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killingmebtob · 6 years ago

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First Time // Seo Eunkwang

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: First Time

Characters: Eunkwang

Summary: There’s a meaning behind every meeting.

Author’s Note: My first biggest and longest project whew. So here’s the inspiration lists: concept of the first time is by a Chinese song, literally called <First Time> by singer Michael Wong, a few lines from this is inspired by the MV and the song <Here, After, Us> by Chinese band, Mayday, and of course my partner in crime Fiq! Lastly, enjoy <3

The first time I saw her.

I was dragged to an outing with a few friends, rather reluctantly because there will be people that I do not know and I would rather stay in my dorm to rest on an off day without practice. I just hate the feeling of meeting and getting to know new people all over again. But upon entering the cafe, I thanked fate that I came. For I met a fallen angel that left me in awe with every breath that she took. The way she sashayed as she led us to an empty table in the cafe that we had set as our gathering venue; the way she laughed clearly at the jokes made; the way her eyes sparked against the sunlight; the way her pony tail swing as she walked. I did not manage to gather the courage to approach her as I hid among the other boys throughout the whole outing.

Not wanting to let another chance slipped, I promised myself to be brave when I see her again.

The first time I talked to her.

It must be fate.

The face that greeted me when I stepped into the store was the one I so wanted to see again. She smiled back at me, a sense of familiarity surrounded us as she showed me to my table. Thankfully, I had beaten my laziness into submission today and had decided to take a walk around on my off day.

“You’re Eunkwang, right?” she asked as I studied the menu. I nodded, secretly screaming and congratulating myself that she remembered. She must have felt that I remembered who she is as well.

“What do you recommend here?”

“I would say the matcha latte is good. It warms you in this cold autumn

But little did she know, all I needed was her to keep me warm in this weather.

I went with what she recommended. While waiting for the drink, my fingers fidgeted as I thought of a plan to talk to her officially.

I have to. I need to.

“Here’s your latte,” her sweet voice interrupted my thoughts.

In a panic, I raised my hand only to accidentally knock over the hot liquid she had in her hands. I yelped when my legs came in contact with the hot temperature. Her subsequent flustering just made everything felt alright. She hurriedly took out tissues to wipe it off, though not helping but I felt myself froze against her touch.

“I’m so sorry. Please let me pay for the washing,” she offered, which I gently rejected.

“I’m so sorry, what can I do to make up to you?” she muttered mostly to herself as she continued to clean up the mess.

“Going out with me once may help.”

The first time I went out with her.

For the tenth time, I checked my outfit in front of the mirror. I did not want to look awful next to her. She would be looking her best, as beautiful as she already is. Deciding to not complicate my outfit, I went with a simple shirt and a pair of jeans, pulling a denim jacket over. Checking myself out for the last time, I inhaled deeply but it did nothing to slow down my fast heart beat.

I glanced around as I looked for traces of her. I decided to meet her here in this cafe as I had heard good reviews but had not had the chance to try it. While I was checking my plans for the day once again, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

“Hello,” she did a small wave with her hand after our eyes met.

“Hello,” I replied, letting out a breath I did not know I was holding until I saw her.

When I said she would be looking her best, she really was. A simple yellow dress that stopped mid-thigh with a coat over to protect herself from the cold, she had her hair down this time, spilling over her shoulders.

“I’m sorry if you waited for long,” she apologised, adjusting the hem of her dress as her smile brightened up the gloomy day.

“No I didn’t, let’s get inside.”

I pulled the door open, allowing her to enter first. It took us some time to get a table as it was a busy weekend at the cafe.

“What would you like?” I asked, reading the menu from our table.

“Just a latte will do,” she replied while digging for her wallet.

“This one’s on me,” I smiled a small one before heading towards the counter.

I added two slices of cheesecake into the order. Hoping it was a flavour she liked, with the full tray, I walked back towards our table, drawing her attention away from her phone.

“How did you know I like cheesecake?” She exclaimed excitedly, her eyes glittered with happiness. I sighed in relief, glad that everything was going on well. Removing everything from the tray, I took the seat opposite her as she took the first bite of the cheesecake.

“This is good,” she hummed as she dug in for another bite. Not wanting to spoil the mood, I sat there quietly, admiring her happy side. I soon realized she had cream stuck at the side of her lips.

“There’s something there,” I said, slowly raising my hand to clean it off.

But she did not seem to notice my intention, picking up a piece of tissue to wipe her lips clean. She smiled, being thankful that she was told about it. Awkward that I was not in time to help, I cleared my throat before picking up the fork to dig in.

