn’t do something he’ll regret later on.

“Cuddlessssss hyung,” Jihoon whines, pouting up at Seungcheol again and fuck, Seungcheol so desperately wants to kiss the pout away.

“It’s not a good idea Jihoonie, you’re really drunk right now,” he coaxes gently, trying to offend a drunk Jihoon as little as possible. Jihoon pouts even harder, clinging tighter to Seungcheol’s jacket sleeve, nestled perfectly into his side.

“No, no, no hyung need cuddles,” he insists, and Seungcheol sighs, giving in and tugging him to the car, heading to his apartment so he can at least make sure Jihoon doesn’t hurt himself while he’s drunk.

For someone so much smaller, he’s surprisingly strong. It takes him an hour to finally get Jihoon into bed, with most of said hour taken up by Jihoon insisting he have his required cuddles. He tucks Jihoon into his bed after forcing the younger to take some Aspirin, and flops onto the couch, sighing heavily.

Fuck, Jihoon’s so fucking cute.

The hockey player however, definitely does not feel cute. He cracks his eyes open and jerks upright, groaning when the movement makes his head pound.

“Where the fuck am I?” he grimaces, glancing around at the unfamiliar surroundings. “At least I’m clothed this time,” he sighs, peeking out the open door, trying to get a glimpse of whoever it is that brought him… wherever here is.

Did I get kidnapped or something dear god why don’t I remember anything, why the fuck do I drink alcohol– “WHAT THE FUCK CHOI SEUNGCHEOL PUT ON A GODDAMN SHIRT!”

Seungcheol jumps so hard at Jihoon’s exclamation he almost breaks something, and he flails, apologizing repeatedly as he scrambles to put a shirt on. (Jihoon half wishes he wouldn’t, even though he told him to because hot damn, ice skater boy is hella fine) Seungcheol, in his flustered state, desperately tries to not trip over the various pillows Jihoon had apparently kicked to the floor, but before he can shout a warning, Seungcheol trips on a pillow and tumbles onto the bed.

Right on top of Jihoon.

The air whooshes out of Jihoon’s lungs as Seungcheol lands on him, and he finds himself staring into the prettiest, widest eyes he’s ever seen. Their lips are so close they’re practically brushing.

Fuck, he’s so pretty, Jihoon thinks breathlessly, silently hoping Seungcheol would make a move, but the older comes to his senses and throws himself backwards, much to Jihoon’s disappointment relief.

“You’re heavier than a sack of potatoes,” Jihoon huffs raspily, still breathless, although he’s not sure if it’s from Seungcheol trying to flatten him or if it’s from the overwhelming emotion he’s trying to hide.

Seungcheol dusts himself off, mumbling something about getting ready for the party and making breakfast, disappearing from the room, and Jihoon sighs, grabbing his phone and texting Soonyoung to grab his outfit before meeting at the rink. Soonyoung responds with an affirmative, followed by more smirky emojis, and Jihoon contemplates Soonyoung’s murder for the second time in as many days.

He wanders out into the kitchen after a shower, wearing Seungcheol’s smallest clothes (which are still three sizes too big), looking around the spotless space Seungcheol apparently lives in. He turns to Seungcheol, who’s setting down some hangover stew and rice, and motioning for Jihoon to come in.

“What’s all this for?” he asks, grabbing the rice bowl and taking a sip of the hot stew, sighing happily when he feels it soothe his empty, growling stomach. Seungcheol shrugs, picking up the other rice bowl and loading it with pickled radish.

“Consumption and energy, but also I’m sorry for scaring you awake like that,” he mumbles through a mouthful of rice. “You were kinda drunk and I was worried about leaving you alone in your apartment, so I brought you to mine hope that’s okay,” he frowns, swallowing and looking at Jihoon worriedly.

Jihoon laughs, shaking his head gently. “Yeah, that’s fine I should’ve warned you that I was a lightweight. sorry about all the trouble, and thanks for the food.”

Seungcheol grins at him, turning his attention to their shared bowl of stew before Jihoon inhales all of it (again). A ping from both their phones just as they finish, and they scramble to get ready before Jisoo beheads them for being late to his beloved’s surprise birthday party.

“Hurry up of Jisoo hyung will literally kill us,” Jihoon nags, grumbling when Seungcheol comes out of the apartment with the cooler. ��Can’t believe you talked me into buying the fucking cooler,” he huffs, and Seungcheol just laughs, telling Jihoon to pull up the directions and tell Jisoo that they’re on the way.

Jisoo, on the other hand, is a nervous mess. He knows he’s planned everything to the best of his ability, and there’s literally nothing else he can do, but he’s still scared.

What if Jeonghan figures it out?

What if they all arrive later?

What if Jeonghan doesn’t arri–

His train of thought breaks off when he sees his boyfriend walk through the arrival doors. He runs up to Jeonghan and literally throws himself in his arms.

“Hello to you too baby,” Jeonghan laughs, hugging Jisoo back equally tightly, lips pressed against Jisoo’s hair.

Jisoo sighs, pulling away and handing Jeonghan the flowers and the gift, excitement humming through his veins. “Happy birthday Hannie,” he grins.

Jeonghan lights up at the roses, pressing them carefully to his nose and sniffing delicately, handing them back to Jisoo with a kiss so he can open his present. He tears the wrapping eagerly, gasping when he sees the silver necklace nestled in the black satin. Jisoo beams, tugging something from under his collar.

“We match,” he murmurs, and Jeonghan’s grin gets impossibly bigger. Jisoo takes the box from Jeonghan, carefully taking the necklace and securing it around Jeonghan’s neck, watching as the necklace sparkles prettily between his clavicles.

“It’s beautiful, I love it,” Jeonghan hums, pulling Jisoo close for a kiss. “and I love you,” he breathes, humming contentedly when Jisoo blushes hotly.

He presses another quick kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, pulling away slightly. “Do you trust me?” he asks, Jeonghan nods immediately eyebrows disappearing into his hairline when Jisoo pulls a blindfold out of his pocket.

“In public? How kinky,” Jeonghan teases, laughing harder when Jisoo swats him huffily, but he takes the blindfold, securing it over his eyes when they’re in the car. His vision goes dark immediately, and it’s a little uneasy, but Jisoo assures him that everything’s going to be great.

Seokmin’s (and everyone else’s, really) phone pings with another update. “GET READY!!!” he screeches, and everyone scrambles to get into position. Seungkwan yelps, rolling out the carpet so Jeonghan doesn’t faceplant on the ice in regular shoes, and they wait in silence, staring at the entrance eagerly.

Jisoo appears with a still blindfolded Jeonghan, and they stay frozen in position until Jeonghan’s standing in the middle of the rink.

“Three,” Jisoo whispers to Jeonghan, who’s already itching to take his blindfold off. “Two,” he breathes, hand raised as he counts down to the surprise reveal.

“One.”

“SURPRISE!”

Jeonghan startles so hard he nearly falls over, and his eyes widen as he takes in the familiar faces suddenly surrounding him, gasping when he finally recognizes where he is. Jisoo grins so brightly, watching the emotions play across Jeonghan’s face.

“How-“ he stammers, staring at everyone who’s cheering and clapping, laughing as they celebrate a successful surprise. “You did this?” he asks incredulously, staring at Jisoo.

“Yep! Happy birthday Jeonghannie,” he giggles. “I have one more surprise for you though, but you gotta put on your skates first.”

Jisoo knows Jeonghan can put on skates quickly, but he’s never seen anyone put them on that fast. It’s endearing, really, knowing how eager Jeonghan is for his second surprise. He steps off the carpet, spinning gracefully before he turns to Jisoo.

“Surprise, now,” he pouts.

“Still as demanding as ever,” a deep, husky voice breaks through, and Jeonghan whirls around, breath hitching as he sees someone he honestly never thought he’d see again.

“Ssaem,” Jeonghan breathes, vision suddenly blurry as he launches himself forward, enveloping the elderly man in a crushing hug. The old nightguard laughs, holding Jeonghan equally tightly, blinking away the tears clinging to his lashes.

Jeonghan lets out a sob, burying his face into his teacher’s shoulder, shaking from the overwhelming emotions. The guard takes it in stride, petting Jeonghan’s back comfortingly, and Jeonghan pulls away, still sniffling, but grinning widely now.

