#but she has kept me company all these years ♡

[willinglyghoulified]

Haven't been able to post or write a lot in a bit, so enjoy a picture of my 14-year-old cat hatefully watching me eat a burrito.

[sandara-and-coco]

⋆ ⸝ Sandara and Logan kids ⸝ ⋆

more infos about them below↓

✨️Andy - The Twinkle Star✨️

▪︎ 15 years old

The spirited and mischievous boy we all remember as the youngest member of the Logan gang, always hold a special place in our hearts so I tried my hardest on his design. Before Logan adopted him, Sandara already saw him as family so it was no surprise that she embraced him as her son without hesitation (she ofc shed a tear the first time Andy accidentally called her "Ma"). As a teenager now, Andy has maintained his lively spirit eagerly absorbing the knowledge of monster hunting and striving to be a great big brother to his younger siblings.

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🧡Herena - The Sand Daughter🧡

▪︎ 6 years old

Herena, the first biological daughter of Sandara and Logan, is a captivating blend of her parents' best features. Her spirited personality is a captivating fusion of bravery and pure clumsiness (if she ever takes a tumble in front of you, rest assured—she's quick to bounce back!), with a protective nature towards her family and friends, she spends a lot of time with her uncles Unsuur and Justice patrolling the town. She likes to mimic her older brother and dad as well as often show overprotective behaviors to little Yohan. Though self-conscious at times, her extroverted and loyal disposition shines through, making her a cherished member of the family and a promising young guardian for Sandrock.

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💚Yohan - The Little Shadow💚

▪︎ 4 years old

Yohan is the youngest of the family. Very reserved and shy, he finds solace in his own company, preferring the quiet pursuit of chasing insects and encounter with monsters and mutants to the boisterous play with other children he finds utterly boring and mean. In the depths of Yohan's pale green irises, mirror of his own mother's ones, a mysterious reflection flickers hinting a past story veiled in enigmatic shadows that cling to him. When he's not playing by himself or with other creatures, he's glued to his mom often seeking comfort in her arms as Sandara is the only one able to momentarily soothe whatever troubles his mind and sleep.

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Here they are—my precious babies, finally in full render! I’ve had them in mind for over a year now, and I'm thrilled to say I’m finally fully satisfied with their designs. I've kept their names as a tribute to their late grandfather on Logan's side, Howlett, and their grandmother on Sandara’s side, Yisul.

As an EA player, these MTaS next-gen ocs feel like a breath of fresh air, keeping my Sandrock enthusiasm alive. I hope you will enjoy them as well and are ready to join them on new adventures !

I would love to meet other potential friends for my little ones among the community's builders and interract, so feel free to share your next gen babies with me anytime♡

Take care !

[sarahs-secrets2]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered ˋ♡ˊ

request here for @c0wb0yenthusiast thank youuu sm

based on Signed, Sealed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder

fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none! fluff!!

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“Oh my god,” your hands wrapped around the coffee mug bringing it up to your lips taking a short sip before continuing your rant, “He’s never going to propose is he?”

“Don’t say that,” your friend chimed in trying to bring you back down to reality. 

“He’s quite literally never home, I think he takes jobs to avoid me at this point,” obviously you were exaggerating. Phillip and you were happy but that nagging voice in the back of your head kept your mind busy with all the “what ifs,”. 

“Give him time, I'm sure he’s planning something for you,” your friend squeezed your hand reassuring you it would be okay.

“I guess so,” as much as you wanted to believe her words it just felt like there was no proposal or wedding in your future. Phillip was always busy with the Shadow Company and when he was home it was purely rest. Your mind drifted off running through all the possibilities that could happen and an engagement just wasn't one of them. 

After your goodbyes, you headed to the car after the mini coffee date with your friend. The drive was quiet as you let your mind wander until your phone rang. 

“Phillip, hey what’s up?” you answered, hitting the accept button as the phone connected to the Bluetooth.

“Hey, darlin’ you headed home?”

“Yeah, should be back in about,” you glanced at the time, “15-20 minutes,”

“Perfect, can't wait to see ya, okay bye love you,” he hung up before you got a chance to respond. What you didn't know was the whole point of going out with your friend was to get you out of the house for Phillip to set up his proposal. 

She has no idea

Graves smiled looking at the text on his phone. He had planned everything down to the minute and so far everything was going perfectly. He checked his watch for the time and quickly changed into a white button-up with black slacks. Standing in the bathroom mirror he rolled up his sleeves just above his elbows. With a quick spritz of cologne on his wrist and neck, and a little bit of gel in his hair, he jogged down the stairs making sure you hadn't arrived yet. 

Pulling into the driveway a wave of exhaustion flooded over you. The conversation over coffee made you feel all sorts of things. You knew you and Phillip were happy but you couldn't help but feel self-conscious at the idea of not being engaged yet after 5 years. Phillip was simple and you knew he would propose when he felt right so now you just had to put your trust in him and wait. 

Approaching the house, you noticed a piece of paper taped to the door with your name on it. Apprenhenisley you opened it not knowing what to expect. 

Come Find Me -Phillip

A small smile began to creep across your face as you shook your head at your boyfriend's antics. Opening the front door you shouted to try to draw Graves out, “Phil… I’m home.” Your call was answered with pure silence as you walked through the house trying to find him. Your head was on a swivel trying to see where he could be hiding. Until out of the corner of your eye was another note sitting perfectly on the stairs. Chuckling to yourself you bent down picking up the note.

Getting Warmer -Phillip

“Graves, where are you?” you shouted up the stairs, making your voice echo loudly through the house. Huffing in frustration from your failed attempts to draw him out you headed up the stairs to continue your search. You glanced at the doors in the hallway noticing the only one shut was the door to your shared bedroom. Funny enough it was also the only door with a note similar to the two previous ones you had found taped to it.

“Good one Phillip,” you joked as you opened the third envelope. 

Almost there -Phillip

Unsure of what to expect, you opened the bedroom door to finally find Phillip who stood with a bouquet of flowers, and the final note.

“You found me,” he smiled, motioning for you to come in.

“I did,” as you walked in you began to notice how different the room looked. Candles lit up and placed on the nightstand and dresser, rose petals spread on the bed, and Phillip in front of you swapping out his usual blue button-up for a dressier white one. “You look handsome,” you leaned in, placing a kiss on his lips before he pulled away. 

“Your final note doll,” he winked, handing you the envelope. Popping the seal and pulling the note out you read the ink.

Marry Me? -Phillip

Your hand flew to your face covering your mouth that was left agape. Looking at Phillip, who was now down on one knee with a ring, tears began to well in your eyes. 

“Whaddya say?” his smile widened as he spoke.

“Oh my god yes,” you couldn't say it fast enough as you fell to your knees to join him on the floor. His arms wrapped around you pulling closer to him. Pulling back from the hug he slipped the ring onto your finger, admiring how it looked.

“I could get used to this,” he laughed, his hands cupping your face and pulling you in for a slow kiss. 

“Me too,” you mumbled into his lips. 

“And you were nervous I wasn't going to propose,” he teased, kissing up and down your neck. A light gasp escaped your lips.

“Who told you that?” heat rising to your cheeks at the embarrassment. Graves noticed and lightly rubbed his thumb along your cheek.

“I’ve been plannin’ this for a while sweetheart, you had no reason to worry, I just need it to be perfect,” he stood up grabbing your hand to help you join him.

“Thank you, it was perfect,” 

His hands wrapped around your waist tugging you closer “I'm glad,” he smiled kissing your lips again, “Only the best for you,”

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[by-nina]

it's been another amazing royai week. i struggled to continue writing and return to this routine over the past two years, but i'm so glad to have been here with all of you again through my writing. hopefully, i get to keep making and sharing stories with this amazing fandom. nothing makes me as happy. ♡︎

I DON'T MIND FALLING FOR A LIFETIME

A Royai Week 2024 series by Nina

Second Glance (Day 1 - Curiosity) AO3 | FFN Her eyes are the color of deep honey, almost incandescent in the warm light of the street lamp just next to him. (Roy begins to think of Riza in a different way. K+.)

Shallow Grave (Day 2 - Appreciate) AO3 | FFN It’s Roy who is making her realize, despite the haze and the numbness, that the longing she kept hidden and worked hard to forget has resurfaced. (At the brink of death, Riza deals with old feelings that have grown stronger over time. T.)

Oh, what a way to die (Day 3 - Pressure) AO3 | FFN Worst of all, she easily forgets each of these men at the end of each night, but his is the face that she thinks of every single time. (Riza deals with the anxiety of being separated from Roy. E.)

A Smoke-Filled Room (Day 4 - Compose) AO3 | FFN It was a moment as quick as any other casually exchanged glance or an accidental brushing of their hands, but it’s enough to make Roy wish he were seated across her, enjoying her company, admiring every little movement when she twirls a loose lock of hair around her finger and plays with the sleeve of his coat and crosses one leg over the other, the skirt of her dress splitting at the slit and sliding off to the side— (Roy grapples with jealousy on an undercover mission. T.)

How a house becomes a home (Day 5 - Gift) AO3 | FFN “Well, I happened to be in the market early, paying a visit to my favorite florist,” he says, “and I remember you mentioning that you had trouble taking care of your flowers. I thought I might help.” (Riza decorates her home and soon finds help in doing so. K.)

[pinkbrries]

IZABELLA RELATIONSHIPS: 98 LINERS EDITION

izabella masterlist

hongjoong — hongbella ♡

[izabella suddenly appearing at hj’s studio at 3 a.m]: OKAY BUT LISTEN UP! do you think fishes can see the air since we can see water? / hj: … have you been sleeping your eight hours?

he was so excited to meet her when the staff told him that she joined the company

joong really admired iza since he knew how hard working she was, even going to crazy survival shows with older and way more experienced ppl than her, that would judge and talk shit abt her because she wanted to be an idol

but oof their meeting was kinda… awkward

and the beginnings of their relationship? yeah. let’s not talk abt that❤️

the way hj just kept calling izabella “sunbaenim” and she was like !! i haven’t debuted tf you’re talking abt lol

she even was like ? we’re the same age too !! you can just be casual with me (spoiler: it took him one good month to be completely casual w her)

the first friend she made on kq, even before she even got added into the ateez final line-up<3

izabella is always like !! hongjoong-ah and i have been friends for seven years now!! and hj is always like 🙄❤️ yes yes, everyone knows it, you always mention that

he finds it so cute tho

the fact that iza is the maknae of the 98’ line so he always tries to (subtly) take care of her

pls the adoring eyes hj not so subtly gives towards her way

he knows she’s strong and that she always tries to gulp down all of her feelings and pretend to be tough since she’s one of the oldest members

but hj always has /this/ way of making her open up to him, and they’re each other’s biggest confidents

same thing with izabella, she knows how hj is always trying to help everyone and even not taking care of himself because he sometimes forgets to do it, so she always nags at him and takes care of him

sending him messages like “joong, did u eat already?” “are you drinking water?” “did u catch some sleep?”

if he says no, you can see her appearing inside his studio like 🧍‍♀️with shopping bags from the seven eleven lol, and she even sits to eat w him because she has to make sure he’s really eating and not fooling her

iza🤝joong: besties that live inside their studios 24/7

but shoutout to hongbella because we have a lot of bangers thanks to them!!!

they’re each other’s #1 fan,,, but also,,, they’re each other’s #1 hater KXLAJZK

not like they hate each other at all (they sometimes say to each other ‘i hate you’ but jokingly lol) but they’re always at each other’s throats

izabella would always start the teasing and the play fighting, but lately? hj is the one that always goes and annoys her just to see how mad she can get JXKSKS

theyre sometimes really clingy w each otherrrr, even hj going pouty if izabella doesn’t pay attention to him lol

izabella is hj’s best costumer when it comes to reforming stuff

izabella has a new plain jacket? she suddenly appears at joong’s studio and just leaves it to him without saying a word (along w some food and an iced coffee); izabella bought a new airpod’s case? she leaves it in hongjoong’s bag with a note attached on it so he gets the hint; she has some new pair of converse? she goes and leaves them at his room, just beside his bed.

at first, he’d be like ??? but after the time passed, he just finds it so normal and endearing from her

for her 20th bday, he gave her a customized bag and she got so excited and touched that she cried, fr

they have the deepest conversations when they’re together on the studio, recording a demo or when they go out to spend some time together

all the members go to them when they need to talk stuff out bc who needs therapy when you have hongbella giving you advice and hearing your deep talk without judging you?

hongbella are always spreading awareness over social media and supporting social causes. we love woke besties<3

they’re always pretty chill, but everyone gets scared when they fight because it gets hardcore

they fight FIGHT, the only one that can stop them and make them make up is: seonghwa

they love each other a lot tho,,,,, not like they would voice it out at all

hj is literally one of the main pillars in her life. she doesn’t know what would be of her if she didn’t have him in her life

1/3 of the “best friends club” (aka matz ZKSKSK)

contact name on her phone: cooljoong🕶

seonghwa — hwabella / 2park ♡

[the 99 liners screaming and being chaotic] izabella: i have an idea to make them shut up / seonghwa: does it involve murder? / izabella: *sighing* … i suddenly forgot my idea

oh man,,,, the first time they saw each other it was by accident,,,, and this dude really developed a crush just because the eye contact they made for like 0.5 secs LMAOO

seonghwa knew about izabella because trainees would be like :00 famous underground rapper cherry got signed here recently!! and he was like,,, sounds like a lie

,,, well, it wasn’t a lie seonghwa

hj formally introduced each other after that, the boy lowkey excited to make his only 98 liners’ friends meet each other

hj only knew abt the crush after the introduction lol, and he would always tease tf out of hwa😞 #flyhighseonghwa KXLSKS

but after two months of interactions, he forgot abt his crush because he realized it was only that: a teenage crush

instead, he realized that he and izabella had amazing chemistry, and they really enjoyed spending time together

the second longest friendship she has in the group after hj (to which hj is always like 🙄 sure thing, but i’m the longest friendship she has so stay pressed JDLSK)

she loves loves seonghwa, fr. she would D word for seonghwa and she would fight anyone that dares to make him feel bad or say bad stuff about him

seonghwa is always on the calmer side, so he’s always like “iza, don’t” but she’s like 😠 but did you hear what they SAID?????!! hold my bag, i’ll punch them–

she’s the president of the #protectHwaclub 🫶 always there for him

but is that going to stop her from joining the teasing that her members put hwa through? no❤️

probably the member that keeps her at bay when she’s wilding. hongjoong might be her leader but seonghwa is the one that goes “izabella. 😐” at her and u see her go 🤐

hongjoong: why u never listen to me but u listen to seonghwa ??? / izabella: because he is park seonghwa / hongjoong: … and¿ / izabella: i don’t plan to discuss it

izabella loves hugging him and being around seonghwa

u know how hwa sometimes goes🙄🙄 whenever woo is behaving like this. WELL, his favoritism it’s definitely showing with iza

TALKING ABT THAT !!! she’s so spoiled by him?? if she’s like !! let’s go out eat!! he PAYS for it. if she sees smth that she likes!! he BUYS it for her. and if seonghwa sees something that reminds him of her?? bet he’s going to gift her that

oh to be izabella

the park besties<3 looking all expensive and model like but being all giggly and polite everywhere they go can’t u tell i love hwabella

also their fashion taste?? IMMACULATE🤌 they always look like they’re straight out of a kdrama?? and they sometimes match their fits

girl group enthusiasts!! know every single dance. kings of random play dance me thinks

probably the only member she had never screamed at or had a /big/ fight with. they always talk stuff in a very calm way??? they listen to the other’s point of view and make it work out

she’s always praising him for everything he does. she goes like THATS MY BEST FRIEND!!! even when he’s just there breathing deserved<3

iza: park seonghwa you’re the most handsome man ever! / wooyoung looking at the side like: 🧍‍♂️noona what about me / iza: this ain’t about u😐

taught her how to cook some recipes but he still cooks it for her

the extroverts of the matz club, meaning that they make other ‘98 liner friends and hj goes 😐😐 why didn’t i know about this???

she calls seonghwa “wife” SJZLSKZ HELLO??? but she has to share her wife with hj tho:/ you can’t have all the nice stuff izabella

theyre just a really wholesome duo😞 pls i want what they have

1/3 of the “best friends club” (aka matz)

contact name on her phone: seonghwife💘

[plentyoffandoms]

Tommy Miller x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ TV Shows Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Shows Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Maria isn't nice in this at all. Not towards YN anyways. Also Maria isn't pregnant.

WC: 2637

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @tommymilller 2nd gif @maygrant 3rd @loregifs 4th gif @sharpesjoy

Summary: f/Reader finds out Tommy has started a new life, while she was raising their twin boys.

Tommy Miller's POV:

"Understand what? You got lonely? That you needed someone to keep you company? You know what the hell I was doing? Oh, no because you ignored me. I was raising your boys, telling them how great their Dad is and how he can't wait to meet them." I can see the pain in her eyes as she got angrier and angrier at me.

"And I want to get to know them," I did. I wanted to get to know my sons.

"Nope, not happening. As soon as Joel and I can head back to the QZ, we are leaving."

"YN, come on," I was trying to reason with her but when she said "Fuck you, Miller, have a nice life," I just knew there was no way I could get through to her.

I called her name once more but she just kept on walking, making sure to flip me off as she walked away. 

I knew I fucked up. I knew I should have told her or Joel instead of just ignoring her all these years. I knew about Theo and Tate from Joel telling me.

He kept me up to date on them and YN.

Speaking of my big brother, he found me after settling in and he did not look pleased with me at all.

"You had five fucking years to say something, Tommy. YN held on that you would come back for her and them. That you would reach out or something."

"I fucked up, what more do you want me to say?" I asked him as I poured him a drink and slid the glass over to him.

"I have no idea what you could say to make this up Tommy and it sure as hell shouldn't be towards me."

We sat in silence as he glared at me, and I just looked away as I knew I messed up.

"Tell me about Theo and Tate."

Joel just looked at me over the glass as he finished the drink.

"Ask YN, not my place to tell you about them anymore. Or, go and ask them yourself. They are watching a movie with Ellie."

The conversation then switched to a deeper one about Ellie and the reason why Joel and she were here.

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Maria found me later that night, sitting on the edge of our bed, with my head in my hands, trying to wrap my head around today.

"Look at me, Tommy," She gently moved my hands from my head and I lifted my head and looked at her as she smiled down at me. I wrapped my arms around her and laid my head against her chest.

"Because she is the mother of your children, she can stay as long as she wishes, but if she tries anything and I mean anything, she is gone and the boys stay here."

"Maria, I can't separate the three of them," I lifted my head from her chest and she took a step back, out of arm's reach.

"I am not arguing with you about this Tommy. She messes up and she is gone."

The two of us fought well into the night about it. I just knew that Maria may find any and I mean any excuse to have YN thrown out of here.

Joel found me the next morning, rubbing my eyes as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Not a good night with Maria last night?" He asked as he sat across from me. I knew he could hear us as we weren't exactly quiet.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Mmm," was all he said before he took a sip of his coffee.

"How was the place?" I finally asked him.

"Good, good. Nice to sleep in a bed after so long. We gave the kids their own rooms."

My mind went to YN and Joel cuddling in bed together. He must have seen my expression change.

"YN and I shared a bed, but nothing happened. I see her like a sister anyways," I felt instant relief.

"But even if we did do something, it's not like it should matter to you. You left."

Joel and I looked over at the sound of YN's voice as she entered the room. I started to stutter, but she was right.

I watched as YN stood behind Joel, sipping on her tea, and she placed her hand on his shoulder. Joel reached up and grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"You two go close huh?"