“Where to now?” She asked after exiting the makeup shop she requested to stop by.

I pulled my phone out for the nth time, though knowing she was annoyed that I had been on my phone too often throughout the whole time with her. But I did not dare to tell her that my plans were all listed out in it. It was supposed to be movie time. I glanced around for the cinema, remembering it was somewhere around.

“You had everything planned out,” I heard her voice right next to my ear, scaring me in the broad daylight. In a hurry, I slide my phone back into my back pocket.

“Wh - what.. N - no…” I avoided all eye contact, embarrassed that she found out. The side of the lips lifted up to meet her cheeks. She let out a soft chuckle, stepping into my field of vision before tucking the fallen strain of hair behind her ears.

“It’s fine, I like how you took the time you spent with me seriously. So, what’s the next item on your list?”

The first time I confessed to her.

I walked past her cafe a few minutes before she clocked off. We chatted often through text, and she told me she was finishing work in the evening. Deciding to finally get it off my chest, I waited outside her workplace, hoping to walk her home at least.

“See you tomorrow!” I heard her chirpy voice called out. I straightened my back, stepping out from the small corner I found right outside the cafe. She was on her phone before she realized someone was there.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she squealed in surprise, her smile lighting up the otherwise the dark night.

“I was just walking by and I just happen to see you leaving. Are you catching the train home?” She nodded at my question.

“Let’s go together then,” I gestured, allowing her to make the move first.

The walk to the train station was a cold but enjoyable one. As autumn was fading into winter, the cold wind blew at us without mercy. We hurriedly brisk-walked to the station, seeking shelter from the weather.

“Finally, it’s a day off tomorrow,” she started after we boarded the train. I awkwardly patted on her back as a form of comfort.

“Service line is never easy,” I commented. She nodded in agreement.

“I’m thinking of getting a desk job soon.” she added.

“It’ll have better working hours, you really should.” She smiled in return as I agreed with her.

The short train ride was filled with mindless conversation as we talked about our respective days and activities. When we reached her stop, I did not respond to her goodbyes and instead, followed her out.

“This isn’t your stop, right?” she questioned, after realizing that I alighted with her.

“It’s dark, I should walk you home.”

She tried to reject but due to my stubborness, I refused to budge which resulted in her giving in eventually. Her place was relatively near to the subway station. She shivered as another gust of wind blew at us. In a flash, I pulled my coat down and placed it over her shoulder.

“You’ll be cold,” she barely said as she continued to shiver.

“I’ll be fine,” I reassured her.

No one breathed a word, for it was too cold to speak. But at the corner of our minds, we knew that we would be talking over text till someone fell asleep again. We finally reached her apartment. She pulled my coat away from her to return it to me.

“Thanks for walking me back. Hurry back home, alright? The temperature is dropping.” Concern filled her voice.

“Are you chasing me away now?” I joked, lightening the mood a little.

“I would never, but you have to go before it gets colder than this.” She gave me a last smile before she turned around to key in her passcode for her door.

“Actually, I have something I need to tell you.” I said as soon as her door was pushed open. She turned around, a questioning expression plastered on her face.

“I really like you. Will you give me a chance?”

The first time I held her hands.

Winter was finally here to stay, the temperature continued to drop drastically. With our thick coats, we walked down the street towards the movie theatre. It was the weekend and the company gave me a time off. Thankfully, with her new desk job, her working hours now clashed with mine, allowing us more time to meet during our non-working days.

The walk was not long but it was tiring due to the cold wind. At the corner of my eye, I saw her blowing hot air into her palms to keep them warm, before rubbing them against each other to create more heat from the friction. Before I could register my own actions, I reached out for one of her hand, held it in mine before inserting them into my own coat pocket. I could feel my cheeks burning, my ears turning red. But she did not seem to mind as she kept it there. Her hand was soft like her personality, smooth due to the hand cream she applied often, but cold like the weather.

Slowly, I intertwined my fingers with hers in the small compartment. And just like this, we made our way towards our destination, the both of us trying to hide our smiles.

The first time I hugged her.

I decided to spend time with her after her work. Grateful that practice ended earlier, I waited outside her company building. Finally seeing her figure making its way out of her workplace, her smile greeted me, surprised at my presence.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought of walking you home.”

She was lucky to get a job in this company where it was just a walking distance from her place. She went on filling me in about her day, about how her colleagues took care of her as a newbie. I felt relieved and happy that she was taken care of when I could not be with her.