“S-still not dead yet I see,” he jokes tearfully, and the guard guffaws, smacking Jeonghan lightly upside the head.

“Still disrespectful I see,” he fires back. “Now stop your baby crying, this is a party so we damn well be celebrating,” he pats Jeonghan on the back again, and the figure skater wipes his face clean, nodding.

“Let’s get fucking liT!”

The party winds down after a couple hours, with everyone either in food comas, drunk or exhausted from Seungkwan and Soonyoung’s games. Seungcheol spots Jihoon drinking his (hopefully alcohol free) coke, watching as Jeonghan and Jisoo dance and spin in a corner of the rink.

“So,” he starts, making Jihoon jump in surprise, but Seungcheol decides to push on. “So.. since we did spend a night together,” he pauses, and Jihoon turns to glare at him murderously.

“Die in a hole, thanks,” he hisses, taking a sip of his drink. “What do you want?”

Seungcheol chuckles, leaning against the barrier. “Go out to dinner with me. Like, y’know, a date,” he blurts, praying Jihoon can’t hear his heart thundering in his chest.

They both fall silent, watching Jeonghan and Jisoo perform their duet for Jeonghan’s old teacher. Seungcheol tries not to fidget, but he’s desperate to know Jihoon’s answer. The duet ends, and Jihoon turns to face Seungcheol.

“One one condition,” he says, and Seungcheol nods immediately. “Keep me away from the alcohol. I don’t need, or want, to remember me waxing fucking poetry about how pretty you are– “

Seungcheol’s grin is blindingly bright, and Jihoon feels his heart stutter for a moment. “Aw,” he coos, and Jihoon’s already beginning to regret his decision. “You think I’m pretty!”

“I take it back, I don’t want to go on a date with you,” Jihoon grumbles, pushing uselessly at Seungcheol’s chest.

“Too late! I’m about to make a reservation for a BBQ place” he chirps, and Jihoon sighs defeatedly, playfully rolling his eyes at the figure skater.

Jisoo catches Soonyoung’s eye as he skates past, pointing at Jihoon huddled up with Seungcheol in the corner of the rink. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow questioningly, wondering what his deviously brilliant boyfriend is up to this time.

“Long story, tell you when we get home,” he winks. “Maybe I’ll even let you use the blindfold on me.”

Jeonghan chokes, and everyone else makes a face.

Oops.

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undermoonlightst · 6 years ago

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First Time (Woozi/Lee Jihoon) (Smut)

A/N: I rewrote this sucker fOUR times. I also got carried away and made it extremely long on accident. When I found out this was over 5,000 words I choked on my coffee a little.... anyway. About the Jicheol part of this request, I have never written a boy x boy smut before, in fact, this story is only my third time writing smut. So for now, I am still struggling learning to write just regular smut and make it good so I don’t yet feel comfortable writing any SVT ship smuts yet. I am not against the idea at all, and would love to write them in the future once I get more settled in here. Anyway, thanks so much for your request!! I hope you enjoy this! <3

Request: Can we have a first time with JIcheol? (No reader involved just jicheol) if not then a first time with Jihoon?

➵ Pairing: Woozi/Lee Jihoon x Reader

➵ Theme: Smut, slight dom!Jihoon (only for a moment...then he goes back to being a cinnamon roll)

➵ Words: 5,163 (holy cRAP!)

*credits to gif owner, not mine*

Jihoon was slow as molasses when it came to your relationship. You were friends long before you dated and it literally took him years to slowly fall in love with you. But that’s what made it so beautiful. His steady pace of falling in love with you over time meant that by the time he finally admitted it to you, he was smitten. Terribly smitten. Jihoon was usually very stoic and didn’t show much emotion. But in private, when he felt an emotion, he was passionate about it. Especially around you. He never failed to express to you how much he loved you, even when he was away on tour or stressed out making music. You felt extremely proud that you were basically the only one that got to see Jihoon’s real emotions.

Since he was so slow, so careful with your relationship, it took him a very long time to be ready for sex. He wanted it, oh he definitely wanted it, but he was weary of bringing it up to you. All these months of being together and you still hadn’t talked about sex with him, nor had you done anything with him that could be considered, well... sexy. What if you didn’t even want sex? It was a stupid thought, yet Jihoon thought it.

He fiddled with the tv remote, not paying attention to his show, but instead thinking about you. His thoughts were running wild. He wanted you, badly, but if you didn’t want sex and he brought it up to you... Jihoon didn’t want you to think he was some hormonal horn dog. But, holding back had started to become more and more difficult for him. He began to have dreams at night about you, about making love to you passionately. And every time he would see you during the day, along with his extreme adoration and love for you, a slight ache would gnaw at him from somewhere deep inside. He recognized it as sexual desire, and it was becoming more unbearable as time went on. Every little thing that you did made his emotions go into a frenzy and his fingers would be itching to touch you, to just get a taste of your soft skin.

“I’m home!” You walked into the living room, placing your keys down on the counter and Jihoon was startled out of his thoughts. What he didn’t know, was that you had been having very similar thoughts about him. Your growing desire to have sex with Jihoon had been rising, yet you hadn’t mentioned it to him. What he also didn’t know was that you were tired of holding yourself back from him. You had secretly noticed Jihoon’s gazes at you the past few weeks, watching him bite his lip as he eyed you from a distance, his mind obviously full of unclean thoughts. His recent kisses with you lingered longer than they usually did, his hands holding onto you tightly like he might lose you. You were tired of letting sexual tension make things uneasy for the both of you. You wanted him. You wanted his long, slender fingers to feel your skin, you wanted them tracing lazy shapes on your lower stomach before finding your soaking clit-

You cleared your throat and turned to see Jihoon looking at you.

“Hi.” He hummed, and your heart warmed up at the loving gaze he was giving you. As soon as he saw you, Jihoon’s body instantly filled with want. He cursed himself for being so weak for you. Yet, you were so beautiful, so soft. Every inch of him adored you, and he yearned to show you how crazy you made him. His mind wandered to what you might sound like sighing in pleasure, begging him to touch you, begging him to give it to you faster...harder. He felt something rise inside of him and he scanned your gorgeous body quickly. He swallowed, suddenly becoming very aware of how aroused he had gotten so quickly, just at the fucking sight of you.

“How was your day?” He forced himself to ask, his tone hoarse. You lifted a brow slightly at the sound of his voice. It sounded slightly weak, like something had drained the energy from him.

“Boring.” You chuckled. “It’s better now that I’m home with you.” You smiled, strutting over to the couch, swaying your hips slightly. Jihoon had to force himself to keep his eyes on yours instead of drifting them to your swinging hips as you approached him. You sat down, instantly leaning an arm over Jihoon’s shoulders so your fingers could play with his soft hair. He hummed in approval, leaning into your touch a little too quickly, giving away his desperateness for you. He turned his face to look at you, and you almost melted at the urgent look in his eyes. He was anxious to get more physical attention from you than you just playing with his hair, so he leaned in suddenly, connecting your lips in a searing kiss. It deepened almost instantly as you wrapped both arms around Jihoon’s neck.

His kisses quickly became frantic and you were beginning to feel very aroused by just the sound of Jihoon’s wet lips parting from yours repeatedly with small pops, just to be reconnected to them again a millisecond later. He repeated this action over and over again, giving you quick, frenzied pecks that, though they were quick, were deep, and they had you squeezing your thighs together in arousal.

“Jihoon...” You whispered, and he swallowed at the sultry sound of your voice. His hand was gripping your thigh and you knew that at this point, you had to say or do something to let Jihoon know, you wanted sex. Now.

“Jihoon.” You said his name again, and he pulled away from your lips, giving you his full attention. You didn’t know how to word what you wanted so you settled for moving to straddle his lap. Jihoon looked surprised but he adjusted quickly, his hands naturally smoothing to hold your hips. You gently grabbed both his cheeks, leaning in close.

“Kiss me again.” You begged, your hot breath hitting Jihoon’s face, causing him to shiver. He didn’t say a word, but instead obeyed your request, slamming his lips into yours and gripping your hips so tight you thought you might have bruises later. The kissing instantly became a heated make out session, your tongue battling Jihoon’s for dominance, yet he was winning easily. The whole thing was a blur of pleasure and crazy hormones, both of you breathing heavily on each other’s lips, and your hands wandering each other desperately.