"Well, you left little brother and someone had to step up when she found out she was pregnant."

I winced at the nice little dig there.

"Yeah, Joel helped out a lot. Built both cribs, found toys, or traded stuff for toys or clothes. Worked extra jobs when I got put on bed rest, him and Tess."

"I didn't know." I tried to say, but Joel stood up abruptly and slammed his fist on the table, making it shake.

"Don't you fucking lie to her. I told you the moment I finally got in contact with you. I expected you to come back when I told you, but you never fucking did Tommy. You don't think I didn't tell her every single time we talked?"

Joel was practically spitting through his teeth at this point. "Joel, it's okay," YN said as she tried to get him to calm down.

"No, it isn't. He had five years to say something. You risked your life and the boy's lives to get to his sorry ass to find out he is married."

It was my turn to stand up. I am not gonna stand here and take his shit. "This is my life, Joel. I had to get out of the QZ and then away from the Fireflies. I met Maria and we fell in love."

He scoffed at that. "You were thinking with your dick, just like you have always done."

I was ready to throw the first punch when the doors opened and in walked Ellie with Maria. The two of them stopped and looked between Joel and me.

"Is everything okay in here?" Maria asked.

JOEL MILLER'S POV:

I watched as Tommy took a step back and put his hands in his pockets. "Just a slight family discussion is all," He said to his wife.

"Yeah, but it is over for now," I said not wanting Maria to be a part of our conversation. This is between me, YN, and Tommy.

"I am gonna go check on the boys. I know they were playing with some kids at the park," YN said as she walked back towards the doors.

"I'll join you," I grabbed my jacket and didn't even bother to look at Tommy or Maria as I left. I heard another set of footprints behind me and I knew it must have been Ellie.

"The water is working at the house," Ellie said as she caught up with YN and me.

"I'll go and get the boys. You go take a bath."

"You sure Joel?"

"I'm sure. Go, relax."

YN smiled and kissed my cheek. She has always done that, not only to me but to Tess as well and now even Ellie.

Ellie and I walked the short distance to the park and I sat on one of the benches as I watched my nephews actually get to be kids. Back in the QZ, they really don't have places dedicated to children's play areas and it was nice to see them play with kids their own age. But I was spotted and they came running over to me.

"Uncle Joel, Uncle Joel," was the only words I understood before they both started to talk at once. I sat there, nodding my head as they both talked at rapid speeds. Ellie was clearly amused by this.

"Okay, okay, go off and play, but stay where I can see you." Theo and Tate ran off to go and play what I am assuming is tag once more.

"That is the most I have heard them talk." I glanced at Ellie as she was watching them still. Making sure no harm came to them.

"They usually are like that, but they were warned to be quiet while we travelling. Not to draw any attention to us. They are good kids."

I thought back to when YN went into labour. It was early morning and I was on my way to see her when I heard her scream. I ran to her door, ready to break it down when I saw it was ajar, which is never like her.

I cautiously opened the door and saw that YN was bent over, with her hands on her knees and a trail of liquid between her thighs.

Her neighbour was there, helping her to breathe. I learned later on that her neighbour was once a midwife.

"YN,"

"Joel," YN cried out my name and in an instant, I was at her side, asking what I could do to help. The midwife, whose name now escapes me, started to list off what she needed.

I ran off, trying to find some of the items that I knew YN didn't have in her apartment. That is when I found Tess and told her what the hell was going on.

She ran back to YN and I found the items, even doing some trading for them.

Tess and I took turns holding YN's hands through the contractions and even taking turns scaring off the assholes that came to complain about the noise.

When I heard the sound of the boys crying, it brought me back to when I heard Sarah crying for the first time.

"Earth to Joel," Ellie was snapping her fingers in my face.

"Stop that." I swatted her hand away.

"You zoned out there old man." I just glared at her for that, and she just quietly laughed to herself. Used to me being grumpy with her.

Ellie got up and went to play with the kids. I watched as she chased Theo and Tate around, the three of them giggling and I couldn't keep the small smile from my face.

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The four of us were walking back to what I assume is the dining area for lunch. I was holding onto both boys' hands tight, not wanting to lose them in the group of people.

I saw that YN was standing off to the side, looking for us I assume. Once she saw us, I let go of the boy's hands and they ran to their Mom, crashing into her legs. Ready to tell her all about their morning.

"Why don't we grab some food and then you can tell me about all the fun you had my loves." I heard her say to them. Ellie helped YN by grabbing a tray and drinks for one of the boys. I stood back, watching them. Making sure that no one bothered them.

The locals were obviously still very weary of us and they should be. I would do anything to protect those four.

I heard my name being called and saw that it was Tommy who was waving us over. Maria didn't look happy, even I could tell that was a fake smile on her face.

I was in no mood to be dealing with Tommy or his wife but there was nowhere else to sit. As I got closer I noticed that there were only 4 seats available.

"We need another chair," I said.

"There are no more," Maria said. I wanted to roll my eyes as I didn't care for high school bullshit when I was in high school and I am most certainly not going to now.

"That is fine Joel." YN tried to say.

"One of the boys can sit on my lap," I said as I stared right at Maria. I watched as her lips went thin as she realised she didn't get her own way.

"Very well."

The tension was so thick at our table, you could cut it with a knife. Maria was glaring at YN. Ellie was shovelling the food into her mouth. Tommy was looking back and forth between Theo and Tate.

I looked between the three of them and just seeing them together made me realise how good of a mixture they were of their parents.

They had YN's skin tone and smile, as well as her smarts, but everything else was Tommy, except Tate had YN's eye colour while Theo had Tommy's.

Ellie did her best to do small talk, but we just ate in silence.

YN'S POV:

After that very awkward lunch, I took the boys home to wash up and play at home for a bit before dinner time.

I was just looking around the place a bit more when I heard a knock on the door. I could see through the living room windows that it was Maria.

I thought about not answering it but she could see me standing there, so against my better judgement, I opened the door and she walked right on it.

"How are you liking the place?"

"It is nice, thank you."

The silence was uncomfortable but I had nothing to say to this woman, but she clearly had something to say to me. She was speaking, but as she was facing away from me, I didn't hear it all, so I asked her to repeat herself.

Maria quickly spun and took a few steps towards me, trying to seem intimidating I am assuming.

"You must leave."

"Look, if you think I want Tommy, you can keep him. The moment I found out he was married, I decided he is not worth fighting for."

"He just isn't the reason YN, the boys will be staying here as well."

I actually laughed out loud at her, thinking she was trying to be funny in a dark way, but my laughter quickly stopped when she spoke.

"I am being serious. Theo and Tate will be staying with us."

"You are not taking my kids from me, Maria."

"They are also Tommy's, so therefore he has the rights to them as well."

"He kind of gave up those rights when he refused to acknowledge their existence before we showed up on your doorstep."

"The boys will be staying here with Tommy and me. We have the resources to take care of them and besides, they need a mother and a father to raise them."

I had to fight my eyes from rolling back at that stupid logic. Many same-sex couples did just fine raising children before everything went to shit.

"You have no idea who you are dealing with Maria."

"I see a sad excuse for a woman who came halfway across the country to be with a man who wants nothing to do with her."

I wanted to be hurt by her words, but all I could see was a woman who threatened me and trying to take my kids from me.

"As I said, when Tommy told me he was with you, I backed off. You can have him but if you touch even a single hair on either of my boys, I will," I didn't get to finish that sentence as she tutted at me.

"Now, don't be making any threats YN. I can have you thrown in our jail and then put you out, with no weapons and no way of protecting yourself against the Infected or Raiders."

The two of us glared at one another. I was fighting an inner battle with myself wondering if I should kill her when I heard, "Mom!"

"Be right there Tate," I called out.

"Go and spend some time with them, as this will be your last night with them YN."

Part 1 ♣︎ Part 3

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[dragon-kazansky]

What lies within

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader

Regency AU

Female Reader

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Warnings: Sexy duke 😏

The duke returns after years overseas. He has no intention of marrying. However, your father has leverage over him and you find yourself trapped.

Can love be found in the Iceman’s heart, or are you destined to be lonely forever?

Word count: 1.4k

Chapter Nine - The future holds the answers

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Bob had caught up to you eventually. You were walking quickly down the road. If you kept on going you would reach the town. It’s a long walk, but you have all done it before. Often you would take the long walk to town with your siblings.

When Bob had caught up to you, he walked beside you quietly. It wasn’t until the town came into view that either of you spoke.

“You didn’t have to come with me, Bob,” you say.

“I wanted to. I was worried about you,” he replies.

You smile softly.

“What are you going to do?” Bob asks you.

You sigh softly as you look around the streets. People are going about their business, the air is alive with chatter, horses, and laughter.

“There is nothing I can do. She threatens to make up lies about it if we do not announce our engagement. She has hung that over his head all these years. Just because he did not stay and marry her. She must have brought it up every time she asked for money. Oh Bob, as much as I like the man, I cannot marry him. Lord Simpson has always been a friend to us. He has looked out for us.”

“I know.”

“But I suppose it won’t be so bad. I will be looked after, and I make sure you still looked after too,” you tell your brother.

Bob frowns.

“You shouldn’t have to do that. What about Lord Seresin? Could you not speak with him about it?”

“What could he do to help? I am trapped.”

Bob looks around as if the answer could possibly be in town somewhere. He wants to help you. He needs to help you. Perhaps there is a way to free both you and Lord Simpson from your mother’s grasp. 

Something catches Bob’s eye.

“The duke!”

You turn to Bob.

“What?”

“Look,” Bob gestures over to where he’s looking. You turn and see the duke with Lord Kerner. They’re stood outside of the tailors talking to one another.

As if he knew you were there, the duke looks up.

You find yourself forgetting to breath for a moment. What was it about his eyes that had that effect on you?

You turn to Bob.

“What about him?” You ask.

“Talk to him. Maybe he could help,” Bob urges.

“How? I would only end up trapping him too,” you sigh and turn away completely, walking away. Bob is quick to catch up to you.

The duke follows you with his eyes, frowning at your quick departure. He turns to his friend and makes his excuses to leave. He follows after where you went.

Tom had been unable to stop thinking about you after the tea party. He found you to be very pleasant company, but when you had rushed off after Lord Simpson, he became concerned. You had promptly left his friend’s estate with your family; the atmosphere having changed after you were gone.

Something had happened and he wanted to know what.

Mrs Kerner had told him, long after everyone else had gone, that you were concerned about what your mother was up to. She feared you were in a bit of trouble and expressed her thoughts with him. The duke, for the first time since meeting you, felt the urge to meddle. He was concerned about you.

The duke finds you and your brother sitting on a wall a little outside of the main shopping district in town. He makes his way over.

“What troubles you?” He asks.

You look up quickly, having not noticed he had followed you. You find yourself at a slight loss at what to say or do.

“Your Grace,” Bob bows his head.

“Don’t worry about that, what’s happened? Why did you leave so suddenly the other day?” He asks, looking at you.

You are unable to meet his eyes.

“I apologise our walk was cut short. Perhaps telling another soul with ease my worries. He is a good man, so at least I have that.”

“He?” The duke asks.

“By betrothed. I am, as of this morning, engaged. I am to announce it at the next ball.”

“You do not sound pleased,” he says.

“I am not. I have nothing but respect for Lord Simpson, but he is not someone I wish to marry. He has looked after my siblings and me for many years, but I never thought this would happen. My mother holds all the cards here. She will tell lies to the paper if we do not announce our engagement at the next ball.”

“Blackmail?” He asks.

“Yes. Lord Simpson and my mother seem to have... history. She has hung it over his head all these years to get what she wants from him. It seems she will get what she wants again.”

You miss the way the duke clenches his fist beside him.

“Is there nothing I can do?” He asks.

“No. I do not wish to trap you too.”

“Trap me?” He asks.

You shake your head.

“Please, don’t get involved. You do not understand how far she will go. It is probably for the best that I marry Lord Simpson. He will look after me.”

“Do you love him?” He asks.

“Not like that. Love has nothing to do with it.”

“The ball is in 2 days,” the duke tells you.

“I know.”

“May I escort you home?” He asks.

“You don’t have to, we can walk back,” you tell him.

He finds himself hating that you won’t look at him. The duke takes another step closer. Your gaze shifts to his shoes.

“Look at me,” he says.

You lift your gaze to meet his eyes.

“Let me take you both home,” he says. The duke holds out his hand to you.

You take his hand and hop off the wall. Bob smiles from beside you. You walk with the duke and your brother to the duke’s carriage. He helps you inside and then lets Bob in before he climbs in too.

You find yourself looking at Kazansky as you are taken home.

He is looking at you too.

Bob pretends he doesn’t notice the way you’re looking at each other. He smiles to himself, turning his head to the window so you don’t notice. Perhaps the duke can help.

The carriage pulls up outside of your home.

The duke exits first, followed by Bob, and then you. You take the duke’s hand as he helps you out. The house seems quiet, and you get the sneaky sense that your mother has stolen Carole away for wedding preparations.

Bob waits by the door of the house while you turn to the duke.

“Thank you,” you say.

“No need to thank me. I’m doing what every other gentleman would,” he offers you the smallest of smiles and, in that moment, you swear the world seemed brighter.

“You’d be surprised by how little truth those words hold,” you tell him.

“Oh?”

“I am no one. Gentlemen do not offer me anything.”

Tom smiles a little wider.

“I wouldn’t say you’re no one.”

“Oh, but I am. I have no standing in the world. I am just me,” you say.

“Well, I like you.”

You stare at him.

“I mean to say, I like you as you. Not whoever your mother is trying to push upon you for others,” he says.

“Oh...”

“I should take my leave now. I think I spot your father glaring at me from the window.”

You glance behind you to find the duke to be correct. You turn back to Kazansky.

“Thank you, again.”

Tom takes your hand and brings it to his lips. He places the softest of kisses upon your knuckles. You find yourself swallowing nervously. His blue eyes do not turn away from you as he kisses your hand.

He stands back up right, your hand still in his.

“Do not fear for what your future holds. I firmly believe you can have what you want if you find it. You still have time to change your fate.”

“I do not know how,” you confess.

Tom offers you another smile.

“I might,” he says.

With that he drops your hand and takes his leave. You do not enter the house until the carriage is out of sight. Your heart beats wildly in your chest.

You’re not sure what is happening, but you like it.

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[c3stlav1e]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥   basics 

♡ .  stage name: sohee

♡ .  birth name: yoon sohee

♡ .  birthday: june 30, 1997

♡ .  zodiac: cancer

♡ .  birthplace: incheon, south korea

♡ .  ethnicity: korean

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥   personal

♡ . personality

sohee is first and foremost soft, sweet, and generally sensitive. she chooses to be trusting and always actively tries to see the good in people first. this leads her to make excuses for people when she shouldn’t sometimes, but it also allows her to make connections with people more naturally. she tends to act pretty childlike at times, both the good and the bad. she gets excited easily, and people find her very endearing. she cries when she gets frustrated which usually makes her even more frustrated because it becomes harder to communicate. she can be rather self critical with a need for validation that can lead her into unhealthy spirals. this, combined with her inherent trusting and idealist attitude and her past trauma has led her into multiple toxic relationships in the past.

♡ . family

. jang hyemi ; mother

. yoon gwangjae ; father

. yoon minhee ; younger sister

♡ . physical

. height: 160 cm ( 5’3” )

. faceclaim: yoo siah “ yooa ”

. body mods: none

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥   professional

♡ . label: mgc entertainment ; rainbow entertainment

♡ . training period: 4 years at mgc entertainment ; 2 years at rainbow entertainment

♡ . group position: lead dancer, sub vocalist

♡ . idol persona

although not the maknae, she is often seen as the baby of the group. her sweet and innocent-like persona and visuals quickly made her the nation’s darling once again. she is the second most popular member domestically after anya, but prefers to take performance or acting experiences over modeling. she has appeared in a few dramas, the most popular being her role as jookyung in true beauty. she is rather touchy and in any given piece of content for the group, you will likely see her cuddled up with a member at any given time. she is the member most likely to do aegyo without putting up a fuss, and lovies have dubbed her the queen of aegyo both for this reason and because she manages to actually look impossibly cute while doing it. she loves to interact with fans, and there are endless compilations of “soft sohee moments with fans” on the internet. she is also a huge cat lover with a cat of her own that is constantly featured in her social media posts. she will take any opportunity to coo over a cat whether its one that is just minding its business in the street or if a fan takes the time to show her one in a fancall. she will send pictures of cats in their messaging service and always captions it with “this reminded me of our cutest lovies,” and she will happily don any animal ears given to her proudly. but especially the cat ones. she is the most likely to cry at their concerts and her members like to poke fun at her for it at times, tomi posting a full slideshow of pictures of her crying for her birthday several years in a row.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥   history tw ; csa

sohee has always been a pretty baby. everyone always told her parents so. no one had ever seen a baby more beautiful and sweet-natured, they said. she was perfect. on a whim when she was just about to turn 2, her mother entered her in a beautiful baby contest run by a famous childcare brand looking to find their next baby models. her win set her on an unexpected path of billboards and fame, the citizens of korea all knowing her name and cooing over her image before she could even form full sentences. she kept modeling and appearing in commercials throughout her childhood. she was a darling sensation in the late 90s and early 2000s, even brands like samsung sought her out for advertisements. she first realized her dream of becoming an idol when was around 5 and she had to perform a rendition of a children’s song for one of her commercials. it was her biggest hit, the catchy jingle and her cute little face boosting the company’s sales ten-fold. 

she kept modeling and acting in commercials for years, but as she got older, she began to book less and less. she was still pretty, they said, but she was losing that same toddler charm she once had. when she was 9 years old, she and her parents were approached by a scout from mgc entertainment, the company of one of the highest-selling girl groups of the time. her parents were a little hesitant, not only ready to be done with the industry they had been sucked into so suddenly, but believing sohee was too young to be a trainee. the scout was convincing enough though, telling her parents that they wanted to make her the next boa. sohee begged and begged for them to let her join, and after a week or so of consideration, finally agreed. she did an obligatory audition but was immediately accepted, the company seeking her out for her visuals and her already hefty resume as a child model. 

she enjoyed her training at first, happy that she spent her days learning to sing and dance with other kids her age. that was until one of the dance instructors began giving her special treatment. he always gave her praise in front of the class despite berating other kids, he would give her special lessons in his own studio, and eventually he began making advances on her. she didn’t understand it at first. she liked being his favorite, even though some of her friends began to turn on her because of it. she liked being praised and encouraged. but often times she was self-conscious of the way he would put his hands on her while guiding her movements, or his tone of voice when he would speak to her when they were alone. 

it got to the point where one day, she begged and begged her mom to let her stay home from practice and quit being a trainee. concerned for her daughter after her initial excitement, she eventually got the truth out of sohee and was enraged. her parents immediately took the issue to the company, but they informed them that they had signed exclusive 5-year contracts with them, including nda clauses. the company threatened the family with legal action if they continued to speak on the issue or if they pulled sohee out of the training program. unable to risk the costs, they reluctantly sent sohee back to the program. they warned her to stay away from the teacher as much as she could, but to tell no one else about the issue.

the next day after class, the teacher pulled her aside and told her that she would never make it in the industry if she couldn’t handle special treatment. that he was only helping her to reach her dreams and that every girl who had ever made it as a star had been in her position. she kept attending his lessons after that.

she was always torn. she still had a deep love for performing. she got lost in a dance or a song, relishing in the way she felt strong and impenetrable when she was on the stage. but she was slowly becoming more isolated, and the instructor made her feel wrong for wanting to chase this dream. in the 5th year of her training, the final year of her dreaded contract, one day she arrived to the studios where she had spent years practicing and found them entirely abandoned. it turns out that the company had been under investigation for fraud, money laundering, and csam related crimes for the past few months. suddenly everything that she had been working for, that she had been suffering for, disappeared before her very eyes.

it took years for her to get over the crushing loss of her dream and even begin to heal from the trauma she had experienced. 3 years after the disappearance of mgc entertainment, just after her 16th birthday, another scout approached her on the street on behalf of rainbow entertainment. she denied her at first, struggling to even hold a conversation as anxiety rubbed raw at her throat, but she took her card, if only to get away quicker. but the longer she considered it, the more she was reminded of what her dream had meant to her. her parents were hesitant at first, not quick to forget the way she was torn apart when this dream did not work out before, bit after seeing her renewed determination, they agreed. but not before hiring a lawyer to sit in on any contract signing.

she found a new life while training at rbe, a renewed passion for what she had longed for before. she still struggled with symptoms of ptsd at times, but she had found a strong support system in her friends, especially seolah who she had quickly found solace in. she was overcome with joy on their debut day, hardly unable to stop crying as her dream finally came to reality after everything she had gone through to get there.