The ringing of a bicycle bell brought me back to reality. In a hurry, I pulled her towards me as the bicycle sped past through the space created by my quick reflex. Glancing towards the back, I made sure there was no other cyclist riding past us. I felt her awkwardly pushing herself away from me and the idea of what had just happened finally hit me.

“I’m sorry I -”

“It’s ok, thanks for saving me.”

We finished the short walk in silence, the feeling of her close to me clouded my mind. How her petite body fit into mine perfectly, how our height difference was enough for her to lean her head onto my chest.

“Thanks for the walk.” She smiled a small one, the awkwardness still in the air.

As she started to push the door open, I inhaled deeply, mustering the courage needed. Grabbing onto her arm, I pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her. I felt her tensed against my chest, probably still in a slight shock from the earlier event as well. Slowly, she raised her arms upwards, hugging me back. I rested my head on top of hers as I felt her melting into my embrace. I took in the scent of her perfume, feeling myself getting drunk on it.

We stayed like this for as long as we could remember. Reluctantly, I pulled back, allowing her to enter her apartment to rest for the night. Before she closed the door, she gave me a last glance with a smile.

“Good night.”

The first time I shared a kiss with her.

Christmas vibe filled the air, christmas trees were everywhere and christmas carols could be heard wherever we went. It was our first Christmas together. We decided to just catch a dinner together due to the extreme weather. Walking past a huge christmas tree in front of a shopping mall, she stopped in her track to admire the beautiful scene. I stood next to her as we sighed.

All was well until I heard her sneeze. Turning around to face her, her nose was red. Realizing she did not have a scarf around her bare neck, I hurriedly pulled mine off and wrapped it around her.

“Why didn’t you dress more? It’s cold, you should take care of yourself. Remember to wrap yourself more in this weather,” I unknowingly started to nag at her, worried that she might catch a cold.

But she did not breathe a word, the whole time she was just eyeing my every action as I tied it around her neck. After securing the scarf with a knot, my eyes lifted up to meet hers. A smile on her lips, her eyes were speaking for her; thankfulness, happiness, and something else.

My eyes darted towards her rosy lips before meeting her dark orbs once again. Catching the atmosphere, I leaned down slowly. I was careful to pick up any signs from her, but she did not seem to budge. Taking it as an approval, my lips brushed past hers gently. I felt myself holding my breath as I leaned back a little to stare into her eyes. They were searching for something in mine. Plucking enough courage to go on, my lips landed softly on hers. My arms snaked around her waist, pushing her nearer to me, closing all the gaps between us. We pulled back, in need of oxygen. My gaze bored into her eyes, not regretting any moment from earlier.

“I’m not apologizing, because I’ve been wanting to do it.”

The first time I shared the same dream with her.

As soon as I received that reply from her, I rushed down to her place, asking for permission to leave practice early. I knocked on her door repeatedly, desperate for her to open it right away. I heard a faint “coming” from inside before the door opened. A pale-looking her came into sight.

“Are you alright?” The first thing I asked after she opened the door wider to let me in.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” she countered weakly.

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s get you back to bed.”

I scooped her up with both of my arms, rushing to her bedroom. Surprised at my sudden action, she hung her arms loosely around my neck, slipping into unconsciousness in my arms.

I placed the back of my palm on her forehead, realizing she was burning. Fetching a small bowl filled with tepid water and a handkerchief, I dipped it into the bowl and dabbed her forehead and exposed skin softly, hoping to bring her body temperature down. She stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly as I was wiping down her arms.

“Sleep,” I said gently.

“Thank you.” I made out among all her mumbling.

“Get well soon, alright?” I brushed her loose strands of hair out of her face.

I stood up with the bowl in my hands. As I was turning around towards the door, I heard her mumbling again.

“Will you be here when I wake up tomorrow?”

With a small smile, I placed the bowl back onto the table and cupped her hand. “I’ll be here till the end.”

“Even after I grow old?”

“Even when we’re both old.”

The first time I was lied to by her.

It had been a few hours since her last reply. It had never happened before, the longest she took was just an hour or two. Even if she was busy, she would tell me so and said she would reply me later. But it was now the late evening but there was no news from her at all. Picking up my phone, I dialed her number, impatiently waiting for the line to go through. It did after a few more rings than necessary, as compared to usual.

“Hello?” Her voice was breathy, as if she had been panting before picking up the call.

“Where are you?”

There was a pause before she spoke again, making me frowned in confusion. “I’m on the way home.”

Before I could reply, I heard someone in the background calling for her. “Hey, what’s taking you so long…. Come on back in…..”

I heard her sigh.