You didn’t mean for it to happen but it did. As soon as Jihoon gave your bottom lip a gentle, yet sultry bite, you involuntarily ground your hips down against his. He immediately gasped and threw his head back at the feeling of you pushing against his half-hard cock.

“O-oh.” He sighed, his eyes closing, and your cheeks instantly flushed at the sight and sound of him experiencing sexual pleasure. You had never heard him make such a gorgeous noise before. Wanting to hear it again, you rolled your hips down on him again, this time jolting slightly at the feeling of Jihoon’s hard cock rubbing against your clit. He groaned and then chuckled lowly at your reaction to feeling his cock against you. You had frozen, your eyes wide as you stared at him.

“Are you surprised?” He laughed and you blushed, looking down at your lap. “Do you even know what you do to me?” He purred, leaning in close to your face and a shiver ran down your body. You gripped his shoulders.

“W-what do I do to you?”

“This.” Jihoon growled and shifted without warning, pinning you down on your back on the couch so fast that it took your breath away from you temporarily. Before you could recover, Jihoon smashed his lips into yours, instantly biting down roughly. You let a whimper at his sudden roughness, your heart racing with excitement. Jihoon’s delicate hands were exploring your body with fervor, grabbing at anything and everything he could as you squirmed underneath him. His free hand that wasn’t holding himself up over you, eventually found one of your breasts and when he gave it a gentle squeeze, you instinctively arched your back, pushing yourself into Jihoon’s touch and moaning softly. He smiled at your noise of pleasure, continuing to fondle your breast as he resumed kissing you eagerly. His fingers eventually danced down to the bottom of your shirt, tugging at the hem of it. He pulled away from your lips hesitantly so he could look you in the eyes. You wanted to melt at the sight of him above you, staring at you with hooded eyes that screamed ‘lust’. Yet, behind it was a sparkle of deep affection and love for you. Only you.

“May I?” He referred to your shirt and you nodded eagerly. He sighed in relief and pulled it over your head, revealing your almost-bare chest. Jihoon had to swallow back his desire as his eyes landed on your beautiful chest for the first time.

“You’re so gorgeous, (Y/N).” He breathed and you laughed.

“I barely have gotten any clothes off!”

“Yes, but even looking at you like this drives me insane.” Jihoon smirked, leaning down to nibble at your ear. He immediately wanted your bra off, and he assured you that it was pretty... but it was in the way. You arched your back, letting him slip his nimble fingers behind you so he could undo your bra and toss it wherever he pleased. You watched his eyes widen in awe at the sight of you.

“Oh God, baby.” He breathed, letting his fingers trace your nipples softly, causing you to jerk slightly. “I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long.”

“So have I.” You were breathless, even at his simple touches to your breasts. Jihoon smiled softly at your response and gave your nipples a few more flicks before leaning down, wrapping his lips around one of them and sucking gently. You couldn’t contain your mewl, arching your back as pleasure raced through your body. His lips felt heavenly on your breast, sucking and kissing the sensitive bud, his hand palming the other breast. You had felt wetness pooling between your thighs the minute you began kissing Jihoon, but now you were so wet that it was unbearable and you were aching to get out of your pants. Your back would arch deeply any time Jihoon swirled his tongue around your nipple and you were becoming more and more desperate.

“P-please.” You finally whimpered, and Jihoon made eye contact with you while keeping his lips on your breast. He felt his cock twitch as he saw the pleading look in your eyes, and it turned him on to no end that you were as desperate as he was to do this. He parted from your nipple with a soft ‘pop’.

“We’ll get there baby, hold on. We’re in no rush.” He soothed you, moving his lips to give your other nipple the same amount of blissful attention. You were becoming impatient, your core aching with anticipation, but Jihoon was working sinful magic on your body and you knew you still had a long ways to go before it was finally time for the main event. You suddenly felt Jihoon’s fingers sliding underneath the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down gently. You sighed in relief and helped kick them off your legs. You shivered as Jihoon slowly slid a hand up your thigh as he stared at you.

“Are you wet for me?” He whispered sultrily and you felt your core clench around nothing. You couldn’t reply, your mind instead intensely focused on Jihoon’s hand creeping up your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. You nodded your head meekly.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” His tone was sharp and you shot your eyes up to meet his, shocked and aroused by his sudden change in personality.

“Y-yes.” You replied.

“Good girl. Let me see just how wet you are for me.” He began to dip a finger into your panties but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Wait, Jihoon. Please take off your clothes.” You requested. Jihoon chuckled but obliged, your mouth beginning to water as he undressed, your eyes finding his boxers and his erection pressing against them, begging for release. Your hands immediately found Jihoon’s chest, massaging the toned muscles gently, earning a groan of satisfaction from him. You were expecting him to continue his mission of sliding his fingers into your panties, like he had been doing before you asked him to remove his clothing. Yet, it seemed he had changed his mind, his mouth now instead wandering your almost-bare body. His lips kissed and sucked angry red marks down your chest and stomach, not planning on stopping any time soon. As he worshipped your body with his lips, his free hand reached for yours, instantly intertwining your fingers and squeezing lovingly. You were utterly confused by the way his demeanor kept changing throughout the whole thing. One minute, he was demanded you to speak up, the next, he was holding onto your hand with a gentle grip that seemed to convey the message that he would never let go of you.

You loved both sides of him, but his dominating side was one that you had only seen glimpses of, mainly when he was jealous or feeling possessive. Curiosity and mischief ran through your body, your mind wondering what he would be like if he switched in bed and fully dominated you. You let your curiosity take over and you decided to test him. You took your knee as Jihoon began kissing your abdomen, and softly brushed it against his straining cock. He let out a low groan, his lips pulling away from your stomach for only a moment before they returned again. You repeated your acting, pushing your knee against him a bit harder.

“(Y/N)...don’t tease me.” He was looking at you now, and you almost couldn’t hold back your smile. You disobeyed, rubbing his cock thoroughly with your knee.

“Don’t.” He begged breathlessly. You weren’t listening. Wanting to push him over the edge of his patience, you tried to grind your leg against him one more time-

Jihoon snapped up to sit on his knees in-between your legs, his hand finding your thigh and pushing your leg up into the air so fast that you gasped in shock, his other hand immediately coming down with a harsh smack to your exposed ass. You cried out.

“You’re so stubborn.” He hissed with a hint of admiration in his tone, rubbing the spot on your ass that he had just slapped.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

All you could do was stare at him and at the way he was holding one of your legs close to your chest so it lifted your butt off the couch, his other palm massaging your stinging cheek. His concealed dominant side was slipping out slightly.

“Answer me.” He demanded. Yes. You thought. God yes. You were loving this side of him. You were nervous to see his dominating side, yet exhilarated at the same time.

“No.” You lied. Jihoon hummed.

“Are you lying to me, baby girl?” He purred. You swallowed, not wanted to admit to him that you were trying to get him to snap. It took you too long for Jihoon’s liking for you to respond and he delivered another sinful smack to your ass. You moaned at the pleasure of it. Jihoon bit his lip at the delicious noise that left your feminine lips. Before he could scold you again, you quickly spoke.

“I want you.” Was all you could say. Jihoon chuckled.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He was smirking as his hand moved to massage your upper thigh. All you wanted was his fingers sliding through your slick folds, dipping in and out of your aching entrance.

“Are you that impatient? Even though it’s our first time? God, how long have you wanted me like this, baby?” His voice was incredibly melodic and it made you shiver. Jihoon was scolding you for your impatience, yet he was just as needy as you. He was physically holding his desire back, making himself go slow, so that you would feel safe.

“For a really long time. Please, Jihoon. I want you.”

Jihoon’s heart skipped violently at your words. He gently putting your leg back down and shifted to hover over you again. Even though you had teased him, provoked him to let his dominant side out, the way you looked underneath him, so innocent and gorgeous, made him want to make love to you slowly and passionately. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

“I know our hormones are running crazy right now because this is all new and we’ve both wanted each other for so long. But, I want to be gentle with you, baby. I want to go slow with you. I want to draw out the pleasure as long as possible and make our first time amazing.” He made intense eye contact with you and you smiled.

