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multi-kpop-fanfics · 3 months ago

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half past five high: chapter 6 - a fool's broken heart

pairing: photographer!Joshua x influencer!reader (fem), supermodel!Mingyu x influencer!reader

genre: angst, love triangle!au

warnings: cursing, emotional distress, an argument, mingyu (probably the biggest warning)

word count: 3k

summary: joshua's kind nature puts him in more trouble than he can manage. but it also leads him to a strengthened resolve.

taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @billboard-singer @gaebestie @jaeyux @aurumness @chwebychew @xrubyrosesx @lovelyhan @himbocoups @wongyuseokie @prettygyuuu @karynnoona

Author's note: hi everyone! i am actually alive and kicking again :D and what better way to come back with a new chapter, right? huge thanks to @tusswrites and @seokgyuu for beta/proofreading this 💕

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2024. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.

Joshua walks through the rotating glass doors of the hotel as he drags his metal suitcase behind him. With heavy steps, he approaches the reception and rings the golden bell on the black marble counter.

The receptionist greets him with a radiant smile. “Good evening, sir. How can I help you?”

“Good evening. I would like to book a room.”

“Of course. We have deluxe suites available-”

“Just a normal room with a single bed is okay.” Joshua cuts the man off with a half-hearted smile, “Luxury isn’t my current priority.”

“I see,” the receptionist checks the available rooms, “For how long will you be staying, sir?”

“I wish I knew,” Joshua sighs in defeat, “I’ll pay for this week and then I’ll see where it takes me.”

“Very well, sir.” The receptionist nods and hands over the room key. “Your room is on the seventh floor. You can pay for the room at checkout, if you wish.”

“I…,” Joshua trails off, “Thank you.”

“Have a good night, sir.”

Joshua walks towards the elevator and presses the button to the seventh floor, the door opening a few seconds later. It doesn’t take him long to find his assigned room and open the door to reveal a very clean and cozy room, just like he asked for.

Placing his suitcase aside, he plops down on the bed, shoes already kicked off and arms clenched tight. Running down a palm over his face, he lets out a heavy and long sigh.

How did things come down to this?

This question has been running laps around Joshua’s mind ever since he left the house, heart clenching every time he remembers revving the engine of his car and speeding into the heart of Seoul.

“No point in doing this now…” He mutters to himself and gets up from the bed to remove his clothes and jump into the shower, turning the tap to warm.

After a long and steamy shower, Joshua is neatly wrapped in the hotel bathrobe, sitting on the armchair next to the window with his earbuds on.

The song he’s listening to is abruptly interrupted by an incoming call, a quiet groan escaping his lips as he answers the call.

“Hello?”

“Good evening Shua! It’s me, Seungcheol.”

“Oh, Cheol, hi!” Joshua chirps when he recognizes the voice of the caller. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s gonna be pleasant for you, because it’s definitely not the most pleasant time for me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The photographer who was supposed to take the pictures for tomorrow’s photoshoot had an accident and they had to cancel everything.” Seungcheol states with an audible sigh.

“Jesus- Are they okay?!” Joshua gasps loudly.

“It wasn’t something life-threatening, thankfully.” The man admits. “But they have a wrist fracture, which is a pain in the ass.”

“Oh God, that’s gonna take weeks to heal.” Joshua sighs audibly.

“Yeah, I know. If it wasn’t so urgent, I wouldn’t have disturbed you - Besides, you must be busy with wedding preparations, right?”

A bitter aftertaste washes over Joshua’s mouth, his gut churning at Seungcheol’s words - not that it’s his fault. How could he have known?

“Yeah, it's been hectic lately, but I’m managing.” He musters as much fake happiness as he can, in order to sound believable. He thanks whatever higher being exists for hearing his friend laugh and congratulate him for his patience.

“So, can I count on you for tomorrow?” Seungcheol double checks.

“Oh, yeah, of course!” Joshua’s composure remains unfaltering.

“Wonderful! I’ll email you the details in a few minutes. You’re a lifesaver, Shua.”

“No worries, Cheol. Have a good night.”

The call ends on a positive note and Joshua breathes a sigh of relief. He’s glad for this sudden change of events, hoping the extra work will take his mind off the mess that has become his personal life.

That was, until he received the email from Seungcheol with said details of the job.

Model: Mingyu Kim, 27.

It was only three words, but it was enough to twist and turn his guts around in the worst way possible. It feels like someone is doing shit on purpose, just to make him suffer.

He switches off his phone in haste and places it next to his earbuds. He knows what is going to happen if he calls Seungcheol back to cancel on his offer and unnecessary questions are the last thing he needs on his plate.

Guess we gotta put the brave facade on and power through this, too.

The next morning finds Joshua in the studio rented by the magazine directors, doing the necessary changes in his camera setup for the photo shoot.

Despite being welcomed warmly by the rest of the staff, he knows it won’t last long. Once Mingyu steps in, he’s in for the real crash test-

“Good morning everyone!”

Speak of the devil.

Joshua whips his head around and sees the man in question greeting everyone with a big, bright, toothy smile - as if he’s the most perfect, greenest flag in the whole universe.

It makes him want to vomit.

“Well I’ll be, if it isn’t Joshua Hong!” Mingyu exclaims, “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Well, good morning to you too, Mingyu.” Joshua responds with a fake smile.

“Sir Hong will be today’s photographer.” One of the staff members explains to the model, “Unfortunately, the other one who was supposed to be here recently suffered a wrist fracture.”

“Dear God, are they okay?!” The tall man asks with worry written all over his face.

“As far as we know, they’re safely recuperating at home, but they had to cancel their schedules for the next month.

“Do you have their contact info? I would like to send them my wishes for speedy recovery.”

“I believe you must ask sir Choi for that.”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll go search for him after the shooting.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” Joshua cuts through the conversation, “But I think sir Mingyu needs to go get his makeup done soon.”

“Oh, of course! I’m sorry for keeping you from your schedule.” The man apologizes with a bow and walks away.

“Certainly didn’t expect you of all people to show up for the shooting.” Mingyu says with disdain.

“If I knew you were the model beforehand, I wouldn’t have even bothered to say yes.” Joshua replies in a similar manner.

“Has anyone ever taught you that you always ask for details before you accept a job? Oh right, they don’t teach you that in freelance school.” The tall man snickers while looking at his phone.

“Have you ever heard of ‘helping a friend in times of need’? Oh right, they don’t teach you that in whatever school you attend for toxic people.” Joshua retaliates and allows a smile to form on his face when he notices Mingyu’s grimace.

“Toxic or not, your girlfriend - sorry, fiancé - still preferred me over you.”

“Listen here, you fucking bastard-” Joshua grabs Mingyu by the shirt, bunching up the fabric in his fist.

“Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that here. Don’t wanna bring back bad memories from Venice, do you now?”

The older man grunts and lets go, quickly looking around to check for any prying eyes.

“That’s what I thought as well. Now, if you don’t mind, I must get my makeup done for the shooting.”

Joshua runs his hand through his hair, nervously pacing back and forth. The current situation isn’t in his favor at all and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. He absentmindedly opens his phone to check the time and his heart sinks when he notices a few unread messages from you.

soon to be wife: i miss you

soon to be wife: i know you don’t want to talk to me rn

soon to be wife: but i hate everything without you

soon to be wife: i’m so sorry shua

“Goddamnit, Y/N…..” He mutters under his breath and shoves the phone back into his pocket, focusing on the task at hand - mainly pulling through this job.

To his surprise, the photoshoot went way smoother than he anticipated. But what surprised him the most was the sheer professionalism Mingyu exhibited during the shooting. It was as if he was working with one of the most composed models he has ever seen - a sheer contrast to his repulsive demeanor.

The model was willing to follow any directions Joshua threw at him, resulting in perfect photos for the magazine issue and a round of compliments from the staff.

No matter how smoothly everything went, Joshua felt like he wanted to physically puke. With each passing moment, he could feel himself suffocating and wanting to scream on top of his lungs. How could all these people be so easily fooled by Mingyu and his act? How does he always get away unscathed, despite the public stunts he pulls every now and then?

Just…..how?

He wordlessly disassembles his camera, carefully placing each component in their designated spots in the box.

“Wow, that’s one hell of a camera case,” Mingyu comments with a low whistle right behind him, “Must have cost a fortune.”

“Didn’t really make a dent in our bank account, if that’s what you want to know.” Joshua replies monotonously.

“Our bank account?” The model repeats with curiosity, fueled by his desire to mock the man in front of him.

Slip of the tongue. Fuck, Joshua curses within. He shouldn’t have said that, let alone in front of Mingyu.

“Aw, it was a gift from your beloved fiancé. How sweet of her.”

“Yeah, it was. Are you happy now?”

“Me? I was just making small talk.”

“For someone who is an expert at changing facades, you’re being an awful liar right now.”

“You’re so perceptive, aren’t you, mister Hong?”

“What do you want from me, Kim?”

“A good look on your pathetic face. And I got plenty of them.” Mingyu grins like a wolf.

“How miserable must you be to find joy in ruining people’s lives?”

“Way less miserable than you right now.”

Joshua scoffs and turns his back on Mingyu, walking away in disgust.

“Bet that’s how you walked away from home when you found out about Y/N.”

Joshua flashes a middle finger behind him and leaves the studio for good, picking up the pace to reach his car.

As soon as he gets in the driver’s seat, he exhales shakily, body slouched in the leather seat and the camera bag discarded in the passenger’s seat.

“God fucking damnit,” he almost yells and punches the wheel, the skin on his knuckles turning red because of the impact.

Out of the blue, the phone rings and Joshua pulls it out of his pocket, grimacing when he sees your name on the screen. Without a second thought, he turns down your call and puts it back where it was.

soon to be wife: shua please answer the phone

soon to be wife: your mom called earlier

soon to be wife: i told her you were busy with work but i don’t know for how long i can stall things

soon to be wife: can you please stop by home? we really need to talk this time

He thinks that you’re lying this time too, but part of him wants to go home and see what this is all about.

“Home, huh…”

He fastens his seatbelt and turns on the engine of his car, gripping the wheel with determination.

Let’s go home, then.

You sit on the couch, quietly drinking a cup of tea. Ever since Joshua left the house, everything seems lifeless, the guilt eating you from the inside day by day.

The phone call by his mother was another nail on the coffin - you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her the truth about breaking her beloved son’s heart. So, you did what you’ve been doing so well since Paris.

You lied to her.

You lied about the marriage preparations going well, you lied about you and Joshua doing fine, you lied about everything.

You check your phone in hopes of Joshua answering your texts, but nothing has changed. Not that things would change so easily, but delusions aren’t always bad.

Suddenly, you hear the front gate of the house opening and the familiar noise of your fiancé’s car entering the parking lot. You rush to the window, parting the curtains to confirm the source of the commotion and your heart skips a beat.

He came…. He really came!, you smile to yourself and back away from the window, rushing to the door.

Right before you put your hand on the knob, the door unlocks from the outside and Joshua walks inside with a neutral expression.

“Welcome home, Shua.” You greet him fondly.

“I take it you’re doing well, since you’re greeting me so happily.” He responds dryly.

“I- I’m just happy to see you again.” You nervously rub the side of your neck.

“Yeah, sure.” He scoffs.

“I mean it, Joshua. I’m glad you’re here.” You look him straight in the eyes.

“Cut to the chase, please. Did my mother actually call?”

“Of course she did! Around twelve o’clock-”

You notice the lack of trust written all over his face and your shoulders slouch down.

“....You thought I lied to you, didn’t you?”

“Can you blame me, Y/N?” Joshua crosses his arms, “You were lying to me for the past months, why would I believe you now?”

“But I’m telling you the truth!” You desperately defend yourself.

“Okay then. Let’s suppose that you are indeed telling the truth. What did my mother tell you?”

“She asked me about the marriage preparations and if I need any help from her.”

“Well, that does sound like her.”

“She also said that she wants to fly over and give me a helping hand, but I told her that we have everything under control.”

“Is that all?”

“No, she also asked if she could speak to you, but I told her that you were out for a photoshoot and that she wouldn’t have to bother to call you, because you always turn off your phone during work.”

“Believable enough, I suppose.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, Shua.”

“Don’t expect any sympathy, Y/N. All of this is happening because of your actions.” He reminds you with a stern voice.

“I know! I’m not looking for sympathy, because I am aware of the mess I’ve made!”

“Then what do you expect me to do?!”

“I just want to ask for your help, to see what we’re going to do from now on!” You yell.

“Oh, so now you want my help?” Joshua laughs bitterly, “The audacity is fucking real.”

“Joshua, please, this isn’t just about me!”

“You know, it’s really funny how you just remembered ‘us’ in this relationship.”

You swallow thickly, the tension ramping up with each passing second.

“Tell me - After everything you did to fuck me up and this beautiful thing we built after all the shit we went through in Venice, why would I even want to help you out?”

“I’m not asking you to lie, I’m asking you to sit down for a while and see where we’re standing!” You raise your voice again.

“Have you considered the possibility of me not wanting to do that?” He deadpans.

Your heart drops in your stomach and a tear rolls down on your cheek.

“Then…. Why did you even come here?”

“That’s a pretty damn good question.” Joshua replies, wiping away a stray tear.

Silence befalls the lounge as the two of you stand across each other, unable to put your feelings in words.

“One week.”

“What?”

“One week. In one week, both of us should have sorted out our feelings and come to a conclusion,” Joshua proposes.

“I accept.”

“I wasn’t finished, Y/N. Until then, none of us should contact each other, for the sake of avoiding situations like this one.”

“Fine by me.”

“I’m glad we could agree on this.”

“Yeah, I guess….”

“Um, I should be going now,” he announces and walks towards the door.

“I-I’ll see you off.” You rush to open the door for him and his eyes fall on your hand, noticing that you’re still wearing the ring he gave you.

“Stay safe, Y/N.”

“You too, Joshua.” You give him a small smile and watch him go to his car, leaving shortly after.

You abruptly close the door and burst out in tears, sobbing loudly in the middle of the empty house. Your knees turn to jelly and you collapse on the floor, tears flowing uncontrollably.

The last time you saw Joshua looking at you with such disdain before coming to an agreement was back in the Venezian police station.

And it tore your heart to pieces.

Serves me fucking right, you think and wipe your face with the back of your hand.

Your phone rings and you force yourself to get up and pick it up, but as soon as you read Mingyu’s name, you wince in disgust.

“What do you want?” You ask with irritation.

“Whoa, not the nicest tone for a pretty lady, is it now?” He

“I’m not in the mood to flirt with you, Mingyu.”

“A shame, because I am in such a good mood today, especially after seeing your pathetic fiancé.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he was the emergency replacement photographer for my photoshoot today. You should have seen his face when-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You curse at him with gritted teeth.

“Okay darling, now you’re being mean-”

“I said shut the fuck up! And don’t even try contacting me again.”

“What, had a change of heart all of a sudden?” He chuckles.

“And what if I did?”

“Your loss, sweetheart. You’ll eventually come around.”

“What makes you say that?”

“They always come around for seconds. You’re no exception to the rule.”

“Fuck you.” You spit and end the phone call, instantly blocking Mingyu’s number and any other means he has to contact you.

“Every rule has an exception, asshole.” You mutter to yourself and put the phone down on the table.

Perhaps Joshua wanted to tell you about this encounter, but his pride didn’t let him do so - quite typical of him. Maybe it was for the better.

At least now you’re certain of what needs to be done. Of what you want to get done.

The rest is up to Joshua’s judgement.

#svthub #thediamondlifenetwork #joshua angst #mingyu angst #svt joshua #svt mingyu #joshua hong #kim mingyu #svt angst #seventeen angst #seventeen #hpfh

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junhui-recs · 2 months ago

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togeqii · 1 year ago

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I meant K-Pop!! I haven’t found any good K-Pop fics lately and that’s why I wanted your recs lol sorry for the confusion :)

omg! yes i can definitely recommend a few good fics haha i haven't been an avid reader for a while but i Do have a few notable favorites! i'm kinda just taking this from my rec tag on wuahae lol but . i'm ngl all the fics by these authors are so good like if you like the writing (You Will ....) you should def check out their other fics in their masterlists! also if you like the fics pleeeaaase leave feedback in their askboxes or in their notes :( i know it would mean a lot to them because it always means a lot to me!

eat, play, love by @husbandhoshi

e2l romcom au .... really Reads like a romcom i can talk at length about this fic but also lily is just a great writer . it's just good fic!! the perfect amount of funny with a touch of angst and as always Real Genuine feeling . will always rec this one <3

gold rush by @dkfile

exes-to-lovers mingyu it is just SO scrumptious .... ci masters the art of the small town nostalgia haze and the dynamics in this fic are just MWAH . conflict is perfect, characterization is perfect ... if a fic is named after a tswift song you just know it has to be good!

parallels & almosts by @httplastic

vernon friends to lovers! it's almost wong kar wai esque the way peach writes their prose ... so so pretty. always so meaningful i loved reading and analyzing their words trying to dissect metaphors and double meanings :") the type of fic where i read and i go "i wanna write like that!!!" one of the top fics i'll go to when i wanna read a nice comfort fic in winter <3

those are the most recent ones i've read but here are a few honorable mentions from fics that were released a while ago but i think about almost daily . fics that rewrote my brain chemistry .

the times we couldn’t say goodbye (the times i loved you most) by @/husbandhoshi

SORRY this is another one by lily but its the one that made me follow her.... she just gets the Hoshster im sorry ..... also this fic deserves like 10 million notes with how it made me feel . fantasy au where hoshi is a wizard and yn is the innkeeper and even though hoshi isn't someone who Stays you're always going to be the one he returns home to . GUNSHOTS .

just us and the moon (till the sun starts waking) by @97-liners

THE FIC THAT MADE ME START CARATBLR ....... actuallyyyy just read all of jackie's fics 😁😁 i feel like i rave about this fic every chance i get but its deserved idc idc i come back to read it regularly . yn in this fic is so real like the me of last summer was bawling her eyes out because of how peeled i felt reading it...... anyway its fwb!woozi and Obviously that means don't read this fic if you're a minor but . but .... i became a changed woman after i finished it . Again the perfect amount of humor + angst + Implied smut without feeling gratuitous or out of place . my hall of fame for realsies.

other people's weddings by @neonunau

ok i Just checked after going back to link this fic and i saw its at 2k notes?!?!? deserved /srs . but Again it's giving romcom ... its f2l seungcheol but the way mads depicts him is SO chef's kiss. like if lily gives him the insufferable former frat boy energy with dusty cheeto fingers then Mads writes him as Sufferable college friend cheol. the yearning is so real from him . he holds your purse . swallows his feelings it practically gives him And you (the reader) constipation but every court needs their jester and he's happy to provide ..... not to mention the side characters are so funny its insane. humor is perfect . romance is perfect . writing is perfect ..... its just good fic!!!

#.xx #sorry can you tell ive reading from the same circle of blogs NSFDJLDFJ

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husbandhannie · 3 years ago

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warmth

a/n: just something i wrote at 4 am. not proofread at all. edit: tagging @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @itsveronicaxxx (i forgot initially)

the front door opens, breaking your concentration. he's home, you think as you set your book aside. you look to the door with a smile as you hear footsteps get closer, wondering why hoshi skipped his usual "honey i'm hooooome" loud entrance. you get your answer when he opens your bedroom door. something's wrong.

he's tired, which isn't surprising given how late the practice stretched. but it's more than that - his eyes look empty, devoid of the twinkle you adore.

"hard day?", you ask. "mm", he shrugs.

"wanna talk about it?"

"not really. just one of those days", he says as he leaves to take a shower.

you decide to not dwell on it much. you've seen him have days like this before, and he likes to handle them himself - very rarely telling anyone about them (you are his first choice when he does need someone). it's never bothered you - after all, it's not like you're any different.

he comes back sooner than you expected, dressed in threadbare pajamas and looking a little more at peace. he lifts up your shirt a little, laying down with his head on your bare skin, releasing a low hum and pressing kisses on your skin when you run your fingers through his hair.

"what are you reading?", he asks softly. "james herriot", you answer.

"the vet?"

"yeah". by now you should be used to him remembering details that you told him in passing, but your heart still flutters when he recalls mundane little details about your life, even when he's exhausted.

"read it to me", he murmurs.

"i don't think this is your style, love."

"anything read in your voice is my style."

there's a moment of silence before you chortle loudly, not expecting his incredibly cheesy response. he's giggling too, his chuckles tickling your skin as he looks very proud of his line.