“I’ll text you when I’m home, alright? Bye!” she said in a clipped tone before hanging up.

But not a single text was received that night.

The first time I was stood up by her.

I tapped my fingers against the table as minutes ticked by. Glancing at the door from time to time, I wondered if she was stuck in traffic or if something had happened to her while on the way. Fishing my phone out, I checked for the fifth time that there was not any texts from her at all. Wild thoughts flashed through my mind, causing me to shake my head to get rid of them. Deciding to just give her a call, she finally picked up after a few rings.

“Hello,” I started.

However, before I could even ask her where she was, she interrupted me. “I’ll call you back, I’m busy.” And she hung up.

I didn't even get to breath another word.

The first time I argued with her

Estimating the time she had clocked off from work, I dialed her number. I missed her, as much as I was suspicious of her, I still missed her. We had not seen each other for days, our dates kept getting postponed because of our respective schedules and she always sounded tired when she called. After a few rings, Her tired voice greeted me.

“Hello.” “Are you home?” I asked, concern lacing my voice

“Yeah, I just got home.”

“From work?” I cursed myself inwardly for revealing my suspicions. I was supposed to tread carefully around this subject and especially not when she just reached home.

“Where else?”

I cringed at her cold voice. She was not like this, she used to be all chirpy and cheerful. It felt like I was now talking to a stranger I used to know.

“Where were you last night?” I hate that I sounded accusatory and over-bearing. I heard her sigh over the phone before she replied, as if she was bored of talking to me.

“I had to work overtime.”

“You could’ve at least send a text.”

Silence filled the air before I heard her groan in frustration. “I forgot about it, I’m so sorry.” “And you said you’ll send a text when you’re home. I was worried.”

“I’m sorry alright, I was out drinking with clients,” she explained harshly, extinguishing any warmth that had been in her voice.

I stayed silent for a while as I took in the implications of her lie. Why did she keep it to herself? What was she afraid of? Did she have something to hide from me? What else had she lied about?

“You could’ve just tell me. I have nothing against it,” I muttered.

“I didn’t want you to get worried.”

Why did that even sound like a lie to my ears? “I would if you hadn’t tell me too, just tell me what’s wrong with that?”

She clicked her tongue, her irritation loud and clear over the phone. “Darn it, I didn’t come home after a long day to argue with you!”

“Were you busy at work, or with someone else?” I asked after a pause, my voice rising at the end as I failed to hold by my worry and temper.

“Look, I don’t get why you’re suspecting me now. If you don’t believe me then so be it!”

The line went dead soon after. I threw my phone onto my bed, pissed that an argument occurred instead of a lovely call I had in mind.

I did not even manage to say “I miss you”.

The first time I broke up with her.

She called me early on a Sunday morning, wanting to meet me in the cafe where we had our first date. Dressed to my best, I was excited to see her. Despite the arguments and the short replies from her, I continued to yearn to see her whenever possible. My eyes sorted for her as soon as I entered the cafe. She had her head hanging as she was at a table waiting for me.

“Hey, did you wait for long? Should I get you something?” I asked excitedly as soon as I reached her.

“Don’t, it’s fine. I just need to tell you something and I’ll leave,” she said in a stern voice which scared me. I slowly took my seat opposite her.

“What is it?” I asked, even though a part of me did not want her to reply.

“Let’s… let’s end it here.”

I felt as if time had stopped everything around me as I stared at her, her head still hanging. She gripped the handkerchief in her hands, twisting and turning it as she continued to avert her eyes away from mine. Her shoulders were hunched forward; the figure of a helpless woman.

“What? Why?” I found myself whispering, still in disbelief.

“It’s just that… It’s suffocating. I can’t take it…”

She lifted her head to meet my eyes for the first time. She looked pale, tired, exhausted. But a cold determination had set in them, a hint that she had made this decision and would not change it under any circumstances.

“What did I do wrong?”

She sighed and gave me a weak smile. “Nothing, you deserve someone better. I can’t be that woman for you.”

She did not even wait for my reply. She stood up, giving me a last bow while sniffing her nose before leaving. If I wasn’t lying to myself, at the corner of my eye, I saw her wiping tears off her eyes.

I did not know exactly what happened after that. Everything was a blur. I did not know how I left the cafe or how I made my way to the bus stop. I was only aware that I made the decision to take the long bus ride back to my dorm. It was only when I felt the tell-tale signs of tears pouring from my eyes that I knew deep in my soul that she was gone.

And I did not even get to say a proper goodbye.

The first time I led my life without her.