He was right. He was so right. This was your first time together. It’s supposed to be slow and experimental.

“I would like that.” You ran your fingers through Jihoon’s hair. He sighed in relief.

“I do have to say though... I didn’t mind you spanking me.” You laughed awkwardly and your cheeks heated up. Jihoon raised an eyebrow at you.

“Really? Well, let’s keep that in mind for next time then.” He smirked and you blushed harder. He pushed his lips into yours for the millionth time that night, sighing at the simple, yet blissful feeling of his mouth on yours. Your hands wandered his body eagerly as your lips sensually played with his. You pulled away suddenly, wanting to put your lips on Jihoon’s neck. You reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging slightly so that his neck was exposed to you and used your other hand to push down on his upper back so that he was closer to you. You let out a soft moan of satisfaction as soon as your lips met his neck, and you immediately began to suck on the sensitive skin. Jihoon let out a low groan of pleasure, rutting his hips into your thigh, letting you feel his erection.

You smiled against his neck before giving him a soft nibble. Jihoon hissed and you pulled back a little, your hot breath hitting his neck, making him shiver.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked.

“No, I like it. Keep going, doll.” His voice sounded desperate and you didn’t deny him, resuming your work of leaving a deep hickey for him to stare at for the next few days. He continued letting out soft groans as you worked on him, his fingers eventually dancing around the waistband of your panties. You bucked your hips into his hand, letting him know he had a green light to continue and that you wanted it. He eagerly freed you of your panties before bringing his fingers back to ghost over your folds. He slightly pressed a finger to your soaked lips and your breath hitched, your mouth parting from Jihoon’s neck. It was the simplest touch, yet it sent shock-waves throughout your body. You instinctively spread your legs as wide as the constraints of the couch would let you, a silent plea for Jihoon to finger you properly.

“That’s a good girl.” He cooed, smiling at your action of opening your legs for him. You released your firm hold on Jihoon’s hair and he instantly looked down at you when you did, so he could watch your face as he touched you. He glided his fingers down your folds and you mewled hoarsely.

Jihoon bit his lip, his desire sky rocketing through the roof.

“So wet...” He trailed off, experimentally flicking his thumb over your swollen clit. You hissed, wrapping your arms around Jihoon’s waist as he continued the action gently.

“Please.” It was a vague request but Jihoon understood. He slipped a finger lower, teasing your dripping entrance. He circled around it once, agonizingly slow, and you bucked your hips impatiently into his finger.

“Yes. Please.” You begged him again, and Jihoon was biting his lip so hard that it hurt as he watched your stunning expressions of pleasure. He didn’t have the self-control anymore to tease you, and he slowly eased his digit into you. You whined in relief, squeezing Jihoon’s shoulders tightly. His eyes widened as he pushed his finger inside of you, surprised at how tight you were just around his single digit. His mouth watered at the thought of what you would feel like around his cock, which was much thicker than his finger. He pulled his digit out, just to slowly ease it back in. His simple movements already had your back arching, your soft moans filling the living room. You opened your eyes, which had been closed for the past few moments to focus on the pleasure, and you noticed Jihoon’s watchful gaze down at you. You smiled at him and he returned it. You quickly realized that he was giving you all the pleasure, so you decided to share.

You slipped your hand down Jihoon’s chest, his muscles tensing at your warm touch. Your fingers quickly found their destination and Jihoon let out a loud moan, his breath stuttering as you pressed your hand against his hard cock through his underwear. He groaned as you begin to palm him gently, and he instinctively added another finger inside of you. You whimpered at this, closing your eyes again and letting yourself focus on the pleasure Jihoon was giving you, and that you were giving him. You fondled his cock a bit longer before grabbing the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down with Jihoon’s assistance. Your hand instantly found his cock again, Jihoon’s breath hitching at the feeling of your soft skin on his. You rubbed your thumb over his tip, spreading pre-cum generously before beginning to pump him softly. Jihoon’s eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, a drop of sweat beginning to form on his brow.

In a desperate attempt to muffle his pathetic moans, Jihoon slammed his lips into yours, still focusing on fingering you expertly. You took his lips willingly, your body beginning to shake at the overstimulation of Jihoon fingering and kissing you, along with your hand pumping his cock as well. You were aroused to no end, your hand unknowingly speeding up on Jihoon’s member as you began to lose your cool from all the attacks on all five senses at the same time. You whimpered, your legs shaking as Jihoon rubbed circles into your clit, his fingers going in and out quicker.

He was whispering your name but you didn’t hear it. His head had dropped into your neck but you didn’t know it, you were so overwhelmed, your eyes closed, that you didn’t realize you were pumping Jihoon insanely fast, his orgasm skyrocketing towards him. You couldn’t hear him gasping for breath, in shock at how amazing your hand was around him. Your mind was on cloud nine. But suddenly, Jihoon’s body was shaking and he jerked to grip your wrist tightly.

“A-ah!” He cried out. “Shit, (Y/N), stop.” Your eyes snapped open, your mind coming back to reality. Your hand froze on his cock froze and Jihoon released your wrist, shakily pushing himself back up on his arms to hover over you. His cheeks were extremely pink and he was out of breath. Your eyes widened in realization.

“Were you about to cum?” You asked. Jihoon nodded and laughed breathlessly, giving your cheek a quick kiss.

“How is your hand so good?” He moaned, giving you a few more kisses. “We’ll have to try that again later. But for now, I don’t want to cum quite yet.”

He stood up from the couch and walked to the bedroom, your body suddenly feeling very cold without him. He returned quickly, tearing open a foil packet with his mouth. Your heart raced as you watched him. You admired his naked body as he walked over to you, his alluring pale skin, his broad shoulders, his dark eyes, and of course his member, dripping with pre-cum. Lust raged through your body and you wanted him inside of you instantly. You brought your eyes back to meet his and you realized Jihoon was eating you up with his eyes as well, his gaze lingering on your pussy for several moments before continuing back up. He licked his lips quickly and you blushed.

“You’re so gorgeous. And insanely perfect.” He murmured and your flush deepened. Jihoon chuckled at your cute reaction and slipped the condom onto his cock before getting on top of you again. Your body immediately felt warm once again and you smiled as Jihoon began giving you quick, yet deep kisses.

“Are you ready?” He paused and looked you in the eyes, searching them for any hint of hesitation or worry.

“More than ready.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ll go at whatever pace you need me to. Just tell me when it’s good, okay?” Jihoon was softly pushing your shaking thighs apart and you nodded in reply. He smiled and placed a few more kisses on your breasts.

“Good girl.” He sighed and gave himself a few quick pumps before aligning himself with your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slowly pushed in with a grunt, your arms around his neck squeezing tighter. Jihoon held himself back, eyeing your facial expressions as he inched himself into you. You looked incredible. Your head was thrown back in pleasure and your mouth was agape. Jihoon moaned softly at the sight.

“More.” You hissed and Jihoon obliged, pushing himself in the rest of the way. You both moaned as he bottomed out.

“Oh, shit.” Jihoon swore. “You feel so good, (Y/N). You’re so tight.” You hummed in response, the sting from him stretching you slowly fading away. He kissed your lips, staying still so that you could get used to the fit.

“I love you so much.” He whispered in between kisses.

“I love you too.” You lifted one arm from around Jihoon’s neck and laced your fingers into his hair. “You can move now.”

Jihoon nodded, pulling almost all the way out of you before pushing back in gently. You moaned loudly, biting your lip to cover the noise.

“Don’t do that, baby.” Jihoon added hoarsely as he thrusted into you again. “Let me hear your noises.”

You obeyed his request, letting go of your lip and letting yourself moan freely as Jihoon made love to you slowly.

“That’s it.” He smiled proudly.

“A-a little faster.” You instructed and Jihoon didn’t need to be asked twice, picking up his pace noticeably. He groaned in satisfaction, the sound of how wet you were mixed with his thrusts driving him crazy.

“So good... its so good...” He murmured, in awe of how amazing you felt around him. Jihoon gave you a particular hard thrust and you cried out, your core clenching around him at its own will.

“O-oh holy shit.” He whimpered at the feeling of you clenching and you purposefully made yourself tighten around him again, causing him to groan decadently.