[lgclili]

XU LILI '01 / B. BEIJING, RAISED IN LA .

hellooooooo ~ this is nini again with a second character who's definitely a whole 180 approach from jino lol. took me a while to get an intro up because end of the year things kept me busy ! and i was also still trying to figure out how best to explain little miss lili here ~ but nevertheless, we're here now and down below you can get a good idea of this gal who is both bite and bark and will very much prove it !!! but i promise she can be nice even if it comes off haughty and self-serving so please like if you'd like to plot ♡

TL;DR signed jul. 2020, female senior morning group, female dorm a; self-serving, self-absorbed and overly self-concious? yet deep, deep, deep down she has a heart of gold? just got to dig deep enough underneath all her generational trauma lol

BACKGROUND

born li yifei, her name was legally changed to xu yifei when she got adopted by her grandmother / it was further changed when she gained dual citizenship through her grandmother when she moved her to los angeles -> now she goes by xu lili

her parents were a love that burned hot but burned out fast kind of relationship

also didn't help that her dad and mom were from starkly different social brackets that when her grandmother strongly opposed the marriage, her mother got disowned and left to be with her husband

but when the marriage ultimately fell apart, in a last ditch effort, they had lili

for a while it worked until the pains of motherhood, marriage and poverty got too much and when she turned 5, her parents divorced: her mother got her and her father got his freedom back — apparently that meant never seeing lili again, too

a year after her divorce, her mother met a new man (richer, older) and started a new family alongside that man’s children from a prev. marriage. by the time she was 7, lili was brought back to her grandmother’s and like her father, that would be the last she’d see of her mother

being adopted by her grandmother was a start to a new life, adapting to a new environment and learning that love wasn’t just given: it was earned

her grandmother was the owner of a real estate investment / development group; a woman of high expectations and most of all, showed love like how she did business: she expected results in return for her nurture

in the case of lili: her grandmother enrolled her into all the best programs, nurtured her love for performing, and expected the excellence that proceeded from the investment

but excellence can only go so far with natural talent, lili had the talent but in comparison to her peers, she didn’t have the it needed to take her far, something she learns when she receives no offers to continue her ballet career

( 2017 ) instead, she looks elsewhere to continue her love, to find adoration elsewhere is null when her grandmother is pressuring her for results: she auditions for a company in la and passes; suddenly she’s on a flight to korea and training to debut in a girl group of some unknown company

just when she was about to debut, her grandmother ends up sick and she went home when she was supposed to be practicing/preparing for debut

( 2020 ) she ends up getting dropped from the debut lineup upon return (and still has the audacity to be sad about it) ~

she joins lgc in jul. 2020 after getting dropped from debut and consequently the label

TIDBITS

much prefers to be called lili

was quiet and withdrawn as a kid because of her parental troubles, only was able to really fully express herself through performing

because of that she was able to come out of her shell, however, it was falsified by the desperate need of validation and her inherent ego that waged a war with her insecurities 

has imposter syndrome, so she on the low sabotages herself

such as when she was supposed to debut, she knew what was at stake but still left -> her grandmother didn’t even appreciate her visiting when she was sick, instead she was told to go back to korea and finish what she started

headstrong and stubborn, her grandmother had brought her up to say what was on her mind and not care about others -> it only made her selfish and self-serving

a bit of a tsundere, if you squint but i swear it’s there, she’s not used to people being overly affectionate to her and is very rarely affectionate; will be the one to give an awkward shoulder pat when comforting

honestly because of her parents she doesn't believe in love, thinks it's superficial, thinks lust is also dumb but what can a girl do when she has needs 💅 might also think she's hard to love / doesn't deserve it because of her trauma from her parents and her grandmother

is 100% right, always, even when she is 100% wrong — will argue why she’s right

she likes being as she says ~ playful ~ and riling people up and causing friction, call it what you will but i think it’s the attention-seeker in her thinking that even if she can’t get people to like her, if they’re irritated, that means they have to be thinking about her still? right ???

ambitious to a fault, she will do what she needs to do to get where she wants to, even if that means burning some bridges

her grandmother had taught her to learn to control her emotions, but what can we say, she’s an open book and if she’s not on a default rbf — she’s giving face

v relationship phobe - more or less will keep one at arms’ length; the type to make you think you’re close but you don’t really know much about her 

will get out of everything and anything but saying she doesn’t speak korean / can’t understand what you’re saying

does not like pity, will not stand to be pitied

smokes like a chimney, we know its bad !!! but girl is stressed !!! and when she’s stressed !! she smokes !!

vain, superficial and far too outgoing and confrontational for her own good (can’t be me lmfao) and will 100% tell you what’s on her mind without prompt

she is an enabler, she will enable you 100% to make bad choices

she only cares about her grandmother really because it’s her validation she seeks the most but lbr she seeks validation everywhere in everyone and that’s kind of her ruin because she also has foot in her mouth syndrome and a temper 😵‍💫

PLOT HOLES

⤷  honestly give me everything ! we want drama, friction ! friends who try to dip deep, friends who make her angry ! friends who are obviously surface friends but want to be more ! friends who care but are annoyed with lili's aloof attitude ! friends who are no longer friends ! rivals !!!!! i'll take everything and anything anyone comes up with

NOTE

⤷   also i should have her profile with a proper bio finished soon ~ sorry about that xx

[luvdzu]

emergency getaway

221029 - - - ♡ minutes after the article of eun’s private instgram getting leaked the girls frantically look for eunseo and distract her from the news, namjoon however had different plans in mind

a/n: edited a few things here and there but i just realized that eun and namjoon have only been dating for one year during this time, they're slowburn asf, and i'm glad they found the footing to finally date each other 😭🫶

“Have you seen the article?” The ever so caring leader, Irene pulled up her phone sending the link to the group chat.

“What if unnie sees it?” Yeri mutters, worrying as she clicks the link of the said article Joohyun sent regarding Eunseo.

“She hasn’t entered the chat room so I think we’re safe, let’s just read it to grasp the situation.” Seulgi adds, taking a few glances at their leader silently scrolling her phone, probably halfway through the article.

The dorm was filled with silence– and not only were they alarmed by the sudden article, but also the breach of privacy on their member whose private account got leaked for the world to see.

And if things got worse, her relationship with Namjoon was also at stake, as well as the company reaction, including the fans.

“The relationship was kept as a secret, it wasn’t mentioned at all. But it could be alarming as they might use the information as leverage.” Wendy spoke silently, deep in her own thoughts trying to figure out loopholes and solutions to the “scandal”

“I can’t believe her account got leaked.” Sooyoung frowned remembering the same situation she faced months ago, but the circumstances are different for Eunseo, as she kept their relationship a secret to the company.

“Have you tried calling unnie?” Legs shaking anxiously, Yeri paced around their dorm’s living room as her calls kept coming through Eunseo.

“She’s not answering mine either. I hope she’s somewhere safe.” Seulgi mumbles under her breath, before ending the call in her phone.

“Didn’t she say she would meet Namjoon in his apartment earlier?” Irene thinks, remembering their conversation an hour earlier before the latter left the dorm.

“I’d be glad if she’s with Namjoon, maybe she’s not on her phone?” Wendy suggests trying to lighten up the mood as they cling to hope on Eunseo’s whereabouts.

“Are you feeling okay now? Do you want to stay the night?” Namjoon stands up wrapping his arms around Eunseo, comforting her as much as he possibly can with the situation at hand.

Remaining silent, Eunseo focuses on clearing her head, organizing her thoughts as they fly past her mind.

All your fault. This is all her fault, leaving her second account public like that, it was her mistake. And now it will cause a chain reaction of problems.

Her reputation. Namjoon’s fans. Her fans. The members, how are they feeling. The single action of a member will result in the punishment of the whole group.

They’ve suffered enough and now that things are starting to look better for the team, another setback pushes them back, and this time Eunseo knows she has no one to blame, not even the company.

Because this was all her fault.

“Hey, you don’t have to talk to me but please don’t blame yourself. Your members are probably worried, do you want me to call them instead?”

Eunseo blinks the tears away, pushing them back her eyes, now is the time to be stronger than ever. She needs to defend herself, and her relationship with Namjoon, knowing a few hours later, once the sun comes up, the company will contact her regarding the whole situation.

Knowing the company, they might say a few things, or completely ignore the situation. "Good, or bad, publicity is still publicity," is what their manager always told them during moments like these.

But a dating scandal? After having a clean record for almost 8 years, Eunseo is feeling guilty of damaging her clean track record. Then again, it's not her fault she's dating, both know they've been pushing and pulling this relationship for almost 6 years.

It would be unfair to back out because of a dating rumor. Not just to Namjoon, but to Eunseo, because they both want this.

Eunseo wants to fight for her relationship.

Wrapping her arms around Namjoon, Eunseo succumbs around her boyfriend’s warmth, head slightly leaning on his shoulders they sit in silence as Namjoon rubs small circles on her back, calming her down completely.

“Do you think your manager can take me back to the dorms? I think– I want to be with the members right now.” Eunseo mumbles right between Namjoon’s neck and shoulders.

“Sure, sure, I’ll even come with you, we can go together if you want.” Namjoon reassures her as Euseo breaks away from the hug, staring at Namjoon before rubbing her eyes.

“I appreciate that, thank you Joon. I love you so much.” Eunseo presses her lips against his, giving Namjoon a small peck.

“We’re in this together remember, also HYBE knows so we have nothing to worry about, even if you’re worried the slightest I will help you and be with you along the way. We can do this Eun.”

Eunseo nods her head shyly before wrapping her arms around Namjoon once more.

“You don’t regret coming back to me right?” Namjoon whispers.

Eunseo shakes her head, “You’re my choice, I want us to work Joon.”

“Maybe she’s staying the night at Namjoon’s?” Seulgi spoke to the group, still sitting in the couch waiting for Eunseo.

“Let’s wait for her message before we head in our beds, just a little while. If she needs time we’ll just talk tomorrow.” Irene expressed firmly, still keeping herself sat on the couch.

“Maybe we can wait a little more minutes, surely Eunseo will give us a reply on her whereabouts soon.” Wendy suggests optimistically, sitting down beside the rest waiting.

As their dorm fills with silence, the sound of the doorbell catches the attention of the members as they race to the hallway catching the last few words of Eun’s conversation with her boyfriend.

“Thank you for taking me home, I’ll go ahead and talk to the girls. Thank you for being with me, and calling me when the while article was out.” Eunseo smiles bitterly, as a hint of sadness was etched on her face.

“It’s the least I can do, now don’t worry too much alright? I’m here for you, we’re here for you so go ahead and talk to your members, I’m sure you have a lot to catch up on.” Namjoon whispers, raising his eyebrows towards their silhouettes against the hallway.

After waving goodbye and making sure Namjoon left safely, Eunseo turned around to see the rest of the girls’ waiting for her with open arms.

“Girls…” Her voice in the verge of breaking down, the members immediately come closer wrapping their arms around Eunseo, showing support.

“Don’t say anything, we’ll figure this out together. We’re here for you Eunseo, so don’t worry too much about it okay?” Irene comes forward, moving the hair out of her face before wrapping her arms around Eunseo.

[andi1904]

Pretty Little Daisys - Chapter One

♡ a/n: Hi guys! I'm so happy to finally be uploading the first chapter of this story :3

Every chapter will have a song associated with it and all the parts in bold will be the characters talking in English, otherwise, the full dialogue and thoughts are in Korean. So sorry for any mistakes, and I hope you like it a lot!! Good reading :)

♡ Chapter Song: Strawberry & Cigarettes - Troye Sivan

♡ Chapter Warnings: mentions of alcohol and alcohol use, mentions of cigarettes and cigarettes use, mentions of enteric feeding.

September.2021

There I was walking on campus, hands in my pockets and blasting Nirvana on my earphones. There’s not much to do when you have two hours of lunch between classes, other than walking around campus and just doing some people-watching. My friends decided to keep on working on the essay we needed to submit about our last class, but since I started it earlier, I was able to get this time all to myself.

The campus is no news to me since I have been here for about five years now. I’ve done an undergraduate program in Food and Animal Biotechnology, at CALS (College of Agriculture and Life Sciences of the Seoul National University) and decided to expand my studies this year, hoping to graduate as a FoodTech. In the beginning, I was pretty much reluctant about what major I wanted to go for, but since I loved chemistry, biology, and food (obviously), thought no other course would suit me. Luckily, I ended up loving this area, and I’m thinking of working on food development and research in the future. It’s a really important area, where I can develop food appropriate for people that are hospitalized and need to be fed by a nasogastric tube. Nurses need to administrate the food, but we are the ones who help to research new types of food that can be turned into a paste thin enough to fit on the tube, while also giving less bad experience to the patient. I developed a love for this type of research in my internship at one company that specialized only in this. I’m hoping I can further my studies since I’m starting a project and research on enteral feeding.

I decided to settle for a little coffee shop we have on campus, especially since it’s a pretty good day and it’s a bright sun at this time. I focus my attention on a group of people, three girls and one boy all in long white coats, while talking to someone who seems like a teacher. I thought health students had only classes on the Yeongeon Campus, not here at the Gwanak one, they’re literally on different sides of the Han River.

I kept my attention on them, and I could make out that they were international students from their looks: the guy was tall and had medium hair with some curls and freckles all over his face. His attire is simple because their coats hide almost every inch of clothing that they could be wearing, but he has long straight blue jeans. The girl next to him is almost the same height as him, with short blond hair and long trousers with some flowers printed on them. The other girl seems the older out of all of them, is black with long braided hair, put on a low ponytail, and has green trousers underneath her coat.

The last girl is the one that caught my attention the most: porcelain skin and a slim figure, she looked like every Korean’s guy dreams. She was the shortest out of the rest of the group, had black stockings with a black miniskirt and white Mary Jane’s. I could only see her hair partly since she was the one facing me, but it was black and seemed long. As for the face, the girl has the looks of a model, like an art painting portrayed by Vincent Van Gough himself. She looked Korean or Japanese at least, with sharp double-lid eyes, a beautiful jawline, a slim nose, and full strawberry-painted lips. Right under her left eye, she had two moles, only adding a unique touch to her appearance. She had the most serious face out of all of them and seemed focused.

I couldn’t tell if she acknowledged that every guy who passed by was turning heads to look at her and I could spare one or two glances in my direction, but I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or just in my direction. They started walking away, just as I felt a pair of hands gripping my shoulders tight:

-       What are you looking at man? – Mingyu said right behind me.

-       Just thinking why the hell are health students here on this campus, weren’t they supposed to be on Yeongeon?

He turned his away around, picking up the chair from the table in front of us and sitting just across me:

-       Well, from what I’ve heard they’re nursing students from London. I guess they’re here for the next semester.

-       You’re pretty informed on this matter. – and there I rolled my eyes to him – Why aren’t they in the nursing school?

-       I guess it’s because they’re still meeting the campus here, I don’t know. – he said shrugging his shoulders – But I saw you couldn’t keep your eyes off the Korean girl.

So, you’re Korean then…

-       Well, she just cached my attention, I guess…

-       You can get to meet her, – and there my eyes lit for the very first time in a while – she’s probably going to a welcoming party that they’re hosting in NB2 Hongdae.

-       They do anything to go clubbing, but anyway, is it tonight?

-       Yup. I think you should come, Dong-Min is also coming.

-       Fine, I’ll go. Are you going to order a cab?

And he just nodded his head. Guess the universe wants us to meet up fairy.

There I stood, in front of my body-sized mirror, looking at my outfit: all-black attire, Calvin Klein t-shirt with a short-sleeved shirt, wide pants with white details, and a pair of combat boots on my feet. My hair has gotten longer, so I decided to put it on a half-up half-down style.

I think I look nice for a night out…

Finally heard the bell of my dorm ringing and I yelled that I was coming, luckily, I live alone. When I opened the door, there they stood: Mingyu and Dong-Min.

-       Cinderella can’t be late tonight, you got duties to answer to. – Mingyu started, but I looked at him with a question mark on my face.

-       Common, you’ve got to show heaven to the girl. – now it was Dong-Min forming a smirk on his lips.

-       No need to thank me, - and then I felt Mingyu's arm on my shoulders – but I just found out she’s friends with Hoseok and Minji.

Hoseok and Minji, brother and sister.

Hoseok was an acquaintance of the three of us. He had finished an undergraduate and graduate program in Physical Education and just started working at a school where my little niece studies.

On the other hand, Minji is one of our colleagues who decided to take a master’s degree in Biosystems Engineering. We did our undergraduate program together and I guess she was the only type of girl that I could speak to who wasn’t trying to shove her tongue down my throat or other places. Minji was the kind of girl who would give a helping hand, no matter who you were or how you treated her. Even though we ended up in different graduate programs, we kept in touch as much as possible and would try to hang out as a group every time we could.

-       Cool, she might be nice like Minji. Is she going tonight?

And the two of them nodded. We then left for our cab, or the latter we were, the harder it would be to get inside NB2.

As I was anticipating, NB2 was crowded to the top, mostly SNU students. Every university around here frequently hosts parties, and each one of them has its preferred club: ours is NB2. This was a club known for playing great hip-hop, but I think tonight it will be playing more international songs, just because it’s a welcoming party for the new students, and you were one of them.

The security guard gave us the bracelets after we paid our entrance and, luckily, when we got inside the environment was still quite calm, just a few people grinding on each other, but other than that nothing much was happening. We decided to go to the first floor, even though the space is smaller, the vibe is a lot better. And there I finally saw you, also full in black: an off-shoulder short dress, stockings with knee-high boots, and a bow on your half-up half-down. You also had pretty little moon earrings on your ears. I could see you close to the people that you were this morning, but then you started walking away, going to the balcony outside.

-       I know you saw her. Go outside, smoke a cigarette, and talk to her. – said Mingyu, pointing out to the exit sign leading there.

And before I knew it, my legs betrayed me and started walking by themselves while I found myself following you. Then the cold hair hit my face since it was the end of summer and September was already starting to get a little cooler at night. I decided to light a cigarette right in the corner and when I looked up, you were staring at me. I felt my heart in my throat, and it just started beating faster and faster with every step you took in my direction until you were standing in front of me, and I could finally smell your fruity perfume and see how smaller than me you were, even with heels:

-       Light my cigarette? – were the first words that came out of those strawberry lips – I forgot to buy a lighter here.