It was Christmas once again. Time sure passed fast when you became busier. Having the need to spend some time alone before we got busy with our debut preparation, I found myself wandering around the busy city. Couples were linking arms while walking down the streets, families were having Christmas dinners. I stopped in my tracks when I realized where I ended up walking aimlessly to..

This was where we were last year. It had been months ever since I started a life without her. I looked up at the huge Christmas tree; it was prettier than the one we saw last year. Memories started flooding in without consent, I smiled bitterly at the happy moments we once had together. I realised then that to forget her, I had thrown myself into work and forced myself to be busy so that I would not even think about her. Now, the memories came to me with a single-minded vengeance. We were blissfully happy, we were blessed, we had a future planned with each other in it.

But everything came to an end easily, an end that both of us did not forsee. Why do people fall in love if their love would not last in the future?

But now, I just hope that she was leading a happier life with someone else that deserved her.

And forget that I was still all alone, just as she left me.

I just hope you will find happiness after us That’s all I want

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lokolokong-manunulat · 3 years ago

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on the rocks (Seo Eunkwang x Reader) | 18+

Title: on the rocks

Word Count: 2, 174

Summary: Eunkwang comes home after a stressful day at work and [Y/N] helps him unwind.

Warning/s: Smut. Minors, please don't interact.

Wattpad Link: on the rocks (Seo Eunkwang x Reader) | 18+

Inspiration: "on the rocks" by OSTER Project

Eunkwang parked his car in front of his house. It was a hectic day. There was paperwork to fill out, meetings to attend, and there were also the public appearances he had to do to keep up his image.

He got out of the car and the crisp cool air of the night hit him. He breathed a sigh of relief that the day was over but he was already dreading the next day where he would go through all of it again.

Eunkwang looked towards the house, the warm color of the lights gave him a comforting feeling. He was home. At last.

He walked towards the door and was a little disappointed when he didn't see her welcome him home as he stepped inside the house.

"Huh, I wonder where she is." Eunkwang muttered as he closed the door from behind him and observed his surroundings, trying to figure out where his wife was.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a blue sticky note on the wall just beside the stairs.

Taking it off the wall he read the scrawled writing that he recognizes as his wife's handwriting.

"I'm waiting for you upstairs," It said and Eunkwang smiled since it's a common practice for them to leave notes for each other.

He placed the note in his pocket and went upstairs, knocking on the door of their bedroom before he entered.

The dimly lit room took him by surprise at first, there were small candles on the bedside tables and on the small coffee table at the foot of the bed. Placed there were a bucket of ice, a bottle of whiskey, and a lone glass.

As his eyes wandered over to the bed, he saw his wife sitting on it. She was wearing a red dress that reached a few inches just above her knees and it had thin red straps that rested on her shoulders. Her right hand held a thick book that lowered down when she saw him come into view and it was here that he saw the cleavage of her dress went deeper than what he was used to seeing her wear.

Eunkwang stood there speechless for a moment. He didn't know what was happening. Was there a special occasion? Did he forget? He could feel the panic rise in his chest at the thought of a forgotten anniversary.

"Eunkwang-ie?" [Y/N], his wife, placed the book on her side of the counter just a few inches away from her glass of whiskey on the rocks while simultaneously closing the desklamp. She walked over to him and touched his cheek. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." He smiled and took her hand to place kisses on it. "Did I forget something though? What's the occasion?"

"There's no occasion," [Y/N] giggled at the feel of his lips on her skin. "I just felt like it would be nice to unwind for a while."

"Oh, is that so?" Eunkwang stopped kissing her hand and he took off his coat before he hung it on a peg. "The room looks beautiful, my dear."

"Thank you, dear." She smiled and she invited him to sit on the bed. "You must be tired. Here, let me help you relax."

[Y/N] took the briefcase from his hand and placed it on his desk, she then placed some ice on the empty glass and poured some whiskey into it before she gave it to her husband.

"Thank you," Eunkwang smiled and he took a small sip.

"Would you like a massage?" She asked as she hopped on the bed to sit behind him.

He nodded his head and her gentle hands started to massage his shoulders. Meanwhile, Eunkwang undid the knot of his tie and proceeded to open a few buttons of his shirt. He relaxed under her touch as she hit each spot perfectly to which he would utter a moan of satisfaction. She would softly giggle in response as she kept on working.

"How was work?" [Y/N] asked as she finished up.

"Tiring but worth it." He smiled. "To be honest, I've been dreading the next few days since it's become pretty stressful."

"Oh, yikes." She uttered. "I'm sure you can do it, Eunkwang-ie! I believe in you! But is there anything I can do to help?"