“Oh God, It feels so amazing when you tighten around me, baby girl. Are you alright?” He asked you and you nodded, moving your hands to hold his upper back.

“It feels so good, Jihoon. I want more.” You whined, pushing your head back against the couch.

“You can have as much of me as you want.” Jihoon replied, picking up his speed once again, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the air.

“Ah, o-oh my God..” You were a moaning mess underneath Jihoon, squirming and writhing as a pleasurable knot in your stomach began to tighten.

“Oh Jihoon! I’m close! Please, please faster!” You begged him and he began to thrust into you mercilessly.

“Fuck, Say my name like that again, (Y/N).” Jihoon’s hands found yours and he intertwined his fingers into them as he fucked you with every bit of built up passion he had developed since the two of you started dating. His hips snapped into you and you cried out in pleasure.

“Oh, Jihoon.” You whined his name and he groaned.

“Say it again.” He was out of breath but his tone was still firm.

“A-ah Jihoon! I’m all yours.” You gasped. Jihoon’s cock twitched at your breathless words and he suddenly realized he was nearing his end.

“I’m c-close.” He managed and you were feeling the exact same way, the knot in your stomach rising, threatening to overflow. You thought you still had some time left, but when Jihoon’s thumb met your swollen clit, your whole body was jerking and you were clinging onto his back for dear life. A gorgeous cry escaped your lips and Jihoon was shaking, rubbing merciless circles around your bundle of nerves. You tried to hold on, to last a little longer and draw out the pleasure as long as possible, but Jihoon rubbed your clit harder and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Please cum for me, (Y/N). Please.”

You came instantly, digging your nails into Jihoon’s back, your toes curling and crying out helplessly as your orgasm hit you in waves so strong, each one caused your whole body to jerk with it.

One look at your stunning orgasmic expression and the blissful feeling of your core clenching around his cock, and Jihoon’s thrusts became erratic. He grunted with effort at each labored push into you. His orgasm hit him suddenly a few seconds after yours and he was moaning into your neck, repeating your name as he released.

For several moments, the only thing that could be heard was you and Jihoon’s labored breathing as he laid on top of you. Finally, he shifted slightly so he could see you.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly and your heart fluttered.

“More than okay.” You began to massage his shoulders and he hummed.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not at all. You were amazing.” You gave his shoulders a slight squeeze.

“So were you.” Jihoon lazily lifted his head to give you a quick peck on the lips. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jihoon.”

After Jihoon insisted he helped you wash up by wiping you down gently with a wet towel, the both of you opted to lay in each other’s arms and sleep on the couch for the rest of the night. Jihoon requested that you sleep together naked, and when you gave him a look of mock annoyance he replied with,

“Why wear pajamas when they’re not needed?”

A/N: Ahhhh well... I don’t think this is nearly as good as my Minghao “First Time” smut tbh... I felt a lot of pressure to make this one as good and I ended up being disappointed. Well, I hope someone enjoyed it!

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svt-writers-club · 4 years ago

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Ask games #5: 10 and 39 for Jicheol in Emotional Hurt/Comfort trope please and thank you 😊

the sudden influx of jicheol asks is making me think that my birthday came early and i’m living for this. hope you don’t mind that i slipped in a little iron man au here, because it’s been a while since i talked about those kooky bois and emotional hurt/comfort fits them so well

also hi! i know it’s been like a year since i wrote anything, but i’ve been going through some stuff. i’m better now, though! and i’ll be working on some stuff so hopefully i can add more to this blog!

#10. “You’ve… never really looked at me that way now, did you?”#39. “I never say it. But… I do appreciate it.”

Jihoon is dying.

He’s dying and he’s… he’s okay with that.

Well, not really okay. There’s no feasible way for a man to be completely content with death. But he’s… he’s adjusted. He’s known for two months now, so he’s been getting his affairs in order.

He’s trying to, at least.

He has a multi-billion dollar company to give to an heir, weapons that he can’t afford to leave lying around lest the government makes use of it and all his babies. His binary babies, like WooJI and Dokyeom. He can’t just give them away to anyone.

“Sir?” WooJI demurs. “Your heart rate is spiking again.”

Jihoon lets his head loll off the arm of his sofa. His workshop is a mess, half-complete inventions littering the vast work top. He can’t bring himself to finish anything, thoughts scattered between his impending demise and the lethargy the palladium poisoning brings.

“I’m fine,” Jihoon sighs. He shields his eyes with his forearm in a weak attempt to alleviate his killer headache. Between stressing over Wonwoo’s new armour and his babies, he’s at his wit’s end. For once, his brain is failing him.

High-pitched beeping has Jihoon shifting, squinting up at the camera he’d placed on Dokyeom’s head almost a decade ago. In its claw, there’s a dark green smoothie. It doesn’t even look like there’s oil in it this time.

“Did you make that yourself, buddy?” Jihoon murmurs. Dokyeom beeps an affirmative, attempting to press the smoothie into Jihoon’s hand again.

One of these days, Jihoon will have to tell Seokmin he named his dumbest and oldest bot after his high school nickname. One day. (Maybe he’ll do it in the goodbye videos he’s planning to make. His oldest friends deserve that much, he thinks.)

Dokyeom beeps insistently again. Jihoon takes the glass and, under the bot’s watchful camera, takes a sip. It’s disgusting, but in the way all health drinks are disgusting.

Jihoon forces a smile. “It’s good, dude. You did really well.”

Dokyeom does a happy little spin, even managing to show off the new treads WooJI had ordered for him. They fit him well. Jihoon makes sure to tell Dokyeon that he looks very handsome. (He doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance.)

“Sir?”

WooJI’s voice is lower, like he’s worried about Jihoon. He snorts. Only he would be able to program worry into an AI.

“I’m fine,” Jihoon reflexively says, as his chest twinges.

He stumbles over to the floor length mirror he had installed recently. He let Seungcheol believe it was for purely narcissistic reasons, but it’s actually so he can monitor the darkening veins creeping out from the arc reactor in his chest.

It looks worse. Darker, and more sinister. Like death himself has injected poison into Jihoon’s veins to claim him.

WooJI lets out a warning chime. “Seungcheol-ssi is heading into the basement.”

Jihoon lets out a heavy sigh that sticks in his throat, dropping the hem of his shirt.

God. Seungcheol.

What’s he going to do with him? His highly competent assistant, who’s been with him through work binges, playing around, Afghanistan and betrayals. The only man who makes his blood pressure rise that has nothing to do with anger or exasperation. Jihoon has been so careful to keep his messy life away from Seungcheol, but it’s all rushing together and he can’t keep up. For once in his life, he’s lagging behind, exactly when he doesn’t want it to.

The door slides open, Seungcheol’s feet exaggeratedly loud as he stomps to Jihoon’s work desk and slams a newspaper down onto the surface.

“What’s this?” Jihoon asks, trying to force some levity as he picks the newspaper up between two fingers. “This is a relic. People still read newspapers?”

Seungcheol jabs at the front page headline. “Only as long as people keep writing news!”

Iron Man Back To His Old Ways?

There’s a truly unflattering picture of Jihoon, fully clothed, floating on his back in a pool. Jihoon doesn’t quite remember when that was (these days, he tries his hardest to get drunk and stay drunk, in between trying medications), but Wonwoo can be seen on the edge of the pool, yelling at him. He thinks it might have been at the last weapons conference he’d attended. Jihoon tilts the newspaper; wow, the photographer really managed to highlight that one vein that pops out when Wonwoo is pissed.

“Keep a scan of this,” Jihoon says distractedly. “I want to email it to Wonwoo.”

“Right away, sir.”

“No,” Seungcheol says vehemently, snatching the paper out of Jihoon’s hands. “This is serious! You told me when you got the suit that you were going to change.”

“I did. I am changed.” Jihoon bites his tongue. He can’t tell Seungcheol about the palladium poisoning. It would do nothing but make him sad.

Seungcheol’s gaze makes him feel three inches tall. The vitriol in his voice is barely disguised as he enunciates, “Clearly.”

“Seungcheol-ssi.”

The scowl on Seungcheol’s face has no business being as gorgeous as it is now. Jihoon finds himself memorising the angle of Seungcheol’s lips, the exact curve of his frown and the colour of his lips.