"alright, alright", you relent as you start reading your favorite chapter, which starts with the description of how the author's wife would wrap herself around him when he'd come back from midnight calls in the winter, so she could warm his chilly body.

the parallels between the chapter and your current situation aren't lost on you, and judging by hoshi's smile against your skin and his fond glances, they're not lost on him either.

#pfft i didnt mean for this to be so long #but oh well #also based on real life #james herriot is a fantastic author #seventeen #seventeen fluff #svt #svt fluff #hoshi #hoshi fluff #hoshi x reader #kwon soonyoung #hoshi by amelia #seventeen imagines #seventeen imagine

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onlymingyus · 2 years ago

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I have just been overwhelmed by the support I have received on this blog in such a short amount of time. Thank you all for all the follows, the reblogs, the asks, the replies. Seriously the interaction is so motivating.

I can not believe that I am already as close to 500 followers as I am! So in celebration of that;

I wanted to take a moment not only to thank you but also to share this love. There are so many amazing writers on tumblr and I wanted to offer a small list of just a few of them.

If you are enjoying what you are reading from me then any of the authors on this list would be a perfect place to find your next reading material. These are authors that I personally read often and enjoy their works.

Also if you are tagged and you don't want to be, feel free to send me a message I will remove you. I don't want this to be a bother, that isn't the point of this at all.

So without in no particular order:

@wonwussy, @onlyseokmins, @bitchlessdino, @smileysuh, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @sapphichui, @fallinwoozi, @dontflailmenow, @venerex, @sluttyminghao, @sluttywonwoo, @sluttymingyu, @boos3ungkwan, @thetigeragenda, @husbandhoshi, @neonun-au

#mars.rambles #mars.recs #author recs #tagged #these are just a few of the amazing writers on tumblr #thank you post

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daechwitatamicrecs · 10 months ago

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ohhhhhhhh i loved this :( loved how the little hints of his hurt peeked through even early, like i could tell he was like :( y arent u calling me :( :( :(. and her stuff!! in his bathroom!!!! oh hes in love your honor. (okay maybe not but there are FEELINGS and i am HERE for it.)

title: ghosted pairing: seungcheol x f!reader wc: 6.1k, mature/18+ only! tags: based on this drabble. porn with a considerable amount of plot, fwb to lovers, rich guy!cheol, yn is able to be picked up. horrible terrible excessive amounts of fluff. smut tags below the cut. everyone say thank you to @wuahae for reading this over :)

smut tags: softdom!cheol, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), spanking/biting, yn has hair that can get pulled, mild ass play, boob stuff, fingers in mouth.

you think you have seungcheol's number memorized.

well, you definitely should have by now, with how many times you considered deleting it. instead you ended up changing his contact name, first to seungcheol club, which is where you met him. second time--rebound guy. the third iteration, your roommate had made it DO NOT TEXT, and you had left it like that because she was probably right anyway.

for better or for worse, you are not very good at following instructions. you're two and a half weeks fresh off of a heart-to-heart with your friends where you agreed that no, the best way to get over your ex was to not get under somebody else, and yes, you should absolutely stop sleeping with a guy who brags about being a playboy.

so you deleted his number and your text history, and everyone swore up and down that this was a good thing.

and you're sure you were on the same page as them until about five minutes ago, when you were doing your laundry and you had come across one of his white button-up shirts.

(he let you keep it because he said you looked better in it than he did. that morning, before you left his place, he had buttoned it all the way up for you--don't want anyone else looking at you the way i do, he had said. plus, the amount of hickies he had left behind were in no way presentable to the general public.)

the effect this has on you is instantaneous and humiliating.

"fuck. fuck," you groan, now scrolling through your camera roll to look for literally any screenshot with his number in it.

there's one from back when he was rebound guy--he had sent you ten dollars in apple cash so you could buy a coffee when you said you were too tired to fuck. you ended up coming over that night anyway, and you both watched four hours of law and order until you fell asleep on his couch.

there are a handful from when DO NOT TEXT had sexted you in the middle of the workday, which you kept for posterity and nights alone with your vibrator.

and then, finally, a few weeks before that, when things were simple and he was just an unsaved number in your phone--hey, i know you ran out this morning, but i wanted to let you know i had a great time last night, if you know what i mean. even with the winky face emoji, it was a strangely wholesome text from a first time hookup.

you favorite the screenshot and curse the fact that you have never had good impulse control.

you up? i miss you.

the words fly so fast out of your fingers, you have no time to consider whether or not this is a good idea. you vividly recall the time he told you he had never seen the point of putting a label on a relationship, which was the whole reason your friends staged an intervention in the first place.

still, the white shirt on your bed taunts you. even thinking about it makes your head spin.

yeah. let me send you an uber.

that too--he had money, and he wasn't ashamed to spend it on you. between that and the dick, you don't think you're willing to squander your luck.

besides, seungcheol is still rebound guy. you're still getting over your ex, and he's just a quick fix in the meantime. you tell yourself this, and you keep telling yourself this until you're out the door, without a second chance to tell yourself otherwise.

"can't go long without getting your back blown out, huh?"

this is the first thing seungcheol says to you, oblivious to the fact that you were planning on forever ghosting him less than an hour ago.

"as if you didn't answer my text almost immediately," you laugh, letting him help you take your coat off.

"never said i wasn't happy to provide," he replies. his gaze is hot, sticky, like he's forgotten what you've looked like already. "i think it's been almost a month. i thought you got tired of me or something, you know."

"of course not. i...i got busy."

it's a half lie. the other half? you wouldn't dare admit it, but you missed his apartment a little. partly because it's much nicer than your own, but the bachelor pad decor was starting to grow on you. (and maybe the bachelor, with it.)

"work was good today?" you ask, letting him draw you in by the waist. his hands are so warm as he draws them up and down your sides, underneath the cotton of the thin shirt you have on.

"oh, please," seungcheol says, his grin now hovering right over your lips. "don't play innocent. you didn't come here so i could talk about my job."

he's right, so you let him kiss you. it's hot and fast and it tastes like his twenty dollar mouthwash, which you take small pride in because it means he would have been sleeping if his hand wasn't on your ass right now.

seungcheol has never been slow nor patient. your shirt has come off, and he now thumbs at the waistband of your jeans, grasping at the button to undo them.

"i don't think i even know what you look like with pants on," he says, lips dragging against the shell of your ear. "you always dress up when you come here, and it all ends up on the floor. pity."

you feel all the heat in your body surge towards your core. somehow your jeans are already on the floor and seungcheol's palm is fanned over the thin lace of your panties.

"thought about me the whole way here, huh?" two fingers are meanly sat over the seam of your cunt, pressing the damp fabric to your skin. "let yourself get all wet for me on the car ride?"

"maybe," you manage, not wanting to betray the embarrassment in your voice. you don't need his hand there to know how wet you are, and yet you know he's doing it to tease you anyway. he finds the bump of your clit over the fabric, now clingy and warm over your skin, and runs his thumb over it. "what else was i supposed to think about?"

"no need to be shy. can't lie with such a needy pussy." he chuckles as your thighs squeeze helplessly around him. "it's cute."

before you can protest, he pushes your panties to the side, now undoubtably soaked through, and his fingers find your clit again. it just takes two, three, rough strokes to draw the pleasure out of you like a fire in your belly.

"cheol," you whine. somehow things always end up like this--you, almost fully naked, and him, still with all his clothes on. he likes reminding you of it too, now enjoying the way you press against him, searching for skin. instead, you feel his cock under his sweatpants, right up against your thigh, and it only turns you on further.

your hands find his waist, but between the new welt he's sucked into your neck and the paralyzing feeling of his thumb on your clit again and again, you falter. your fingertips hover on the downy hair peeking over the band of his sweats, and you've never ached more to have him inside you.

that's all seungcheol needs to yank you back in line. "bed. now," he says, and you listen.

his apartment is big, and the walk feels dizzying as he follows behind you. what's even worse is that you can feel his eyes rake over you--he loves it. the humiliating stumble of your two left feet, the glistening slick at the apex of your thighs, how your panties cling to your ass, now ruined.

even now, as you clamber onto the bed like you're learning to use your limbs for the first time, he loves how easy you are for him. but you can't help it--no one fucks you as good as he does, and that was the reason he was rebound guy in the first place.

"face me," is his next command. at the foot of the bed, first, he pulls off his shirt, and your eyes wander first to his chest, then to the trail he's got down his stomach, teasing you as he pushes down his sweats.

one of his hands, strong and veiny, disappears under his waistband to play with his cock. you watch the slow flick of his wrist and see the shape of his length underneath the fabric, and you almost start salivating.

you're sure he's punishing you by now.

"you're staring, pretty girl. use your words." a turn of his wrist, and he groans. he might just make himself cum like this, and the notion that it wouldn't be somewhere inside you absolutely shatters the last bit of pride you had left.

"need you in my mouth, cheol," you whine, now sitting up straight against the headboard, as if looking any more pitiful would persuade him to join you.

and he does, just not in the way you want him to. instead, you watch his sweats fall to the ground before he kneels on the edge of the bed, on the end furthest from you.

"what, you think i'm gonna give it to you easy? after you made me wait for you?" you are not thinking straight enough to decipher what this means. who knew ghosting a fuckboy would have actual consequences, but you watch his grip tighten around the fat base of his cock and decide this is not the time to play detective.

so you swallow your pride and all your questions and you crawl. you crawl all the way down the seemingly endless length of his king sized bed, feeling seungcheol's gaze swallow you whole, and you like it.

when you stop at the foot of the bed, you take pause to look at seungcheol, really look at him. his eyes are dark, almost unrecognizably so--maybe it's the way you so readily make yourself perfect for him, arching your back just how he likes and letting your swollen, wet mouth fall open like you've never wanted anything more than him.

"so pretty like this," he coos. he runs a thumb over your bottom lip, feeling it quiver under his skin. you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth; it's as humiliating as it is desperate but you can't help yourself. it feels so good to be touched, and seungcheol's clings to you like nothing else.

he pushes his fingers into your mouth, almost to the back so you choke. you're at the point where you'll take anything, so you suck. you let your tongue run all over the digits, long and calloused enough that you can only dream of having them inside the other half of you. he pushes onto your tongue, wanting you to taste him, and you whimper, the feeling harsh but not unwelcome.

"dumb mouth just needs something in it, huh? my girl will just suck anything?"

you can't talk, so you whine around his fingers, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. he's been playing with his cock with his free hand, forcing you to watch him trace every vein with his own skin instead of yours. you hollow out your cheeks and suck him nice and tight, trying to fool yourself otherwise.

then he laughs, low and quiet--as fun as it is to slut you out, he's never been patient. "open wide, darling." he slides his fingers out from your mouth before pulling your hair out of the way. thank you, you want to say, but it's quickly washed away by the shock of his cock between your lips, rough but never too much so.

god, you didn't even think you liked sucking dick that much, but sleeping with seungcheol for this long must have altered your brain chemistry for the worse. his familiar, heavy warmth sits on your tongue, and you can't help but moan around him. you love the stretch of your jaw, the way his eyes always wrench shut no matter how in control he is.

"fuck," he groans, carding a hand through his hair. "slutty little mouth's made for me."

you hum around him, taking him all the way to where your nose skims the dewy curls on his abdomen and all you know is the scent of his heat. you're drooling so much, thanks to all the fingers in your mouth not too long ago, but you don't care. you run your tongue on the veiny underside of his cock, back and forth, savoring the hurt in your cheeks and all the spit on your chin.

seungcheol makes a low-pitched, strangled noise, the first time you've seen him crack tonight, and it sends another gushy wave of heat to your cunt.

you toy with his slit, let the salt of his precum fill your mouth, and suck hard around his cockhead. your scalp stings wonderfully with how he pulls at your hair, and you lean into the feeling. a deep breath through your nose, and you sink down again. the way he hits the back of your throat makes you yelp pitifully, but you persist like a dog to a bone. again, again, and you're gagging on your own spit as your throat spasms around him and you go cross-eyed.

he's all about control, but he lets you have this--perhaps he likes seeing you give yourself to him without him asking. he doesn't have to lift a finger, and you'll still choke around him, bruise your own throat. surely that had to mean something, but you'll chalk it up to some astrological sexual compatibility you're unaware of at the moment.

"enough," seungcheol finally says, voice gravelly, and he pulls you off him by the hair. "fuck, you probably would've cummed from that alone, huh?"

meanly, he reaches over your back to grab at the strings of your underwear so it digs into your cunt. you cry out, feeling the warmth of arousal leak all over your twitching hole, even between your ass. he's right--any more, and you really might have cummed all over yourself.

" 'm so wet, cheol," you plead, toes curling as he pulls the elastic of your panties further back. "please, please, please."

he releases the band, and it snaps hard against your skin. it feels like electricity as it connects with you, and you cry out again, the noise high-pitched and whoreish.

"gonna need you to face the other way if you want me to fuck you, darling," he says. "my baby likes it best from behind, right?"

you have nothing left in you but insatiable desire. you turn around to face the headboard, still on your hands and knees. seungcheol runs a careful hand down the curve of your spine before landing a hard slap on your ass. your skin sings, and all the blood in your body feels like it's been turned to fire.

"cheol," you warble, pressing your face into the sheets. your pussy actually hurts from how neglected it is, and when the second slap comes down, your clit aches like a bruise. "need you so bad...can't believe i went so long without you."

the words just fall out of you but you think they're true regardless. you were really fooling yourself thinking you could go the rest of your life without this. somewhere deep inside you, in the working part of your brain, you wonder if he's come to the same conclusion. that underneath the show, all the greed and the meanness, he missed you too.

"you must really need to get fucked," seungcheol chuckles. "you've never been this nice to me."

"not true," you protest, muffled by the sheets, and he laughs again. then he peels your underwear down your thighs before spreading your ass underneath his palms, and the cool air makes you twitch under him.

"you smell so fucking good. fuck." he groans, low and desirous, and it's the last thing you register before you feel the swell of his nose, his lips, as he buries his face in your cunt.

it's all too much at once--it rips a squeal out from your chest, one of those slutty, loud ones he loves, and it spurs him on further. you feel the wet pressure of his tongue, first between your folds, then up to the tight ring of your asshole, still messy with your arousal.

"o-oh my god," you cry. the pressure in your belly is now wound tight; you're so, so close and he's barely even started. he seems to know this, and deprives you of his mouth in lieu of his two fingers. the change in sensation is instant and toe-curling. something, anything, is finally inside you, and it's better than anything you have ever known. he drags the pads of his fingers brutally over your g-spot, loving the way you cry and tremble beneath him as your orgasm builds.

"have you had enough, pretty girl?" seungcheol asks, voice cruel, teasing. it's a rhetorical question--before you know it, his fingers are gone, and you instead feel the length of his cock between the curve of your ass. he's got a hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, just so he can see you struggle to push yourself against him.

"n-no," you reply, voice catching in your throat. you feel the head of his cock against your slit, and your thighs tremble with anticipation. not good enough. it only takes him a few times, rocking against your cunt, for you to crumble. you ask for things you can't even remember, and it's then when he pushes into you, so meanly you really do forget what words mean.

seungcheol swears under his breath, and his grip on your ass feels tight enough to bruise. your cunt flutters around him, god, you forgot how fucking big he is, but he doesn't give you much time to get used to it. his pace is unforgiving, and his hips slam into your ass like he's trying to fuck the sound out of you.

"cheol," you hiccup, listening to your voice jolt with every thrust. " 'm so full...."

"yeah? you like how i fill you up?" he squeezes your ass hard, and you moan into the sheets. "better than anyone else?"

"o-only you," you reply, slack-jawed at the feeling of being split open so well and the delicious, unending drag of him against your walls. "just you."

this seems to satisfy him. he enters you, deeper still, until it feels like he's in your stomach.

"so fucking tight," he says, from somewhere deep in his chest. "you need me to stretch you out like this every once in a while, yeah? you take it so well, pretty girl."

all you can do is moan his name. it's what you've been doing, and at this point, it's the only word you know. he bottoms out again, and the pleasure is so white-hot it feels like it burns.

it only takes two, three, punches into your cunt for you to come undone. you're gushing, gushing around him, babbling something incoherent, and still he is unrelenting. you feel your mouth move in an attempt to tell him you're too sensitive, and he only shoves his cock deeper in you so he can feel you clench hard around it.

then he pushes your head into the sheets, deeper still so the neighbors won't write him up in the morning, and fucks you again. you foolishly think another orgasm will break you, but all it takes is for him to press his thumb into the dip of your asshole and tell you he's going to fuck you in both holes one day for you to fall apart again.

by the time he's done with you, your legs feel boneless and you don't even want to think about the situation between them. (you had asked him to cum in you, and he did. there was so much, he had to push some back into you with his fingers, and you cummed one more time.)

you feel seungcheol's dead weight slump onto the bed beside you. you're still face-down, but you turn as far as you can to look at him. it's unfair how he still looks good now--his bangs, dark and curly with sweat, crown his forehead, and you watch his long eyelashes flutter shut.

"fuck," he groans. "how does every time with you get better?"

somewhere inside you, in the parts that still work, you feel a small gleam of pride. it feels traitorous, in a way--the whole point of being friends with benefits was that it was supposed to be conditional, but you're running out of conditions. clearly, it didn't take much for you to come back and not regret it.

seungcheol laughs at your silence. "did i break you? no," he jokingly whines, and he rolls onto his side to return your gaze. he brings a hand up to brush the hair out of your eyes, as if that would somehow magically repair your body. but it does feel nice. "please speak."

"maybe broken. to be determined." seungcheol grins stupidly when you say this, and you watch how his eyes crinkle up at the sides.

usually, it's every man for himself at this point in the night. seungcheol will order takeout and draft some emails, and you hobble over to the bathroom so you can pee and use the shower. he leaves you alone for this part, which is the perfect opportunity to mix all his fancy shower gels together like you're a kid again.

but today seems different. you lie there for a beat in silence, watching each other blink. then seungcheol gets up, slowly then all at once, and walks over to your wrung-out body.

"i'm picking you up," he says, like a warning. "hopefully you're not afraid of heights."

you think he's joking until you feel the strong cords of his forearms--one around your middle and the other under your legs. you didn't even think you were able to be picked up at this point in your life, but somehow he's got you flush against his chest now, almost nose to nose with him.

"wait," you waver, suddenly feeling self conscious about literally everything. you're sticky and smelly and you're not curious to find out if your post-coital form will scare him away. "seungcheol."

"you really plan on walking yourself over to the bathroom? you couldn't make it to the bedroom earlier, and i hadn't even fucked you yet."

"hey!" you protest. he laughs, and you can feel his whole body shake. "wait, i can't laugh too much, or i'm gonna start leaking."

"you've got another thing coming if you think i'm afraid of a little body fluid."

seungcheol bumps the bathroom door open with his ass, which is somehow the funniest and most endearing thing to you. you flip on the light, and he sets you on the counter like it's just a normal friday night for the both of you.

he turns the shower on and turns back to look at you. "how hot do you want it?" then his eyes narrow playfully. "are you one of those freaks who likes getting their skin boiled off?"

"well, you can answer the first half of that question on your own."

"ok. freak."

while he messes with the shower knobs (he's got one of those showers with three separate showerheads), you take a moment to do some more snooping. the first time you were here, you did go through the various things he had on his counter. most of them are still there--the overpriced moisturizer you shamelessly use when you stay the night, a quarter-full bath and body works foaming soap, and a folded up hand towel with his initials on it.

there are some newer additions too. you don't miss how the little jar for your toothbrush is still there, or a small tube of lip gloss you had forgotten to take back a few months ago. he restocked the hand lotion that you said you liked, too.

you're starting to think that there is a small possibility that you are no longer friends with benefits. you're not dating either, but something somewhere in the middle. but how do you say something like that? how would you know, especially when seungcheol is a self-proclaimed forever bachelor who may never, ever date?

you have no time to think about this any further.

"sooo," seungcheol hums, wiping his hands with a bath towel. "i'll be in the bedroom. you want me to order chinese?" you watch him linger around, lamely, like a stray dog.

"wanna join me?"

he smiles, ear to ear.

"thought you'd never ask."

morning comes slowly.

you wake to birdsong and the quiet chatter of the city beneath you. the sun from the curtains is buttery and warm on your bare skin, and time seems to drag its feet. it feels perfect, which is a word you would have never used in relation to any of this, and yet nothing else seems more appropriate.

last night, after your shower (in which you learned that seungcheol always makes his hair into a shampoo mohawk, without fail), you talked for hours over the fattest spread of takeout you had ever seen.

the plan was to put on the office and dissociate like usual, but he finally answered your question about how his day at work was. (tumultuous and drama-filled--that was his first mistake. you love drama.) strangely, by the end of the night, you learned that you had more in common than you thought with a man whose watch collection was valued higher than your entire college education.