"You've already done plenty."

"Oh, please, Eunkwang." [Y/N] giggled. "This is kinda like the bare minimum."

"Not to me it isn't," He placed the glass on the coffee table. "Whenever I leave the office and remember that I'm coming home to you, you fill me with so much happiness and I feel like I can take on whatever challenges life will throw at me. That's more than I could ever ask for."

Eunkwang turned around to face her and he gave her a soft smile.

"Only you could ever do that to me." He kneeled in front of her and the back of her hand caressed his cheek as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Well then," [Y/N] whispered with a smile as she slowly leaned closer to him. "Welcome home, Eunkwang."

She could feel his hands on her waist as they sealed the gap. They could still taste the sweetness of the whiskey in their mouths as their soft kisses began to go faster and deeper than the last.

Her hands tangled themselves on his hair, slightly tugging every now and again as he pulled her closer to him so that he could savor every bit of her.

Eunkwang laid down on the bed, pulling [Y/N] along with him as they both parted to breathe. He looked up at her, mouth slightly agape as she took deep breaths. She was straddled on top of him and as his hands stroked her thighs, Eunkwang noticed that there were slits on the sides of her dress that reached up to her waist. He could spy the thin strap of what seems to be her underwear as he moved the fine red fabric of the skirt aside.

[Y/N]'s soft sighs prompted him to look up at her again and he saw her tilt her head back with her eyes closed, mouth slightly open as she gasped heavily under his touch.

Eunkwang could feel his face heat up at the sight, he pulled on the thin red string and lowered it down enough for his hand to fit so that he could pleasure her.

[Y/N] could feel the warmth of his hand from underneath her and the slow gesture of his fingers made her let out a low groan.

Her fingers hovered over his shirt and she undid each of the buttons, she leaned down to give him a quick kiss before she began kissing the area of his neck and shoulder. Eunkwang let out a moan as he could feel her lips sucking and biting on his skin, the feel of her breath on his bare skin sent chills down his spine as she trailed kisses down to his chest then to his abdomen and finally stopping just above his waist where his belt kept his pants in place.

They both locked eyes for a moment, watching as they took deep breaths and taking in each other's dishevelled appearance but also wanting to see themselves at their limit.

[Y/N]'s fingers unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before she pulled them down.

Eunkwang chuckled at her displeased expression and the whine that slipped out of her mouth when he took out his fingers from underneath her so that she could fully slide off his pants and boxers. Before [Y/N] returned to her position, he slid down her thin red underwear and threw it aside.

He placed his hands firmly on her waist as she slowly grinded down on him. Eunkwang let out a groan as he felt the tightness inside of her while [Y/N] let out a loud moan as she felt the momentary pain turn into bliss.

The slow rocking of their bodies got faster and faster until they felt the strong urge to release.

"Eunkwang," she moaned as she reached her limit, one of his hands stroked the side of her waist in response as if saying it's alright.

[Y/N] let out a loud cry as she rode out her high and it didn't take long for Eunkwang to follow soon after.

They stared at each other as they struggled to catch their breaths, drinking in the sight of their heaving appearance. Their lips stretched into a proud smile at the sight of their handiwork.

Eunkwang propped himself up to give her soft kisses on her face, to which she would giggle at in response.

"Careful," He whispered as he helped [Y/N] get up from her position. She winced as she slowly lifted herself up with his assistance, his hands placed securely at her waist.

"Thank you," [Y/N] breathed out as she sat on his lap, only for Eunkwang to smother her with kisses.

"Would you allow me to return the favor, my dear?" He asked as he pulled away to look into her eyes.

"Might I remind you that you have work tomorrow," She tapped his nose and laughed.

"The night is still young." Eunkwang just smiled in return.

"Please," He took her hand and gave a series of kisses that slowly went up to her arm and then to her shoulder.

"Alright," [Y/N] laughed. "If you insist, Director Seo."

Eunkwang's face lit up and he chuckled at the mention of his title, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her with such fervor.

Her hands cupped his cheeks before they rested on his shoulders. His fingers fumbled with the ends of her dress and he gave a soft tug as a signal to take it off.

They pulled away and he took off the red dress from her body. Their foreheads touched and he rubbed his thumb on her cheek as she smiled.

Eunkwang gently laid her on the bed, he shrugged off the dress shirt that still clung to his skin and he started to kiss her. Starting from her lips, slowly moving down to her neck where he would bite and suck some places that he knew would give her pleasure.

[Y/N] moaned loudly at the sensation, the way his teeth would sink into her skin made her flinch but the satisfaction it brought surpassed the pain.