Seungcheol takes a deep breath. “Yes, Jihoon-ssi?”

He clasps his hands politely, back straight. The perfect picture of professionalism. Jihoon could never match that, so he settles for running his fingers through his hair so it’s not that big of a mess.

Jihoon pulls out a folder from one of his drawers, the one that has been burning a hole in his mind since the first time he asked WooJI to get them printed. He had to do it old school – with papers, instead of electronically. Old-fashioned, but undeniably legitimate.

“If you could do me a favour and sign these,” Jihoon says casually.

He’d been hoping Seungcheol would just sign the papers, too annoyed with Jihoon about the PR disaster that he knowingly caused.

He should know better than to underestimate Seungcheol’s intelligence. He’s more than just a pretty face, after all.

Seungcheol makes a strange expression. “This is an employment contract,” he says slowly.

“Yeah. You know, bureaucratic bullshit.”

“This is an employment contract for being CEO of Lee Group.” Seungcheol pauses deliberately. “That’s your company.”

“It was my father’s company,” Jihoon snaps, before he can stop himself.

Seungcheol blinks, rearing back like a wounded animal. He slowly places the folder back on the table. “I can’t accept that. I’m not qualified.”

“You’ve handled my accounts from the moment I hired you as my personal assistant, and you’re basically running the company already.”

Seungcheol’s eyebrows draw an angry V on his forehead. “So you’re, what, shunting all the boring stuff to me so you can – can fuck around and go back to your old ways?”

“No.” Jihoon takes a deep breath. “It’s because you’re competent and I’m not. I can’t run a company. I’m an engineer, not a business man. Do you understand?”

Seungcheol continues looking at him blankly.

“What is is this time?” Jihoon sighs.

“Nothing,” Seungcheol says. He’s still frowning. “You’ve… never really looked at me that way now, did you?”

“Like what?”

“Like… like you need me.”

Jihoon chokes on Dokyeom’s healthy shake. He coughs and coughs, even when his airway is clear and he can breathe just fine. He coughs because it’s so true, that he needs Seungcheol the way he needs to tinker in his workshop or the way he needs to breathe and it’s okay, he swears the tears are from nearly choking to death, nothing else –

“You’re a mess,” Seungcheol says helplessly, after Jihoon calms down and he can find the composure to dry the tears from his eyes. The warmth of his hands leave momentarily, but a cup of cold water is pressed to his hands.

Seungcheol’s touch is nice, especially where he’s running the back of Jihoon’s neck while he drinks his water.

“What would you do without me?” Seungcheol says, a hint of fondness in his voice.

Jihoon clings to it, remembers the exact timbre, the exact note. He wants to play it again and again, until it’s ingrained in the grooves of his brain even when he’s long gone.

“I would be infinitely worse off,” Jihoon says with a forced grin.

Seungcheol reaches for the folder, tapping it against the table top. “I’m shredding this.”

“No!” Jihoon clasps his hand over Seungcheol’s, squeezing lightly. “Just – sleep on it. Maybe it won’t look so bad in the morning. The benefits are killer.”

Seungcheol looks down at their joined hands. Then, he sighs. “Fine. I’ll sleep on it.” He bites his lip. “You get some sleep too. You’re looking more and more like a panda lately.”

Jihoon can’t sleep. He’ll sleep when he’s dead. He doesn’t have that many waking hours left. But the worried look in Seungcheol’s eyes has him saying, “Yeah, I’ll sleep.”

“Good.”

Seungcheol takes the folder and the newspaper, stopping to pet Dokyeom on the camera. The bot beeps happily, circling around Seungcheol quickly. Maybe Seungcheol and Wonwoo can have joint custody. Jihoon makes a mental note to update his will.

“Hey,” Jihoon calls out, right before Seungcheol crosses the threshold outside of his workshop.

Seungcheol pauses, looking over his shoulder with a questioning look.

“I never say it,” Jihoon says, “but… I do appreciate it.”

Seungcheol’s smile is as confused as it is beautiful. Jihoon wishes he was an artist, so he could paint Seungcheol the way he looks now.

“Appreciate what?”

“Everything.” Jihoon clears his throat, turning to his holo screens. “That you do for me, I mean.”

He can’t bring himself to look at Seungcheol. It feels too raw – like something he never should have said. But it’s out there now, so he can’t take it back. Because it’s true.

It’s true that Jihoon appreciates him and he wants to tell him, but there are so many words that he can’t put them together. So he’ll give him his company and set him up for life, because Seungcheol is competent and beautiful and he’ll be just fine without Jihoon.

“Thank you,” Seungcheol says softly. “And… I appreciate too.” Before Jihoon can fool himself, Seungcheol continues, “You’re a great boss, Jihoon-ssi.”

Jihoon smiles – a fake, plastic smile he reserves for cameras. “And you’ll be a wonderful CEO, Seungcheol-ssi.”

Jihoon sits in silence for a while, staring at Wonwoo’s suit schematics blankly. He feels regret. He feels empty. There’s so much that needs to be done before his time is up.

“WooJI?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Start recording me. End of The World Protocol.”

“As you wish, sir. Who would you like to start with?”

Jihoon thinks – really thinks. He reaches out for the trophy Seungcheol had stubbornly left for him, the day after he’d called the arc reactor that got him out of Afghanistan obsolete.

“Choi Seungcheol.”

Feel free to ask me more of these ship asks here!

#seventeen #svt #shy boop #serrauthor replies #serrauthor ask game no. 5 #iron man AU #s.coups #scoups #seungcheol #woozi #jihoon #jicheol #coupzi #this was more emotional hurt than comfort #yikes #one day i'll write stupid fluff about these two #one day #i'm back guys!#kinda

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btsvt-adventures · 5 years ago

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Ice Skating AU - Secret Plans

A/n: So this was demanded from me, and since I’m on a seemingly never-ending flight to Europe I figured I might as well take this opportunity to write some heh. I have four hours I wonder how far I can get.

Update: I’m posting this on the floor of a train station in France bc our train broke down smh.... damn it SNCF

Pairing: Jihan (Jisoo x Jeonghan), Jicheol (Jihoon x Seungheol)

Warning(s): Nothing too bad, mostly just jicheol being dumb idiots hehe

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

When Jisoo had asked Seungcheol if Jeonghan had any university friends he should invite to Jeonghan’s surprise party, the last thing he had expected his fellow skater to say was Jeonghan’s old ice hockey teammates.

“Team mates???? Since when did Jeonghan even play ice hockey?” Jisoo gapes, and Seungcheol laughs, taking a sip of his iced americano.

Seungcheol explains that Jeonghan, despite his current status in the figure skating world, actually used to compete as captain of his University’s varsity ice hockey team. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. I would’ve thought he’d have told you, or at least you’d have heard about it in the media. Han only started competing in figure skating in his senior year of university,” Seungcheol shrugs, and Jisoo’s eyes bug even more.

“Holy shit,” Jisoo breathes, sitting back against the sofa as he takes in all the information. “Wow… how did his team take it? I mean, losing their captain to another sport must have been hard,” he muses, and Seungcheol snorts.

“Han told me that they practically kicked him off the team so he could compete,” he chuckles. “It was pretty funny.”

Jisoo laughs, heart warming at the knowledge that Jeonghan had such a strong support system around him when he started. “I hope it’s a good idea to invite them. Do you have any way of contacting them?” Jisoo asks, turning to face Seungcheol so quickly he almost gives himself whiplash.

“Probably just try contacting Soonyoung. He’s a dance teacher now at a studio nearby, I think his Instagram handle is kwonhoshi96, so maybe try that and see how it goes,” he suggests, finishing up his coffee and standing up before Jisoo can ask just how Seungcheol has all this information. “I gotta go before my coach has my ass for being late again,” he laughs. “Unlike you, I can’t just waltz in with my coach slash fiancé,” Seungcheol teases, and Jisoo’s cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment.

“Y-bye!” he squeaks, fanning himself to try and cool his heated cheeks, taking a sip of his iced americano before grabbing his phone, keying in hoshi’s Instagram, scrolling through the hockey player turned dancer’s feed, stopping at an old photo of the hockey team. He can see Jeonghan in the photo, and giggles to himself when he sees Jeonghan’s short, poofy hair.