"you up?" seungcheol's morning voice comes out sounding like a croak from behind you. you're sure he's about to complain that his arm is asleep from your big head on it, but he doesn't. instead, he settles deeper into your warmth and pulls you closer by the waist.

"yeah," you reply, enjoying the feeling of his skin against your own.

you grab your phone from the nightstand, wondering if your roommate has discovered your betrayal and has blown up your phone. she has, so the two voice memos and twenty text messages in the group chat are no surprise to you.

what is a surprise is the text you get from your ex. can we talk? it reads. it's the first time you've heard from him in months--before that, he had broken up with you (over text) and then proceeded to block you on every platform possible.

your mind starts to spin. you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to text him back. just for closure's sake, you tell yourself, as if you haven't cried at least seven separate times about this. but you will admit, seungcheol has been a great diversion. you don't remember the last time you had a cry, and any progress was good progress to you.

complicating things, said diversion has slotted a leg between yours, and his hand has found its way to your ribcage, distractingly close to your chest. such are the consequences of only wearing a shirt to bed.

"you're so warm," he murmurs, right in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. his hand creeps up, now right over your heartbeat. it doesn't really take much for your body to respond--his fingertips find your nipple, and with a light squeeze, you're already arching back into him. "is this ok?"

"yeah," you breathe. you're distracted, but you figure the best way to un-distract yourself is with a new, better distraction.

now emboldened, he rolls the skin between his fingers, finding he loves the way you shudder underneath him. quickly, he moves out from behind you to hover over you instead, propping himself up by his forearms, and pushes your shirt up over the swell of your tits.

"you good?" seungcheol asks, lips flush to the skin over your heart. he presses another wet kiss to one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"yeah, why?" you have half a mind to hold his head down so he can't ask more questions and ruin the point of being a distraction in the first place.

"dunno." he switches to the other side, licking over a mark he's bitten into your skin. "you looked at your phone and you seemed worried. also, you're frowning, and it's not a sex frown."

damn. you guess you're easier to read than you thought. you don't even have the heart to ask what the fuck a sex frown looks like.

seungcheol's mouth returns to your nipple, and he sucks hard, making you gasp into your palm.

"my ex," you tell him. there's no point in keeping it a secret. the first time you slept together, you had made it clear what your intentions were, which is what made this arrangement work so well in the first place. "he wants to talk or something."

"that asshole?" then another suck, and you keen into him. "you're too good for him."

it's literally one of the three appropriate responses he could have chosen from, but it still feels like a compliment to you. almost too much so.

"yeah. i guess." your voice sounds more wobbly than you'd like, but you chalk it up to the fact that he's now pressing his lips down your middle, all the way down to your core. "hey, i'm ticklish."

"i know." he kisses your belly button, and you smile in spite of yourself. "you smell good, by the way."

"it's your forty dollar body wash," you remind him.

"damn right it is." you feel his breath fan over your thighs, and your stomach flips with anticipation. "legs over my shoulders. you know the drill."

"you don't have to do this, you know," you say, before immediately regretting it. you have a spectacular knack of self-sabotage, which you think seungcheol knows by this point. "you've been really nice to me."

"am i not allowed to like being nice to you?" seungcheol jokes. "would you prefer me to be mean?"

"no," you laugh. you don't know how to ask what he meant. what made yesterday and today so different? it feels like you're on the edge of something, coming close to what you could only describe as more than casual affection, more than desire. "go back to being nice. forget i said anything."

you put your legs over his shoulders, like he asked. one good orgasm wouldn't solve the ex problem or this new seungcheol problem you are starting to discover, but it sure would help you think more clearly.

his lips are soft on you. he has none of the urgency or greed of yesterday; instead, he takes his time with you. his mouth skims over your inner thighs, lightly, drawing out all the breath from your lungs. you make a small noise of impatience, and you feel the stretch of his grin against you.

before you have a second chance to complain, you feel the heat of his open mouth over your cunt, as to drink your taste up. then his tongue, warm, insistent, on your clit, circling it before he sucks.

"o-oh, fuck," you whine, voice muffled by the back of your hand. it feels too early to be loud, and you're already embarrassed by how sensitive you are.

"don't text him back," seungcheol says. he's replaced his mouth with two fingers, now leisurely teasing you at your entrance.

"don't worry--" you manage to say this before he crooks the pads of his fingers into you, right at your sweet spot, and the words are stolen from you. "--about him."

"i'm serious." he laps at your cunt, and with his fingers still buried in you, the feeling makes you dizzy. "did he ever make you feel like this?"

"n-no," you whine, now with your palm shoved right against your mouth. he's added a third finger now, and the stretch is so good, you're going cross-eyed. "never ate me out."

"what?" you hear him tsk between your thighs as his fingers still. "he's missing out."

it's then that seungcheol must have resolved to give you the best head of your life, because you think you black out after that point.

his lips return to your clit, and the pleasure is so startling, you can feel your thighs squeeze shut around his head. unfazed, he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your hole, still fluttering, unused to the size.

"close, 'm so close," you mewl, hips now lifted to chase his tongue. he indulges you, gives you the flat of the muscle to grind against as he stuffs you full.

your other hand finds his hair, and it only takes a moment, a slight pull, for him to moan into your heat--the sound breaks something inside you, and you're gasping, crying out with your high. by now, there are marks from your teeth in your palm, but something about the sting only makes the feeling better.

seungcheol stays sealed to your cunt, removing his fingers only to replace them with his mouth, eager to taste you. he lingers until you're shaking and whimpering, spent from your orgasm and too sensitive to endure another.

he looks up at you, swollen lips and bedhead made worse, and a surge of affection overtakes you.

"kiss me," you tell him, and he does.

it's long, and it's slow, not even close to any of the ones you've had before. you wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and he sighs. you don't think he's ever done that before.

when he pulls back to look at you, it feels as though the air has changed. there are words pushing at your lips. this isn't casual anymore. it can't be, not with what just happened.

yeah, the sex is good, but the first thing you thought of this morning wasn't you or your saturday plans or how to endure the dismay of your entire friend group, it was about him. if didn't count for something, you don't know what did.

"seungcheol, i--" you pause. his eyes are so brown, it's distracting you, and you start to second guess yourself.

"is it about your ex?" he interrupts. "if he asked you to get back with him, would you?"

it's not his question, but his insistence that takes you by surprise.

"n-no." you watch his gaze flicker at your hesitance, and you don't like it. "no, i wouldn't."

"good, because--" he pauses, seeming to gather his thoughts. you try to read his expression, but he can't even meet your eyes right now. "look, i know i haven't had the best track record with dating. i don't even think i know how to date."

"what are you saying?" you ask softly. there's a part of your heart that feels like it's peeling itself back, in a good way.

"i'm saying i want to try." and when you still look confused, he continues. "dating you. if you'd let me."

against all odds, past all the swirling, terrible emotions in your chest, there's a bright surge of relief, of joy. the last time you saw him look so vulnerable was when he reached into his oven to pull out a tray of cookies and burned his hand because he forgot a glove. maybe this whole thing would crash and burn, but you like him enough (honestly more than enough) to try with him.

so you smile, and you watch him frown and pout and look unbearably terrified, and you smile harder.

"ok," you say, playfully feigning indifference. "you can try."

instead of replying, he kisses you again, and it's even better than the first one.

when you finally head out that morning, there's a lightness in your chest.

in the doorway, seungcheol pecks the top of your head before showing you his phone. "which emoji do you want?" he asks, completely seriously. "i want the blue heart."

you pull out your phone to find his contact, which still shows his plain number, just like old times.

"i'm unsaved?!" his jaw drops open like he's animated, and you laugh.

"gotta go," you tease. "see you later."

it's only in the uber home (that he called for you, of course), where you finally put in his real, government name, for the first time. finally, it feels a little more right.

choi seungcheol, it reads. with the blue heart.

#author: husbandhoshi #group: svt #member: csc #genre: smut #type: one shot

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years ago

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Good To Me

pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader (brief mentions of bff!Seungkwan and housemate!Mingyu)

genre: fluff, smut, a teeny tiny bit of comedy

warnings: a lot of flirting, sexual tension, soft dom!Wonwoo, use of restraints (his hands duh), dirty talk, praise, oral sex (f rec), edging, unprotected sex (stay safe hoes), creampie, god-tier aftercare, domestic stuff in the end and a teeny tiny bit of jealous wonu

Continuation of Good To Us

word count: 5k

summary: After your mind-blowing night with Wonwoo and Mingyu, you leave your number behind, with the hopes the right man will find it.... and he does. What happens next....well, it exceeds your expectations.

Author’s note: gosh it took SO long to finish this, hope it will live up to the expectations!!

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“No. Fucking. Way” your friend looks at you with a baffled expression.

“Well… it happened” you shrug with a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

“Oh my God, I’m actually glad I never appeared in the bar”

“Seriously now, Kwan?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“Girl, you got dick and you’re still salty over me?”

“Technically, it was two dicks-”

“That’s double the reason to not be salty!!” Seungkwan protests loudly, successfully attracting the attention of people sitting at nearby tables.

“Is it so hard for you to keep it down?!” you whisper-yell at your friend.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not being used to my best friend getting dicked down by two men at the same time!” Seungkwan retorts and you grumble, sitting back in your chair, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

A moment of silence passes, until he breaks it.

“So….are you planning on seeing them again?” he takes a sip from the straw of his iced americano,

“I don’t know, it was probably a one-time thing…” you twirl your thumbs together, trying to hide your face from your friend.

“Mh-hm, yeah, a one-time thing…” Seungkwan nods with a sarcastic tone, the little voice in his head practically screaming “Y/N will get dick again!!”. You raise your head and glare at him, but he merely rolls his eyes at you.

“Seungkwan…”

“Can you at least show me a picture of them? They gotta have an Instagram account or something”

“We just talked for a few minutes, we didn’t exchange socials” you huff and open your phone, in a futile attempt to check your socials, until a notification in your Instagram account catches your attention and makes your eyes widen in surprise.

jeon_ww has started following you.

“Um…. Kwan?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I think I can show you a picture of one of the guys” you scratch your cheek and he swiftly snatches the device out of your hand, leaving you speechless.

“What are you-”

“Shhh! I’m researching now, shut up” he stops you with his raised pointer, shamelessly scrolling through your own phone.

“Mmhm, aha…..Yes, you’re definitely gonna see mister….Jeon Wonwoo soon” Seungkwan states as a matter of fact and smirks triumphantly.

“Oh really? And how do you know that?” you reply with a mockery of his previous tone. “Apparently, he found the little piece of paper with YOUR NUMBER on it in his shared apartment” he gives you your phone back in the most dramatic way possible and your eyes scan the direct messages Wonwoo sent you:

jeon_ww: hey there :)

jeon_ww: um, i usually don’t do this with girls i’ve only met once

jeon_ww: but i found the piece of paper with your number on it and kept it, hoping it was meant for me

jeon_ww: sorry if i’m being intrusive, i just didn’t know if it was right to call you right off the bat yk?

Oh my God, why is he so fucking cute and considerate, what the fuck what the fuck what the fu-

“Heeey! I’m talking to you!” Seungkwan snaps his fingers in front of your face to get your attention.

“Eh? What is it?”

“Oh my God, stop acting like a lovestruck fool in public, you’re embarrassing me” he blocks his sight with his hand.

“I’m not acting like a lovestruck fool!” you whine in protest.

“Yeah, whatever”

“Will you just let me answer in peace? Thank you” you try to ignore him and return to your phone, typing out an answer.

check_yn: hi wonwoo :)

check_yn: um, well…that’s exactly why i left that note yk? so you could call me….

“Damn, pretty straightforward of you, Y/N” Seungkwan mutters and you shush him, your beverages long forgotten.

jeon_ww: i know, i’m sorry about that

jeon_ww: is it too late to make it up to you?

check_yn: hmm depends on what you have in mind

jeon_ww: you. me. dinner. fancy restaurant.

jeon_ww: my treat ofc

“Wow that’s a gentleman right there” Seungkwan admits with a low whistle and you throw him a glare, making him shut up.

check_yn: tempting offer i must say

check_yn: can’t bring myself to refuse

“Just say you wanna jump his bones- okay fine I’ll shut up!”

jeon_ww: is that a yes?

check_yn: it most certainly is

jeon_ww: perfect. how does saturday night at 8 sound?

check_yn: it sounds perfect to me!

jeon_ww: wonderful. i’ll see you then, pretty

You close your phone, looking at Seungkwan with a flushed face, a knowing smile resting on his face.

--a few days ago--

“Gyu? Are you home?” Wonwoo closes the door behind him, looking around the house to check whether his friend is home. “Hm, that’s weird, he’s usually home that time”, he mutters to himself and shrugs right after, taking off his jacket and shoes. It doesn’t take him long to go into his room and change into comfier clothes, his round specs resting on the bridge of his nose.

He passes by the kitchen, searching the fridge for anything interesting to bite on, when he notices a small piece of paper on the table in front of the couch, closing the fridge and making his way to the living room. He picks it up, making himself comfortable on the cushions, as he reads the content of the note, with a partially amused and partially surprised smile.

“It was lovely last night and the food was terrific, exactly what I needed to give me strength. Oh, and the dress is beautiful. You have excellent taste.

-y/n

p.s: here’s my number…just in case ;)”

“Would you look at that” Wonwoo licks the corner of his lips, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. His mind runs back to the night he spent with you and Mingyu, but a small pang of jealousy in his heart reminds him that he had to share you that night.

And despite having a housemate for nearly a year, Wonwoo is actually terrible at sharing.

The familiar sound of the door lock clicking open alerts him and he shoves the piece of paper in the pocket of his sweats, just in time before Mingyu enters the house.

“Oh hey there, thought you’d return later” the younger man greets Wonwoo, the latter trying his best to act normal.

“Oh, well, the shoot ended sooner than I thought so here I am!” Mingyu grins, “I didn’t bring food, though - Want me to whip up something quick?” he takes off his jacket and shoes, carefully setting his equipment down.

“Can’t refuse your cooking, you know that” Wonwoo laughs, “Didn’t really eat at work either, sooo”

“Hyung! I told you to not skip meals!”

“You make it sound like I’m a kid or something, Gyu”

“You behave like one sometimes” the younger man sighs, making his way to the kitchen, preparing the necessary ingredients for a meal.

“Yeah, sure” Wonwoo scoffs and he turns around, carefully sliding the piece of paper out of his pocket, swiftly saving your number in his phone, before Mingyu notices.

“What’s that in your hand, hyung?”

Shit.

“What are you talking about?” Wonwoo tries to brush it off, but he fails miserably.

“I’m talking about the paper in your hand!” he points at said piece.

“O-Oh, this! It’s the phone number of a client, I didn’t have time to search them while I was at work, so I just scribbled down their name” he comes up with a quick lie, letting out a small huff when Mingyu nonchalantly replies, going back to cooking,

So fucking close, God, Wonwoo closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. But at least now it’s certain he has your number and Mingyu will never see it.

Now all he needs is to find your socials.

Wonwoo is waiting right outside the restaurant, digging his hands in his pockets to keep them warm - and somehow stop himself from fidgeting. He has checked the time on his watch at least twice within five minutes, wondering if you’ll actually show up and not ditch- No, there’s no way you’d do that, he thinks, trying to shake off any bad thoughts.

It’s been a long time since he last went out on a proper date (that night doesn’t count obviously)

“Well, well...Who would have thought I'd actually see you again”, you chuckle when you meet Wonwoo's eyes. “Oh? I thought you left that little note for me?”, he raises his eyebrow playfully.

“I left it as a 'thank you' to the both of you. What would happen with my number was completely out of my hand” you feign innocence and a deep chuckle erupts from his chest.

“Good thing I found it first then” he admits, “After you, my lady” he opens the door of the restaurant for you and you enter the restaurant, Wonwoo following suit.

“Good evening, sir, madam” the receptionist greets the both of you politely.

“Hello, we have a reservation under the name Jeon Wonwoo. Table for two” he says.

“I see it right...here. Follow me this way, please” the receptionist checks the book and you follow her to the neatly set table. “Enjoy your night” she says before leaving.

“This looks beautiful” you say, stunned as you unbutton your coat and Wonwoo's eyes fixate on your dress - the dress he bought you after that night.

“I knew you'd love this place. And I knew you'd look beautiful in this” he chuckles as soon as he takes a better look at you, “Here, lemme take this off for you” he comes behind you and slides the coat off your shoulders, pulling the chair behind you to sit down - such a gentleman.

“I wonder if it's the only thing you'll take off me tonight” you tease him with a sultry smile. He sits down, pulling his chair closer towards you, resting his elbows, the sleeves of his turtleneck rolled up, his forearms exposed.

“That depends, my dear Y/N”

“On what, sir Jeon?” you retort, purring the title and a chill runs down Wonwoo's spine, but he's too prideful to show he's affected by your words. Instead, he licks the corner of his lip, not breaking eye contact with you.

“On how much I'll make you laugh, sweetheart”

And he does.

You swear you haven’t stopped laughing ever since you sat on the table, sharing story after story about the perks and perils of having a housemate like Mingyu (“If he wasn’t such a good cook, I would have kicked him out within the first three months”), or a friend like Seungkwan (“He reposted a story of mine once and wrote ‘Why am I still your friend’ with a rolling eyes emoji! My mom literally called me the next day and asked me if I fought with him, literally!”).

The hours pass in a blur - you don’t know when you left the restaurant, took a cab to your place (it was a quick decision - Wonwoo didn’t want to risk bumping into Mingyu this time) and entered your apartment.

The ride back home didn’t last long, but to the two of you, it felt excruciatingly slow. You were exchanging needy glances with Wonwoo, struggling to keep your hands to yourselves, resorting to just holding hands in the cab, trying to suppress your giggles and sneaky grins.

As soon as Wonwoo paid for the cab (yes, he insisted on doing so) and you closed the door behind you, his hands and lips were immediately on yours, almost pinning you to the heavy wooden door, letting out all the tension and need that had built up throughout the night.

Both of you haphazardly take off your shoes and coats, barely hanging them properly.

“Bedroom?”

“Yes please?” you breathe out and he picks you up, carrying you all the way to the bedroom, mentally applauding yourself for cleaning up in the morning.

Entering the room, you tap Wonwoo’s shoulders and he gets the message, gently putting you down on your feet, his gaze intense on you, the pads of his fingers tracing your shoulder blades and the straps of your dress.

“Should I take this off from you, sweetheart?”, he tugs at the straps, patiently waiting for your answer. “Thought you’d never ask”, you grin and Wonwoo grins back, effortlessly spinning you around, his hands carefully pulling down the zipper and exposing your naked back. You sigh in content once you feel his lips pepper kisses along your shoulders and your spine, biting down on your bottom lip to not let any sound slip away.

“You don’t have to be shy with me, y’know”, he whispers in your ear, hands tracing mindless shapes on your navel, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. “You’re making it hard, y’know”, you turn around to face him, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as you realize you’re nearly naked, all while Wonwoo was fully dressed. “Really? Wanna tell me why?”, he runs his fingers from your waist, all the way up to your neck, fighting the urge to touch your chest without your permission.

"First of all, you're fully dressed and I'm nearly naked", you state and put your hands on his covered chest, "I think we should change that". "I couldn't agree more, sweetheart, this turtleneck has never felt more suffocating before", he huffs and you're impatiently unbuckling his belt, your fingers tugging at the soft material, his own hands helping to take it off completely.

"I know this isn't the first time I see your chest, but fuck, you're so sexy", you half moan and start pushing Wonwoo towards the bed, making him fall on the mattress softly, wasting zero time to climb in his lap and let your hands wander over his toned pecs. "Why, thank you, sweethe- oh fuck", he groans mid-sentence as he feels your tongue flatten out on his neck, licking his skin from his collarbones up to his jawline, your lips occasionally sucking on the soft flesh.

“God, aren’t you a hungry one” he hisses when you graze your teeth over his jugular, your fingers dancing over his nipples, hoping you’d take control this time, “You’re wandering on dangerous territory, baby” he lowers his tone in an attempt to put you in your place.