His fingers trailed up to her chest as the warmth of his hand massaged one of her breasts. Eunkwang's breathing tickled her skin as he moved downwards to suck on one of her nipples. He heard her give a cry as he softly nibbled her chest.

His fingers started to push itself from underneath her, starting off slow and gaining speed after a while. Eunkwang smiles to himself as he feels her legs squeeze together with his hand stuck in between. He felt [Y/N]'s fingers tugging at his hair as she writhed under what he was putting her through.

The whimper that rolled out of her tongue as he took his fingers out made him look up at her. Eunkwang watched as her chest rose and fell while she stared at him through half lidded eyes. He stared back at her longingly as he placed a hand on her cheek. Eunkwang lowered his head a bit to place a kiss on her forehead, he felt his hand in hers and the soft touch of her lips made him smile.

He gently spread open her legs before he pushed himself inside her, making him groan.

[Y/N]'s legs wrapped themselves around his torso before Eunkwang slowly started to move. The friction gave each other a feeling of bliss and it quickly built up as he pounded inside her.

"Ah, Eunkwang," She tightly clutched the sheets beside her as she felt herself reach her peak, repeatedly whispering his name at each strike.

"[Y/N]," He groaned as he heard her loudly moan his name. Eunkwang felt himself reach his high, his hands gripping her waist as he felt himself climax.

Breathing heavily, their eyes met and they stared at each other in silence for a while. He reached over to cup her face and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before he went to kiss her lips. She hummed in response with a smile.

Eunkwang gently laid down her legs and [Y/N] whimpered when she felt the warmth inside her disappear. He chuckled at her as he covered each other with the blanket.

"Thank you for tonight, my dear." Eunkwang whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Thank you for tonight too, dear." [Y/N] smiled and gave him a soft kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." He replied as he kissed the top of her head.

Eunkwang rested his chin on her head as she leaned on his chest. Exhausted, they both drifted to sleep.

The End

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kumokumoriri · 3 years ago

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I practiced drawing Seo Eunkwang on the first day (March 28th)

It's hard to draw real people :')

#seo eunkwang #eunkwang #btob eunkwang #BTOB #born to beat #fanart #kumokumoriri #kumori #my fanart #서은광 #비투비

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vitaminbtob · 3 years ago

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Photographer: Now try to look natural

Btob:

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#btob #born to beat #seo eunkwang #eunkwang #lee changsub #changsub #minhyuk #lee minhyuk #ilhoon #peniel #yook sungjae #sungjae #hyunsik #im hyunsik #jung ilhoon #btob meme #btob memes #btob funny #kpop meme

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xhyunjae · 4 years ago

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mayfly - love poem

#idolnexusedit #mine: gifs #bystay #staysource #eunkwang #btob #born to beat #seungmin #skz #stray kids #jongho #atz #ateez #mc sliverlight #seungmo #jjong apple breaker #tw flashing light

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 4 years ago

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This man sparks joy

#Eunkwang #btob #born to beat #my gifs #eunkwangs laugh gives me life

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morsinbird · 3 years ago

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✰ · if you save/use, like/reblog credit to 779MW or soseolga on twitter.

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melodyswriting · 1 year ago

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Another BTOB × TS bcs i love both so why not?

Celebrating BTOB's freedom and 1989 TV

Clips: Wind and Wish - BTOB

Lyrics: All You Had To Do Was Stay - Taylor Swift

#born to beat #btob #btob edit #borntobeat #seo eunkwang #taylor swift #1989 taylor's version #all you had to do was stay #taylor swift song #the blue sky in waw mv reminds me of 1989 tv album cover so i had to make this

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ohnonono18 · 3 years ago

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Happy birthday to the only male kpop idol bias I have! Because even if I listen to other kpop groups, I never really take the initiative to pick a bias. Hahaha! Happy birthday Eunkwang!

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#argeraint #kpop #kpop idol #video #video edit #btob #btob 4u #seo eunkwang #silverlight #eunkwang #born to beat #tiktok

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killingmebtob · 7 years ago

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The Thief // Seo Eunkwang

Author: @killingmebtob // Chi

Title: The Thief

Characters: Eunkwang and Reader

Author’s Note: Victorian Era

Summary: Raised like a lady, you were looking for thrill in your life. Never thought it will be granted by a thief.

I am going to die before the end of this ball.

I shifted in my seat as I felt my corset trying to break every bit of bones in my body.

Why must I wear this garbage?!