“Styling sure did him good,” he snickers to himself, sending Soonyoung a message before he loses his nerve. Jisoo sips his coffee, jumping in surprise when his phone dings with a notification.

[@JHongJisoo95] @kwonhoshi96: Oh my god this is so cool!! Come by the studio anytime today and we can talk about it I’m sure the rest of the guys would love to catch up with our old Captain!!!! 😍😍

He clicks the notification so quick, looking at the address Soonyoung had provided, jerking when he realizes it’s just down the street. He downs the last of his coffee, wondering if he should buy Soonyoung a coffee as well, then decides he might as well, as a show of good courtesy (and if Soonyoung didn’t like it, Jisoo wouldn’t mind another coffee).

Jisoo shows up to the studio with two coffees in hand, staring at the glass doors. It looks like a really nice place, but Jisoo can’t dance, not without his skates anyway. He takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, shooting a timid grin at the receptionist, who beams at him.

“Hi! Are you here for a class, or are you waiting for someone?” the receptionist, Chan, asks, and Jisoo stutters that he’s looking for Soonyoung. Chan nods, yelling towards the back for Soonyoung, before turning back to Jisoo.

He suddenly points at Jisoo, expression lighting up in recognition. “Oh! I know you, you’re Jeonghan hyung’s boyfriend!”

How the fuck???

“Chan, don’t scare him like that,” a voice chastises from behind Chan, and Soonyoung (or at least Jisoo thinks it’s Soonyoung) appears, smacking the back of Chan’s head lightly. “Sorry, it’s really nice to meet you Jisoo-ssi, I’m Soonyoung, and this is Lee Chan. Channie was also part of hyung’s hockey team, recruited him in freshman year,” Soonyoung laughs, and Chan nods eagerly.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice,” Jisoo bows slightly, and Soonyoung waves him away, laughing.

“Don’t worry about it, classes don’t start till 7 anyway. Come in, the studio is a much better place to sit and chat,” Soonyoung beckons, and Jisoo follows him in, with Chan right behind the both of them.

Jisoo settles on the floor of the studio, looking around at the full mirrors and blinking at his own reflection. He tells Soonyoung and Chan about his plan for a surprise party, and asked if there was a way to contact any of their old hockey team.

“Of course! We have a katalk chat that Jeonghan hyung never checks,” Chan supplies helpfully, and Jisoo snorts, shaking his head fondly.

“Sounds like him,” he snickers. “Would it be too much trouble to ask you to create a chat with anyone you think would like to come and surprise Hannie?” Jisoo asks, and Soonyoung nods, already working on creating the group chat, handing Jisoo his phone so he can add himself into the group.

Instantly his phones goes off continuously, and Jisoo scrambles to silence it, watching the number of unread messages climb quickly. “Yeah, we… talk a lot,” Soonyoung scratches his head sheepishly, and Jisoo nods slowly, scrolling through the chat to catch up, sending a quick message to introduce himself.

Jisoo grins, leaving the studio after far too long, feeling the excitement bubble at the thought of Jeonghan being able to see his old team again. They had set a date to organize the pre-party planning, and Seungcheol had so graciously agreed to come along (read: Jisoo whined until Seungcheol agreed). Jeonghan had already left for a two week conference for coaches and elite figure skaters, so Jisoo had the perfect window to plan for his boyfriend/fiancé’s birthday party.

He walks into the café with Seungcheol, fully expecting Soonyoung and maybe Chan. What Jisoo doesn’t expect is the big group of people seated around the table, all looking at him.

Why were there so many people looking at him?!

“Jisoo hyung, over here!” Soonyoung waves manically, and Jisoo inches nervously towards the big group of people.

“Uh… Hi Soonyoung and… crew?” he trails off quizzically, staring at all the unfamiliar faces, jerking when one of them points at Jisoo. Seungcheol skips off to go order his caramel frappuccino, as well as Jisoo’s usual iced americano

“Heyyyy i know you, you’re the skater hannie hyung took in last year right? congratulations on placing!! you did so well with the spinny thing hyung always does! I’m Seokmin, it’s really nice to meet you!” Seokmin greets sunnily.

Jisoo nearly chokes, because he’s mildly stunned at the sheer volume of Seokmin’s voice, and also because he literally just called Jeonghan’s signature quadriple flip a spinny thing. Before he can react, the tallest of Soonyoung’s group of friends trips and nearly faceplants. Surprisingly, none of them bat an eyelid, instead turning their attention to Jisoo. Seungcheol, on the other hand, laughs so hard he nearly spits out his liquid sugar.

“I’m Jihoon, the tall idiot is Mingyu, and thank you for inviting us, it’s a really nice thing you’re doing for Jeonghan hyung,” the smallest blonde offers his hand, which Jisoo takes, shaking it quickly.

“I’m Jisoo, Jeonghan’s uh.. student and boyfriend? And that’s Seungcheol. He’s a fellow skater and a good friend of Hannie and I,” Jisoo responds in kind, and Jihoon smiles lightly at him. Jihoon’s hands are calloused, and Jisoo wonders idly if he plays the guitar, or if it’s just from ice hockey. He’s about to ask, when Seungcheol had to open his mouth and ask possibly the most offensive question ever.

“Aren’t you a little small to be a hockey player?”

Immediately, Jihoon’s eyes narrow to slits, and he raises an eyebrow at Seungcheol. Seungcheol wants to smack himself for opening his stupid mouth.

It’s too late now, Seungcheol laments, pouting slightly when he sees Jihoon’s reaction. The cute, tiny hockey player already hates my guts.

“Aren’t you a little bulky to be a figure skater?” he snaps. Seungcheol looks taken aback, and Jisoo nearly snorts aloud.

Better play it cool, he thinks, before breaking out into the biggest grin Jisoo has ever seen on his face.

“I like him,” he declares, and Jihoon makes a face, nose scrunching cutely.

“ I don’t like him,” Jihoon mutters, refusing to look at Seungcheol the rest of their pre-party meeting.

(Internally, however, Jihoon is freaking out, because fuck he’s so cute what the fuck no I gotta play it cool.) Soonyoung shoots him a knowing smirk, which Jihoon pointedly ignores. Jisoo picks up on Soonyoung’s smirk, and shoots him a quizzical look.

Soonyoung glances between Jihoon and Seungcheol, who are now both ignoring each other, and waggles his eyebrows, the apparently universal sign for let’s matchmake them!

Jisoo snickers, nodding slightly before turning his attention to his list of duties he needs to delegate for the party to work. Mingyu, Wonwoo and Chan are the first to offer to cook for everyone (or buy food, seeing as Mingyu’s pretty much the only one who can actually cook). Jisoo offers games and general “things to do” to Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who immediately get to work arguing about which games could work, seeing as the party was going to largely be on the ice.

“Oh! Before I forget, I’ve also managed to track down and invite Jeonghan’s first figure skating teacher!” Jisoo exclaims, and Jihoon blinks.

“You mean the old security guard? Oh that’s nice, hyung will love it!” Seokmin exclaims, and Jisoo beams, feeling the excitement bubbling in his chest

I really hope he likes this surprise

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svt-writers-club · 6 years ago

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😭😭😭😭i just read ur villian au jihan angst and hfksKFKSKKFKSLD IM SO WRECKED???? Do jisoo and jeonghan ever make up? What happens afterwards? Do jihoon and jeonghan rly stay together and does jisoo really just let jeonghan go??? I need to know 😭😭😭😭

>:3 i’m in a strange pining sort of mood so here’s some jihan with some jicheol muahahahahah (i also just wanted an excuse to write some sexy pining jicheol so sue me)

Seungcheol was born with fire in his veins. His earliest memory was setting a dead tree on fire, shrieking in happiness as flames licked the dry branches like autumn leaves. For as long as he can remember, he’s been causing trouble and setting things alight.

Seungcheol is also great at burning bridges (both figuratively and literally – but mostly figuratively). Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t so good at it.

Like now.

He’s been looking for Jeonghan and Jihoon for three months now. It might’ve been easier if he hadn’t been so fucking horrible with keeping in contact with Jihoon (he still has Jeonghan’s number, but Seungcheol isn’t going to pretend he isn’t Enemy Number Two). He’s spent three months bribing, threatening and burning anyone who could’ve had contact with the heartbreak duo – because that’s what they did to Jisoo.