“You’re right in my hands and you think I won’t grasp the chance to explore your body? Don’t be ridiculous” you chuckle but it is short-lived, as Wonwoo grips your wrists and turns you both around, your back touching the mattress within milliseconds.

“You had your fun, baby” he traps your hands above your head, “Now it’s my turn”, he leans down and starts kissing down your neck, one hand holding your wrists in place, the other trailing from your tummy to cup your breast.

“So fucking pretty” he breathes on your skin, his tongue darting out to lick your nipple, his lips wrapping around your bud to suck it.

“Oh shit…”, you whine, arching your back off the bed, “Fuck, this feels so good” your eyes flutter dangerously, as Wonwoo rolls your other nipple between his fingers, just enough to inflict a barely painful, but quite pleasurable sting.

“Baby, I’m barely doing anything and you’re already so needy?” he chuckles on your skin.

“N-Not my fault your mouth feels so good” you half moan, “Can’t even think about how good you’d be at oral” and Wonwoo stops all movements at once.

“Is that so, darling?” he looks you right in the eye, letting your wrists go, “And here I thought you had a vivid imagination”, he tuts in disapproval.

“I was thinking about letting you show me?” you playfully ask and a cheshire cat smirk plays on his lips, wordlessly threading his fingers on your panties and sliding them down your legs.

“I’ll let you off the hook this time, since you’re being so nice tonight” Wonwoo smooths his palms over the back of your thighs, pushing them apart to reveal your quite soaked core, a barely audible groan rumbling through his chest.

“I will fucking devour you” he dives his head between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he slides his tongue between your folds, all the way from your entrance to your clit, paying extra attention to it by teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it playfully with his lips afterwards.

“Pull my hair if you want to, love”

“Are you trying to tell me you won’t go easy on me?”

“I think I was clear enough when I said I’ll fucking devour you” Wonwoo chuckles, resuming his ritual on your pussy, a bit more eager than before, judging from the way you’re moaning and arching your back off the mattress. His hands are caressing your skin, making their way towards your chest, a whine escaping your mouth when they reach your breasts, his fingers toying with your nipples.

“W-Wonu, shit…” you mewl his name, your hand creeping onto the base of his hair, starting to tug at the soft locks when your lover dips his tongue in your entrance, fucking it greedily as his hands squeeze your tits, the bridge of his nose gliding against your clit.

“Do you want me to make you cum, love?” Wonwoo purrs against your pussy, hands reaching down to hold your waist. You look down between your legs, your pussy gushing when you see his messed up hair, lips, nose and chin covered in your slick.

“Please, Wonwoo, please!” you beg him, hips almost bucking in his face, but he pins you down, lifting himself and wiping his face with his forearm.

“I will. But I’d rather do it with my cock” he grins, discarding his pants and boxers, cock painfully hard and heavy in his hand.

“Then do it already!” you whine, almost thrashing on the bed.

“Condom?”

“Fuck me raw, Woo, I’m clean”

“As you wish, love” he bends down, softly kissing you before aligning his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing in, without wanting to hurt you.

The stretch isn’t unfamiliar, but there is an initial sting - your pussy feels so full, full of Wonwoo’s cock, your mind spinning from arousal. He knows it’s a bit uncomfortable, but he gives you the time you need to accommodate to his size - all while trying to distract you with kisses all over your neck and jaw, his hands holding your waist and back tenderly.

“When you’re ready to move, tell me” Wonwoo whispers in your ear.

“Please move, Wonu, I need you to move” you plead and he nods, raking his hands on yours, keeping them trapped beside your head, swiftly rolling his hips between your legs. The first few thrusts have that dull sting, but that sting molds into mind numbing pleasure, your walls stretched out and hugging his shaft perfectly.

“God, you feel so perfect around me, fuck” Wonwoo moans in your ear, his thrusts unfaltering and powerful, his toned body pressed against yours, feeling every single curve of his chiseled torso on you.

“You’re so damn good at t-this, fucking me so well” you mirror his moans, fingers threading with his, nails starting to dig on the skin of his hands.

“If you keep gripping me like that, I won’t last long, Y/N”

“Who says that’s a problem?”

“Do you want me to embarrass myself with just one round or you’re craving my cum that much?” he raises his brow teasingly, jutting his hips a bit more forcefully this time, eliciting a louder moan from you, effectively hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“You caught me - I want you to fill me up to the brim, baby” you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart” Wonwoo smirks and straightens up, letting your hands and gripping your waist, kneeling on the mattress to lift your hips, just enough to hit deeper than before. He pulls out until it’s just the tip is in you and plows back in your cunt, using the grip on your waist as leverage to fuck you harder.

The way he’s fucking you now reminds you of how he fucked you that night with Mingyu - but it’s way more intimate now, it’s only him now.

You’re about to open your mouth, but everything goes blank, your body starts convulsing, pussy clenching violently around Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing him tight and cumming hard around him.

“Oh fuck, f-fuck!” he keels over you, fisting the pillow behind your head as he delivers a few strong thrusts, cumming a few seconds later, filling you up with his warm cum to the brim.

You’re still shaking underneath him, your hands gripping his back, raking your nails on him while trying your best to calm down from your intense orgasm. Wonwoo is kissing your cheeks to help you relax, remaining inside you until he’s soft enough to slip out of you.

“I’ll be back in a few, love, don’t move, I’ll clean you up, I promise” he mutters in your ear, petting your hair and you nod, letting him get up.

He returns to the room a few minutes later, with a glass full of water and a towel.

“Here, drink this” he hands you the glass and you down it in one go, almost dropping it with a yelp when you feel the warm towel swipe away the remnants of your orgasm and Wonwoo’s cum dripping from your hole.

“Hey, give me a warning before doing stuff!” you slap his shoulder, “You’re so lucky I drank all of the water”

“Or else?”

“Or else I would have splashed it on you” you grumble.

“Ooh, so scary” he mocks you with a giggle and he laughs even harder when you cross your arms in front of your chest, a pout resting on your lips.

“Will you let me clean you up properly now?” he asks with a sweet tone and you relax your body, letting him do as he said.

“You’re being way too good to me” you speak up, wincing ever so slightly when the towel touches the more sensitive parts of your body.

“Why wouldn’t I be good to you?” Wonwoo raises his brow in question.

“I don’t know, it’s not like everyone does the whole aftercare thing when sex ends” you state, scratching your cheek.

“Well, I’m not like everyone else, sweetheart” he replies with a serious tone.

“So you do this to every single woman you sleep with?” you try to tease him, but he’s having none of it.

“I used to. But I haven’t done it in a long time - Not because I lost my decency, though”

“Then why did you stop?” you ask him as he finishes up with cleaning your body.

“Because it’s been a long time since I last slept with someone” he admits, looking you straight in the eye.

“Oh” you simply reply, “Well, I….I didn’t see that coming” you drop the teasing tone and opt to curl your arms around your knees out of embarrassment.

“Hey, hey” Wonwoo gently stretches your legs again, “It’s okay, you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything” he rubs your skin soothingly, laying next to you.

“Um, well, if you say so” you lay your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your torso.

A beat of silence passes.

“Hey, Wonwoo?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you awake?”

“Since I’m replying to you, I think I am” he chuckles and you roll your eyes at his reaction, “I suppose you wanna talk?” he asks you this time.

“Do you mind?” you shift in his arms, your hand mindlessly caressing Wonwoo’s arm and he turns his head towards you, smiling softly.

“We were talking all night long, why would I want to stop now?”

“Okay then” you exhale and Wonwoo lets out a breathy laugh.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“It’s really funny and baffling at the same time”

“What exactly?”

“You’re so shy right now, despite being so talkative and cheeky all night….It’s kinda cute”

“S-Shut up…”

“Oh? But I thought you wanted me to talk to you?” he cheekily retorts and you whine, hiding your face behind your hands.

He then shifts under the sheets, his hands gently grasping your wrists and pulling them away, revealing your face again. “Hey there”, he smiles at you and you snort, letting out a very awkward yet loud laugh you were holding back the past minutes. “There you go”, Wonwoo states in a very loving manner and you suddenly stop, cheeks heating up when your eyes stare directly into his, realizing the amount of intimacy this moment holds.

“Is it a really bad moment to say that I like that side of yours better?” you mutter under your breath.

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo looks at you with a bewildered expression, “I’m genuinely curious”

“Last time we met, you were more…. how do I put this…”

“Rough?” you search for the right words, but he completes the sentence for you instead.

“Well….yeah, pretty much. Not that I didn’t like it or something - on the contrary, I absolutely loved it and you were hot as fuck when you did that thing to Mingyu-”

“Y/N, you’re rambling again”

“Oh” you realize and stop, metally cursing at yourself for getting carried away. Again.

“It’s okay though. And I get what you mean” Wonwoo supports his body on his forearms, trying not to press his entire weight on you, “Let’s say it’s my way of….asserting dominance” he admits.

“I see….So you wanted to put your friend in his place and show him who’s the boss?” you rest your arms on his shoulders, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Exactly. Aren’t you a smart one, huh?” a smug smirk resting on his handsome face.

“Do I sense a jealous streak here, mister Jeon?”

“Honey, let’s be real here - as much as I love my best friend, he wouldn’t be able to give you what you really want” he lowers his head towards your lips, merely a breath away from yours. Your heart is racing like an F1 car approaching the finishing line, ready to take the first place - but the car is your lips and Wonwoo’s are the prize.

Except he crooks his neck to the side and he kisses the corner of your lips, shifting to his side and wrapping his arm around your midriff, pulling you flush to his chest.

“Go to sleep, baby”.

You sleepily stretch your arm on the mattress, hoping it would fall on Wonwoo’s body, but it ends up falling flat on the side that was supposed to be filled with said man, only to find it completely empty. You swish your hand around for a second and turn your body around to confirm with your own eyes that Wonwoo is indeed gone.

Shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, you think and sigh in disappointment and get out of the bed, searching in your closet for something comfy to wear, settling with your favorite blue hoodie, not bothering to wear pants underneath - since you’re home alone.

Except you never saw Wonwoo’s turtleneck hanging on the edge of the bed and you’re caught by surprise when you walk into the kitchen and see the man himself brewing morning coffee, with two mugs resting on the counter. And he’s shirtless. With lots of scratch marks on his back. And you’re standing like a deer caught in headlights because five seconds ago you were mentally calling him an asshole for leaving your bed and supposedly your house-

“How long have you been standing there?” Wonwoo asks you with his back still facing you and your trail of thoughts is cut short.

“How did you know I was here?” you ask back and make your way to the counter, sitting down with a low hiss.

“I could smell your perfume - it’s hard to miss it, you know” he turns around and briefly looks at your (incomplete attire) before passing you the mug.

“Did you just...check me out?” you narrow your eyes at him with a small smirk.

“As if your eyes weren’t glued on my back when you walked into the kitchen” Wonwoo retorts and the tips of your ears turn red.

“I’m sorry for not expecting you to be here!”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” he raises his eyebrow and you take a sip of the coffee, trying to think of a good answer.

“Y/N, I’m not the type of guy who fucks and disappears the morning after” he adds before you’re about to reply.

“I know, you said that last night too” you remind him and he drinks a bit of his coffee, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I’m surprised you do”

“I’m a very attentive listener, Wonwoo”

“I’m not doubting your hearing skills, sweetheart”

“Then what?”

“I’m surprised you’re able to remember anything after how loud you were last night” he chuckles and you swat your bare leg at his thigh.

“Now you sound like Mingyu” you roll your eyes and Wonwoo grabs your leg, bringing you closer to him and he lifts you from your chair, placing you to his lap.

“Tell me, Y/N - was it Mingyu who made you laugh so much last night?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmm, let me think...Nope” you tease him and he smirks, leaning under your jaw, lips barely ghosting your skin.

“Was it Mingyu who made you moan until you couldn’t think straight?” he rubs your thighs.

“Wonwoo...” you breathe out and let out an airy moan when you feel him suck that sensitive spot on your neck.

“I’m still waiting for an answer, sweetheart~”

“Shut up, it was all you” you whine in his lap and he laughs

“You’re so damn cute, Y/N” he presses a soft kiss on your cheek and you wrap your hands around his torso, pressing your palms on his back and he groans lightly.

“Careful, sweetheart, they’re still fresh”

“Sorry” you mutter with an embarrassed smile.

“Don’t be”

“But-” he shuts you up with a kiss and you can feel him smiling.

“Drink your coffee, it’ll go cold.”

#svthub #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt smut #svt fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen #sheesh this took way too long to be posted

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years ago

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half past five high - chapter 5 (beginning of the end)

pairing: joshua x fem!reader || mingyu x fem!reader (ft. a brief appearance of jeonghan)

genre: angst, smut. minors dni.

warnings: heartbreak, arguments, making out, biting, hair pulling, dry humping, cursing, toxic relationship, slapping, infidelity, drama, slutshaming

word count: ~1.9k

summary: it’s all fun and games until everything comes crashing down like a tower made of paper cards.

Author’s note: yes it has returned from the war - huge thank you to @himbocoups (“if I were him i'd send that giant block of steel flying straight at yn”), @flowerwonu (”bro i wouldnt even give myself a second chance”), @playmetheclassics (”i mean, its hard to think with anything else when its mingyu”) and @dkakapizzaboy (”Can you write me as a character and I can be Shua’s new love interest because I love him and I’m crying”) for proofreading and reviewing this chapter 💕

series taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @billboard-singer @gaebestie @aurumness@xrubyrosesx @lovelyhan @himbocoups @playmetheclassics @dkakapizzaboy

unable to tag: @jaeyux @chwebychew

Your nerves are still buzzing, the mess that Mingyu created last night has fully gotten to your head and it isn’t coming out of your system any time soon.

Your hands are deeply threaded in your hair as you tug at the roots in frustration, anxiously pacing in the room.

God, you hated this, you hated Mingyu, you hated yourself, you hated everything.

An apocalypse could happen around you, but you would still ignore everything because right now, your mind revolves around Kim Mingyu.

You can’t even remember that your phone is still downstairs, on the garden table, to be specific - where Joshua is still enjoying his breakfast, trying to organize his schedule.

He takes a sip of his coffee, when your phone buzzes repeatedly as your Instagram notifications go off.

Joshua is always mindful of privacy and he has absolute faith in you - but seeing Mingyu’s Instagram handle pop up on your screen makes his skin itch.

His curiosity and newfound insecurity get the better of him and he unlocks your phone (putting his birthday as your password isn’t always the best idea), checking your conversations with Mingyu.

mingyu_k: you’re a damn bitch y/n

mingyu_k: this is all ur fault

mingyu_k: ditching me for a pretty boy and a pretty ring

He makes the mistake of scrolling upwards, reading some of the messages Mingyu has sent you in the past, the majority of them vulgar and depraved, expressing his primal urges - sometimes with nudes.

To his dismay, he sees a lot of your pictures, some dressed ones and some nudes, often reciprocating Mingyu’s whore tendencies.

He closes Instagram, setting the phone down and he runs his hands over his face, gripping his nape. His eyes are wide and his breathing is getting quicker and unsteady, panic overcoming his senses.

He doesn’t remember when was the last time he felt like that - utterly betrayed, scorned and mad as fuck.

You, his precious angel, his beautiful girl, cheating on him with the one person he hates the most.

And he finds out right after proposing to you.

God, he feels so fucking stupid.

He hears your quick footsteps from the stairs and he tries to compose himself when you appear within his field of vision again.

"Where are you off to?" He asks, noticing you have already changed into some sweats and a pair of sneakers.

"I…need to settle some business from…yesterday," you mutter, picking your phone and putting it in your purse, the keys of your car tight in your hand.

"Y/N?" Joshua calls you before opening the door to leave.

"Yeah?"

A beat of silence.

"Hope you'll have a good day, angel."

You just nod with a strained smile, closing the door behind you and you rush to your car, revving up the engine to drive away, your destination - Mingyu's apartment.

“Do you have any fucking idea of what you did last night or do I have to come over and punch some goddamn sense into your pretty head?”

“I would appreciate it if you could not scream into my ear first thing in the morning,” Mingyu groans, rubbing his forehead, the alcohol in his system still in effect.

“Oh, I’m sorry for causing his Majesty a headache because he’s a pro shit stirrer!” Jeonghan angrily yells into the phone.

“Okay fine, stop yelling! Just…tell me what happened already!” Mingyu whines, pouring himself a glass of water.

“What happened is that the ladies you picked up from the club last night are all over the fucking internet, whoring out with YOU in YOUR house and MY club and the place is now swarming with goddamn paparazzis!”

“Wait- what?”

“You fucking heard me!” Jeonghan barks, “You better get your ass over here and clean up the mess you and your dick have made before I call my lawyer!”

“Fuck, hyung, just- give me a goddamn minute!” Mingyu yells from the other end of the line while trying to put on a pair of sweats and answer the furiously ringing doorbell.

“Shit- coming!” He rushes to the door and opens it in a haste. His expression turns stone cold when he sees you standing right on his doorstep.

“Jeonghan hyung, I gotta go,” he merely responds on the phone and blatantly ignores the older man spitting curses, ending the call and sliding his phone in the pocket of his sweats.

“Seems like everyone is scheming to push trouble towards me today,” he comments, irony laced in his voice.

“Not really needed, since you’re the firstborn of trouble!” you spit back, slamming the door shut as you walk into the apartment.

“Hey, that’s my door and my fucking apartment, so watch it!” he growls at you.

“Or what? What are you gonna do about it, Mingyu? Yell at me some more and then go cause more trouble and bring more people into it? Because you excel in it!” you sneer.

Mingyu grips your arms and pushes you back on the heavy door, his eyes seething with rage.

“At least I’m not fucking around with people and deciding to put a ring on my hand when things get boring all of a sudden.”

“How dare you?!” You yell right into his face, but he slams his lips on yours to shut you up. He tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth and you whine as you try to wiggle your arms out of his iron-like grip.

“I’ve told you before - We’re made of the same shitty material, darling.”

“But you’re way more fucked up than I am,” You slide one of your arms out of his hand and thread it into his hair, forcefully yanking his head back.

“Not the case anymore, love,” Mingyu chuckles dryly, “I’m just here to fuck around - You’re the real homewrecker in this little game.”

He runs his teeth over your slightly exposed shoulder and bites down on your soft skin, his sharp canines leaving two very visible dents behind.

Him and his fucking teeth, you moan and Mingyu takes it as a green light to rub himself all over your crotch. You can feel the outline of his cock through his sweats right on top of your cunt and you swear your sanity is already starting to slip away.

“Always so fucking pliant and weak for me,” He licks over the spot, “Ready to drop everyone and everything for me, even if you’re not my first choice.”

Your breath is hitched in your throat as you realize the meaning of his words and you pull yourself away from him, slapping him across his face.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you scream at his face, “You think this is all a game to you, huh?!”

“Who are you to judge?!” He yells back, “You had every single ounce of strength to ignore me but you decided to think with your pussy instead of your brain!”

He slams his hand on the door right next to your face, making you flinch.

“Just because you let me in your pants doesn’t mean I’m the one controlling them,” He firmly states and you push his hand away, turning on your heel to leave his apartment in a rush.

Your feet carry you all the way down to the entrance of the apartment block and you get into the car, slamming the door shut.

You let your pent up feelings get the better of you and you scream on top of your lungs, repeatedly hitting the steering wheel.

“God, I’m such a fucking loser.”

You close the door behind you, sliding down on the tiled floor, tears freely staining your face.

You feel stupid - You thought you could have played with Mingyu and you actually thought you could win this game.

Well fucking joke’s on you.

“You’re back.” Joshua’s voice snaps you out of it and you get up from the floor, walking towards the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, his steel suitcase right next to him.

“Josh? What is this?” You wipe your face, glancing towards the suitcase, “A-Are you leaving on a trip?”

“The truth is.” He clears his throat, “I never really left, Y/N. I was always here - even if not physically, you were always in my mind, we were always in my mind.”

“I d-don’t understand-”

“Why were you at his house?”

You freeze.

“What? What are you talking-”

“Please, for the love of God, Y/N - Just don’t play dumb with me,” his tone is sour and upset, stabbing you like a well-sharpened knife.

“I….I’m-” You open up your mouth, but you feel your words die down in your throat when you feel his hand brush your hair back to reveal the teeth marks left by Mingyu, a small scoff echoing from his lips.

“....How long?”

“Joshua…”

“I said…How long?” Joshua repeats the question, a bit louder this time.

“.....Since Paris.” you admit and he steps away, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Are you fucking serious, Y/N? Him?”