A lady must always have a fit body to capture the eyes of a gentleman. I heard my mother's voice ringing in my head.

That is just one of the many "A lady must…" lines that she has.

And I hate it.

She always goes on and on about how I should walk, eat, talk, laugh, dress, and even how I should bloody sneeze!

I am not interested in capturing any gentleman's eyes, mother.

I should've told her that. But she'll just go on and on about how I must marry into a good family. That I am fit to be the good wife of a governor or a Duke!

I'll be nothing but a trophy to be shown off by my husband during balls.

I sighed. Looking at the people dancing and interacting all around me is making me lose my mind.

I want excitement. But as someone who's born in a noble family, the only excitement I'll ever have is through the romance books I've smuggled inside my room.

I was too busy trying to figure out what are the ingredients in the wine that I am currently sipping when I heard commotion from the entrance of the hall.

The musicians stopped playing and everyone's eyes are headed to the direction.

"Lady's and Gentlemen," I heard someone say.

I tried to get a good look but I am not tall enough.

"My name is Seo Eunkwang and I came from the East." The voice of the man sais again.

Darn it! I can't see a bloody thing! I looked around and when I am sure that my Mother is not around, I climbed on top of my chair so that I can see what's happening.

And there I saw a man. Walking from the entrance to the middle of the hall. He's accompanied by two other men.

This man, he said his name is Seo Eunkwang. He walked with confidence. His head held high. His smile so wide and bright as he looked at everyone.

"My friends and I came here with just one intention." He said. "And that is to take all of your prized possesions and escape this town unharmed."

Everyone laughed. I didn't. I don't think that he's joking.

"Little man," someone said from the crowd. "Are you a court jester?"

And everyone roared in laughter again.

Seo Eunkwang just smirked. Was he humiliated?

Then he suddenly put two fingers in his mouth and whistled so loud that everyone stopped laughing.

I large group of armed men came inside. Everyone was frightened.

"Aye, call me a court jester, good sir." He said. He pulled his sword from it's sheath. "Now, kindly give this court jester all your treasures."

He said in a deep and intimidating voice.

And then all the men went and took the jewelries of everyone. I was too amazed with everything that's happening that I had'nt thought of a way to escape.

While everyone is occupied, I crouched and tried to find my way out of this hall.

Thank God that I am not a tall woman.

After what seems like a few minutes, I found that I am close to the exit.

Just a few more ste---

"And where is this beautiful flower going?" I heard a voice coming from behind me.

I turned around to be greeted by a man looking down at me. It's Seo Eunkwang. His one hand on his hips as he waited for an explanation from me.

I sprung up and held my fists to him. I've seen this in some books that I've read. Although it's men who does this.

"Don't come near me." I said. "I will punch you and you will get hurt." I tried to sound as scary as I could.

He laughed. A hearty laugh that seems to ring in my head.

He has a perfect set of white teeth.

"Should I be scared now?" He said.

I got ready and just like what I see in books, I tried to land a punch on his face which he dodged making me loose my footing.

I lost balance and was going to fall when two strong arms caught me.

Then I was face to face with the man from the east.

His face a few inches from mine.

I can feel his breathe.

My heart pounding so heart it might just jump out any minute now.

His eyes are shining like stars in the night sky.

"Seize them!" I heard a voice which brought me back to the hall.

I stood up and we both faced the direction of the voice.

Soldiers went rushing inside fighting the thieves.

"Looks like you are coming with me, flower." Seo Eunkwang said. And before I could figure out what he mean by that, he took my hand and pulled me to the entrance of the hall.

With his other hand, he pulled his sword from its sheath and fought the soldiers in front of him.

That haughty smile on his face even when he's fighting.

I'm amazed at how skillful he is in fighting. Doing this all using just one hand.

Then, he suddenly pulled my waist, lifted me and put me on his shoulder.

"Men!" He called out to his friends.

"Put me down you thief!" I said while punching his back.

"Shush.." he said, "We need you to escape, flower."

"What?!" Then he went out and lifted me up and put me on a horse.

He rode the same horse too with me infront of him.

I tried my best to escape but can't.

I tried to punch his chest but I am too weak. Maybe it's because of this damn corset that I am losing my breathe.

I am right. Maybe I will really die before the ball ends.

#btob #btob eunkwang #btob seo eunkwang #seo #eunkwang #seo eunkwang #btob eunkwang imagine #btob eunkwang scenario #eunkwang imagine #btob imagine #btob scenario #eunkwang scenario #born to beat #born to beat eunkwang #born to beat imagine #born to beat scenario #eunkwang x reader #killingmebtob

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