Jisoo might have a reputation of being ruthless and heartless, but Seungcheol knows Jisoo feels something for Jeonghan. Sure, Seungcheol isn’t sure Jisoo is even capable of human emotion, but he imagines that it’s Jisoo’s version of being in love. Jisoo has been heartsick – he’s been mopey, easier to annoy and his kill count has gone from a mere handful a week to dozens on a bad day. As his self-appointed best friend, Seungcheol’s in charge of dealing with that. The last thing he wants is Jisoo in jail. Not in this condition.

Jeonghan is impossible to find. For someone who hates subterfuge and subtlety, he sure is a pro at finding secret hideouts that stay, well, secret. It’s hard to tail someone to their secret lair when you can’t even find the person.

Jihoon, however, couldn’t care less. He’s arrogant and brash, uncaring if he’s caught on camera because the cops will never catch him anyway. God, he’s a cocky bastard. (Maybe that’s why Seungcheol finds him so intriguing.)

However, the bastard is still too smart to lead Seungcheol right to the plant manipulator he needs to talk to. Be it loyalty or some fucked up way to torture Jisoo (and by extension, Seungcheol), but it’s aggravating. Three months is too long to find someone to un-sad Jisoo.

Seungcheol isn’t surprised when Jihoon slips into Pleiades and Andromeda – a strip club that’s frequented by some of Seoul’s most depraved criminals. After all, Seungcheol’s enjoyed his own nights there, either fucking around or fucking shit up. He’s not surprised, but he’s really fucking annoyed. That’s the only reason he stalks after Jihoon, caging him against the bar with his arms.

“Hello, fancy meeting you here while you’re stalking me,” Jihoon drawls, glancing at Seungcheol out of the corner of his eye. The cheeky bastard doesn’t even bother turning to face Seungcheol. The taller growls, pressing closer so Jihoon’s back is flush against Seungcheol’s front.

“No more games,” Seungcheol demands. His palms heat up, smoke curling along his fingers as the wooden surface of the table scorches. “Where the fuck is Jeonghan?”

“Fuck if I’ll tell you,” comes Jihoon’s snide retort. He leans forward, ass pressing against Seungcheol’s groin as he calls for a bourbon and soju mix. Seungcheol hates the fact that his cock gives an interested twitch, despite his don’t fuck the same ass twice rule.

Seungcheol exhales, smoke trailing out of his nostrils as he struggles to reign in his temper. “Jihoon,” he says in an even voice, “I’m doing this for Jisoo.”

“If Jisoo,” pure disdain drips off Jihoon’s tongue, “cares so much about Jeonghannie hyung, then why isn’t he here, threatening me?”

“Because Jisoo is an idiot and he doesn’t know he’s heart broken.” Seungcheol’s hands ball into fists as Jihoon spins in the cage Seungcheol traps him in, glaring up at him with eyes the colour of dark, bitter chocolate.

“I don’t give a shit,” Jihoon hisses, enunciating every syllable. “He left hyung for dead. As far as I’m concerned, he’s better off without The Gentleman.” Jihoon sneers, pushing Seungcheol back with a single finger. “And I sure as hell don’t want anything to do with you.”

Seungcheol bares his teeth – it’s not a grimace, but it’s awfully close. “Come on, doll – ”

“Stop right there,” Jihoon says with an imperious wave of his hand. “I’m not your doll, I’m not your babe. You don’t get to call me disgusting nicknames because you’re nothing to me.”

“You’re not still upset I left, are you?” Seungcheol asks helplessly. He’s always been the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind. Jihoon must’ve known that the moment he tumbled into bed with him.

Jihoon’s eyes are ablaze with rage. It’s such an attractive look on him that Seungcheol has to remind himself that Jihoon is officially off-limits.

“I’m upset that you think I owe you anything,” Jihoon spits. He’s only a hundred and sixty-four centimetres, but his anger makes him at least ten feet tall. “You think you can waltz in here, with your stupid mouth and your dumb-fuck pants and think I’ll just spill everything? Jeonghan hyung nearly died, and it was by his hand. I’m not letting him near us even if I was dying.”

Seungcheol knows he should be paying attention to the vitriol Jihoon is spitting in his direction, but all he can hear is the way Jihoon was – in a backhanded way – complimenting him. He licks his lips, smirking when he sees the way Jihoon’s eyes follow the motion.

“Come on, Jihoonie,” Seungcheol cajoles, placing a tentative hand on Jihoon’s arm. The mercenary glances at the hand sharply, missing the way Seungcheol steps in closer until they’re chest to chest. When Jihoon’s eyes meet his, Seungcheol allows a predatory grin to flit across his lips before leaning down to claim Jihoon’s hot mouth.

Maybe just this once, Seungcheol tells himself as Jihoon struggles for a brief moment, before he’s opening his mouth and licking into Seungcheol’s mouth.

Jeonghan can practically smell the sex wafting off Jihoon, even if he doesn’t see the dark hickeys peeking out over Jihoon’s collar. He tends to Baby, the venomous flytrap practically purring as Jeonghan prunes the weeds from its roots.

“Looks like someone had a good night,” Jeonghan comments with a wan smile. Jihoon’s hair is sticking up all funny, although he’s not walking funny. Must not have been that good of a fuck.

“Barely,” Jihoon grumbles, swatting away the grabby leaves of a nearby grapevine as he stumbles into the kitchen. “Fucking – asshole. He gave me second-degree burns.”

Jeonghan’s hands still. He takes a deep breathe, ignoring the way his inhale is extremely shaky. “I thought you said you’d never sleep with Seungcheol again?” He pats himself on the back for how level his voice is.

“It was the only way to shut him up,” Jihoon groans, sticking his head in the fridge. There’s a meaningful pause. “He’s looking for you, by the way.”

“Seungcheol?”

“No.” Another heavy pause. “Yes. But no. Jisoo.”

Baby rustles uncomfortably, spitting out acid at the mere mention of the name – a response that’s mostly Jeonghan’s. He takes a deep breath, steadying his heart and straightening his back. “Did you tell him where I am?”

Jihoon snorts, surfacing from the fridge with a carton of carrot juice. “Of course not. But… I figured I owed him this much, to tell you that he’s looking.”

Jeonghan frowns, squinting into the distance. “He just wants what he can’t have,” he mutters.

Jihoon leans against the door jamb, reaching up to stroke Baby’s vine that’s wriggling towards him. “You know,” he says in a gentle voice that’s completely out of character, “you say that, but you still keep all the things he left for you.”

He doesn’t ask how Jihoon knows – knowing the mercenary, he’s probably been snooping around. Jisoo likes to leave little presents from his heists, always somewhere Jeonghan can find. He still has the handful of diamonds Jisoo had left behind in a recent heist, a single Juliet rose resting over the gems. The rare rose sits by Jeonghan’s bedroom window sill, flourishing from Jeonghan’s magic and sunlight. There’s a middlemist red in the greenhouse, one of the world’s rarest and most beautiful flowers in the world – it had been pilfered from a greenhouse in England and delivered to a park Jeonghan had been looking after.

Jeonghan knows Jisoo is trying to buy back his affection. It’s the only way Jisoo knows how to apologise.

They’re all pretty things. But they feel meaningless.

“I care about the plants, not him,” Jeonghan says sharply, snipping a stray weed vehemently. “He can rot in hell for all I care.”

“You don’t mean that.”

Jihoon’s right. Even when he was dying in that desert, when he was staring at Jisoo’s tense and unforgiving back, his heart still beats for that damned criminal. When Jisoo had walked in with Seungcheol in tow, his heart still fluttered like a heroine in a goddamn romance novel. He could have crushed the light out of Jisoo so easily – an eye for an eye, broken bones for broken bones – but he hadn’t.

It hadn’t mattered that Jihoon had told him no.

It mattered that he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

Don’t get him wrong; he hates Jisoo. When he thinks of him, his blood boils. Rage beats unfettered in his chest and he prays there comes a time when Jisoo rots in jail.

But… deep down, he loves him too. He dreams of him, dreams of a life they might have had, if they were both normal. He yearns and he wants.

But he cannot forgive. He craves revenge.

That’s the only thing that’s stopping him.

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