Your voice was sweet, and your eyes blinked a lot in this spare time, you were probably nervous. I’ve always been kind of keen on knowing new stuff and getting obsessed with it, that’s why I got to understand so much about body language.

I simply nodded and handed you my bluish lighter, with an opened skull with plants inside. You took a second to look at it and expressed a little smile while murmuring “cute”, then lit your cigarette and scurried your body towards mine, against the wall I was in. I decided to not end our conversation with that:

-       I’m Jeon – I initiated focusing my eyes on yours – Jeon Jeongguk.

-       Lee Areum. – you said, looking back at me.

-       You came from London, right?

-       Yeah, – you started adjusting your posture – We’ll stay for 6 months and then we’ll leave to end our program.

-       What program are you in?

-       Nursing with registration as a children’s nurse, final year, and you?

-       I’m in the first year of my graduate as a FoodTech. – you smile at this.

-       That seems cool.

I just loved how you started to speak to me with so much confidence that you skipped formal language and acted like we were the same age. Most girls do that when they’re interested in an older guy, though I don’t know if you did that on purpose or not, you’re not as easy to read as others.

-       Your Korean is pretty good.

-       I was born here. I just moved to the UK because of my degree.

Your eyes start trailing my outfit, stopping at my arm fully covered in tattoos.

-       I like them. Could even tell you were a tattoo artist.

And I found myself laughing at that. You can’t see all of them, but I can show you:

-       I’ve got more, my arm is fully closed ‘till my shoulder. - by this time, I had already finished my cigarette and you had finished yours – Mind if I buy you a shot?

To that, you never answered… Only smiled, picked my hand up, and started leading me inside, to the bar. I could see some guys eyeing us, and I knew they were jealous since you had already found your guy for the night. Mingyu and Dong-min were nowhere to be found, but I couldn’t care more, as I kept my eyes fully on the back of your head. When we got to the bar, you looked at me and asked me if “Fireball shot was ok” for me. I remember that I only drank that once since it was a rush of sugar and it only tasted like cinnamon, but I agreed.

You called out for the bartender and waited a little bit until you asked for two Fireball shots. I paid for them, and it went down as fast as it got on the table.

-       Can you take another one? I pay this time.

And to that, I wouldn’t disagree. Your voice was always so stern and so assertive in your choice, I liked your confidence. This time you asked for a Tequila Rose shot, strawberry and cream flavor, that fitted just who you were. You paid for them and took my hand again while leading us to the dancefloor. You didn’t need words to make me come after you, I just instantly followed.

Then you stopped and turned your wheels on the spot, meeting my eyes and smiling. The DJ started playing Jay Park’s “Mommae” and I finally felt your hands on my arms while we started dancing. You knew what you were doing when you let me only face your back and glued my hips to yours. My hands tried to guide you instantly, though you didn’t need it, and we stayed like that for a while.

It felt like forever, till you stopped for a while and turned again to me. Your eyes met mine again and you started traveling through my face again and again, only stopping on my lips and looking at my lip ring. My eyes instantly fall right on your lips, full and coated with a pretty pinkish lipstick. Before I knew it, your arms traveled their way to my shoulders, your body was being pulled close to mine and you were finally shutting our lips together. I paused for a second but gave in quickly.

You tasted like alcohol and cigarettes but in such a nice way. Strawberry was the strongest flavor, cinnamon was long gone ago forgotten. I bet I tasted the same as you, a taste that would always remind me of you: Strawberries and Cigarettes.

You finally pulled yourself away, staring me deep in the soul and telling me with a stern voice:

-       This is all you get for tonight. I don’t give myself this easily on the first night.

And there I blinked. Never met a girl… no, a Woman like you. You knew what you wanted, and you detailed all the rules here, instead of just letting yourself give in like girls in the past. Then I saw you turning your heels in the direction of the bathroom, but I kept frozen, now looking at your hair balancing at the rhythm of your hips, to the imaginary wind. After what seemed like an eternity of just standing there, I decided to glue myself to the wall near the women’s restroom and wait for you. Didn’t take long until I finally saw your beautiful face and found myself smiling again, such was the power you had.

-       Think I’mma call it a night, – you started – I must wake up early and prepare our next week here.

-       How are you going to the dorms? By cab? – you just nodded – Well, I can make you some company, just so you’re not alone.

-       Fine for me, just going to warn my friends that I’m leaving, don’t want no one disappearing on our second day here.

And we both laugh at that. You bid goodbye to your colleagues and turn back to my direction. This time, I was the one picking up your hand and leading us outside, since I had called the cab while you were away.

Finally, I saw the Orange Hyundai pulling up on the curb, and the registration matched the one on my phone. I opened the door to you, and we both got into the back seat. Your fingers crawled to my hand that had its palm facing down, and I intertwined our hands. Between giggles and little whispers in the ear, we finally made it to the Yeongeon dorms. You seemed so closed off, but now I finally saw you in a different light.

We swap numbers and Instagram usernames finally bidding our goodbyes. You were ready to put on your door code, but I pulled your hand and made you face me:

-       It was nice meeting you.

 And you just smiled widely and decided to steal another taste of my lips. I stayed there looking at you one last time and finally headed over to the lobby of the dorms again, after hearing a door clicking behind me. I sat on the couch there and decided to head home, even if it was still 3 AM. When I finally arrived, time flew by, and I found myself scrolling through your profile countless times.

You were a beautiful woman, my kind of woman.

And I dozed off.

The weekend rolled by quickly, as always. The only difference was that on Saturday evening, my teacher of Advanced Research Project asked me if I could give a little training to you and your colleagues regarding the project I was developing about enteric feeding into children that were under ten years old. It was the biggest project in my life and obviously, I accepted. Not only could I impress you with my knowledge, but you could give me a better understanding of that topic through a nurse’s eyes. Since then, I spent the whole time preparing a little class from the point of view of a FoodTech and preparing myself for the English part, since it was not my best quality.

And I finally stood in front of you again and your colleagues. I could see you guys back into the long white coats and could no longer see your outfits on fully. Finally, I knew all your names and saw you guys properly: the guy, Noah, in a more formal attire than the first time I saw him. The blonde, Olivia, kept her hair in two short pigtails and swapped to little yellow jeans. The taller girl, Sophia, was in a dress this time, almost to her feet.

And you… You were as beautiful as ever.

Dark blue cargo jeans and a crossed white shirt. Hair low on half-up half-down with a claw clip on the back. Soft dangling earrings and a little moon necklace… you must love the moon.

There it stood my teacher, talking to the teacher that’s guiding you guys. From what I can recall they will be planning an activity in a while, that’s the reason they asked me to give a little helping hand in here. I won’t think twice as long as I see your beautiful face again.

I just loved looking at those two moles under your eye, they were so unique. They made you, you… And there I felt my heart skipping one or two beats, every single time you looked my way. Your orbs looked bigger the more I stared at them, and I wondered if noticed that I couldn’t take my eyes off you, no matter how many people were in the room with us… I had just learned your name in English was Amanda, and it made all the sense since it meant lovable or worthy of love, and you were worthy of everyone’s love…

The teachers bid their goodbyes and I was finally alone with all of you. The nerves finally started kicking in when I felt my palms more sweaty than normal, and my heart was on my throat… I want to impress you…

-       So, my name is Jeongguk. I’m in the first year of a graduate as a FoodTech and I’m here to talk a little more about the project I’m developing, which includes a huge study on the process of making the enteric food that you guys administrate through nasogastric tubes. – to that they all nodded, so I think I’m doing a good job – Last year, on my internship to finish my undergraduate program, I stayed at a company that specialized only on this and decided to further my studies on the topic.  

I had to take a little breath, but so far so good. You keep your eyes focused on all I’m saying, that makes me happy.

-       I decided to study how to process better food for children in hospitals that are under ten years old since it’s already a traumatic experience to be fed by a tube. I can’t imagine if I was a kid that young and someone told me I couldn’t eat my favorite ice cream or my huge hamburger for a long time or forever. That’s why we are making studies on how to make the food have a little better flavor.

The session ended quickly, and I got to learn a lot about some tricks you guys have to do in the cases of food administration. By the end, we went to a classroom and did a little activity where we could taste different types of pastes that we produced and then were administered onto the tubes. Some tasted normal, others were terrible, and everyone made the most disgusting faces ever. We were able to take some good laughs from that.

Whilst we were leaving, I had to talk to you a little more:

-       Hey – I said grabbing your hand – So, I was thinking that maybe we could get some coffee before you head out to your duties.

-       Well, we have now about forty-five minutes, so I guess I can give you a little bit of my time.

The little smirk that stayed on my lips looked so well with the shy smile you were giving me. You told your colleagues to meet you at the lobby in a while and we made our way to the cafe. This place just reminds me of the very first time I saw, it when I was sitting in this exact spot, we’re at now:

-       So, what do you drink? – I asked before the waitress came in to take our order.

-       I drink anything, but milkshakes. – you said while looking away – I’m craving, hm… probably a Caramel Macchiato, I love those.

When the waitress came in to take our order, I didn’t even give you time to order for yourself: a medium Caramel Macchiato and a large Caramel Frappuccino.

You weren’t hungry yet, since you had your breakfast at the cafeteria on Yeongeon Campus.

When our orders came, we simply chit-chatted a little bit and appreciated the view, but while you were looking at the campus, I was looking at you… How beautiful you were. I had never seen someone like that, someone that made my heart skip so many beats, but still made it beat faster than it ever did…

[prodigiousvisions]

💋 (Dazai & Yosano)

FIRST FIVE ASKS TO SEND 💋 GET A KISS. (1/5) - accepting, but only one more is available. | @ofsavior

━━ ˟ ⊰ ♡  a kiss that lingers.

THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY IS AN ORGANIZATION NOT WITHOUT ITS OWN ECCENTRICITIES AND COLORFUL PERSONALITIES. Since Dazai's induction to the organization, slotted notably in a faraway memory of hers, the doctor has had her fair share of outright rejections toward the advances that her coworker would direct her way, regardless of the true sincerity lying behind each one. Perhaps the quota of the day would be satisfied by shooting him a scowl once unsavory flattery met her ears. Maybe it was the curl of a hand around a newspaper that soon met the top of his head in a brisk motion. Needless to say, it wasn't something she held much stock in as a genuine attempt for her affection to be swayed. (Dazai knows better than that surely - a master perceiver of emotions would not enlist such shallow tactics in their modus operandi.) If anything, with the blatant persistence he kept at throughout the years, Yosano views it as something akin to the likes of an ongoing joke.

Yet today is a special occasion. The office is having a party with several causes of celebration abound, and for once, Dazai is present at the heart of it all, unlike many occasions prior when he was caught sneaking off to do who knew what. It is with the merriment encapsulating the air; the comfort of her company that the doctor finds no meaning in exercising refined mannerisms, currently having consumed what would normally be four glasses of wine in quick succession had she not been slugging around the wine bottle itself in her grasp. Hawk-like eyes midst unfocused hues lay sight on the marked length of a certain trench coat, and instantly, she is on the hunt to lock him into a conversation to ensure that he doesn't slip out of the building without reproach.

She initiates, he banters. The specifics further than that muddle in her brain other than the formative fact that she is no longer truly bothered by his flirtations. No, in fact.... wasn't it best to challenge him on it? There certainly was a lot of talk with no actual proactivity. A game at years long standstill was a boring one with no meaning to it. Besides, why not capitalize on a little bit of fun just this once? Her movement is swift in motion, cherry heels click against the flooring as she takes a step forward. Her unoccupied hand reaches forth and yanks him by the bolo tie down to her height. It's merciless; her own innate ability to pull others into her orbit as a saccharine grin meets the confusion on his face with contrasting devilish intent. Be it the law of attraction or something beneath the surface that spills forth like the open wine bottle dripping onto the floor, but their whimsical encounter is branded true by a kiss of crimson onto his lips. By all accounts on her own, the kiss lasts longer than necessary, and the grip bound against his tie remains at the same strength as it was when initially pulled. Once she's satisfied, her hand frees the accessory from her grip and she pulls away with an innocuous tilt of her head.

"How was it? Sweet?" Yosano asks with a tone that practically demands a proper response. She swipes below her lower lip, lackadaisically cleaning up the smudged rouge without a second thought. "Burn that into your memory, Dazai. It's the last time you'll be getting it from me."

[acridcandy]

* ❥ ⎯⎯ hi there, my name is selene ( she / her, 21+ ) and today i'm bringing you your queen s, na aera! she's 25, a business administration student at snu and fashion and lifestyle influencer, part of the s 'n u subplot trinity, and is currently headed on the path to self-destruction now that gossip girl has put a target on her back. fun! i have her dossier ready which has a profile and background on her, but i'll put the tl;dr version that was on her application down below, along with some plots that i can think of! please like this post to plot and i'll head your way, or you can add me on disc @ paraselene woman#8196 which is currently preferred more than tumblr ims. thank you for your time and i'm excited to play out some mess with you all! ♡

⏤ sparknotes bio ;

saw na aera in seoul. they were playing tennis. i think they’re an student and influencer now? a lot of people say they’re kinda deceptive but they seemed super charming to me, tbh. they really look like cho miyeon and remind me of park gulmi though wtf. thought you might want to know because i remember your post about them that said she blackmailed a professor who had an affair with a student. still can’t believe that happened 1 month ago.

oh, how the mighty fall. while aera's life hasn't always been cozy, especially with an egoistic mother, she always had her father to depend on and alleviate her pain. born with beautiful looks and pleasant singing tone to boot, she was scouted on the streets of seoul as a young tween and trained under the top entertainment industry in hopes of becoming an idol. while not making the opportunity of debuting in their next girl group, she left the company after 4 years only with a growing number of followers on her social media due to the rumors, and popularity that spilled from online into real life. this is where she cultivates her sweet persona, one that drastically differs from her actual personality that she keeps under tight wraps. after taking a couple of years off from university once her mother passes away after aera turns 21, it's only a few years later that she finds herself becoming one of seoul national's most well known current students, and well beloved. it feels like she doesn't get enough time to savor her status before life falls to collapse. she finds out that one of her friends is actually her step-sister by way of her father, and then gossip girl marking her return by spotlighting herself and her friends, which internally shakes her to her core ⏤ especially since she was able to evade her watchful eyes prior to her disappearance. after the post about the tumultuous relationship between her, her sister and prince charming goes viral she chooses to power through the fretfulness, pretending as if it were nothing even though others start to look at her at a different light. the cracks in her armor fully show once gossip girl ups the anti to expose her best kept secret about the professor, which brings her budding career to a screeching halt despite an attempt to still play the victim. aera has always adored attention, but with gossip girl wreaking havoc in her life she feels as if she's spiraling towards full destruction ⏤ she's lost her mother, feels like she lost her father, losing her sister and flame, and now an attempt on her career. however, aera would be damned to give up anything without a proper fight.

⏤ currently ;

the cracks in her formerly impenetrable armor are clearly showing now. usually hard to anger, she's prone to emotional outbursts every now and then and is a little less friendly to the general public, not knowing who she can trust anymore. but her motto is to ignore it as if it never happened, despite the fact that isn't working out so hot for her.

just got off her one month "reflection" period on social media that was mandated by her management company. her following has taken an obvious hit, and it probably would have done her better to reflect for a longer period, but

girl is escapist central right now. drugs, drinking, sex, any vice you name it ⏤ anything to get away from this hellhole for at least a couple of hours or so. queen of also making bad decisions for temporary satisfaction.

⏤ plots and ideas ;

looking for the monet de haan to her julian calloway ⏤ moreso in the sense that someone who is close to her and she doesn't have to pretend with, but also fuels her bad decision making. a tight but vicious team to anything that could potentially stand between their goals.

in the same vein: party friends who also enable her hedonist ways and she returns the favor, her favorite group rn

someone who she really valued that now looks at her differently since the gossip girl's posts and has acted accordingly. she'd do anything to get them back on her side

former victims of her vindictive nature: maybe people who have tried to steal her thrown or blackmail her, others who have also tried to get prince charming's attention, rivals, people who just came across her on a bad day, whatever!

a specific friends w benefits / fuck buddy type of relationship that she loves to hit up to release stress. maybe things are starting to get complicated between them?

even though her mother is out of the picture, her mother's family is not. maybe they're trying to find a suitor for her to continue the family bloodline and are trying to marry her away to someone? maybe she doesn't like this dude because of that?

someone that's worried about her and is trying to help her get her act together?

and ofc the usual of general friends, ex lovers, cousins, enemies, etc.

tbh i think i'm a lot better at brainstorming but thank you for reading this far if you did!

[hisunshiine]

— client centered | jhs

📲 pairing: chaebol!hobi x chaebol!reader 📲 genre: CEO au. arranged marriage au. minor enemies2lovers vibes. nsfw 18+. arranged marriage au. angst, smut, fluff.  📲 warnings: absent father issues, emotional constipation at times from Y/N, alcohol consumption but not drunk, a lot of business talk as the arranged marriage and the issues that arise revolve around the business. explicit sexual content: soft!domHobi, sub!reader, caretaker vibes, kissing, lip biting, foreplay, nipple play, oral m. & f. receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, squirting, mentions of marking, unprotected sex, hobi has a big dick, dirty talk with pet names, praise kink, possession kink, begging, multiple orgasms, it’s messy and wet, switching positions, barely-there choke play, over stimulation, aftercare in the form of kissing, cuddling, and soft touches  📲 summary: When JinHit board-member & ½ of the resident playboy team Jung Hoseok is finally forced to settle down, you don’t expect to be the one he’s matched with. As the heir to a cosmetics company, you have a lot riding on your ability to operate a business and a husband that’s tied to JinHit can only help… Unless he’s not the CEO type you hope for him to be. With the threat of your company going bankrupt, an arranged marriage to announce, and emotional baggage to unpack, you’ll be lucky to deliver client-centered results.   📲 word count: 25.4k I actually thought it was going to be 15k 🤡 📲 author’s note: THIS STORY INCLUDES READER ACCESSIBLE TEXT UNDER THE IMAGES FOR THOSE WHO CANNOT PROCESS THE VISUALS OR TUMBLR ACTS UP. ♡ i promise if it’s the last thing i do, i will finish this series! for those who have stuck with me since i started it, THANK YOU. you were the reason i didn’t quit writing to be honest, because the feedback I got on the first story (Tae’s) was so overwhelming, I decided to stay ♡ if you haven’t read the first 3, i do suggest you do, as they all tie together in a nice big web and will continue to do so! the previous YN’s do make an appearance in each other’s stories as well! SPECIAL THANK YOU to @peachiilovesot7 for the amazing beta reading of this monstrosity. you kept me accountable and i wouldn’t have done it without you. also @jinfizz who beta read it initially when i was stuck and couldn’t get it going, you gave me some amazing feedback that helped motivate me again. some other betas as well for their feedback! Luna @MyOT7Heart, Seon @malibuseo​, Chelsea @whippedbywonho1, Natasha @queentiti72​ Michelle @neoneunnajimin​

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masterlist | one | two | three | you are here | five | six | seven

“You will marry, Y/N. More is at stake than you think,” your mother says from behind her old oak desk. As a child, it was your favorite item to play under. But now, you hate that thing. It does nothing but to serve as a barrier between you and your mother, who seems more like a stranger as the days pass.

“Mother, please. I am begging you.” Your tone changes to that of a plea. “I do not want to marry for the company. I am sick of all of these chaebol types—”

“Enough.” Her stern look silences you more than her words. “I will hear no more of this. You will attend the annual charity gala in two days, where you and Jung Hoseok will meet and then in a month, announce your plans to wed. The matchmaker gave you the list, and you looked over each profile. Taemin reviewed all of the portfolios of every man you have met with. He said Jung Hoseok is the last one on the list. So you will make it work. End of discussion.” And with the finality of her words, she looks away from you, turning back to her computer and the ledger planted on the desk, eyes darting between the two.