“Shua, it was a mistake-”

“Something that happens repeatedly isn’t a mistake anymore, it’s a choice,” he retorts sternly, visibly struggling to keep his temper in check.

A beat of silence passes and you swallow thickly, a fresh stream of tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You know…It's really ironic how you've been lying right into my face like that, but for some sick and twisted reason, I still want to fight for this relationship, the time we spent together, Y/N.....I just love you so fucking much that it sickens me to know you fuck that damn manwhore - God, he doesn't even know what love is-"

"Maybe he wasn't given the chance to l-"

"So you decided to be that chance? You really thought you could teach that arrogant, selfish, destructive asshole how to love - right in this damn house, OUR house?"

"Joshua, I-"

"I honestly don't know who's the more stupid out the two of us, Y/N. I really don’t." Joshua cuts you off, “All I know is that I hate myself for not realizing sooner.”

“Joshie, wait!” You move from your spot when you see him grabbing his suitcase, ready to walk out of the door.

“For how long, Y/N? I’ve waited for so damn long already,” he replies nonchalantly, his words utterly devoid of emotions.

“I can still fix this, we can talk this out - I just…Just give me a chance and I promise you, I will fix everything!” you plead, your hands holding his wrist, tears welling up in your eyes again.

“That’s exactly the problem, Y/N - you’re still making this about you. Not us.” He gives you a strained smile and he lets go of your hands, opening the door and stepping out.

“I will stay at a hotel downtown for a few days,” he informs you, “I believe it should be enough time for you to decide what you really want.”

These are the last words he says before closing the door shut behind him.

It feels like the air in the room has turned colder and the walls have gotten gloomier within those split seconds of Joshua leaving, but the realization of his absence hasn’t reached your rational parts of your brain yet.

The emotional ones, however, are wide awake and you wish they weren’t - you wish it was all a bad dream and if you pinch yourself, you’ll just wake up in your king sized bed, right next to Joshua.

But the bad dream is the reality you have to face now - the very one you shaped with your own two hands, unbeknownst to the man you’re supposed to love and cherish.

The fucking irony.

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years ago

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half past five high - Chapter 4 (Troublemaker)

pairing: Joshua x fem!reader, Mingyu x fem!reader (ft. Jeonghan)

genre: minor fluff, angst, rich people!AU, drama, suggestive - minors dni.

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, lying, lots of drama, mingyu is a fucking asshole tbh, social media scandals, mild nudity

word count: ~3.1k

summary: the grand day is here. but so is trouble.

Author's note: drama is finally here! many thanks to @flowerwonu for proofreading this mess <3

series taglist (send an ask to be tagged!): @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @billboard-singer @gaebestie @aurumness @chwebychew

unable to tag: @jaeyux

--Day of the Exhibition--

The exhibition center is packed with staff running around, everyone trying their best to set up the final details for Joshua’s exhibition - and you couldn’t be more anxious about it.

“Liz, have all the invitations been sent out?”

“Yes ma’am, we’re only expecting the guests to arrive during the opening” one of the assistants confirms, doing her best to help you.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you can carry on with the rest” you pat her back, watching her walk away. You sigh audibly, your hands resting on your waist, when you suddenly feel another pair of hands on top of yours, turning your head around to see none other than Joshua resting his chin on your shoulder.

“How is the best PR of the universe doing?”

“She’s trying her best to promote her boyfriend’s hard work” you exhale, looking around the venue, all of the pictures now hanging off the walls, framed and secure.

"I think she's doing a wonderful job" Joshua pecks your cheek, "Try not to exhaust yourself in the process though, love, I want you to be stress-free and enjoy it tonight, okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Shua, I'll be okay" you return the kiss, "Besides, you know I can handle it, right?"

"Never doubted your skills, love" he hugs you closer to his body, "I'll leave you be now"

"See you around, Joshie" you bid him farewell for the time being, focusing on the tasks at hand. You suddenly remember you had forgotten your phone on silent mode and check for any notifications, your expression turning sour when you see a lot of unread messages from Mingyu.

mingyu_k: not you tryna do promo for your prince

mingyu_k: you look cute in the stories I'll give you that

mingyu_k: you'd look cuter with ur pretty lips around my dick tho

"Tch, that bastard…." you curse under your breath. Despite knowing how he texts and speaks when he's with you, it still irks you, especially when you're in such a close proximity to Joshua - let alone the venue for his exhibition.

Part of you wants to reply to him and shut him down, but the urge to completely ignore his messages eventually wins, so you choose to do that, sliding your phone in your pocket.

You do one last check around the space and you nod off to Liz, waving goodbye as you exit the center.

Right before texting Joshua, your phone rings and you check the caller, just a number flashing on the screen - but you know better to decline it, because you're sure as fuck it's Mingyu calling you.

You wave for a cab to take you home, hoping the ride won't be tiring, so you can get enough time to rest before the grand event.

Mingyu feels frustrated. And it's been a long time since he last felt this frustrated.

He knows you're busy, but it's not like you haven't dropped your stuff for him before.

One of the things Mingyu absolutely despises is being treated as a secondary character in his own game.

"The audacity of this bitch" he scoffs, throwing his phone on the couch and moving over to the large windows, enjoying the view of the city, casually sipping on his coffee and preparing for today's schedules.

His phone rings and he smiles when he sees a familiar name on the screen.

"Jeonghan hyung! It's so good to hear you"

"Good morning Mingyu! How's your morning going, model boy?"

"It's…hectic, I gotta admit"

"Busy schedules?"

"Yeah, got a LV photoshoot in an hour and I'm not even done with my coffee" Mingyu groans.

"Well, that's the life of a supermodel, Gyu, you gotta stick with it" Jeonghan chuckles from the other end of the line.

"Oh I'm not gonna drop this shit any time soon - too many pros with this job"

"Speaking of which, it reminds me - The opening of the club is tonight….and…"

"And you want me to attend?"

"Well duh you genius" Jeonghan laughs.

"Truth is…" Mingyu walks towards his closet, opening it to check his available options, "I really wanna attend because you've put a shitton of money and workload in that club and I trust your taste in alcohol"

"But…?"

"But I don't know if I'll make it, because I have to attend an exhibition tonight"

"Aw come on, you and your artsy shit!"

"What? I like photography! Can't I have a hobby?" Mingyu whines in protest, eyes shining when he notices a red suit and matching dress pants in his closet, taking it out and examining it carefully, devious thoughts crossing his mind.

"Hey, earth to Kim Mingyu? Are you there?"

"Yeah, still here - Gotta go now though, time is ticking and I don't wanna be late to the shoot"

"Okay, I won't pressure you, kid - Hoping I'll see you tonight!" Jeonghan ends the call.

Mingyu keeps staring at his striking red suit hanging in front of his closet, smirking like an imp, already knowing how he's gonna put it to use.

"I'm so gonna fuck up everything tonight".

–Exhibition opening–

People have already started filling the venue, their attention already gathered around Joshua's photos and you actually feel calm, after a long time, which is a wonderful change.

You can see the happiness and pride written all over Joshua's face, watching him discuss with some of the guests, congratulating him for his work.

All of a sudden, you hear commotion at the entrance of the venue, noticing the flashing cameras go into an amok, some muffled screaming echoing through the door.

Your blood runs cold when Mingyu enters the venue, dressed in a long black coat, a flaming red, fitted suit, a professional camera strapped around his body.

He notices you and locks eyes with you for a brief moment, before walking over to the pictures, seemingly looking at them.

So much for being calm, I guess.

Mingyu feels beyond satisfied with your reaction, watching you from afar, struggling to keep your perfect facade on, while every single guest in the exhibition has their eyes set on him, making him the center of attention once more.

He must admit, though - he enjoys looking at the pictures Joshua has taken, snapping a few with his own camera.

Fucker has talent, I'll give him that, he thinks with a small scoff, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing by waiter.

He takes a walk through one of the corridors, until he reaches the end, a large black and white picture of a body shadow sitting next to a window frame.

All of his blood rushes towards his head, the veins on his neck starting to bulge, his hand gripping the delicate champagne glass to the point it starts creaking.

He's getting mad, because the body shadow belongs to none other than you.

The amount of jealousy he's experiencing now is nearly pathological - he knows you're taken, he knows you're not naked in the picture yet he feels a borderline unhealthy possessiveness over your picture and indirectly you - no one should be able to look at you in moments like those, except for him.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

Joshua's voice snaps Mingyu out of his trail of thoughts, the sweet tone making him mentally gag, but he manages to keep a neutral expression on, preparing himself to start a civil conversation.

"Exquisite, if I'm allowed to say that" Mingyu laughs, raising his camera to snap a picture, "You've done a wonderful job, Hong"

"Why thank you, mr. Kim" Joshua chuckles, "I'm glad to see you here tonight - You always had a knack for photography"

"True" Mingyu adds, instinctively looking behind him, noticing you looking towards him and Joshua, your expression unreadable.

"I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for her, you know" Joshua comments as he looks at you, sharing a small smile with you, noticing Mingyu's jawline flexing from the corner of his eye.

"Not everyone is lucky to have a muse like her" he scoffs, downing the rest of his champagne.

Joshua doesn't respond to Mingyu's snarky comment - he merely pats his back, walking towards the center of the venue, gathering the attention of the guests as he's about to speak from the podium.

“First of all, I would like to thank everyone who is here tonight, seeing so many of you attending this exhibition makes me feel extremely happy and honored - feels like I’ve actually done a decent job with these” he jokes while pointing towards his pictures, the crowd sharing his amusement.

“I’ve made lots of decisions in the past - I’m not proud of all of them. But there is one that I’m the most proud of - and that’s not ditching my first date with Y/N” he adds, looking at you with such fondness and love, your heart jumping at the direct compliment in front of everyone.

Joshua puts down his champagne flute, walking until he’s in front of you, right in the center of the venue. Loud whispers and chatting erupts among the guests, effectively covering the scoff Mingyu lets out, his gut churning at the still unfolding scene.

“It took me a lot of courage to ask you out for the first time and it took me double of that courage to ask of you one more thing” he gulps down, Adam’s apple bobbing as he bends down on one knee, taking a small jewelry box out of his pocket.

“Shua, what are you doing?” you ask him with a shaky voice, your brain short-circuiting.

“I think it’s pretty obvious, angel” he chuckles, opening the velvety box to reveal a beautiful ring, a small diamond snuggly sitting on the top of the silver band.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor and marry me?”

Gasps and all kinds of surprised noises fill the venue, but it feels like you’re going numb, head spinning and blocking out every single noise, focusing only on Joshua.

“Fuck, yes, yes, a million times yes!” you yell between your tears, falling into his arms, your now soon to be husband catching you.

The crowd is cheering on you and the cameras go crazy, happiness and enthusiastic clapping filling the atmosphere.

But Mingyu is far from happy. On the contrary, he’s fucking fuming.

You've barely spared a glance at him tonight, not to mention ignoring every single one of his messages - and now you added the cherry on top. Or the knife through the cake, because he feels like he’s been brutally backstabbed.

He storms out of the exhibition center, blatantly ignoring the flashing cameras and the paparazzi microphones pushed towards him, ducking into his car and sprinting away without hesitation.

"Fucking hell…" he runs his hand through his hair, pulling it in frustration. He couldn't believe his fucking eyes - of all the things, a wedding proposal?

He knows you've been with Joshua a long time now, but something inside him makes him so infernally mad and jealous.

Who the fuck does she think she is?

Who the fuck does she think I am?

Those are the things running laps in Mingyu's brain now - he started this game, yet he got played in the worst way possible tonight.

"I need a fucking drink" he groans in annoyance, easily manoeuvring through the streets, thinking about his options to drink his feels away and then it clicks -

Jeonghan's private club.

Coincidentally, the opening is ongoing and he's already well dressed - a perfect situation.

Fifteen minutes later, Mingyu is parking right in front of the club, choosing to discard his coat and the camera, sliding out of his Mustang and making a beeline for the club entrance, flashing some quick smiles for the cameras covering the opening event, yet he brushes off the complaints of the people waiting on the seemingly endless line.

“Well shit, you actually made it!” Jeonghan exclaims as soon as he sees Mingyu walk past the tinted glass doors of the club, greeting the younger man with a tight hug.

“There was no way I’d miss it, hyung” Mingyu reciprocates the hug, ”Besides, I could use a few drinks right now”

“Rough night?”

“You could say that”

“...Girl trouble again?”

“Sort of? I dunno, man” Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, a kind of stressed exhale leaving his mouth.

“Come on, Gyu, relax - The night is still young and you’re here to have fun!” Jeonghan pats his back, leading him to the VIP section of the club - a black velvet couch with a love seat, a glass table with porcelain legs and gold linings - fitting for a celebrity of his caliber.

“Try not to ruin everything, model boy!”

“No promises!” Mingyu yells back with a cheeky smile, making himself comfortable on the lavish seat.

He starts by ordering a bottle of Double Black, pouring glass after glass, drinking without stopping, in hopes to forget the events of the exhibition.

It hurt his ego - badly, at that.

About an hour and an empty bottle later, Mingyu starts feeling numb enough to enjoy the loud music, laying back on the couch, manspreading as he watches over the dance floor, the crowd drunkenly dancing and grinding on each other, without worries.

"Life's fucking good, man" he takes another sip of his drink.

Mingyu notices two girls looking towards him, giggling and drinking their cocktails, his chest swelling with pride, knowing how smitten they already are over him - the red suit was definitely an excellent choice.

He raises his hand, waving at them with a lopsided smirk, the girls reciprocating the gesture.

It doesn't take them long to walk over to where he is, both of them sitting next to him.

"Hey there handsome" the blonde girl left to Mingyu, the brunette sitting on his right.

"What are two beauties like you doing here tonight?" Mingyu takes a sip from his glass, looking back and forth between them.

"Exactly what you're doing, mister hot red suit" the brunette giggles, clearly tipsy from the way she's trailing her hand on his thigh.

"We're just here to have fun and get drunk!"

"Is that so?" he playfully raises his eyebrow, one hand on the blonde's inner thigh, the other draped over the brunette's shoulders.

He gets up and walks over to the bartender, casually throwing his black card on the marble counter, swiftly asking to charge the henny bottles on the card, along with the drinks the two girls ordered, returning to his newfound company within a few minutes.

“We could have fun and get drunk at my place, if you want so” he proposes with a devious glint swirling in his eyes, the other two girls immediately catching onto what he means.

They look at each other, smiling like two little devils as they pick their stuff and they put their arms around his waist, giggling about their newfound luck.

Mingyu waves farewell to Jeonghan before exiting the club, the older man exhaling dramatically before turning back to his own drink.

"This kid will never learn."

“Good morning, angel” Joshua greets you with a soft kiss on your lips, “Slept well?”

“Went out like a light” you smile back, heart sinking when your soon to be fiancé is so sweet with you, beaming with happiness and you're just…lying right into his face.

You didn't sleep at all last night - The image of Mingyu leaving the exhibition the moment you said yes to his proposal, a stern, almost disappointed expression on his face before he disappeared from the exhibition.

"So, what's on the plan today?" Joshua asks, casually taking a sip from his coffee.

"Hmm, I haven't thought about it yet, to be honest" you hum, opening your phone to do the usual scrolling through the news.

Your phone screen is filled with online magazines and posts reproducing the same pictures and headlines, your body suddenly buzzing with rage.

"Supermodel or troublemaker? Kim Mingyu causes ruckus once again"

"Kim Mingyu goes viral for his sexcapades"

"Goddamnit…." you grit your teeth as you look at the pictures of Mingyu drinking with two other girls, touching him inappropriately and then you see the Instagram stories posted by one of the girls, drunkenly dancing on his lap while he's smoking - most likely in his apartment.

She's half naked, holding a bottle of expensive whiskey, drinking from it and laughing like her life depends on it.

"What's wrong, love?" Joshua notices your strained expression.

"Nothing, I'm just….Ugh, remember that old friend of yours? Mingyu?"

"Yeah, he was at the exhibition last night"

"Seems like he didn't visit just the exhibition" you exhale, showing the articles to Joshua, a disgusted look making its way on his face.

"I don't like using those words for other people but…He's such a manwhore" he spits with a slightly venomous tone.

Joshua's words don't make you feel any better though - you were fucking this so called manwhore behind his back like, four days ago?

But now you're about to get married to your lovely boyfriend, right?

So why do you feel like rushing out of the house and going to find Mingyu?

Ironically enough, Mingyu feels way more jealous than you do.

The girls on his king sized bed are still sound asleep, but he has never felt so restless and jealous before.

You were supposed to be his and his only - but you just discarded him like a torn shirt, rushing back to your charming prince.

"Fucking bitch…" he scoffs, downing his umpteenth glass of scotch, groaning in annoyance when he realizes the bottle is now empty.

Mingyu throws it across the living room, smashing it to tiny pieces, the loud noise startling the girls in his bedroom.

They rush into the living room, panic written all over their faces, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What the fuck are you two looking at? Get out of here" his speech is slightly slurred, the two girls frozen in their spots.

"Are you deaf or stupid? Get the fuck out of here! Now!" Mingyu yells and they both yelp, scrambling to pick up their clothes and shoes, hastily disappearing behind the door of the apartment.

Silence falls in the space, but it's louder than any other noise he has ever heard in his life. He gets up, picking up his lighter and the half open pack of cigarettes, sliding one out, balancing it on his lips, swiftly lighting it up. He leans down on the couch, puffing out a cloud of smoke, mindlessly staring at the ceiling.

"God, I'm so fucked up."

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junhui-recs · 2 months ago

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Getting Closer

Pairing: Joker!Jeon Wonwoo x Chief Inspector!fem!reader

Genres: Angst, smut, horror, very minor fluff

TW: Blood, mentions of weapons, minor injuries, cursing, hatefucking, marking, hair pulling, choking, face-slapping, major character death, slight yandere behavior, mentions of mental illness and insomnia

Summary: Four months. It has taken inspector Y/N L/N four months to get her hands on Jeon Wonwoo, the maniac, Joker-like criminal, who has thrown the city into total fear. The same criminal who has an obsession with the inspector, because she's the only one who can grant him his greatest wish. They need each other to fulfill their goals and there's only one way - by getting closer to each other, one last time.

Part of the collab call: Death Is Upon Us by @junjungsunwoo

Word count: 6.1k

Author’s note: This is my entry for the amazing collab, hosted by miss Yena, aka @junjungsunwoo! The header was made by me and the inspiration was drawn by this video and the songs Getting Closer by Seventeen, Psycho by Baekhyun and O Sole Mio (The Red Wedding) by The Boyz.

Taglist: @aliceu @delicatewerewolfsoul @husbandhoshi @llsiriusminorisll @byeongsung @chxngyunie @yyxgin @heresyourramen

This is a piece of fiction. I do not condone with such behaviour and I do not see the idol in this way.

“...the infamous criminal has made his appearance again, leaving his terrorizing mark on the streets of Seoul and another victim on his record, a 26-year-old man and his 24-year-old girlfriend-”

You turn off the TV and throw the remote somewhere in your office, running your hands through your hair in frustration, your forehead touching the surface of the wooden desk.

This was the ninth time you had lost to him. And it made your guts churn disgustingly. Seventeen people, seventeen people in love, gone by his hand. And every time, he would leave the same mark behind - a ruined white rose, its petals scattered around the lifeless bodies of the victims.

You have been tracking him for the past four months, you’ve managed to scrap out every single miniscule detail, anything that could help you get closer to him and put him behind the bars of jail once and for all. But every time, he would slip from your grasp.

You’ve only seen him a couple of times, but they’ve proven enough to make this man haunt you during these months, his sadistic smile appearing in your sleep, high cheekbones stained with blood and sharp eyes burning holes in you.

The bulletin board in your office hasn’t helped with your nightmares, filled with photos of the crime scenes he has left behind, the marks, the victims and the man himself - Jeon Wonwoo.

A soft knock on the door of your office snaps you out of your thoughts. “Come in”, you say and the door opens to reveal Chan, your co-worker and co-Inspector, the man you’ve been trusting with this case ever since it started.

“Hey”, “Respectfully, you look shit”, Chan chuckles and sits down across you. “Respectfully, fuck you”, you groan in response and he scoffs with a small laugh. His eyes drift around your office and land on the discarded TV remote. He gets up and takes it into his hand and he’s met with the same bulletin board that has been the center of your life at this point.