You stand up from the chair opposing her desk, eyes brimming with unshed tears. It has been years since you had uttered these words at her, probably hadn’t said them since you were a tiny child, but at this moment, where she had just stripped you of your ability to choose for your own future, you hurl the words.

“I hate you.”

Your mother didn’t even look up at you.

“Close the door on the way out, Y/N. Get some sleep, it’s late.”

Back in your room, you sit at the end of your oversized bed, weeping. It isn’t fair, you have done everything asked of you, and the one thing you want in life is the ability to at least choose who you spend the rest of it with. 

Wiping your tears, you sit up and look over at the framed photo of your family from years ago. You were happy there. You still had your dad, your brother wasn’t working at the Japanese branch of the company, and your mom was—well she wasn’t demanding you marry someone you barely knew.

Jung Hoseok. The heir to the Jung fortune, who spends as much time in the tabloids as he does in between women’s legs. But of course, none of that mattered. Once you and Hoseok debut to the world as a couple, all of his past indiscretions will disappear. That’s how it always happened; you’d seen it too many times before. Of course the man’s past behaviors weren’t necessarily finished with once married. One of your biggest fears in all of this is that Hoseok will embarrass you by continuing to fuck around with various women, making a mockery of you and your family. 

Your phone buzzes, and you reach for it, seeing the message light up the screen. The name makes you want to scream. Damn him, Matchmaker Park. You curse his name silently as you read through his message. 

Matchmaker Park: Your mother explained to me that you will be moving forward with Jung Hoseok-ssi. You will find his portfolio in the stack you left in the foyer. I will let his family know your intentions and invite him to the charity ball as your date…I know that you don’t want an arranged marriage, but I did my best to find the most fitting partner choices for you. 

You: Sure, Taemin-ssi.

Matchmaker Park: Your father would have chosen the same men for you that I did. I want you to be happy. If I’m honest, Hoseok-ssi was my first pick for you. I think he would have liked him for you too.

You: Well, I guess we will never know, will we?

You set down your phone, irritated at your godfather. Park Taemin was your mother’s best friend growing up, and as such, was your 대부 (daebu), or godfather. He had been close with your parents, befriending your mother as well once the three of them were in high school. When your father left when you were seven and your mother had to step up at the company to provide for you, he tried to step in here and there to be a father figure of some sort, and at the time, you were grateful for it. 

Your dad was unable to be there for you like you wanted. He was the one person who seemed to be full of life in the house, and his absence left it bleak and cold, so your godfather was a welcome comfort. Then your mother had decided he would be a great matchmaker to hire for you. He then became your enemy, and you vowed to make this difficult.

A part of you knows that there is no escaping this. An arranged marriage is common for people of your caliber. Marrying someone who is not in the business circle in Seoul has never been in your future. Your portfolio was created and updated over the years with your accomplishments, hobbies, education, and job ventures. As a small girl, you loved the idea that some guy would look through it and learn about you and decide you were the perfect girl for him.

Now, you know better. This isn’t some fairytale romance. And even the best matchmakers got it wrong. Look at your parents. Your dad couldn’t stand to be with your mom, so he ran off, leaving you and your brother alone to deal with the consequences. You had created a list from the moment you turned fifteen and received your first stack of profiles; a new list of choices delivered every few years for you to review and organize into a pile for your daebu to assemble.

Throwing yourself dramatically onto your bed, you didn’t even change out of your clothes, too tired from angry tears to do much more than roll over in bed and fall asleep.

Hoseok wakes from the sound of his phone blaring underneath his head. Reaching blindly with his hand, he pats under the pillow until he finds it, silencing it with a press to the side button.

A groan from beside him reminds him he isn’t alone. 

“Hey,” his voice rasps, trying to gain the attention of the sleeping bottle-blonde next to him.

“Eunji,” He tries again, this time pushing her shoulder to wake her.

“It’s Eunjoo, asshole.”

She sits up slowly, stretching as her hair falls down her naked body. Hoseok eyes her build, noting the small bruises his fingers had made in her skin. 

“Whatever, you gotta go. Need me to call you a Kakaotaxi?” Hoseok is reading through his messages, a feeling of dread sinking in as he remembers how he ended up here. His parents, fed up with his behaviors, had finally gone through with their threat to get him to behave. They turned in his damned portfolio to a matchmaker, who had finally contacted them yesterday about a match. His parents were in heaven. Being matched with you, of all women, would be perfect for counteracting all of his antics. Hoseok sighs, so lost in thought he misses Eunjoo’s reply.

“When is the taxi coming, Hobi?”

“Oh, um—” Hoseok switches apps quickly, punching in the info, “—looks like about seven minutes or so.”

“Great, enough time to brush my teeth.”

Eunjoo disappears into the adjoining bathroom, and Hoseok returns back to what he was looking at on his phone screen. An image of you, Lee Y/N, and a confirmation of matchmaking.

Hoseok knew this day would come, and had been expecting it to come a lot sooner than now, if he’s honest with himself. Despite all of his father’s threats, he hadn’t ever followed through on it. Until now. Sitting at the breakfast bar, he sends a message to his group chat of friends.

BTS CEO’s

HS: It’s happened. The worst thing ever. Has finally happened.

JM: Ball and Chain?!?!?! 

JK: Oh shit, sorry man

SJ: Seriously, it’s about time you grow up 

MY: Finally.

TH: No more scandals in the paper?! Great!

HS: Wow, that was one time, thanks for your support.

JM: Actually it was twice, but who’s counting?

NJ: Technically, it was three, but I was able to get the dick pic leak removed from the site. You still owe me for that.

HS: What’s that? Oh, sorry, gotta go feed my dog, BYE!

Setting his phone down, he almost misses his dad, who is about to walk out of the door with his golf clubs in tow. 

“Dad!” he calls out, and his dad pauses, tucking his pageboy hat under his arm.

“Hoseok,” he says with a hint of concern in his voice. “Is everything alright?”

“Look, I’m sorry dad. I know that I’ve been behaving a little recklessly, and that I promised to slow it down, and I did!” He rushes the end as his dad sighs, ready to walk away from the conversation. “Please don’t make me marry her.”

“Have you even spent time with her, Hoseok? And no, your school days don’t count. You know she’s a good girl from a good family. No scandals, no bad press; the exact opposite of you. She will work wonders for your image, son.”

“You mean wonders for yours. You can finally have another child to be perfect like Ji-Woo. Y/N is the perfect daughter-in-law to ‘tame’ your wild child son.”

“You know that’s not what I think Hoseok—” His father’s phone begins to ring at that moment, and Hoseok shakes his head as he steps backwards away from his dad.

“Whatever, dad.”

“Hoseok—I have to answer this, son. I’m sorry.”

Hoseok returns to the kitchen, the long hallway from where he had spotted his father echoing his voice as he answers the phone.

“Oh, son! Don’t forget the gala coming up. Two days. We will be meeting with the Lee’s before we go to the event. I’ll have my assistant send you the details.”

With these parting words, his dad disappears out the door, and Hoseok wonders if it’s too early for a drink.

The ballroom around you is frilly, persnickety, and loud. You arrive later than you had promised your mom, because of all of the ‘plastic’ oozing from the people around you. You don’t like it one bit. Watching your mom wade through the crowded floor, you roll your eyes as she stops to greet everyone with kisses to surgeon-crafted cheekbones and small, uncomfortable bows. Pretentious. It is all pretentious and you didn’t realize how much you actually hate all of this chaebol fakeness. 

“Y/N-ssi, it’s time for you to meet with the Jungs,” your mom’s assistant tells you, stylus clicking rapidly against her smartphone. She accompanied you on the ride over, presumably to make sure that you actually arrived.

Standing stiffly, you adjust the way your gown sits at your waist, positioning the slit so your leg peaks through gracefully. The red dress was a little more risque than your mother had wanted, but you thought it might help with deterring the Jungs from wanting you as a match for their son. 

“Finally, let’s go. They’ve been waiting for us.” Your mom’s claw-like nails dig into your arm as she grips you close to walk over to a round table that holds three of the four members of your future family—unless you can convince them otherwise.

Once you reach said table, you see them all stand, with the father waving over Hoseok from the nearby table of alcohol and his friends. You have to tilt your head to meet the eyes of his father, and similarly, to meet Hoseok’s as well, once he reaches you. All of them are tall and willowy, and in their evening attire they are stunning to the eyes. It is easy to see why all of the girls seem to fawn all over Hoseok.

Cute dimples at the corner of his smile with high cheekbones that framed each side of that heart-shaped grin…even you can’t deny the allure of Jung Hoseok. It’s honestly baffling. He has such a reputation of being what some people would say, well, to put it simplest: a man whore. 

But here, standing before you as you and your mom approach, all you can see is the man he was born to be. The CEO of his family’s company, welcoming and polite, graceful in movement and commanding a powerful aura that you weren’t sure he even knew he had possessed. You wonder if his parents care that he’s in the tabloids more than in the office.

“Lee So Yeon, thank you for meeting with us.” Hoseok’s father greets your mom with a slight bow, which she returns.

“Jung Sung Hoon, the pleasure is ours. We are so excited to finally move forward with this.” 

Her smile sickens you as you watch her speak in her business voice, bowing as she greets Ji Yeon, Hoseok’s mother. You follow suit though, bowing low as you greet each of the members of the family. You feel a slight pinch under your arm from your mom as she tugs you towards the table, reminding you to smile. You tighten the muscles of your cheek in order to hide the grimace of discomfort from the pinch, and sit down next to Ji Woo and across from Hoseok. 

“Where is Y/N’s father?” Ji Yeon asks from where she’s seated next to your mom, oblivious to the way her husband and your mother’s mouths pinch slightly, broaching a topic that most avoid around your mom. 

“He won’t be attending any of our planning events, but no worries. I am more than prepared to meet and discuss the details with you.” 

Hoseok stares at you, watching the way you shift in your seat, and he decides to pull the attention away from that line of questioning.

“So you want us to marry, cool. What’s the point of all of this—” he gestures with his hand around the ballroom “—fanfare? Couldn’t we have met at a restaurant or at each other's house?”

“Hoseok!” His mom reprimands him, and you see your own mother relax as the tension releases at the topic shifting from your absent father.

“What? I’m bored, I’m sure that Y/N is bored, so can we get to the point so we can go join our friends?” He nods his head towards the group of men standing near a champagne fountain and ice sculptures, and your eyes turn to see a group of men you went to school with. 

“Enough, Hoseok.” 

He sits back, crossing one leg over the other in a cocky show of backing down, and you watch as his eyes turn to you. Locking pupils, he offers a small smile and you send one back, silently thanking him.

“Lee So Yeon, your family business is well known. A successful skincare brand in a country that touts the best of the best…being able to stay on top with so many competitors is amazing. And to have raised such a beautiful daughter? We are so happy to be joining families.”

“Yes, we love your products,” Hoseok’s sister chimes in, “and we think that this marriage will be just as successful as both companies we are tied to; JinHit and LeeCo.” 

You know that Ji-Woo works for the company, with JinHit having several divisions that deal with various things, most notably within the entertainment industry, cyber-security, and property management. She herself works pretty high up on the entertainment side, dealing with styling and fashion design. It’s no surprise to you that she would be aware of LeeCo. and how it could benefit JinHit.

“Thank you, and I do agree. Anyone would be lucky to be paired with your son. He is quite eye-catching. Which of you does he get it from?” Your mom jokes, wrangling in the audience like she always does, and you zone out, no longer caring. It seems both parents are sold on the two of you coming together, and escape would be futile. If history was anything to go by, attempting to go against the “plan” would be more pain than it was worth.

“So, Y/N, what are your thoughts about the new venture JinHit has made? Do you see LeeCo. adopting any practices in the future?”

You turn your eyes towards Hoseok’s dad, trying to find where they were at in their conversation.

“Erm, I think it’s great.”

“Well, of course it is, having the company go green and become more sustainable has made our lives a bit easier. More things are accessible online and protestors have moved on to other companies to badger instead.” Hoseok provides you with a synopsis of the conversation you missed, and you catch on quickly.

“Oh, I’m sure! I would love to be able to do that for LeeCo., but going sustainable costs a lot. Our plan is to roll out sustainability options within the next five years.”

“Oh, surely we can do that a lot faster now,” Hoseok’s dad interjects. “Once the engagement is announced, I’m sure we will be able to do a lot to help with that goal.”

The business woman in you immediately sees plans blooming in your mind: ways to take the company green, and for the first time since you found out about Jung Hoseok, you think it might not be so bad.

“Anyways, we can discuss this all later. Right now, why don’t you two spend some time together tonight? Get some candid photographs taken by the media, let them start to speculate about your relationship for the rest of the evening. Hoseok-ah, why don’t you take her over to your friends?”

You take a deep breath and Hoseok offers you his hand in order to lead you over to his group. You accept it, though keeping your distance physically as you move through the slightly crowded room. 

“Y/N! So nice to see you!” JinHit’s CEO Kim Namjoon greets you heartily, and it feels weird, standing here with the boys you went to high school and college with, acting like you all had gotten along back then. 

“Namjoon-ssi.”

“Haven’t changed much have you, doll?” Yoongi intones from the side table, where he’s leaning. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You don’t like the tone that Yoongi’s voice takes and so you challenge him, meeting his eyes.

“It means, you’re still as frigid as ever.”

The younger men behind Yoongi burst out into laughter, though they quickly try to turn their laughs into coughs or use the many glasses of champagne as a reason to turn away and hide their smiles. 

“Oooh, good one, Yoongi-ssi. I’m sure that your sunshiney attitude is why Ye-Jin left you.” 

This time, the three men, hiding in their champagne flutes, begin choking on the bubbly liquid, some squirting out of Taehyung’s nose causing Jimin and Jungkook to laugh even harder. You feel the burst of triumph in your chest knowing that you were able to one up him, but mostly you feel tired of hearing the same bullshit. 

Frigid. Cold. Heartless. You just didn’t care to be fake or befriend people for their money, and growing up, this group had the most of it. Surrounded by fake people and too much money to be decent people, you had decided early on that you and the BTS frat bros would never get along. If that made you a frigid bitch, so be it.

“Okay, well good to see ya, I’m gonna take Y/N over to grab some appetizers before the presentation starts.”

“Ain’t enough sugar on that table to make that ice princess sweet.”

He may have muttered it, but you hear it regardless, throwing a menacing look over your shoulder at Yoongi as Hoseok led you away from his friends and towards the opposite end of the room. 

Hand pressing against your lower back, he leans close to whisper into your ear as the paparazzo takes photos of the party. 

“Don’t let Yoongi get to you, he and his girl are fighting right now. It’s not Ye-Jin anymore though, he’s dating someone new. They’ll be fine by tomorrow, but you know how he is.”

The motion of Hoseok’s whisper catches their eye, and you’re blinded momentarily by the flashes of the cameras as Hoseok’s lips graze the side of your neck underneath your ear before he pulls away.

Tight-lipped and hiding your discomfort from the privacy invading photos, you try to figure out if he’s lost his mind. 

“Hoseok! What are you doing?” 

“Chill, sweetheart, we’re getting married soon. I’m just making the process a little more fun.”

Years of practice keeps you from tripping over your feet, but the cold dread that fills your chest at the reminder is enough to make anyone freeze. Marriage. In three months, you would marry the man next to you, someone you’ve known your whole life, but also barely know at all. A man you did not choose. Who did not choose you. What’s to say you’ll choose to stay with each other? 

Waiting for the announcement to be seated didn’t take long, and soon, you’re side by side with your future fiance. With your focus on the stage, you take in the petite woman presenting her slideshow on the charity gala topic, Namu, the non-profit organization started by JinHit. You learn from Khaity, the speaker, that Namu started its work with JinHit to help turn the company green and is now accepting donations from companies, stakeholders, and the public in order to begin working to make changes legislatively within the country, and would utilize raised funds to pay for the workers. 

Another speaker takes the stage, hugging Khaity as she receives applause, and you’re thrilled to learn the benefits from her that align with your earlier thoughts. Right now, there are only grants and funding for companies to research sustainable options. If a company consults with one of the foundations and receives a report, that foundation receives money from the government to continue their research, and the company will receive money based on the report to help them implement the changes identified, but there is nothing in place to make sure that they make the changes. It's a flaw in the system.

Namu wants to work on the legislation and implementation aspect. The money they are hoping to raise tonight to pay for more workers means that other corporations would be able to have a Namu person on-site who makes sure sustainable options are put into practice. Currently, companies are waiting for the government to match their efforts, so Namu is pushing legislation to provide government tax breaks for big businesses who meet the implementation requirements for the green initiative Namu plans to put into place. 

It is honestly such a great idea, and you itch to grab your notepad and pen from your small purse to start planning. 

“Hey,” Hoseok leans into you, his hand resting atop of your fingers that had been tapping incessantly and driving him mad. “Don’t worry, the presentation is almost over, and then after we eat, I can drive you home okay?”

Realizing he mistook your tapping for boredom or anxiety, you shake your head and correct his thought.

“No, I’m actually excited about this venture, I’m really interested in it!” you whisper back to him excitedly. 

“Oh, wow, you’re like the only person in here actually interested in their powerpoint,” he chuckles, and you don’t like that you enjoy the sound of it while he makes fun of you. It makes you feel like you're fifteen again, heart racing at his playful teasing in civics class.

“Whatever.” You wave away his teasing, picking up your glass of champagne to lubricate your vocal chords to whisper a little easier. “We’re here to write checks to charity, and this is a non-profit that wants to not only help the earth, but help our companies be better.”

“We spend enough paying for a seat at this thing, money that goes straight to the non-profit. They just hope we all get drunk enough to write another check or two and we pay to attend so we can rub shoulders with other big companies to keep the money within the 1%.” 

Hoseok pauses to sip from his own champagne glass before continuing. Scooting closer to him so you can talk means you get a perfect view of his elegant neck as his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. “Most of the people in this room are here to A, make business deals or B, get laid, thanks to that expensive drink package offered. Probably both.”

“And why are you here, Hoseok?” You can’t help but to lean into the conversation with him; he’s still holding onto your hand and the conversation's topic feels like it’s taken a turn to the flirty side. You may appear cold to those who don’t know you, but you’re warm blooded through and through. 

“Please, call me Hobi,” his eyes bore into yours despite the dim lights to help illuminate the presentation on the stage, “and I, my lovely girlfriend, well...I believe that you and I are here for both.”

Hearing Hoseok call you his ‘girlfriend’ reframes the thoughts racing through your head and you realize you’re more like the chaebols in this room than you care to admit. 

Saturday night puts a lot of thoughts into perspective for you, starting with the most blaring one. Jung Hoseok is your boyfriend, in the most simple of terms. One family meeting at a charity gala and you are officially off the market, according to your social media profiles. Already, it feels as inorganic as you thought it would; it was everything that you had wished your love life would never be.

But this is how it turned out, and you will be damned to let it stop you from enjoying other aspects of your life. You’ll grin and bear the relationship like you’re expected to do and make the best out of the situation. Who needs love to be happy, anyways? If only you can convince yourself to believe your thoughts. 

Color you surprised when you receive an email Monday morning from the CEO of JinHit, Mr. Kim Namjoon himself, personally inviting you, the Chief Operating Officer within LeeCo. Cosmetics, to a lunch meeting. 

Your mom had told you that now that you and Hoseok are making the plans to formally announce your engagement in a month, things would start to move fast in order to get LeeCo. and JinHit working together. 

Before you can reply, a new email responding to Namjoon appears in your inbox: Jung Hoseok.

‘Joon, I’ll grab my girl on the way to the office, see you at noon.’ 

Furiously typing out your response, you pause as your office phone begins to ring, answering it with barely a glance at the caller ID.

“What?” you spit out, angry at the caller for speaking for you in the email.

“I’ll be outside at 11:45, what do you want to eat?”

“What?” Your tone changes, genuinely thrown off by the fact that he didn’t react how people normally do when you spit venom, as well as his question.

“Just because you change your tone doesn’t mean saying the same word will change what I’m saying. Now what do you want to eat? I’ll get it for the lunch meeting on my way to grab you.”

You let out a sigh, feeling the anger dissipate as you remember where your future is headed. 

“Sushi. Tempura roll. Make sure it has cream cheese and avocado. Spicy Mayo on the side. Oh and grab a Chilsung Cider. Peach.”

“Ooh, bossy…I like it.”

Your response is hanging up the phone. 

Hoseok arrives right on time, and you meet him out front, surprised to see your betrothed looking so…casual. Of course, he was leaning against a flashy sports car, but his white button down shirt untucked from his black designer slacks made him look more approachable, hair still wet from the shower he must’ve taken before coming to pick you up.

The street behind him is crowded with pedestrians heading to get lunch and you feel a bit weird being out in public with him, seeing coworkers eye your exchange with him as he smiles widely as you approach. You notice at the last moment a small gift bag with colorful tissue paper peeking out hanging off of his fingers and he’s holding a few stems of orchids in a small, clear vase resting on his palm. He pushes off of the car and steps towards you, holding the gift and vase out in your direction. 

“What’s this?”

Hoseok’s smile only seems to get brighter, and you’re tempted to shield your eyes from the sun that is him.

“Orchids. And a gift. For your desk.”

Stepping to the side, he opens the passenger door for you to climb in, handing you the items once you’re seated. You can’t help but watch him as he walks around the front of the car, pants fitted enough to show off his athletic build as he walks. Not to mention the shiny black boots that only make him look a little edgier… 

You turn to look out of the window in order to school your emotions into a bored look. Shutting his car door, he pulls your attention once more as he asks you if you’re ready to head out. You nod, letting yourself take in his cute dimples before facing the road once again.

The ride to the JinHit office is filled with Hoseok singing along softly to R&B songs that you didn’t think were his vibe, but oddly fit the way he drives you. Not too fast or too slow—a controlled pace that allowed him to maneuver smoothly around other drivers but still allows you to feel safe with him at the wheel. 

You take the time to observe him as he drives, comparing the man before you to the boy you remember from high school. He appears the same for the most part, but after spending the other night with him and his family and now being in his presence, he’s different. 

Back then, you remember he was always loud and attracting attention. Memories of him at lunch throwing off his school uniform jacket to dance to hip hop music and attract the cheers of girls, being the class clown who still was able to earn good grades, and always with a different popular girl on his arm every month. 

You know that he still maintains his flavors of the month, according to the gossip on WeVerse—the favorite app amongst conglomerate workers to anonymously air out grievances, check reviews of various companies, view insight into salaries across similar careers, and the best part—stay up to date on the office gossip of the rich and the famous. 

You figure that a WeVerse Manager must work for or be an insider for one of the bigger companies, as the account posts updates of all of the top chaebol drama. As the COO of LeeCo., you check the app daily for any reviews of your company, as it was apparent that any type of grievance or even rumours that people upload get viewed by the masses and can be leaked to media outlets. Knowing that criticisms can and usually do grow, avalanching into a shit show that can end a large business in one fell swoop, you make sure to take a peek daily for any disgruntled murmurs.

So this is how you know very well the antics that one Jung Hoseok has been up to since graduating from college and seemingly going your separate ways. The late nights stumbling from Itaewon’s hottest nightclubs, reckless penthouse parties that cops have to shut down, arriving at the airport half dressed after a long night out with beautiful women—you’ve seen evidence of it all. 

Thinking of the app, you remember that you forgot to check it earlier in the office, but at that moment, your phone pings with a message from Taemin.

Taemin: Congratulations. I heard from your mom about the meeting with the Jung’s. I’m really excited for you.

You: Thanks. 

Taemin: Sigh. Don’t hate me forever, honey. I only want what’s best for you.

You: If you really wanted what was best for me, you would have let me decide. Gotta run to a meeting. 

Locking your phone, you look up and see that Hoseok is pulling his car into the parking garage. You set the orchid vase on the floor of the car, and once the car stops, you get out of it, stretching from the cramped seating of a low sports car. 

Hoseok grabs the handles of a large paper bag from the backseat before he motions for you to follow him into the parking garage elevator. The whole walk through the building, you’re in awe of the sheer size of the company. You know that JinHit has varying relationships with the companies that handle the different areas that you consider to be JinHit overall, seeing as Kim Namjoon, as the CEO, oversees all of the different divisions. 

You can’t imagine what it would be like to have such a massive company, and you nearly gasp out loud when your thoughts connect the dots that you are about to become part of the very massive company you are unable to wrap your head around.

“Joonie!” Hoseok’s voice is loud as you approach a hallway lined with offices. He’s almost giddy when the door at the end of the hallway opens up and a woman opens the door for the two of you to walk in.

“Seriously Hobi?” Namjoon grimaces, shaking his head back and forth while he stands to greet you both. 

“What, we’re the same age, and best friends at that, so I can call you Joonie.” Hoseok is being overly playful, not professional at all, and you grit your teeth together in a forced smile.

“Good afternoon, Namjoon-ssi, thank you for having us for a lunch meeting.”

“No need to be so formal, Y/N.” Namjoon’s dimples appear as a real smile takes over his exasperation of his friend. “I hear we’ll be celebrating you joining our little group as a dear sister in law soon.” Namjoon winks, and you nod, thoroughly shaken at how everyone seems happy about this upcoming marriage except you.

“Yes, we haven’t formally announced anything, since we’ve only JUST started publicly dating, but that is the goal. By the way, did you see the picture of us from the charity gala?”

“Yes, you guys make a very photogenic couple. Well, come on and have a seat and we can eat first and then go over all of the information. NaBi?”

The petite woman who had opened the frosted glass door to Namjoon’s office glances up from where she’s sitting at the very end of the table, reviewing a stack of paperwork.

“Yes, Sajangnim?”

You instantly like this woman; her formal use of the term CEO, coupled with her overall business aura speaks to the business woman in you. You take a seat while Hoseok begins to unpack the food.

“We’re going to eat, why don’t you go ahead and take lunch now? I’m sure you can catch Kook right about now. Please call Khaity to come up and join me and I’ll make sure that she emails you any important documents that need to be uploaded appropriately and filed away in the system.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll call Khaity now, and be at my desk once you are done with your meeting.”

Nabi stands, gathering her files before she heads out of the room.

Namjoon passes you sanitizing wipes in order to cleanse your hands and you pass the container to Hoseok after. The door opens, showcasing the woman who presented at the gala on Saturday night carrying a tablet, and she joins you at the table after stopping to kiss Namjoon briefly.

“We haven’t formally met yet, but I’m Khaity! I’m in charge of NAMU. I’ll be joining you for the meeting after we eat.” 

Her bubbly personality was undeniable, and where you typically would avoid someone so welcoming, there was an air about her that made you feel like it was okay to relax a little. Despite this, you eat quietly, allowing the three friends to chat amiably for the next half hour or so, only chiming in when they direct questions to you. You finish before everyone else, and use the time to excuse yourself to the restroom you passed in the hallway to freshen up before the meeting.

—

“First off, thank you so much for the generous donation you made to NAMU. We really appreciate it, we can do so much good with the help.”

“Please, I loved your presentation! NAMU seems like a great non-profit organization and the way that it can both help businesses and hold them accountable while helping the planet is genius.”

Khaity visibly blushes, and Namjoon takes her hand gently, eyeing her with pride.

“She’s been an amazing help turning JinHit and it’s subsidies into green companies. And that’s why she’s here for the meeting. We’re interested in partnering with LeeCo. Cosmetics. The entertainment division would benefit the most from the partnership, exclusively utilizing LeeCo. products, and LeeCo. will have any JinHit artist at their disposal for marketing and advertising purposes should we partner.”

The partnership with JinHit that Namjoon is laying out for LeeCo. sounds amazing to your ears. It’s more than you thought it would be, being able to sell your product to JinHit’s entertainment division for all of the services they offer, and your mind can’t even math all of the mathing that music videos, advertisements, photo shoots, interviews, and more could earn your company. Not to mention the use of JinHit’s big name artists and actors for LeeCo. adverts that would help your company become a household name. 

“Now, before we do the official contract reviews and signing with Yoongi-hyung, we need to formulate the business plan for this venture.” Namjoon slides you an open box, a brand new Samsung Galaxy tablet nestled in the box still, though the screen was unlocked and opened to a document. “This tablet is yours. It’s not set up yet, but you’ll have time to do that later. Part of our go green initiative within the company. NaBi can take you to our CIO to get everything set up for you after this. Sorry, where was I?”

You gesture to the tablet you’re now holding, pushing aside your notebook and setting your pen on top. “You were discussing the document on the tablet, sir.”

“Please, Namjoon is fine. I hope we can be friends.”

You nod, wary of the CEO. Nothing is set in stone for LeeCo. and you don’t want to ruin the business relationship by being too informal.

“So, this document outlines all of the information needed for the plan, like a list of the products LeeCo. has available for JinHit’s use. As you may already know, Hobi is a board member for JinHit because of the JinHit merger with his family's company. JinHit has full commanding ownership of that company, and Hobi has full knowledge of the entertainment ventures. I’ll need the two of you to work together to outline the different sectors within the entertainment division that would utilize which products.”

You scroll through the document, following along with Namjoon’s overview. Hoseok noticeably scoots his body closer to yours as he peers at your screen.

“Don’t you have a tablet?” you ask him quietly and he just shrugs.

“Yeah, it’s at home I think. I didn’t realize I would need it!”

Namjoon notices the exchange.

“Hobi, I can share it to your phone really quick—”

“No,” Hoseok answers quickly, “we can share.”

The way he says it reminds you that sharing with Hoseok is something that will be commonplace sooner than you think.

“Okay, since we’ll be working closely together to do this, when do you need the report? That way I can coordinate schedules.”

“Yes, if you click the ‘appendix’ link, it will bring up the checklist and dates.” 

You follow his instructions, finding the blue hyperlink that jumps you down the digital document to the appendix. 

“I expect by the end of this week to have the list of all of the products that each department would utilize or benefit from having access to, as well as an average quantity of the products they’ll need annually.” 

Namjoon turns to Hoseok. “You may have to ask Jin to run the numbers or go to each department and get the information from each of the supervisors in order to calculate that information.”

“Now, this next part is super important,” Khaity says as she takes over the review of the documents. “We need to know what, if any, green measures you have taken within the company, and figure out where you can possibly go green. We need to make sure that LeeCo. is sustainable in order to be able to move forward with a partnership.”

Namjoon nods.

“I know you want to remain your own company. We aren’t looking to acquire LeeCo. So our biggest stipulation is that any company that is partnered with JinHit maintains their sustainability. It’s a non-negotiable, and NAMU will be responsible for yearly inspections to examine the workplaces for maintaining their green company status to the regulations that align with the proposed tax credit program.”

“As I said, I love this idea, Namjoon-ssi. I don’t see why we would squander progress made with sustainability once we’ve made those changes.” You smile at him, cute nose scrunch and all, and are rewarded with his matching dimples. 

Hoseok squirms in his seat, his body now touching yours as he reaches out to turn the tablet more towards him so he could see better. Looking over at him, his eyes aren’t on the screen, but staring between you and Namjoon, an unreadable look on his face. You want to ask him what’s on his mind, but Namjoon continues.

“That’s great to hear. Now, we currently do not have any sustainable options for the cosmetics products we use in the entertainment sector, so Khaity has looked into the different cosmetics companies in Korea that are at the forefront of sustainability, as well as some scholarly articles to help you understand best practices. The information on both are attached to the end of this document.”

“I’ll email you both some available dates later this week. We’ll need you both to decide on when you can travel to one of the foundations that supports sustainable practices. Your goal will be to have them complete a report for LeeCo., so you can implement their recommendations as soon as possible for LeeCo. and JinHit’s partnership.”

You look up in alarm at Khaity, surprised at the last bit of information that she went over crossing your features.

“Wait, we’re traveling together?” Hoseok asks, also thrown by this info.

“Yes, you’ll be able to utilize the company black card for it, but most of the companies are located on the southeast coast, near Busan, so it’ll be about a four day trip to do some hands-on learning.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Lastly, Y/N, I’ll need you to present your findings outlined in this document to the board. It will basically be the end result of all of the information you gathered from the report you and Hoseok will work on, your trip to the foundation and the report they provide for LeeCo. and any additional research and experiences on sustainability practices, and you’ll have to present the steps you’ll be taking to make your company sustainable with a timeline of when they will go into effect and pitch those ideas to the board.”

“Okay, as long as everything is outlined here, I’ll be sure to get started on it. I really would love the opportunity to partner with JinHit.”

“We would love that too, Y/N-ssi. So if you agree...” Namjoon swipes his tablet screen, tapping a few times before he turns the screen to face you. “Sign here. This is just a preliminary contract saying that you agree to everything we just went over. That includes committing to submit all of the requested documentation by the deadlines listed, that JinHit will be paying for the sustainability trip, as well as outlines the tech products you’ve been given and the access to JinHit during this time.”

You use the stylus to sign the tablet where it indicates, passing it to Hoseok next so that he can sign as the JinHit Entertainment division manager also involved with this venture. 

“Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.” Namjoon stands, bowing slightly. “I need to get back to work now, and I’m sure you have things to handle back at LeeCo. as well, so I’ll have Hobi take you to NaBi. We’ll be in contact again soon, I’m sure.”

”Hobi, please make sure to return your girlfriend back in one piece,” Khaity requests teasingly as she closes her tablet case.

“Aish, why would I break her?”

Khaity raises an eyebrow at him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He raises his hands defensively, smiling so widely that you aren't sure whether he’s being serious or playful. “I only break women when they beg nicely.”

You feel like someone’s dumped ice cold water down your spine. Turning away from gathering your new tech, you give him a bitch stare.

“Trust me, Hoseok. The only one begging will be you.” 

NaBi walks you down to the CyberSecurity & Tech Division, then over to a closed office door. The sign next to it says ‘Jeon Jungkook CIO’. She knocks swiftly, and when a honey-timbered voice gives permission, opens the door and you follow her in.

“NaBi! What brings you back to my side of the building?”

“Hi Jungkook. Namjoon asked me to bring Y/N-ssi to see you for her JinHit username, email, and to set up her new tech.”

You’re shocked that he took you straight to the CIO and not one of the assistants. “Oh, I’m sure as CIO you must be busy, there’s surely an assistant or something who can—”

“Nonsense! I meet with all new employees for their first time tech set up. That way they learn it right the first time. Saves us from trouble later on.” Jungkook winks at you and NaBi, and she giggles at him. “Plus, you’re not just an entry level employee, you’re the COO of your own company! It shouldn’t take too much time either, you have way less to learn than the usual employee.”

“Do you need anything before I head back upstairs, Kookie?” NaBi clearly has heart eyes for Jungkook, and you piece together this must be the ‘Kook’ Namjoon mentioned she could catch to eat lunch with. He’s handsome with a genuine, boyish smile, and seems like he naturally flirts with her, but you can’t tell if they have something going on or not. 

“Nah, I’m good dollface, I’ll stop by before I leave for the night.”

“Okay,” she turns back to you, still giddy like a schoolgirl. “I’ll send Hoseok-ssi down once he’s finished with Namjoon-ssi.”

She leaves after one last look over at Jungkook, and you notice he misses the heart eyes due to highlighting your username and first-time login information for you on a printout. You sit across from him, and he stands to come beside you and walk you through the information on the print out. 

He’s all legs, muscular with a slim waist, and you really can’t blame NaBi for how she behaved around him, especially if he encourages it with his flirtatious nature. You pass him your tablet, and he taps a few things, showing you how to set up your docu-sign signature and double checks that the VPN is set for security.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything squared away for you, Y/N. Now, obviously, since the plan is a partnership, this email will be used for communication within JinHit, and you can have emails forwarded to your LeeCo. email if that makes it easier to manage communication. I believe we use the same email platform, so it should sink easily at the minimum.”

“Thanks for all of your help, Jungkook. I’ll take care of the rest of this back at my office. Hoseok is probably waiting for me now.” You gather the paperwork he has for you and he walks with you to his office door.

Opening it, you see through to the main floor where Hobi is leaning against a cubicle talking to a man seated at the desk. 

“Ah, here she is now!” Hoseok gestures to you. “Choi Yeonjun, this is my girlfriend, Lee Y/N.”

You try not to show any embarrassment, still not used to being a claimed woman, especially not by someone who seems to find enjoyment in being vocal about it.

“Hello.” Your voice is clear, but your tone comes off brusque, and you take notice of the way Yeonjun glances at Hoseok. It’s a look you’re used to, one that conveys that your ice princess tendencies are showing, but you don’t care. Or at least you tell yourself you don’t. 

“Hey…I’ll see you at the gym later, hyung?” Yeonjun asks, and you raise an eyebrow as you look at Hoseok. You didn’t know he regularly went to the gym. You realize there’s a lot you don’t know about him.

“Yeah, I’ll be there at the usual time.”

“Cool. Nice meeting you, Y/N-ssi.”

Yeonjun gives a small smile at you before turning back to his computer and Hoseok places his hand at the small of your back to guide you out.

“Damn, everyone gets that cute smile except for me, huh?” He asks you as you head back out to his car.

“What are you talking about?”

“The one where you scrunch your nose up, the cute one.”

“I—I just smile, Hoseok. It’s just my face. And I smile at people who deserve it.”

He clutches his heart in mock pain, and you miss the warmth of his hand the last few feet to his car.

The ride is short and the two of you sit out front of your office in his car, debating. 

“We need to meet to discuss the information Namjoon gave us. Are you free tonight?”

“Listen, there’s plenty of time for that. Why would we work after hours when we can just get to it tomorrow?”

“Hoseok. We don’t have plenty of time, we need to get the ball rolling at least, delegate tasks and run reports. I can only do so much on my end.”

“You really know how to ruin the mood.” He runs his fingers through his silky strands, and you hate that he looks good with his hair pushed back. “Fine.” He takes your tablet from your lap and scrolls through the appendix timeline. 

“I’ll work on getting the reports from JinHit’s Entertainment sector and email that over to you as I collect the data. We can meet Wednesday afternoon to review what you found out with how it lines up with your data.”

You flip through your handheld planner.

“That works. I’m available from three to five, but I have something after that, so be on time.”

“So bossy. Never dated someone with your attitude. Or so averse to technology. You should really start going digital, babe.”

“I was under the impression that you didn’t date at all, and I LIKE paper and pen, thank you.”

Hoseok just laughs, opening his door to evade your statement and let you out of the car.

“It’s not very sustainable of you, but I’ll see you on Wednesday, princess.”

It’s only once you’re back in your office when you open the gift bag after setting down the orchids that you see the photo of the two of you taken at the gala, a very intimate pose framed in crystal, a perfect display of your upcoming nuptials.