“I hate this fucking psycho so much...Thinking he can roam around the city and kill innocent people, all while he’s walking in broad daylight as if he’s one of us”, the man mutters under his breath, clenching his jaw and fists alike. “I’m afraid he is, Chan”, you exhale in defeat and stand next to him. “A fucking psycho?”, “That too. But also a human”, you admit. “Are you seriously defending him, Y/N?!”, “Of course not. But Jeon Wonwoo is still a human - a human who suffers from BPD”, you add, taking two pics of the criminal in your hands.

“BPD?”, Chan tilts his head sideways in question. “Borderline Personality Disorder. People with BPD show pervasive patterns of instability in interpersonal relationships and self-image, alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation of others, along with varying moods and difficulty regulating strong emotional reactions. Other symptoms may include feeling unsure of one's identity, morals, and values; having paranoid thoughts when feeling stressed, depersonalization and, in moderate to severe cases, stress-induced breaks with reality or psychotic episodes. Last but not least, they often show dangerous or impulsive behavior”, you briefly explain and hand over the pictures to your colleague.

“To put it simply... Jeon Wonwoo thinks he’s some sort of Joker who kills people because he views them as malevolent and a threat to his own well-being, while in reality he’s the dangerous one?”, Chan asks, his eyes fixated on the pictures of the criminal, one of him walking on the street in casual clothing and the other, slightly blurry, taken right before he fled the crime scene from Gangnam two months ago.

“That’s one way to put it”, you reply and he hums in response. “Wow, you really have done your research, Chief Inspector”, the black-haired man turns his attention to you and you offer him a tight-lipped smile. “Victory loves preparation, Inspector. And preparation includes rest - something you should get in approximately...thirty minutes”, you check your watch for the time and Chan laughs. “Is this a reminder to yourself, miss L/N?”, “To the both of us, mr Lee”, you chuckle. He lets the photos on your desk and turns his back on you, walking out of your office.

“Text me once you get home, okay?”, he asks you one last time with a worried look. “Don’t worry about me. Goodnight Chan”, “Goodnight, Y/N”, he bids you farewell and closes the door of your office.

You sit down on your chair and take Wonwoo’s picture in your hands, observing his facial features. What is he planning to do next?, you think, your chin resting on your hands.

Ironically enough, the man in question is in the same position as you.

As if he’s your long lost half, Wonwoo is in front of a similar board of yours, photos of his victims and you, pinned on the surface. He fixes his metal round glasses on the bridge of his nose, eyes fixated on a picture of you walking out of the police department, the air gracefully blowing your hair away. His hands are cleaning up a sharp knife with a blood-stained cloth, but his attention is all on you.

Just like you’ve been trying to find out every single detail about him, he has been doing the exact same thing about you.

He knows your schedule inside out, your favorite coffee flavor, your favorite flower, the route you take every weekend while you’re on a run - Wonwoo knows everything about you, as if he was your closest friend, or even worse, your lover.

In reality, he’s obsessed with you - he has been thriving in the attention you’ve been giving him, creating this twisted image of you caring about him in his mind, thinking that he’s the most important person to you.

“If only you knew how infatuated I am with you, sweetheart”, he mutters with a horribly lovely gaze, gently tracing his thumb over your picture, a sickly sweet smile on his lips, all while he stabs the knife on a different picture.

The picture of his first victim - his girlfriend.

You click the door of your house shut, locking it twice out of habit and throw the keys on the small table right next to the door, taking off your shoes and coat in the process. You search for your phone in your bag, sending a quick text to Chan and the reply comes a few seconds later, a small smile creeping on your face.

You go towards your bedroom, tiredly removing your clothes and changing into your silk pajamas. You devote a bit of time to remove your light makeup and do your skincare, treating yourself a bit after another long and draining day. Once you find yourself under the fuzzy blankets, you've already drifted into dreamland.

But it doesn't take you long to wake up again, right in the middle of the night.

Your hand is shakily gripping the glass of water, putting it down on the counter, afraid of dropping it. Your hands are in your hair, your nails scraping your scalp, trying to calm yourself down.

All because of the same, reoccurring nightmare.

This fucked up nightmare of you returning to your house, a tall, young man around your age waiting for you, welcoming you with a kiss on your cheek and his arms around your waist. "I'm so glad you're with me, sweetheart… Always with me", his deep voice echoes in your ear and you feel something watery on your waist. You look up to his face and you see the one man you hate with all your life.

Jeon Wonwoo and his blood-stained hands on your skin. You try to push him away, but your hands are now covered in blood as well and you scream, but the voice is stuck in your throat and all you can do is watch him smile sadistically, as he licks the blood from his hands.

The blood of his victims, their bodies scattered around you, their blood now staining your own skin.

The images are still too vivid in your mind and you desperately try to find something to distract yourself. Suddenly, you notice the crystal vase, filled with the bouquet of white roses you received exactly one week ago. The petals are wilted, but they have a comforting melancholy, despite watching their life fade away throughout the week.

You've been receiving these bouquets once every week for the past three months, their sender still unknown to you. You really wanted to find out who they were, because you knew that they weren't sending them out of the blue. They knew these were your favorites and it brought you a strange comfort, a warmth in your heart - a long forgotten one.

The next morning finds you wrapped in a blanket on your couch, your entire body feeling cranky after being curled up for long in the small space. You get up, groaning as you stretch your limbs, rubbing your eyes lazily. You open the blinds of the windows, letting the sunlight brighten the living room and opt to boil some water for your morning coffee. You patiently wait for the water to boil and your eyes drift on the crystal vase and the wilted white roses, their petals falling on the table in a somewhat graceful manner, as if they were feathers from a falling angel’s wings.

“They’re beyond saving now…”, you mutter to yourself and carefully take them out of the vase, throwing them into the trash can with a sad expression on your face. You pour the remnants of the water in the sink and you wash the vase squeaky clean, drying it with a towel afterwards.

You hear the whistle of the kettle just on time and you turn off the stove, removing the kettle to pour the hot water in your mug all while stirring the coffee with a spoon, the thick aroma hitting your nostrils in a pleasant way, making you hum in satisfaction. You’re about to take a sip of it but your doorbell rings and you huff in annoyance.

“Tsk, it’s barely nine thirty..”, you mutter groggily and put your mug down, walking towards the door. You unlock it and your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.

“Hello miss Y/N”, “Good morning, Jeongin! Another delivery?”, you chuckle and help the poor boy by taking the bouquet of white roses in your arms. “These are fresh, by the way, miss”, Jeongin states with a smile, “The gentleman picked them specifically for you. Must be your secret admirer”, he adds and you perk up at his words. “A gentleman, you say? Did he tell you his name, perhaps?”, you ask with a newfound interest. “Ah, I only saw him for a few seconds, and he didn’t say his name. But he was really handsome and tall - he was wearing glasses, I think”, Jeongin visibly racks his brain for more details, but you decide to spare the boy of his troubles.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to squeeze your brain anymore, Jeongin”, you laugh and skip to place the bouquet on the counter, searching for your purse. You come back and hand over some money to Jeongin, who’s wide-eyed. “M-Miss Y/N! I don’t-”, “You don’t have to say anything, you deserve it”, you laugh and ruffle his hair and the boy gives you a starry-eyed grin.

“Thank you so much, Miss Y/N! Have a nice day!”, Jeongin shouts as he runs, waving at you excitedly. You close the door and turn your attention to the new bouquet of flowers, a warm smile spreading on your lips as you smell the fresh white roses, admiring the silky, baby blue ribbon around the stalks.

“A handsome gentleman with glasses, huh…”.

Earlier this morning….

“White roses again, sir?”, the florist asks with a raised eyebrow. “They are her favorites, of course I’ll pick those”, the client replies, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Don’t get me wrong, sir. You have a fine taste… But you’ve been sending miss Y/N these bouquets for the past three months. Don’t you think it’s time she finds out about the sender?”, the florist adds, his hands neatly fixing the bow of the bouquet.

“Ah, don’t worry about this, it will happen sooner than you think”, the young man chuckles. “Oh? Are you finally revealing your true intentions to the lady? About time”, the florist jokes and the two men share a laugh.

“This is the last bouquet Y/N will ever receive, rest assured. I’ve already made my arrangements about the reveal”, the handsome stranger takes out his wallet to pay. “Are you going the old-fashioned way of a love letter? Or an invitation to a date?”, the florist asks one last question as the client walks away from the counter, turning back to flash a knowing smirk.

“Definitely the latter~”.

Knock knock-

“Come in”, you exclaim and the door opens to reveal Chan, holding a sealed yellow envelope in his hand. "Hey, this came in for you", he points at the envelope and you narrow your eyes towards it. "It's not a bomb, we checked it at the entrance", he reassures you with a smile. "Who sent it?", you ask him and he places it on your desk. "Beats me. The boy who brought it said it was strictly for you", Chan shrugs, "Anyways, I'll be off now-", "One more thing", "Go ahead", "Um… If you wanted to give flowers to a woman, what would you pick?", you ask him and Chan is taken aback.

"Mina loves red roses, and they symbolize passion and love, so I'd go with those", he replies and you notice a faint blush on his cheeks. "O-Okay, that's all. Thank you, Chan", you answer and smile at him. "I'll be off then!", he chirps and leaves the office, closing the door behind him.

Your eyes fall on the sealed envelope, but the ringing of the phone on your desk catches your attention and you pick it up.

"Hello?", "Good evening, Chief Inspector", a deep voice greets you from the other end and a chill runs down your spine. "Who is this?!", you raise your voice and a chuckle erupts, a mocking one. "Oh come now, Inspector, I thought you'd recognize me", he answers and the realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

"What do you want, Jeon?", "Ah, now we're talking, sweetheart", "You're not answering the question", "Oh, my apologies, Inspector. You see, I've really enjoyed the game we've been playing the past four months...But I think it's time for the finale to come, don't you think?", he says with an almost teasing lilt and you grip the phone in your hand. "The only way to end this is to shove you into the deepest cell of the fucking jail, you madman", you grit your teeth.

"That can happen too, sweetheart - if you come to the abandoned warehouse next to the port in the next hour", he sternly says and you scoff. "And what if I don't?", "Open the envelope in front of you and you'll understand that you don't have another choice", Wonwoo adds and you take the envelope in your hands, ripping it open. Your eyes widen in horror as you see pictures of Chan and his girlfriend, walking on the street happily.

"You're fucking sick", "I'll see you in an hour, sweetheart. Looking forward to it~", and the line goes dead. You slam the phone down and you kick your desk out of frustration and fear.

Once again, he was one step ahead of you, yet this time, he threatened your friend's life and he did that right in front of your face. But you were never known as one to give up and you definitely wouldn’t give up now.

You sit down on your chair and open your drawer, taking out a piece of paper, the pen resting between your fingers. You take a deep breath and start writing the letter, the words you had in your mind imprinted on the white paper, one by one. You feel your hand shaking after you put the pen down, but you grab your own wrist with your free hand to stabilize it. You fold the letter in half and put it into an envelope, sealing it tight.

A minute passes and you take the wired phone of your office and you dial a number, waiting for someone to pick up.

“Hello?”, “Chief Inspector L/N here”, “C-Chief?!”, “Send officers Choi and Park to my office now. It’s urgent”, you say shortly and sternly. “I- Yes, ma’am, right away”, you hear the trembling voice on the other end of the line and you put down the phone, tapping your foot as you wait for them.

"You called us, Chief?", the policemen appear in your office a few minutes later. "I want you to gather a team, take three vehicles and go to Inspector Lee's house and stay there until I say so", you sternly announce, as you fumble with your gun, loading it with a new set of bullets.

"Roger that, Ma'am. May I take the liberty to ask why?", the policeman asks and you put your gun into your back pocket. "This is something that is about me and Inspector Lee, it shouldn't bother you", you reply, but your eyes fall on the letter you wrote moments ago and you take it into your hands.

"All I want you to do is deliver this to Inspector Lee himself, without opening it", you hand over the letter to the policeman and he puts it carefully into his uniform jacket, nodding in affirmation. "Now go", you point to the exit and they leave your office.

You feel like your heart is about to jump out of your chest, you know that you're about to take the greatest risk of your life by meeting the criminal himself. But you know that it's the only choice you have.

The sound of police sirens stir Chan awake from his sleep and he groans once he hears the familiar sound of the doorbell of his house. He reluctantly gets up from the bed, ruffling his hair. “Chan? What’s going on?”, his girlfriend is awake as well, rubbing her eyes. “I don’t know, honey, someone is knocking the door, gotta go check”, he mumbles with a groggy voice. He drags his feet downstairs and goes to the door, opening it to reveal two policemen and three vehicles parked outside his house.

“Excuse me, what is the meaning of this?”, Chan asks the two policemen standing in front of him. “We apologize for the inconvenience, sir, but we have direct orders to guard the entire perimeter of your house” the policeman explains. “Chan? What is happening?”, his girlfriend comes down, her hand laced with Chan’s. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna solve this in a few minutes”, he reassures her with a small smile. “O-Okay”, she presses a quick peck on his cheek and leaves.

“Who has given this order?”, he runs his hands through his hair. “Chief Inspector, Sir Lee”, “Y/N? But why?”, “I believe you will understand once you read this, sir”, the policeman replies and hands him over a letter and he grabs it, ripping it open. His eyes instantly recognize your handwriting and he sucks a breath in, beginning to read your letter.

“Dear Chan,

If you’re reading this letter, then you’ve probably already witnessed the police team guarding your house. I know it’s sudden, but it’s all for the sake of your safety, your girlfriend included.

About an hour ago, I received a phone call from Jeon Wonwoo himself, requesting a meeting with me at a location I cannot share with you - because I know you will do everything in your power to find me.

You might call me crazy and stupid and reckless, but it’s the only way to keep you safe. Safe from his deranged, murderous spree. I cannot let another innocent couple die on my watch, let alone you and Mina.

This could be my last night - but I’ll make sure it’s Wonwoo’s last night in this world as well.

Thank you for everything, my friend.

- Y/N”

Chan lets the letter fall on the floor, completely frozen in his spot, the words stuck in his throat. He and Mina were Wonwoo’s next victims - and you, his colleague and head of the case, went head-on to end this once and for all.

“Why?”, he whispers to himself, “Why me?”. “Sir? Everything okay?”, the police officers ask him and he shakes his head sideways, his hands running through his hair and over his face, frustration overtaking him. “No, I’m not okay!”, he yells and circles around the couch plopping down, devoid of any emotion.

“Oh my God…”, he mutters, head hanging low, feeling completely lost. “God, please keep her safe”.

If anyone saw you walk into the place you are now, they would call you crazy.

But you knew that it was the only choice you had. You couldn’t afford to let another life slip from your hands, let alone Chan’s life - possibly his girlfriend’s too. Yet the possibility of you losing your life tonight was looming over your head.

You try to shake off any malicious thought and load your gun, treading carefully in the rather dim-lit warehouse. You let out a breath you were holding this whole time and lower your gun, making sure that nobody was in the warehouse, except for you.

“Of course he wouldn’t show up, this was a fucking distraction”, you curse under your breath and take a few steps forward, noticing a table. You put your gun down and rest your hands on the surface, your head hanging low.

“I feel offended, sweetheart”, a deep voice echoes behind you and sirens are going off in your head immediately and you grab your gun again, swinging your arm and you fire a shot in the dark, smiling once you hear a hiss from the direction of the bullet. However, your smile fades as soon as the man emerges from the shadows and a chill runs down your spine once the dim light illuminates his face.

“Not a very warm welcome on your behalf, is it now, Chief Inspector?”, Wonwoo smiles sadistically, as he takes off his red satin glove and wipes the blood that drips from the fresh scar on his left cheek - presumably from the bullet you fired minutes ago. “Says the psychotic murderer”, you spit back, gun pointing directly to his head. “You still call me that after all these months? After all we’ve been through?”, he asks you with fake sadness. “We? More like everyone in the city, except for you!”, you furiously yell.

“These people were the reason I’ve turned like this and you know it all too well, my dear Y/N”, “Don’t fucking call me that”, you grit your teeth and Wonwoo chuckles, throwing the glove on the ground. “Why not? Does it make you feel some kind of way?”, he smirks and raises his eyebrow suggestively. His cockiness makes your blood boil and you try to hit him with your gun, using it as a club, but he stops your hand with his own mid-air.

“So feisty…Very sexy of you, sweetheart”, he leans in your ear and tightens his grip around your wrist, making you wince in pain, thus forcing you to drop the gun down. “Let me go, you asshole!”, you groan in pain and as if he’s hit by a reality check, he lets your hand go and you push him away, making him stumble back a few steps. “You enjoy this, Jeon? Bringing pain to people around you?”, you angrily ask him and he looks at you with pain in his gaze. “No, not you. Anyone but you!”, he nearly pleads and you suck a breath in, trying to calm down yourself.

His disorder is acting up, proceed with caution, you make a mental note to yourself and take another deep breath. “Wonwoo, listen to me. I know you’re in pain and you want this to end, but killing people is not the right way”, you try to approach him in a more civil way, “I cannot help you run away, but I can help you fight your way back into normalcy with the right medical help. All I need is your cooperation”, you finish your sentence and a sheer, nearly manic laughter cuts through the air and your eyes widen in horror.

“Normalcy? Sweetheart, we both know this is a huge lie. Nobody would be willing to help me - nobody ever wanted to help me. Not even her - I loved her, yet she thought I was a freak”, Wonwoo explains with a venomous tone and your mind goes back to his very first victim, his own girlfriend.

“But you already know everything, don’t you? You know everything about me, Y/N… right?”, he asks you and you gulp down, nodding in agreement and his lips break into a huge grin. He dips his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a white rose, his eyes trailing on the petals fondly. “Did you know that white roses symbolize-”, “Innocence, purity, loyalty and young love. Yes, I know”, “Hm, of course you do. It’s your favorite flower after all”, he traces his thumb over the pristine petals and your breath hitches in your throat.

“How did you-”, “How did I know that? Oh, my dear Y/N, I know everything about you - everything that no one else ever bothered to learn about you”, “Stop”, you grit your teeth.

“Because no one else loved you, Y/N”, “SHUT UP!”, you scream and lurch forward, grabbing him by his leather choker, the chains dangling under your hands. Your eyes are burning holes in his pretty face, your own eyes brimming with tears. “You…know nothing about me, Jeon Wonwoo”, you grit the words and the cocky attitude he had earlier is back on his face. “Oh, sweetheart… We’re so different, yet so similar. Both put on a high pedestal, unapproachable by the society”, his tone is smooth yet comforting, in a sick and twisted way. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek but you wince away and he shushes you with a finger on your lips. “All those people were in love, such an innocent love”, Wonwoo speaks again, his expression now softer, “And they made me so goddamn jealous, Y/N. All of them were so happy and it made me fucking sick…”, he almost sobs and you swear you’re about to go insane. “But then you appeared. You’ve been chasing me down for the past four months, giving me so much attention”. He leans in, his pretty lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

“And it makes feel so fucking alive, sweetheart”.

Your heart stops at his words and your hand tightens around his choker, the leather creaking under your palm. “This world you’ve created in your head is not fucking real and what you’ve done is unforgivable. And I do not care about you”, you growl and let his choker go, pushing him back. As if it was a light switch, his face hardens again and he looks at the white rose in his hand.

“You know… This is my birth flower and your favorite. I wanted to give it to you, Y/N. But you don’t want it”, he states, clicking his tongue, “Which is ironic, because you were always so happy to receive all these bouquets, weren’t you?”, he adds and the horrendous realization dawns upon you. “The flowers… That was you?”, “Who else could it be, sweetheart?”, Wonwoo confirms it and you cover your mouth with your hand in terror.

The man who has been haunting you was the one who gave your life meaning and purpose.

“Why..?”, you ask him with a trembling voice and he lets the flower drop on the ground and approaches you, his hand coming under your chin to tilt it upwards. “I already told you, sweetheart. We’re like two halves of a whole”, the mad man replies, his eyes fixated on your lips. “You’re so infernally beautiful yet so fucking disgusting”, you wrap your hand around his neck, your nails digging in his fair skin. A sadistic grin spreads on his lips, a tainted lust swimming in his brown orbs.

“That’s all I wanted to hear from your lips, sweetheart”.

He threads his hand in your hair and slams his mouth on yours, his body pinning yours on the table behind you, his tongue hungrily swirling against yours. There is a faint, metallic taste in your mouth, but it’s so sinfully addictive and you can’t get enough of it. Your nails scratch down the expanse of Wonwoo’s neck and you thread your fingers on his choker again and you pull it harshly, snapping it off his skin, making him hiss in your mouth. He pulls away, your bottom lip caught between his pearly whites, biting it hard enough to draw blood from the rosy flesh and soothing it with his wet muscle.

Your head is spinning from the intensity of the kiss, your sanity long gone, replaced by a carnal, manic desire - and you can see the same desire in Wonwoo’s eyes.

“I fucking hate you, Jeon Wonwoo”, you bare your own teeth at him and he chuckles devilishly, his hand leaving your hair, traveling down your cheek, your jaw and around your neck, tilting his head sideways. “You look so pretty with my hand around your neck, sweetheart”, he trails his lips on your skin. “But this needs to get out of the way”, and his hands are coming in front of your black tee, tearing it in half with ease, making you gasp.

He gets up and hastily takes off his jacket and leather shirt, revealing his toned frame and the rest of his fair skin, your eyes noticing the countless scars on his arms. Probably from previous attempts of taking his own life.

"Pretty, aren't they?", he grips your skin hard with his hands, "It was hard to make them, but it felt so good, so addicting", he bites his lip, "But nothing is more addicting than you, sweetheart", he moans against your neck, hands trapping your wrists above your head. He's kicking your legs open with his knee and he unbuttons your jeans with one hand, pulling them down harshly and unbuttoning his as well. He frees his cock, standing thick and flushed an angry red color.

You feel your head spinning, your mouth salivating at his sheer size and you involuntarily clench around nothing. Your brain has halted every single rational decision and your primal urges, mixed with the deranged attraction you have for Wonwoo have gotten the better of you. You’re engulfed by his sinful, lunatic aura and his deadly looks, his sharp features and body chiseled to perfection. As if he was crafted by God himself - or the Devil.

“God, just fuck me already!”, you arch your back, angrily whining in his iron grip. Wonwoo lets your wrists go and slams his hands beside your head, startling you. “You’re so demanding, sweetheart…But I could never say no to you”, he slides his cock between your folds, laughing in a condescending manner as he collects your wetness with the head of his shaft, spreading it all over your pussy. “You’re so wet and all for me. It makes me want to go soft on you, Chief Inspector”, he slurs your title on purpose and you land a harsh slap on his right cheek,making him hiss loudly. He feels his pale flesh throb from the impact and he tilts his head, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“You’ll regret doing this, sweetheart”, Wonwoo growls in your face and slams his cock inside you and you scream from the sudden intrusion, his girth proving a bit too much for you to handle. You try to breathe evenly, but his hand wraps around your neck, pressing the sides tight enough to restrict your air flow, but not cut it off completely. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Cat caught your tongue? Or is my cock too much for your lil’ cunt?”, Wonwoo sneers in your face. “T-Too tight”, you choke out and he smirks, pulling out almost completely, letting only the tip inside, just to slam back in your hole with double force.

He starts ramming your cunt, his hips slamming in yours with brutal force, your eyes fixated on the bulging veins on his supporting arm. The whole table is shaking from Wonwoo’s movements and a satisfied smirk spreads on his lips as he sees your expression, lost in a lustful haze. He’s infatuated with the effect he has on you, it keeps feeding the world he has created in his already poisoned mind.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment, sweetheart. You’ve no idea how many times I’ve pictured you just like that, laid out and moaning underneath me”, Wonwoo groans in between his thrusts. “W-Wonwoo-!”, you moan and grip the arm that’s around your neck, your other hand finding purchase in his hair. “That’s it, sweetheart, moan my name”, he picks up the pace and you muster your strength to slap his face again, on the same spot. He groans in pain, but he licks his lips hungrily, the stinging sensation making his cock throb in your cunt.

“You love hurting me, don’t you?”, “You seem to enjoy this, you fucker”, you let out a breathy chuckle and Wonwoo shares your reaction. “Baby, I would enjoy getting a bullet to the heart if it was from your hand”, he half-whispers. “You…are fucking crazy”, you spit out with a venomous tone. “Crazy for you”, he smiles and pulls out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. You try to collect yourself, your hands struggling to straighten your clothes again. You want to kick him down to the ground, but you freeze once he drops on his knees, spread wide and your discarded gun in his hands.

“Don’t you dare-”, “Take it”, he stretches his arm towards you and you immediately snatch the weapon out of his hand, holding it on his head, your free hand in his hair, tilting it towards your face. Your teeth are gritted right in front of his eyes, tears running down your cheeks out of frustration and anger. You’re so close yet so far from your goal, the criminal you’ve been chasing is finally one bullet away from victory, the end to this blood-stained case.

“Come on. Pull the trigger, sweetheart. Pull the trigger and grant the both of us our wishes”, Wonwoo mutters, his lips only a breath away from yours. “I just want this to end”, you sob, the gun slightly quivering in your hand. “I know, sweetheart. But you have the power to end it all”, he almost coos, his hand wrapping around your wrist to stop your shakiness. “Besides, I said it before - I would enjoy getting a bullet to the heart from your hand”, he ghosts his lips over your fingers and you suck a harsh breath in.

“It’s so fitting, don’t you think? Getting closer to each other, two sides of the same coin and both of us rewarded with what we desire most”, Wonwoo guides your hand from his head down his cheek, over his neck and he stops once he reaches his chest, right on the spot where his heart is. “I will pay for my sins and you’ll become a hero, sweetheart. Would you like that? Being praised for your efforts? Closing the case on your own?”, he asks you, his eyes looking right into yours.

“You only have to make my heart stop…and yours will be put at ease again”, Wonwoo’s eyes flutter, slowly closing, his lips barely touching yours. You let out a shattering scream and you pull the trigger, firing the bullet straight into his heart, a gasp escaping Wonwoo’s mouth. He draws short breaths, his blood staining his skin and yours alike, watching him in horror as his life slowly fades away.

“Thank…you…”, is all he manages to say and gives you a soft kiss - his farewell to you. His lifeless body falls forward and you catch him with your arms, dropping the blood-stained gun next to you, letting out a blood-hurling scream, finally letting your tears spill from your eyes, crying out as if you lost your lover. Yet he never was in the first place.

So why were you crying so much? Was it your guilt? His wasted life? The lost lives of his victims?

You couldn't understand. But one thing was certain.

Jeon Wonwoo was gone. And he took you with him.

#collab call: death is upon us #wonwoo angst #wonwoo smut #wonwoo horror #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt angst #svt smut #svt horror #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #seventeen horror #seventeen

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half past five high - Masterlist

pairing: supermodel!Mingyu x influencer!fem!reader, photographer!Joshua x influencer!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, minor fluff, rich people!AU, love triangle(?), cheating

warnings will differ in each chapter

Summary: The world of rich, influential people has always been full of glitz and glamor. But it’s also filled with greedy, powerful and destructive people, the walking red flags, the ones you should stay away from at any cost. Kim Mingyu is one of these people. But you are wise enough to stay away from him….Right?

Inspired by: The Hills - The Weeknd

Author's note: The supposed oneshot turned into a series after a very impulsive decision and here we are lmao - special thanks to @delicatewerewolfsoul for giving me the idea for the title and @wonwoosthetic and @boowanie for proofreading the original 6.2k draft😭💕

Taglist (send an ask to be tagged!): @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @billboard-singer @gaebestie @jaeyux @aurumness @chwebychew @xrubyrosesx @lovelyhan @himbocoups @wongyuseokie @prettygyuuu @karynnoona

Chapters below the cut!

prologue - when we met in venice (part 1)

Chapter 1 - A Fateful Meeting

Chapter 2 - Lies Upon Lies

Chapter 3 - Guilt and Decisions

Chapter 4 - Troublemaker

interlude: sexcapades

Chapter 5 - Beginning Of The End

Chapter 6 - a fool's broken heart

Chapter 7 - tbd

more to be added....

#hpfh #mingyu smut #mingyu angst #joshua angst #joshua smut #svt joshua #svt mingyu #joshua hong #kim mingyu #svt angst #svt smut #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfics #seventeen series #seventeen

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half past five high - chapter 1 (a fateful meeting)

pairing: supermodel!Mingyu x influencer!fem!reader, photographer bf!Joshua x influencer!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, rich people!AU

warnings: cheating, alcohol and food consumption, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, Mingyu is an asshole

word count: ~4.2k

summary: The world of rich, influential people has always been full of glitz and glamor. But it’s also filled with greedy, powerful and destructive people, the walking red flags, the ones you should stay away from at any cost. Kim Mingyu is one of these people. But you are wise enough to stay away from him....Right?

Author’s note: This fic is solely inspired by The Weeknd’s song, The Hills and it was supposed to be an oneshot but oh well haha

Taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @wonwoosthetic @berrryshortcake @husbandhoshi @mangogyu @boowanie

This is solely a piece of fanfiction. I do not condone with such behavior and I do not see Mingyu in this way, under any circumstance.

Seoul. LA. Paris. Milan. New York. Tokyo. London.

Kim Mingyu’s fame has reached all of the aforementioned glamorous city, thanks to his pictorials, catwalks for prestigious fashion houses and the god-like physique and face he was gifted with. Working as a high-class supermodel definitely has its perks, some of them being the endless traveling around the globe, the flow of money and expensive possessions, such as designer brand clothes, a crib in the outskirts of Seoul and a sleek black Mustang - his favorite.

But most of all, Kim Mingyu is a renowned bachelor and a playboy who has kept the paparazzis and gossip sites busy with his…rather wild personal life. And when Kim Mingyu sets his sight on something or someone, he’ll do everything in his power to get it, even if it means bringing pain on others.

And this is exactly what would happen after one fateful night - the night he met you.

Y/N L/N. A famous influencer and socialite - one post on your Instagram account brings you enough money to pay for a luxurious trip to an exotic place. You’re known throughout the high societies of fashion temples, you’re bound to be attending fashion shows and fancy galas, always sitting at the front row, next to designers, photographers and lots of important people.

That’s where you met your beloved boyfriend of two years, Joshua Hong. A freelance photographer who has been on the road for over five years, always booked and busy by magazines, executive editors fighting over his talent and detailed work, offering contracts upon contracts with lots of money. But no, Joshua stays faithful to his principles and most importantly, faithful to you. You love him with all your heart and you never miss a chance to share your moments of happiness on your Instagram account, the comment section always exploding with love and cute comments, praising the genuine relationship you have.

Ironically, you met MIngyu at a similar event - a party after the latest Dior fashion show, to be exact.

You and Joshua were both invited at the show, blessing the eyes of everyone there, flashing warm smiles and exchanging chaste yet warm kisses with your boyfriend, his eyes shining brighter than all the rhinestone-decorated dresses, glittery makeup and lights of the catwalk. You watched the show with huge interest, your eyes fixated on the new launches, the smooth fabrics and the flow on the models.

Until he came into the view.

It was as if time stopped, the repeated clicks of the cameras around you and the loud murmurs of the guests around you turning into a blur, as your pupils dilate at the sight of the one and only Kim Mingyu, effortlessly strutting on the catwalk, owning it, making it his. You had never seen him close, only from photos and videos online, but damn, the real thing is always better.

He didn’t leave your mind even after the end of the catwalk and during the party, mindlessly swirling the flute of champagne in your hand.

How could a man like him exist? What was he made of? God? The Devil? Those questions were running laps in your mind.

“Something on your mind, angel?”, Joshua's smooth voice brings you back to reality, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Just…feeling lucky to be here”, you reply with a soft smile, “With all these important people, all the glamor…With you”, you add and mentally wince for lying to your beloved. “Aw, my baby is getting wholesome”, he coos with a laugh and presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Joshua Hong showing affection in public”, a deep, velvety voice disrupts the rather intimate moment and you both turn around to see the one man who has been tormenting your thoughts for the past three hours. “Oh my, if it isn’t Kim Mingyu starting a normal conversation”, Joshua jokes and shares a tight hug with the man. “How have you been, my friend?”, “Eh, the usual. Traveling, modeling, booking shoots, meeting dashing beauties”, Mingyu flashes a toothy grin. He then shifts his eyes to you and you feel a jolt on your spine as his gaze changes into something indescribable, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Speaking of dashing beauties, how dare you don’t introduce me to the beautiful lady accompanying you, Joshua”, he smoothly switches the attention to you, “I’m Kim Mingyu. And you are?”, “Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir Kim”, you opt for a handshake. “My my, such good manners. And please, call me Mingyu”, he smiles and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. “Y/N is an influencer - and a very successful one”, Joshua sweeps next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, instinctively bringing you closer to him, “Isn’t that right, angel?”, “If you say so, Shua”, you giggle and turn to kiss him, Mingyu’s gaze feeling heavy on you all of a sudden.

“You’ve always been a lucky man, Joshua. And lady luck is still on your side, it seems”, the model comments. “Indeed. Although I’d like to call it ‘fate’ rather than luck”, he looks at you again fondly. “Fate or luck, I advise you to keep this pretty lady as close as you can”, Mingyu adds on, ready to walk away.

“Anyone could swoop in and steal her away”.

Your eyes meet Mingyu’s eyes again for a split second and you can feel trouble oozing from him, especially with the words he spoke just now.

But it only makes you wanna find out more about the man.

“Interesting guy”, you nonchalantly say while sipping on your champagne. “Interesting, yet dangerous and troublesome”, Joshua sighs audibly. “I thought he was your friend?”, “He is. But that doesn’t mean I’ll turn a blind eye to his true nature”, “And what is his true nature?”, “He’s a man with looks, power and fame. But he’s also irrevocably attracted to danger in most of its forms - especially fast cars and pretty women, single or taken”, Joshua explains, “Wow, you make him sound like an asshole”, you laugh but stop once you see your boyfriend’s serious expression. “I think it’s better to keep your distance from him”.

“Shua, I’d never betray you for someone else”, you put down your glass and cup his cheeks with your hands. “I know, sweetheart”, he smiles softly and takes your hands in his, pressing a kiss on the tips. “Come on, let’s enjoy the party, shall we?”, and he takes you by your hand, pulling you against him to enjoy the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, Mingyu is watching the two of you being all lovey-dovey, gaze seething with jealousy, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, focusing on your enticing silhouette and the champagne bodycon dress of yours.

Thinking how pretty you’d look without it and under him, moaning his name.

Not that it’d be long before it happens.

“Ugh, my head is spinning”, you rub your temples while waiting for your face cream to dry. “Maybe you shouldn’t have drunk so much champagne, baby”, Joshua chuckles while putting on his pajamas, ruffling his hair slightly. “It’s not my fault it was actually good for once!”, you whine and pat your face with your fingertips, hoping it’ll dry faster. “I have to say, the party was more fun than expected”, you comment, “Yeah, it was hilarious to see two instagrammers pulling each other’s extensions”, Joshua snorts. “You do know I’m an instagrammer too, right, Shua?”, you throw him a slight glare, “I know, but you ain’t fake like them, honey. Plus, you’ve never gotten in drama like this”.

As if on cue, a notification on Instagram pops up in your phone and you open the screen to a very surprising sight.

mingyu_k has started following you.

“Y/N?”, “Hm?”, “Is everything okay? You got serious all of a sudden”, Joshua rubs your arm soothingly. “Oh? N-No, it’s nothing important…Just a verification I forgot to do on the app, won’t take me long”, you reassure him. “Okay sweetie, I’ll be off to sleep”, he pecks your lips, “Don’t stay too much though, you need to rest!”, he chirps while exiting the bathroom and you flash a small smile.

Nothing important. Another lie within a night. About the same person.

You feel your hands getting clammy, not knowing what to do next. Kim Mingyu followed you on Instagram and you’re on the edge of panicking, because you can feel it in your bones that he did it with a purpose in mind. Suddenly, Joshua’s words during the party are brought to the surface again and they’re running laps in your brain, red flags going off left and right.

Then why did you press the follow back button? And most importantly, why are you still waiting over your phone and not going to sleep, wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms?

mingyu_k: you look even better than the photos, sweetheart

Of course he’s flirting, you think to yourself and type an answer, your manicured nails clicking on the screen.

its_yn: is that what you tell to every girl you follow?

Mingyu is currently laying on the king-sized bed of his hotel suite, only in a pair of tight, black boxers, quietly chuckling at your response, not wanting to wake up the naked girl who’s blissfully asleep right next to him - probably tired after getting railed by him after the party.

mingyu_k: only the ones who get my attention right away

He watches the three dots bounce on the screen of his phone and scoffs lightly when you reply to his message.

its_yn: sure sir playboy supermodel

mingyu_k: you’re flattering me, sweetheart

its_yn: don’t let it get to your head though

mingyu_k: that would be me getting in your pretty lil head, babe

mingyu_k: you thought i didn’t notice the way you were looking at me during the catwalk?

“Fuck”, you curse under your breath, feeling yourself heat up by each passing second, basically driven into a corner by Mingyu - how the hell did he notice you? There were so many people in the front rows and he walked on the catwalk for what? Thirty seconds? A minute? You couldn’t understand.

But it was so adrenaline-inducing, this little push and pull game you’ve both started, with no intentions of stopping any time soon, despite the underlying danger.

its_yn: so what? Is it a bad thing to admire a handsome person at work?

Mingyu smirks like a devil at your latest message and he glances over to the asleep girl, shifting a bit further away from her to open his camera and take a pic of his spread thighs and then another one, pressing ‘send’ immediately.

mingyu_k sent two photos.

You open the messages and your mouth goes agape at the sight of Mingyu’s deliciously muscular thighs being spread on the mattress. But the second picture is even worse - his perfectly sculptured face smirking in the camera, craning his neck backwards on purpose to flex it and the hint of his taut chest, oh God, his fucking chest-

its_yn: you’re fucking insane

mingyu_k: so what? Is it a bad thing to share pics with another pretty person?

mingyu_k: or are you scared of your pretty lil gentleman finding out?

“God, you fucking asshole”, you breathe out and run your hand through your hair in frustration.

its_yn: it’s getting late you know

mingyu_k: does my princess want her beauty sleep?

its_yn: i’m not your princess, mingyu

mingyu_k: of course you aren’t

mingyu_k: go back to your pretty prince baby, he’s probably waiting for you

its_yn: just don’t text me again

mingyu_k: I won't. but you will

its_yn: maybe in your dreams

mingyu_k: the only dreams you’ll see are yours with me, babe

All while you close your phone in a panic and silently go back to bed, slipping into Joshua’s arms, hoping his embrace would wash away your worries and guilt, Mingyu is laying back on the bed, a dirty, triumphant grin plastered on his face.

“What Kim Mingyu wants, Kim Mingyu will get it”, he mutters, licking the corner of his lips, shutting his eyes and letting sleep take over him.

Your sleep was terrible, to say the least.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the short conversation you had with Mingyu in your dms and you most certainly couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures he sent you. Yes, Joshua did warn you about his mannerisms, but you never expected he’d be so… direct with you. It made you nervous, but it also lit a spark inside you - as if the sudden attention he was giving you made you feel… wanted.

To be completely honest, you still love Joshua. But the amount of time you both have invested in your respective work has definitely dealt a damage to your relationship - in the most intimate part of it, specifically. In other words, you haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in almost a month. Waking up at completely different hours and returning home late has become a part of your routines and you aren’t even married yet.

Even today, you woke up alone, Joshua’s side completely empty and cold on the bed of the suite you were staying in. To his defense though, he did leave you a small note, apologizing for having to catch a different flight than you back to Seoul, saying he’d text you as soon as he gets to Incheon Airport.

You groggily get up and go to the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would wake you up and a rich breakfast at the hotel restaurant would charge you with much-needed energy before the trip back home.

About an hour later, you’re back in the room, taking your clothes out of the closet and carefully folding them and placing them in your suitcase. You check the time on your phone and opt to take a quick picture, uploading it on Instagram as a story, captioning it with “packing up for home <3”. Seeing you still have some time before checking out of the hotel, you decide to sit on the balcony, enjoying the beautiful view in front of you.

You had visited Paris on your first year anniversary with Joshua and you had the time of your life. You smile softly as you remember the fond memories you created with your beloved boyfriend, the walks you shared along the Elysian fields, on top of the Eiffel Tower.

Your phone rings all of a sudden, snapping you out of your dreamy state. You open the screen and cold sweat washes over your body as you see a new message from Mingyu, who happened to be the first one to see your story.

mingyu_k: only one suitcase, huh? did your prince charming leave you alone already?

"No rest for the wicked, huh", you scoff and open the chat, typing out your answer.

its_yn: none of your business

its_yn: it won't be long before I'm with him again anyways

You hope this will shut him up and leave you at your peace.