Wednesday comes fast, with you scrambling to stay on top of all of the operating day to day actions as well as adding additional work to your own employees to run reports on all of the products LeeCo. creates with their ingredients, uses, and directions for individual use outlined.

You haven’t spoken to Hoseok since he dropped you off Monday afternoon, and you’re anxious about meeting with him. You received some of the preliminary reports, but sent an email asking for additional info and you hope that he’s completed it so that you can finish the written report to submit to Namjoon. Your mom has been messaging you nonstop since your meeting with him, asking for updates on the success of the partnership, and you know she isn’t happy that it’s not set in stone yet. 

She complained to you that morning on your commute to work once she had time to process everything expected of you before the partnership went through. 

“It’s ridiculous, Y/N, you’re marrying Jung Hoseok. He’s on the board! Why are they making you go through such lengths?”

“I don’t know mother, but I honestly don’t mind. I like the ideas that they have for us to go sustainable.”

“The whole point of arranged marriages is so that you can avoid this part of business. Back in my day, it was a given that you would work with the company of significant others for those on the board or in stakeholder positions. I almost feel like this is a slap in the face.”

“Well, I told you that I didn’t want an arranged marriage, but—”

“But nothing. You will show them you are worthy and secure this deal. Do you understand me?”

You just let her rant until you could politely terminate the phone call, annoyance radiating off of you as you walk into your office.

This annoyance carries you through the day, and now, with it being five minutes until your three o’clock meet-up with your future husband. It’s no surprise to you when he’s late, but your irritation grows when you call his cell, only to have a woman answer it.

“Hello? Hello?” The voice is sultry and feminine, and despite you not feeling anything near love for Hoseok, a possessive and jealous version of you rises to the surface.

“May I ask who is answering the phone of my fiancé?” You stress the word, hoping to let the harlot know exactly who the fuck she’s messing with. You didn’t expect him to drop all of his thotties right away, but you hoped he would be smarter about it. If you and your company ended up with a tarnished reputation because of him...

“Oh, Lee Y/N-ssi! I’m Hoseokie’s assistant, Lee Ji Eun.”

Of course. Of course he would have an assistant whose voice sounds like a good time in bed.

“And may I ask where my ‘Hoseokie’ is?” you query, a saccharine sweet tone dripping from your lips. “We had a meeting set for three today, and as it’s now 3:12, he’s more than extremely late in my books.”

“I knew he was forgetting something! I’m so sorry, he left his office and went down to the gym. He left his phone with me, so as not to be disturbed.”

“Tell me, Ji Eun-ssi, what floor is this gym on?”

“The 7th floor, he usually goes to the mirrored room to the back of the basketball court.”

“Thank you.”

Hanging up, you order a KakaoTaxi to pick you up and take you on the short trip to the JinHit building.

—

Loud music pounds through the air, and despite being across the court from the door music is pouring out of, you still feel like your skull is rattling. 

Unable to hear the angry clack of your heels, Hoseok doesn’t expect to have you storm in pausing his music. He also doesn’t expect you to seethe with anger quite like you are. Sweating from dancing, when you confront him he stills his movements to catch his breath. 

“You couldn’t be bothered to show up for our meeting?”

He’s dressed like he has no clue that the two of you were supposed to meet today. As if he isn’t the one who chose today to regroup with the reports. The black shirt that is tucked into matching black cargo pants clings to his body thanks to the sweat coating his skin. A black harness straps over his shoulders and buckles at his chest, the material matching the leather of his black boots.  

“Damn,” he pants. The smirk on his face pisses you off, more so for the fact that you’ve never been more attracted to him than at this moment. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s pissed you off for not caring to follow through with what he said he would, you would definitely be feeling hot and bothered for a different reason. “My little princess is mad.” 

“Mad?” You shake, taken deeper into your anger thanks to his use of a pet name at a time like this. “I’m livid! You may not need this deal to go through, but my company is on the line.”

“Sorry, I forgot about it. No big deal, you’re here now.”

“Yes, here. In the gym—instead of a meeting room where we should be reviewing the rest of the information you probably didn’t even compile!”

“Chill out, Y/N, I’m sure that the assistants have already emailed it over. Barely any time wasted.”

“God, how selfish can you be? You put everyone around you at an inconvenience!”

Your temper is getting the better of you, and you step into his space, fists balled by your sides. The moment you say the word selfish, you notice a change in Hoseok’s demeanor. Not backing down, the typically bubbly and laughing man now oozes with an energy you’re not used to feeling from him. 

“You need to chill out, Y/N.” His words are clipped, and his eyebrows furrow as he crowds you, backing you into the wall.

“No! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“And you think you get to boss me around? Call me selfish? Just because we went to school together and we’re getting married doesn’t mean you know me.”

Back against the wall, you feel like a prey animal with nowhere to flee. You don’t know why his actions bother you so much right now. Normally you wouldn’t bat an eyelash; you’re known for being composed. But something about Hoseok and his flippant disregard for women, for work, and for your time makes you snap. So you don’t hold back.

“You’re right. I thought you were supposed to be a man, a CEO. No wonder you let Namjoon acquire your company, you don’t have it in you to be a leader. Just another seat on the board, sitting on your ass while others get the job done.”

Hoseok’s eyes flash as they narrow and he brings himself chest to chest with you as his palm strikes the space above your head. You can feel every curve of his body pressed against you, adrenaline pumping to all of his extremities.

“Watch your mouth, baby. Wouldn’t want to have to teach you a lesson that your ass can’t handle.” He takes a deep breath, struggling to contain his ire and you raise an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

“Go up to my office.”

When you don’t move, Hoseok damn near growls at you.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’ll be up there soon to have this fucking meeting that’s so precious to you.”

He steps away from you, and you storm off back towards his office as Hoseok takes the much needed space to calm down from your verbal attack. Words he is very used to hearing from his own dad pierce him like no other when heard from you. 

—

Fifteen minutes go by before Hoseok joins you in his office, hair damp from the quick shower he took to calm his nerves. He’s dressed in business attire now, button down shirt tucked into slacks, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You’re a little taken aback to see him so well put together, confidence radiating off of him, and you’re irritated that your body automatically responds to how good he looks.

“The report’s on my iPad in my bag. I looked over the entertainment ventures and created a detailed spreadsheet for the products that we currently use, the products that LeeCo. makes, and where they can be utilized throughout the entertainment side.”

Hoseok grabs his briefcase, but pauses to look over at you when he doesn’t hear a response. The look on your face is comical, but he’s not in the mood to be playful with you at the moment. Your words still linger in his mind, and he’s hurt knowing that you think so lowly of him.

“What? Did I do something wrong? Is that not what I was supposed to do for the report?” he asks with a little aggression, feeling a bit self-conscious that he may have gotten the directives wrong.

“N-no, I just...I wasn’t expecting it to be finished is all.”

Hoseok glares at your lack of faith in him.

“Take a seat.”

You sit across from him, pulling your own tablet out. You spent most of Tuesday working on setting up your tablet so that you could start practicing what you want to preach. You’re a little embarrassed to admit that you had to call one of your workers to sit with you and show you the tips and tricks. You open the documents you’ve been working on and grant him access to them.  

“So I started looking into the articles and this is what I came up with for sustainability options within LeeCo. We haven’t really looked much into making things green, so we don’t have a lot that we currently do, but I was able to find several ways to take the company in that direction.”  

You gesture to the list.

“I was thinking it would be good to break it into sections for the presentation. Review what sustainability looks like within a company, then focus on LeeCo. itself with the information we should get back from the report on the trip, before discussing the products listed in this report and how we can benefit JinHit’s entertainment division.”

“Makes sense.” Hoseok offers, following along much to your surprise since he was tapping away at his phone screen.

“So for the products, I was thinking we could choose to reduce packaging or use recycled plastics and cardboard for packaging. We could also look into biodegradable options and refillable packaging for certain items. Offer a discount if people reuse their containers versus buying a brand new one.”

Hoseok nods, and you continue warily, unsure if he’s fully focused.

“For the company, I think it best to move away from paper and utilize online programs, like you suggested to me, so we can cut down on the amount of paper being used, as well as incorporate energy saving options within the building. More natural light and stuff. Offer some benefits to employees who choose to use public transportation or walk to work versus driving their own cars.”

Your tablet pings as Hoseok shares his documents with you, and you’re relieved to see that he has a lot of information typed out. 

“So obviously your company makes a lot of different skin care products, but the ones that would be most utilized in our entertainment sector are the main makeup items. Those are in the first sheet of the spreadsheet. I have a few reports in there that give an itemized rundown of the products that were used last year and show how much of each item we use annually. You can tab through and review them, and it’s probably important for you to figure out if your company is capable of manufacturing similar amounts needed.”

You click through the linked documents, shocked at how high the numbers are.

Lip creme, brush cleaner, make-up remover, powder, foundation, concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner...if you can make this deal happen, your company will do amazing. It makes sense. JinHit is one of the leading companies for entertainment in the East. With the amount of films, dramas, and music videos being put out, not to mention the print ads and merchandise for their signed artists, it was no wonder that they could bring your company to the top.

You just have to see through this plan to pitch it to Kim Namjoon and his Board Members, and maybe you can finally make your mom proud.

Friday you meet with Kim Namjoon, combining all of the information gathered by you and Hoseok into one report. You have to stop yourself from printing out a copy, instead creating a document that you share to his work email once you’re all seated in the conference room. 

“I believe that you’ll find everything you asked for in this report.” You keep calm, though you’re super excited about the findings. 

“Excellent.” Namjoon’s finger pages through the document, and you watch as he nods, smiles, furrows his brows, and highlights parts of the report with comments. You and Hoseok both have your tablets out and can see the different notations made as he goes through.

“C’mon Joon, aren’t you taking this a little too seriously?” Hoseok asks, interrupting the CEO’s thoughts. “Just approve it already so we can move on to the next part.”

You reach under the table, placing a tight grip to his thigh as a warning.

“Shut up, Hoseok.” You grit through your teeth, appalled at his behavior. Yes, the two of them are long time friends, but this is still an official business meeting, and you are not as close as they are, despite knowing them for just as long. 

“Oh, lighten up, ice queen. This is all a formality. Joonie wouldn’t tell us no.”

You feel your armpits prick with sweat as Namjoon turns his gaze to Hoseok, his face unreadable. While you can understand the mindset, seeing as your mother also has a similar one, you don’t want to rely on nepotism.

“Hoseok-ssi, while I appreciate the blind faith you have in me to allow you to move forward, it is important that we conduct ourselves appropriately. This is not just an in-house endeavor, but something involving a foreign company to JinHit, and we must be thorough and diligent.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes and you can barely keep your cool. Why is he behaving this way? Hasn’t he figured out how important this deal is to you, as well as the common sense Namjoon shared? Anybody in a leadership role should do what Namjoon is doing. You shake your head at how far from being a CEO he is.

“I’m so sorry Namjoon-ssi, please disregard Hoseok’s words. I really appreciate you taking the time to be thorough with the report. Please let me know if there is anything missing or if you need clarification on anything.”

“No worries, Y/N-ssi. I think your report is great.”

Hoseok leans back in his chair, bored now that you’ve stepped in to suck up to Namjoon. He hates this part of business, the pretentious airs that people put on, pretending as if they don’t know each other. As if everyone in the chaebol circles don’t run in tight knit groups and share nannies who changed their diapers together on play dates. He picks up his phone and ignores the sigh you let out at his action.

You scroll back through the document, eyeing the final comments Namjoon made, and breathe a sigh of relief that they are positive comments to your research and suggestions for sustainability.

“Overall, I think that the research looks good. We definitely have a need for LeeCo. products and your vision for ways to make your company sustainable, despite being preliminary, are great!”

“Preliminary?” you ask, feeling a little deflated.

“Well, to be frank, yes. I think that these are all things that people do currently to go green, and it won’t make your company stand out from the rest. I think that once you travel to Busan, you’ll gain some fresh ideas. Did you get the email of dates?”

You nod, opening up your calendar app. You purposefully left your handheld planner so you wouldn’t be tempted to use it at the meeting.

“I did and I'm clear to travel next week. Four days in Busan, right?”

“Yes, you and Hoseok will head down to SeeSaw Foundation. They have some innovative sustainability options that they’ve researched and also work with companies to help them develop eco-friendly products. I know the daughter of the CEO fairly well, so I’m sure you’ll have no issues once you arrive.”

Hoseok stretches his arms and back, loudly yawning.

“And you said we get to take the company black card right?”

“Yes, you can take the black card. Treat Y/N-ssi well, please, don’t drive her so crazy that she decides to not do business with us. Or worse, she breaks up with you.”

Hoseok stands and pulls out your chair in a gentlemanly fashion.

“I would never, Joon, have some faith in me!”

“You’ll leave next Wednesday, so make sure you get everything you need for the trip before you leave the office, Hobi. Busan is a pretty far drive to forget anything important.” Namjoon reminds him as you leave the conference room. 

“I’ll make sure he’s packed and ready to go. Luckily we still have a few days to prepare.”

With another roll of Hoseok’s eyes at your micromanaging, the two of you depart from JinHit.

Over the weekend, Hoseok sits and reviews all of the information from the reports. He’s so focused that he doesn’t notice when his mom comes into the study off the side of the living room.

“Wow, a sight I thought I would never see. My only son is finally making use of the study.”

Hoseok jumps at the sound of his mom’s voice before trying his best to ignore the comments made.

“Yeah, finally stepping up to the plate, huh? A true leader like father’s always hoped for.”

“Hoseok, don’t be so sensitive. You know what I mean. Before Ji Woo moved in with her husband, she and your dad were the only ones who stepped foot in here. I’m just glad to see you being more active, that’s all.”

“Well, thanks.” Hoseok knows his mom is right; he typically is out of the house on the weekends, ending up on the front page of trashy local magazines or in the WeVerse gossip column. 

“I know you didn’t want this life, Hoseok.” she says, stepping farther into the room to place her hand on his shoulder. “I tried to allow you as much freedom as I could. I let you dance, let you dress how you wanted...I had hoped you would be able to choose your wife. But Y/N is a sweet girl. And smart.”

“I know, mom.” Hoseok looks up at her, and debates whether he wants to open up to her. Settling on getting it off his chest, he does. “You know, I used to have the biggest crush on her. She just carries herself so well, always has. So sure of her next step even when we were in high school. I only felt that way when I was dancing. That’s the only time I feel confident in my footing.”

His mom pushes his hair back off of his forehead in a soothing motion.

“When we would look at the binders, I knew that she was the obvious choice. But a part of me worries that it’ll be like marrying someone who is just like dad. And I don’t want that.”

“Is that why I’m always watching women who are so clearly the opposite sneak out of the house?”

Hoseok can’t fight the way his face reddens at his mom’s words.

“Just in case I’m walking into a marriage that’s lacking in fun and love, I was trying to gather as much of it as I could, before this happened. I can see that my actions may have gone too far sometimes—”

“Sometimes!” She laughs, and Hoseok can’t help but join in with her.

“It was childish, but I wanted to go against dad, prove to him that you can have fun and still be something. I think I just forgot the second part of that.”

“Well, I don’t think you’re headed into a marriage that’s lacking in love or fun. I think you just have to get past this part, the contractual impersonal part of it. Get to know each other on a deeper level and I’m sure that will make all of the difference, honey.”

“Thanks mom.” Hoseok stands up and hugs her, his body engulfing hers tightly as he soaks in her reassuring aura. 

The drive down to Busan Wednesday morning is nothing like you thought it would be. Hoseok leaves you to your thoughts, playing soft music as he drives. You’re so far into your mind, you don’t even notice when his hand slips to your thigh, fingers lightly drumming the beat to the music along your exposed skin.

Once you do notice, you don’t half mind, the drumming giving you a calming feeling the closer you get to the waterfront city. You should get used to physical touch with him anyways, seeing as at some point you’ll need an heir to take over for you.

“Hoseok?”

“It’s Hobi—but what’s up, princess?” he asks, oddly mellow.

“How do you stay so, you know...chill all the time?”

Hoseok chuckles. 

“I just try not to take everything too seriously. You know? If things are gonna be dull, we might as well have fun getting through it. And things always find a way to work out, even if it isn’t the way people want it to be. I learned that early on.”

“Really? That’s an interesting thing to learn as a child.”

He glances over at you before looking back at the road.

“I mean, you’ve probably learned some interesting things about life and love as a child as well, none of us had perfect lives growing up, despite what everyone thinks about our chaebol life.”

You shrug, non-commital to his statement. Slipping back into deep thought, you realize Hobi’s right. Watching your father leave your family, your brother leave the country for this company, your mother forgetting how to be a mom...you learned some pretty interesting things as a child. The one thing you learned the most was that disappointment was inevitable, and you don’t get a choice in the people letting you down.

It’s no surprise to you when Hoseok parks at a very fancy hotel off the coast of Busan. The Signiel Busan to be exact. 

“Isn’t this a bit far from the city?” 

“It’s just for a night. We’ll stay at Lotte Hotel Busan once we meet with the SeeSaw Foundation. I figured I would show you a great sight and spoil you a bit—a sneak peak into what it’s like being with Jung Hoseok.”

You climb out of the car, outwardly ignoring his comment as the concierge comes to remove your luggage and help you into the hotel, but feeling your heart thrum.

—

Scanning the room in front of you, part of you is shocked, while the other half should’ve known. Hoseok made sure to get a luxury suite, but of course, it only comes with one bed.

“Really, Hoseok?” Your voice is laced with annoyance.

“Hobi—and yes. Rumors would spread if I got us a room with two beds. The girls are already in disbelief that I’m off the market. Let’s not create any more drama, huh princess?”

He tap dances across every single nerve you have, and you’re soon to be stuck with it—for better or for worse.

“Get even remotely close to me and I’ll make sure you sleep on the floor.”

“Aye, aye captain!”

It’s late afternoon, the trip taking longer than either of you expected, so you decide to rest in the hotel. Deciding on a nice, hot bath, you start the tub and gather your personal tablet to watch a relaxing show while you soak. Adding scented epsom salt to the water with bubbles, you undress and wrap a towel around you while you wait for the tub to fill.

You’re just sinking below the bubbles when you hear Hoseok walk into the bathroom, talking loudly to you.

“How long are you gonna be in her—”

“Don’t you know how to knock?!” 

You cross your arms across your chest despite the bubbles hiding you fully.

“Please, we’re going to live together soon. And if you plan to give our families heirs, you better get used to us being naked around each other.”

You scoff, trying to hide the way your thighs clench at the thought. He stands shirtless in the bathroom staring down at you, and you feel vulnerable, but oddly okay with it. Part of you wishes he would do something crazy, like climb into the tub with you. 

He doesn’t though, just moves to turn on the shower that sits behind the tub you’re in.

“Well, since you’re just getting started, I’m gonna take a shower. We have a big day tomorrow and I want to be well-rested.”

You’re shocked but hide it, instead opting to nod at his words.

“Agreed, I’m just trying to calm my nerves and then I’ll head to bed.”

“No peeking!” Hoseok teases, walking with his towel into the large shower. The marble wall hides his lower half as he disrobes and throws the towel over the top of the glass. 

You turn back to your iPad, trying your best to ignore his very nice physique in the reflection.

—

The night is more intimate than you expect with Hoseok invading your space every chance he gets, from his random shower during your bath to him sneaking a bite of your dinner, to the shared bed you both currently lay in. You’re almost asleep, having had that moment of drifting and peacefulness when Hoseok’s voice quietly creeps into your consciousness.

“Y/N?”

“Mmm?” You shuffle your body in the bed, snuggling yourself deeper into the mattress. 