But of course not.

mingyu_k: maybe you will, maybe you won’t

its_yn: what the hell is that supposed to mean

mingyu_k: i’m just saying you might be led astray in the meantime, sweetheart

its_yn: by who? you?

mingyu_k: that’s on you, angel

You wanted to throw your phone off the balcony and scream out of frustration. Because Kim Mingyu was definitely frustrating you to no end. Why you? What was that made him stick to you like a leech in such a short period of time?

You’ve been thrown into a spiral of thoughts and guilt since last night, your little talk with Mingyu and his very provocative pics not letting you sleep peacefully, making your panties a mess - all while Joshua was sound asleep right next to you.

You shake your head sideways and try to get a grip of yourself. You huff and enter the room again, taking your suitcase and leaving the room, riding the elevator down to the reception and checking out earlier, hoping you’ll catch an earlier flight home.

You exit the hotel and go straight to the taxi waiting outside the hotel entrance, the driver helping you put the suitcase in the car. “Where to, miss?”, “Charles de Gaulle airport, please”, “Right away, miss”, the driver reassures you and you sit back comfortably, pulling out your phone to check whether you can change your ticket to an earlier flight. You call, hoping you’ll find a seat in time and after a quarter of talking on the phone, you manage to book a seat in business class with the 13:20 flight to Seoul.

The taxi ride passes in a blur and you find yourself bolting out of the car after paying the driver, rushing to pay for your ticket and get your luggage checked, your hands getting clammy. This is why I hate last minute changes, you think and groan, taking your luggage back and running to the airplane as fast as you can, completely missing the familiar pair of eyes who follow you until you enter the airplane.

A few minutes later, you’re safely in the plane, sitting on your seat, which is thankfully right next to the window. You take out your phone and call your boyfriend before your flight takes off.

“Babe?”, “Joshie? Where are you?”, “The flight made a stop at Dubai and I’m kinda stuck here for the time being. Where are you though? I saw your story this morning”, “Ahaha, yeah… About that”, you trail off with an awkward laugh. “You’re on the plane to Seoul, aren’t you?”, he asks with a knowing tone. “Okay fine, the flight departs in ten minutes! I couldn’t stay in Paris anymore. Especially alone”, you pout and he chuckles. “Did my angel get homesick already?”, “Yeah, kinda…”, “It’s okay, baby. Be patient and we’ll see each other again soon”, Joshua reassures you and the warmth of his tone calms you down.

For now.

“Attention please. The plane will depart shortly. You’re kindly requested to take your seats and fasten your seat belts”, you hear the announcement by the air hostess. “Hey Joshie?”, “I heard it, angel”, “Gotta go now”, “Okay, have a safe flight home, Y/N”, “You too, Josh”, you tell him and turn off the phone, fastening your seatbelt.

“Eager to see your prince charming, aren’t you, sweetheart?”, a deep voice is heard right next to you and you freeze in your seat as you turn around and see none other than Kim Mingyu sitting right next to you. On the same plane.

“What are you doing here?!”, “Getting ready to enjoy my flight, sweetheart”, Mingyu grins playfully and you feel absolutely powerless, cornered in your seat - quite literally. “Is this even your seat?”, you scoff, trying to ignore him, but he chuckles and fishes out his ticket. “Does that answer your question?”, he places it in your lap and to your dismay, the number of his seat is indeed the one right next to yours.

“Just my fucking luck”, you mutter under your breath. “Why the long face, Y/N? I think we could have a great time together”, Mingyu purrs in your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck are standing straight, his seductive tone already messing with your brain. “What is your problem, Mingyu?”, you face him, “Why are you so attached to me all of a sudden?”. You notice how his eyes darken, flashing his pearly white canines with a sultry smirk and you try to keep your composure because fuck, he looks so goddamn sexy and irresistible.

“You’ve piqued my interest, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, smart and successful - the last one without getting involved in drama, which is rare in our days”, he explains smoothly, his hand resting on your thigh. “May I remind you that I’m also taken?”, you swat his hand away, “I have a boyfriend, in case you forgot it”, you retort with a smile, but a rather venomous tone. “Your loyalty to your prince charming is adorable, Y/N”, “His name is-”, “Joshua Hong, yes, I’m fully aware of his name and his occupation”, Mingyu cuts you off with a light sneer, “But it’s that exact detail that attracts me, my dear”, “Do you thrive from ruining other people’s relationships, Kim Mingyu?”, “I thrive from reminding people what it feels like to be truly wanted again, Y/N L/N”, he inches closer, his hand resting under your chin, lips merely centimeters away from yours, “And I know for a fact that someone like you deserves to be treated like a fucking princess and not left alone to attend some business”, he finishes his sentence, punctuating the last part, his words sharp as a knife piercing your heart.

Because he was absolutely right.

“And what makes you think Joshua doesn’t treat me like a princess?”, you ask Mingyu with a raised eyebrow, the man in front of you scoffing and laughing afterwards. “Two things”, he swiftly replies, his finger running down your cheek. “One, your lil’ prince isn’t here with you, as he should have. Two..”, he mutters and leans in your ear.

“I’m right here and ready to do anything you want me to, sweetheart”.

“Fuck, Mingyu!”, you moan on his shoulder, your nails digging into his golden skin as he rams his cock inside you, your back pressed on the wall of the cramped airplane restroom. “Goddamnit, babe, you’re so fucking -ugh!- small, so tight”, Mingyu breathes in your ear, deep groans echoing in the small space, along with the squelching sounds of your pussy and your wetness dripping down his thick shaft with each thrust. “Y-You’re so b-big, Mingyu, so fucking thick!”, you look at him, biting your bottom lip to keep your noises down. “Oh yeah? You love the way I’m fucking your brains out, baby? Filling your tiny cunt to the brim?”, he smirks, hips relentlessly snapping against your ass, “Look at you, getting railed in such a tiny place, by the man you wanted to avoid the most…Ironic, isn’t it?”, he places sloppy kisses across your jawline, drawing mewl after mewl from your lips. “S-Shut up”, you whine and clench around his cock, making him chuckle darkly. “Stop pretending, sweetheart, I know you love this as much as I do~”, Mingyu grips the back of your thighs, pushing them nearly flat on your chest. You couldn’t think straight at this point, your mind filled with Mingyu and his cock stretching you out so deliciously, his sharp thrusts hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“M-Mingyu-”, “You’re gonna cum already, baby? Gonna cream my cock like the good little slut you are?”, Mingyu mocks you,but you can’t bring yourself to reply, your brain turned to putty from the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. “Just make me cum already!”, you whine and slot one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in rapid circles. “Fuck, I’m close, baby. Gonna cum”, “Cum in me”,”You-”, “Just do it, you asshole!”, you grit your teeth at him and Mingyu growls, his cock exploding inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your throbbing walls white.

You’re breathing unevenly, still clinging onto Mingyu, your lower half feeling like jello. He carefully puts you down, his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling down. “Are you trying to be a gentleman now?”, you groan as you feel his cum run down your inner thigh. “I’m always a gentleman, sweetheart”, he tilts your head upwards with his hand under your chin, placing a gentle kiss, his soft lips pressing on yours for a split second, before pulling away to admire your utterly disheveled state. “Fuck you, Kim Mingyu”, you accidentally moan and he pushes you on the wall again, slamming his fingers in your abused hole, pumping them steadily to make you push out all of his cum. “You just did that, sweetheart. In a fucking airplane, where anyone could walk in, you got railed like a pretty little cockhungry slut”, he sneers with a mocking tone, “But you enjoyed it, didn’t you, baby? You enjoyed getting your cunt filled with my cum, huh?”, he continues thrusting his fingers, more of his cum dripping down. “F-Fuck, I did! You fucked me so good, Mingyu!”, you whimper weakly and he stops his movements, withdrawing his fingers from your core.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, sweetheart?”, his demeanor changes immediately, his lips twitching in a cocky smirk. “You’re…a menace”, you look up at him with exhaustion in your eyes. “I know”, he chuckles and straightens up, tidying himself up and smoothing over his appearance. “W-What are you doing?”, “Baby, the flight isn’t over yet. Don’t wanna give the wrong impression to the other passengers”, Mingyu simply states, ready to open the door. “You better tidy up yourself too before landing home, sweetheart. Would be a real pity if your prince charming saw you in that state”, he nods while scanning your half-naked body, his words reminding you of what you just did.

You just cheated on Joshua. With the one man you were supposed to stay away from.

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half past five high - chapter 2 (lies upon lies)

Mingyu x fem!reader, Joshua x fem!reader

Genre: smut, a bit of fluff

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe), creampies, overstimulation, hair pulling, manhandling, degradation, cheating, lying (again)

Word count: ~2.5k (I think)

Summary: The little secret affair of Mingyu and reader continues...in her house, right under Joshua’s nose.

Author’s note: Chapter 2 is here and it’s even smuttier than the first one - enjoy ;)

Taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @berrryshortcake @boowanie @mangogyu @billboard-singer @gaebestie @jaeyux @aurumness @chwebychew

It’s been two weeks since you came back to Korea and you’ve barely seen Joshua in these fourteen days - again.

It felt as if these days had passed in a blur, but at the same time, excruciatingly slowly. Even the last minute flight you had taken from Paris was like a distant memory stored in the back of your brain.

He has been insanely busy, trying to set up his first ever exhibition and the preparations have been time and energy consuming before comprehension. Of course, you were happy for him, because all of his hard work has finally paid off, but shopping around Seoul and socializing is still not enough to cover the sentimental void of his absence - although ‘socializing’ isn’t exactly the correct word to put it.

Fucking around with Mingyu has definitely taken your mind away from your worries. That is, if you have any sanity left after getting railed into next week every time you meet up with him. Ever since your little sexcapade on the plane home, his Mustang parked in the gate of your penthouse in Seongbuk-dong has become a frequent occurrence and you gotta thank for choosing the specific spot, hidden in the mountains - mainly for the view, but nowadays, privacy has never been more important.

Part of you felt guilty for cheating on Joshua and acting lovey-dovey whenever you are with him, all while you’re sleeping with Mingyu, sometimes in fancy hotel rooms, sometimes in the same bed you share with your boyfriend.

But fuck, you would be lying if you said that Mingyu wasn’t sex on legs, proving it every single time you met.

It’s like he had memorized your sweet spots the first time he fucked you on that damned last minute flight and he never misses a chance to abuse them in every way possible. His tongue greedily tasting your skin, lips mapping out your body, his fingers leaving a symphony of red and purple blotches on your skin. Your brain simply cannot comprehend how effortlessly Mingyu can make you cum with his mouth, hands and cock alike, satisfying all of your carnal needs.

But that’s as far as he can go.

You’re lying on the bed, the pristine silk sheets soiled from your juices and Mingyu’s cum running down freely from your puffy, spent hole again. You have half of a sane mind to get up on your elbows and see your lover talking on the phone, presumably with his manager. He spots you and puts his finger over his lips in a shushing motion, making you frown. Ever the workaholic, you roll your eyes.

“When is the opening?...Next week, huh? That’s pretty convenient. Okay, I’ll call you back once I check my schedule again. Congrats again, bro. See ya”, he ends the call and puts his phone over his discarded t-shirt, turning his attention to you.

“Are you done now?”, you sigh and Mingyu scoffs lightly, approaching the edge of the bed with slow steps in all of his naked glory. He climbs on top of you, caging you between his muscular frame and the mattress, hungrily licking his lips. “Sweetheart… don’t get greedy when I’m working”, he says with a sweet voice, but you can recognize the stern undertone. “Attending another opening, Gyu? What is it this time?”, you ask him and your voice wavers a bit as you feel his cock resting on your still drenched slit. “A friend of mine is opening his own club next week in Gangnam and he wants me to attend the event”, Mingyu replies, grinding his hips on you slowly and chuckling at your neediness, “You know…For exposure and stuff”, he adds and attaches his lips on the base of your neck, sloppily sucking on the spot. “A-As if you don’t like going to c-clubs”, you whine, “Gossip magazines are all about your club escapades -fuck!”, you’re cut off mid-sentence as Mingyu slides his cock in your cunt again, knocking the air out of your lungs. “You’re one to talk, princess - sipping on high end champagne at luxury lounges isn’t quite far off from my way of entertainment”, he retorts and wraps his large hand around your throat, pressing the sides softly. He laughs once he feels your cunt tighten around his shaft and notices how your eyes flutter from the incoming pleasure you’re experiencing.

“We’re similar in more ways than one, my dear Y/N”, he trails wet kisses from your neck to your jawline, his cock completely still inside you. “I just happen to be a lil’ bit more fucked up than you”, he whispers in your ear and bucks his hips into you, a loud gasp escaping your lips. He props himself on his hands and starts ramming his cock in your cunt again, just like he did ten minutes ago, still hard from watching his own cum dripping from you.

“F-Fuck! F-Feels so good, Gyu!”, you whine underneath him, your tits bouncing with every thrust he delivers. “First on the plane back home and now on the bed you share with your pretty little photographer? Talk about an upgrade, princess”, Mingyu sneers and the sound of your phone ringing on your nightstand cuts through the sexual atmosphere. He stretches his arm and picks the device in his hand, an impish grin on his lips. “Speak of the devil”, he shows you the screen and your eyes widen with horror when you see Joshua’s name on it.

“Mingyu, pull out-”, “Answer it, Y/N”, “But-”, “I said. Answer the fucking phone”, he lowers his tone and you pick it up, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

“H-Hey Shua”, “Put it on speaker”, Mingyu mouths and you press the speaker option on your screen. “Hey babe, what’s up?”, the sweet voice of your boyfriend echoes in the room, “A-All good, baby. W-What about you? Is everything r-ready for the exhibition?”, you ask with the most normal tone you can muster. “Yes, finally, thank God - hey, are you okay? You sound like you’re panting”, he asks with a worried tone and you bite your bottom lip hard from guilt and embarrassment. “Answer his question, baby”, Mingyu leans down to whisper in your ear teasingly. “I’m okay, Joshie! I’m w-watching a new workout routine video!”, you blatantly lie and your lips are parted in a silent scream as Mingyu changes his pace to painstakingly slow yet full thrusts, your mind spinning from the curves and ridges of his cock rubbing deliciously against your tight walls.

“Take it easy, champion. I don’t want you to be tired later”, Joshua chuckles from the other end of the call. “Y-You got something planned for us?”, “Can’t tell you much, but you should dress up nicely, sweetheart~”, “When will you be h-home?”, you suppress a moan while keeping up with the conversation, Mingyu getting more pissed with each passing second. “I’ll be home in an hour. Better be ready by then, baby”, “Okay, baby. See you then”, you end the call in a haste and you let out a ragged breath, hoping you were persuasive enough to deceive your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry - ah!”, you whine pathetically as Mingyu pulls out and manhandles you into all fours, pressing your head in the mattress as he slams his cock back in your cunt, ramming it at a rather brutal pace. “You really are a greedy little bitch, huh? Arranging a stupid date with your stupid little boyfriend all while your slutty cunt is filled with my cock”, he grits his teeth, nails digging in the skin of your waist, “Maybe I should dump all of my cum in your hole again, make you keep it inside your cunt as you get ready for your little date. How does that sound, sweetheart?”, he grips your hair and pulls your head back. “Please cum in me, Gyu, please!”, you sob loudly, thighs visibly trembling. “Cumming already, babygirl? Go on then, cum on my cock like the whore you are, make us both cum”, he growls and you scream his name when your orgasm hits you, squirting unstoppably with each of his thrust. “That’s it, baby, show how much of a cockdrunk whore you are, squirt more for me”, he chuckles darkly as he keeps thrusting his cock inside you, spurting his cum and painting your walls white once more. “T-Too much, Gyu, it’s t-too much!”, you sob from overstimulation and Mingyu pulls out, making you gasp from the loss between your legs.

“W-What the fuck!”, you curse at him, feeling too weak to turn around and get up from the bed. “Don’t curse at me, sweetheart, you know you don’t have much time left either way”, Mingyu scoffs as he gets dressed, “Besides, you don’t really want your little prince to see us together, right?”, “You have a point there”, you huff and try to get up, but your legs are still too wobbly. “Easy now, princess”, Mingyu strides towards you and wraps his arms around your midriff to keep you from falling on the floor. “Here you go again…”, you mutter through gritted teeth, but Mingyu cuts you off with a searing kiss that lasts merely a few seconds and he pulls away once he makes sure you can stand on your own two feet. “I’d love to stay more, but you need to get ready for your date”, he punctuates the last word with a rather bitter tone and puts on his sunglasses, his hand on the door. “Oh and you better change those sheets, baby. We don’t want to show dear Joshie the mess you made, right?”, he adds and bids you farewell with his lips puckered in the shape of a flying kiss, closing the door behind him.

“So much for acting like a gentleman….”, you roll your eyes and the roaring engine of Mingyu’s Mustang catches your attention, watching as the sleek black vehicle disappears from the gate of the penthouse, hoping he’ll make it in Seoul before crossing paths with Joshua. Speaking of which, you now have approximately forty minutes to change the ruined sheets, clean yourself up and get ready before your boyfriend is home to pick you up.

You decide to hop into the shower and get cleaned up, the mess between your legs proving too much to handle. The water cascading on your naked body soothes you immediately and you bring your hand between your legs, gasping at the amount of cum that dribbles on the tiled floor. “Gosh, that man..”, you half moan and slip two fingers inside, pumping them steadily to push all of his cum out and clean yourself good, but you can’t help but moan even louder, your digits gaining speed and Mingyu’s name slipping past your lips like a mantra as you cum for the fourth time today, your body slumping against the wet wall.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you need to get out of the shower as soon as possible and you hastily pour some shower gel on your body, rubbing it all over to remove your sweat (and cum), washing your hair afterwards and turning off the water as soon as the foam from your head and body is washed away. You check the time on your phone and you have approximately twenty five minutes left to dress up and cover up any trace of Mingyu left behind. You completely remove the soiled bed sheets and toss them into the hamper, hastily putting new ones on the mattress, not caring about the forming wrinkles of the fabric.

“Closet, closet…”, you anxiously mutter and run towards your closet, opening it to search through the myriad of clothes. You take a peek at the built-in mirror and your eyes wander on your reflection, red and purple blotches littered across your skin. Thank God they can be covered, you think and opt for a black, long sleeve turtleneck dress that rests a bit above your knees. You put on a fresh set of underwear and slip into your dress, checking the time again - 6:45. Joshua was merely a few minutes away from home and your hair was still wet, no makeup, shoes or any other accessory on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, you squeal in a state of panic as you rummage through your drawers to find a bag and a few jewelry to put on, along with a pair of strappy stiletto heels.

You run back and forth in the bedroom and bathroom, your mind turned into that cartoonish, black scribble, completely missing Joshua parking his car right outside the entrance of your penthouse (blame it on the soundless engine). You’re hurriedly blow-drying your hair and the sound of the hairdryer is completely cancelling any other sound around you, including the door clicking shut.

“Still not ready?”, Joshua stands on the doorframe of the bathroom and you yelp, the hairdryer almost falling from your hands. “Fuck- you scared me!”, you whine and unplug the device, picking up the hairbrush, in an attempt to tidy up your hair. “I didn’t mean to, but I thought I told you to be ready when I get home”, he raises an eyebrow playfully and you gulp from embarrassment, the gears in our brain turning rapidly in order to find a believable lie.

“I got carried away with that work out program and got into the bathroom kinda late...”, you explain with the most stable voice you can muster, all while smoothing down your hair and working on your makeup. “You do realize you look perfect, don’t you?”, Joshua chuckles. “I just wanna be fit, okay?”, you retort while applying foundation. “I know, angel, I know. I just want you to... not lose yourself”, “What do you mean, Josh?”, “I mean that working 24/7 as an influencer could have a... not so positive impact on your mental state, since there’s a lot of toxicity going around social media”, he chooses his words carefully. “Awww Joshie”, you feel your heart melt at his heartfelt words and you can’t help but give him a tight hug, “I know how much you care about me, but you really don’t have to worry, okay?”, you pull away and press a soft kiss on his lips.

“I hope you’re done with your makeup, because we’re really going to miss that reservation”, Joshua laughs, “Just let me put some mascara and lipstick on at least!”, you whine and slap the aformentioned makeup products on and take your purse with you, looping your arm around Joshua’s, his hand resting on the small of your back as you exit your house, making your way towards the car.

You had missed these moments with your boyfriend - playful banter, sharing a nice meal, exchanging kisses and encouraging, honest words of love.

You missed those moments.

Yet why were you still lying to him about your secret affair with Mingyu?

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