“I can’t sleep.”

“Close your mouth and hush.”

“Seriously.”

You open your eyes, turning your head to face Hoseok, who is impossibly too close to you.

“Can you...can you play with my hair or rub my back?”

“Hoseok.” You clear the sleep from your throat. “I’m 3 seconds from falling asleep—”

“Then can I hold you? I need skin to skin contact to fall asleep, except for when I drink, and I don't think you want me hungover for our meeting tomorrow.”

Sighing, you nod, turning back to face away from him as he shifts his body to yours. You figure he’ll throw an arm over you or something, and you’re much too tired to push him away when his lengthy frame spoons your form. It’s much too comfortable anyways, and you easily slip into a deep sleep in his arms.

You are slow to wake, body cocooned warmly against a firm torso of smooth skin. An arm, lean but strong, holds you tightly as you burrow further into the mattress. A leg is thrown over yours and you haven’t felt this content since you were little, sleeping between your parents on a lazy Sunday morning.

The other body inhales your scent from where his nose is tucked into your neck and the feel of the air sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. In the sweet spot between wakefulness and sleep, you push back against the body wrapped around you, feeling when a firm pressure applies itself back, slotting in the dip between your buttcheeks.

“Stop...or I won’t be able to.”

Hoseok’s groggy voice plucks you from dreamland and you realize exactly what situation you’re in. You freeze for a moment assessing the situation, then you pull yourself from his grasp, rolling towards the cold edge of the bed. With a nervous laugh, you decide to ignore the situation that almost presented itself, stretching your body after you pull your legs out of the warm sheets and sit at the edge. 

“We slept pretty late, huh?”

“If you think 8:30 in the morning is late, then yeah. Our meeting is at 11, so how about I order breakfast while you shower and then after we both are ready, we can head over to SeeSaw Foundation around 10:30?”

Standing, you face him, making your side of the bed a bit neater as you tug the covers; nerves have you feeling fidgety. You know your mannerisms are not like yourself, so you agree and shuffle off to the bathroom, throwing a “make sure you get french toast!” over your shoulder before shutting the bathroom door.

Maybe a cold shower will be just what you need to help your ice princess exterior return.

You eat breakfast by yourself, enjoying the quiet as you and Hoseok swap places, allowing him some hot water to get clean. You definitely don’t imagine him naked behind the door, choosing instead to shift those thoughts onto the upcoming meeting with SeeSaw. You’re confident, hopeful that this new side of Hoseok that you’re seeing will get you through the next few days.

Your hope starts to dwindle the closer he drives the pair of you towards the oceanview office. Hoseok is loudly talking on the phone while in the car to Jimin, who is perhaps the one Beta Tau Sigma member who encourages the headass behavior, from what you’ve witnessed. 

“Hobi, man, I can’t believe I’ll be losing my best wingman in a few months, who else can I call to tag team the Choi twins?”

Hoseok laughs, and it grates your nerves. Despite it not being your choice, he’s still promised to you, and his audacity to openly talk about his past sexcapades undoes all of the warming feelings you’re beginning to gain.

“Who knows hyung,” Jimin continues, oblivious to the fact that he’s being bluetoothed throughout the entire car, “maybe the ice princess will let you off the leash a little, let you get your dick wet somewhere else if she isn’t giving it to you.”

Hoseok hears the path Jimin’s thoughts are taking as he says them, but his attempt to cut him off is too late. 

The tension fills the car, Hoseok glancing between you and the road as he gages your reaction. You pick up your tablet, choosing to act indifferent. You have a meeting to prepare for. A message from your mother catches your attention as Jimin pauses, understanding flooding through his voice.

“You don’t have your earbuds in, do you?”

“No, dipshit. We’re in the car.”

“Oh, shit. Hi, uh, Y/N. I was just joking, I’m sure you and Hobi will have plenty of wild sex and—” Beep, beep, beep.

Hoseok grins sheepishly at you, finger resting over the red ‘end call’ button on the steering wheel. You barely notice though, instead reading the message from your mom.

Received 10:43am

A lot is riding on this. Don’t screw it up.

—

SeeSaw Foundation is headquartered in a cute two story building with floor to ceiling windows that look out at the coast. You gather yourself, fixing your blouse and skirt from the ride over. Hoseok is dancing around the parking lot, random by-passers staring at him because of both his fancy car and his ability to move well. 

You sigh, ignoring the random sounds he’s making as he dances, and you brace yourself for the meeting with a few deep breaths. 

“Hoseok, can you please?” you wave your hand around, words evading you as you try and explain to this grown man that he needs to be serious for a few moments for once.

He follows you in, and you welcome the AC as a seated secretary greets you.

“Yes, I’m Y/N, and this is Jung Hoseok. We have a meeting with Im Ye-Jin.”

“Yes, I see it here. I’ll take you to the conference room. Follow me.”

The polite woman leads you to the second floor and you sit facing the large windows. Retrieving your tablet, you scroll through your notes, ignoring Hoseok as he talks about the view.

“Woah! Look at these windows, babe, maybe we should get married here in Busan, this view is amazing. Unless you want some wild wedding? I’m okay with anything really, since this is all planned for us anyways. I think my parents have been setting aside money since I was born for the wedding. Maybe we can honeymoon on Jeju Island? Oh, thank you for the water, miss.”

Hoseok finally stops talking as he drinks large gulps of water, and as the secretary leaves, Im Ye-Jin walks in.

“Good morning, welcome to SeeSaw Foundation. I’m Im Ye-Jin.”

“Hello, I’m Lee Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Ye-Jin! It’s me, Hobi! How are you?”

Ye-Jin narrows her eyes slightly; if she were a bird her feathers would have ruffled in distaste.

“Yes, hello Hoseok, I’m well. Surprised to see you here, I didn’t realize you were doing official business now.” Her voice is brusque and you worry about the tone.

“Yeah, my fiance’s company is joining forces with JinHit, so that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh, as the comic relief? You’ve never been very serious.”

You interrupt the conversation, not liking the focus very much.

“Well, we all grow up sometime right? And Hoseok has been very helpful preparing for this new venture. That’s where I hope you will be able to help us.”

She cuts her cat eyes at you, a dangerous glint to them.

“Oh? How might I be able to offer help to JinHit?”

“Technically, the help would be to my company LeeCo. Cosmetics. We’re looking to utilize sustainable options for our cosmetics line, and your foundation provides companies with water-responsible options and helps them with becoming sustainable. We would love to learn what you can help us to incorporate within LeeCo., to make for a better Earth.”

You smile, happy you didn’t stumble over your words. You had practiced this speech, and you weren’t expecting it to start with defending your brand, but you spun it to fit your needs.

“Obviously, it will end up helping JinHit though, if you’re marrying into the company,” she concludes, and you start to answer when Hoseok cuts in.

“Really Ye-Jin? Just because you and Yoongi broke up doesn’t mean you need to keep talking about how it helps JinHit. Are you really still salty?”

Hoseok knows instantly he’s pushed too far, but Ye-Jin’s attitude bothered him to the point that he’s rude. 

“Wow, this is just like Yoongi and his best friend Namjoon. Sending their other third musketeer here to bullshit around...” Ye-Jin turns to you, looking as if she thoroughly enjoys telling off your fiance.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/N, but I just don’t think I want to work with a company that aligns itself with such...trash.” Ye-Jin gets up and walks towards the door. “I’m sure you don’t need it, but I can call a custodian to show you out.”

You sit there for a moment, truly shocked at the attitude of little miss cat eyes. You see now why Yoongi and her must’ve gotten along so well at first, but you’re equally as certain it was that behavior that led to their break up. Grabbing your purse, you leave the conference room, rushing down the stairs and outside to the car. Your phone rings, and you answer it without looking, praying it’s Ye-Jin saying it was all a joke.

“Y/N. How was the meeting? It better have gone well.”

“Hello to you too, mother. Um, the meeting went as you could expect.”

“Hmph. That doesn’t necessarily sound good to me, Y/N. This deal with JinHit is important to LeeCo. You cannot afford to fail, we cannot afford for you to fail. Do you understand? Cause I’m not sure that you do. We are near bankruptcy, Y/N. So if you fuck this up, and you are unable to make the deal with JinHit go through, you will have single handedly ruined the family business.”

The line goes dead.

Bankrupt? 

You stare at your phone, speechless. 

Unable to handle the stress of the morning, you burst into tears. God, it was just like your mom to put all of the pressure on you. You, who didn’t even want this life to begin with, are forced into a marriage for business gains, but that same business connection will be the downfall of your company. Lord knows when the Jungs find out you’re bankrupt, they’ll probably rethink the wedding plans. 

Your shoulders shake uncontrollably as you cry, and you dial the one person you could blame. 

“Y/N?”

“Taemin-ssi! I can’t do this anymore. It’s not going to work between Hoseok and I.”

“Slow down, sweetie, I can’t understand you. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“We met with a company today, and basically, because LeeCo. is connected to JinHit, she wants nothing to do with us. Honestly,” you recall the meeting, how Hoseok was unprofessional from the start, and you can’t help the way your brain wants to place the blame somewhere, and Hoseok is the perfect scapegoat.

“It’s all Hoseok’s fault. He’s no CEO. He was so casual in the meeting, informal and brought up her break up with the head lawyer of JinHit. So of course, she doesn’t want to work with us. She wants to spite her ex and in turn, I’m going to lose my company because of it!”

You know you sound near hysterical, tearstained and yelling into your phone in the side alley, but you’ve never gotten to just scream and let it out. You feel so overwhelmed with all of the stress of the past few weeks, since you found out about the pending nuptials, that you can’t stop the word vomit as it pours out. 

“I hate him, Taemin-ssi! He ruined it. He’s not cut out for this, and it’s cost me everything.” You pace the alley, walking away from nearby pedestrians.

“You know, I never, NEVER get to choose anything in my life. Every choice is made for me. And I just roll with it, you know? Never complain, do what’s asked of me. Take over as the COO of the company as soon as I graduate, sure, marry Hoseok, FINE. But look at where that’s gotten me now. I didn’t choose this—I didn’t choose him! I’m so—”

“Y/N, sweetie, take a deep breath.” 

You comply, taking three for good measure.

“Actually,” Taemin hesitates, but decides you need to know this. “You did choose him. You know I’ve been giving you these binders for ranking every few years since you were 15. And each time, at fifteen, eighteen, twenty-one, twenty-five...Y/N, Hoseok has been on that list every single time. He’s the only one I kept on the list each time. Because you rank him first, every single time. You chose him every time.”

This information sends you on an internal tailspin. Your brain spirals through what you can remember of your previous binders, and you remember seeing Hoseok’s heart smile at fifteen with braces smiling from his binder, prep school uniform on display. At eighteen when he grew into his face, learned how to style his hair and his braces came off. At twenty-one, when he dyed his hair red as a dare to raise money for the arts while he was in Beta Tau Sigma in college. 

And you remember it, ranking the binders and choosing Hoseok, who you had a slight crush on at fifteen years old, first. And when you saw him begin to take on this womanizer role once he formed a jawline, you stopped crushing on him as hard, locking away your feelings, but still unable to put anyone else above him on the list. 

Even now, you think over the other men you were being potentially matched with, and no one held a candle to Hoseok. And no one was in charge of that, but you. 

“All this time...I didn’t realize.”

“Because once it started to become more real, you hated the idea of an arranged marriage. But it’s not always a bad thing. Because at the end of the day, you did get a choice. And I don’t know anyone like you who took the time you did to sort through and read up on your matches, ranking them thoughtfully and thoroughly. You could have chosen any of the guys I sent you. But you kept choosing Hoseok.”

“But, he’s not—”

“Look, you need to stop telling him who he is, and let him figure out who he is. You can’t control Hoseok, sweetie. You can only control yourself, your actions—”

“And how I react to things, yes I know.”

“So go to Hoseok. I think there's a lot that you need to tell him, and you need to stop thinking you already know him. You know of him, but he’s still growing, just like you are. Let him develop into the CEO he needs to be, better yet, help him, and let your relationship develop with him. I think he’s just what you need.”

“But...what if he’s just like dad?”

It comes out in a whisper, your biggest fear finally voiced. Because letting someone like Hoseok in means risking losing that sunshine from your life. Sunshine that has the ability to melt your ice princess facade and if you were to lose that protection... You’ve experienced it before and have no desire to experience it twice.

“Oh, sweet girl.” Your godfather’s tone makes your eyes water, and you look up, trying to blink away the tears.

“Your dad, he didn’t leave because he didn’t love you. He loves you so much. ”

“So much he just sends a card for my birthday when he remembers it?” you sniffle, and Taemin hates that his best friend, who created you, his wonderful goddaughter, is also the one who created this fear in you. 

“Oh honey, your father, like all of us—he’s human. He’s not perfect, none of us are. Hoseok isn’t either. I’m not saying he won’t hurt you, or you him. But don’t let your parents' relationship have you predict your own. I know the Jung family well, and I think you and Hoseok will be great for each other.”

You wipe your eyes, letting out a soft laugh at his words.

“You are a matchmaker right?”

“Exactly, so take my word for it, okay?”

“Okay, daebu.”

“Call me later, okay? I’ll talk to you again soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Your conversation with your godfather is eye opening to say the least. It’s opened up old wounds but also brings some much needed clarity to your life. It isn’t a magical ‘fix everything’ pill, but it definitely helps ease some of the tension you’re feeling from the day. 

You walk back down towards the parking lot where the car is, finding Hoseok leaning against it, looking worriedly at his phone. When he hears your heels cross the asphalt, he looks up and you watch as his face smiles in relief to see you.

“Hey, I know that didn’t go well, but we can figure it out, we still have time.”

“Can we go to the hotel? I—I want to talk about some things with you, and freshen up.”

Hoseok nods, shocked to see your calm demeanor; your tears have done their job to put you at ease. He opens your door to allow you entry, and you settle in as Hoseok drives you to the next hotel.

Talking to Hoseok is more daunting than you can prepare for. After checking into your hotel, you change into lounging clothes and curl up on the bed. Once again, he’s booked a King Bed suite, but you don’t say anything. Hoseok sits on the bed with you, and you play with your fingers as you think of where to start.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. Towards you. I—I know I’ve been a bit of a bitch, and I don’t mean to be.”

Hoseok smiles at you, encouraging you to continue.

“My mother called me.” You hesitate to continue and he reaches out a hand to hold yours. “If we don’t get this deal, Hobi, we’ll be bankrupt. I didn’t realize we were having financial issues. It’s why my mother has been on my case so much with closing the deal with JinHit.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I wanted to blame you, trust me—I did for a few minutes. But it’s not your fault. Or mine. Ye-Jin had it out for us as soon as we arrived, because of her past with Yoongi.”

“Yeah, I had that feeling as well. Her attitude was through the roof. But don’t worry, Y/N, I know everything will work out. We still have two days.”

You giggle, laughing at the face he makes to soften the seriousness of the situation. You realize how nice it is that he’s there with you, his humor helping to ease your stress, but you really wish he could solve this problem for you. For once it would be nice for someone else to take the lead and problem solve. You’ve always wanted the person you marry to be a true partner in every sense, someone that you can trust to take the lead when you’re at your wits end.

You sigh. “Thanks Hobi. I appreciate you making me feel better. I just struggle with the whole ‘it’ll work out, just wait and see’ because while that’s usually true, it’s because I did something to make it work out, you know? I feel like I’m always problem-solving, and it would be nice for shit to just work out without feeling like I’m running around all day to make sure it does.”

“Look, I’m sorry for how I was today. If I’m honest, I was really nervous. This is the first time I’ve been entrusted to do something for the company in a serious capacity, and I just kept thinking about how I’m not the CEO-type that my dad wants, wants me to be like him, but I just want to be myself. I think if everyone could let me figure out who that is, then I could show a different side of me.”

“I think I’d like to see that side of you.” You wiggle your fingers with his, playing with them mindlessly as you speak. “I think that I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out how to be in control of everything, I’ve stopped enjoying it. I just want people to take me seriously, but without having to be serious all of the time.”

“And I’d like to be the kind of man you can depend on...I want people to take me seriously without having to be serious all of the time, too. I think we can help each other with that.” Hoseok leans towards you, his hand gently brushing loose tendrils away from your face.

You lean into his touch while closing your eyes, preening at the warmth of his skin, and he moves closer to you. When you open your eyes up, you realize he’s only a breath away.

“Like meet each other halfway? I think I’d like that a lot.”

Time seems suspended as the space between your lips closes. You sigh into the kiss, his lips soft and pliant as his body gravitates into your space. His hand pushes deeper into your hair, free hand moving to wrap around your back to brace your body as the two of you move together on the mattress to a reclining position.

Spreading your thighs, Hoseok settles himself into the space you create for him and you enjoy the way his weight settles evenly into you. His lips move with yours, allowing you to fully taste him. A nip to your bottom lip makes you moan, and he chuckles as he moves his kisses to your neck and collarbone, with his hands sliding up under your shirt. 

“No marks, please,” you ask, and he pulls away, eyes meeting yours with a serious look on his face.

“Are you sure you want to let go? Let someone else be in control?” He asks almost sternly, and you smile sheepishly.

“Fuck, fine.” You lay your head back into the pillows and he smiles down at you. “You’re right, of course, here I go again trying to control everything.”

“Let me be in charge, baby. I can make you feel real good, okay, princess?” Hoseok strokes the hair framing your face gently, and you preen into his touch.

You nod, feeling an overwhelming need to let go and trust him. So you do.

Hoseok eases you out of your shirt, eyes alight as he takes in the way your breasts fall softly into plump mounds on your chest. You feel how pleased he is with the sight as his length presses against your core and you involuntarily rut against him, causing your breasts to bounce gently. 

“You’re beautiful, baby. You don’t know how patient I’ve been.”

“So are you,” you counter, eyes raking in the way Hoseok looks above you, the setting sun highlighting his hair into a halo above you. 

He kisses you softly, full lips trailing open mouthed kisses across your collarbones and then down your chest. His tongue is warm, swirling pressure across your skin as he teases at your nipple before kissing down your tummy. His hands play at the waistband of your pants, and you lift your bottom to allow him ease of access to remove them from your body. 

Fully naked, Hoseok’s eyes get their fill of you, enjoying the way you don’t hide away from him, instead staring him down with heat in your eyes.

“Doesn’t seem fair that you’re still dressed.”

He nods and sits up, pulling his shirt off in that sexy way that men do: one arm reaching backwards to grip the shirt and relieve himself of it in one swift motion.

“Don’t worry, baby, soon. I know you want to see J Hobi’s hot bod. Meeting each other halfway, right?”

Resuming his position, he nestles himself lower between your thighs and you almost think he’s about to take his time, savor it, but you soon realize what he meant when he said you had no idea how patient he’s been. 

He dives straight to your core, tongue lapping at your folds as his palms keep your thighs spread open for him. You arch, pushing yourself further into his mouth and he doubles down; you can feel your leaking slick and his saliva leak down between your cheeks. 

Hoseok is uncontrolled, tongue flicking rapidly at your clit as he submerges two fingers into you. His fingers' rhythm pulls you to the edge, and when he looks up at you, a piercing gaze as he pulls his lips away from you, he taps your g-spot repeatedly.

“Let go for me, princess,” he says, voice deep with desire as he watches you break. The sight of him, so hungry for your orgasm and the lewd squelching sound of him filling you tip you over the edge. With a shuddering moan, you feel yourself let go, and the bliss that follows is everything you didn’t know you needed.

Hoseok doesn’t back down though, instead continuing to finger fuck you through it, kissing your clit until your mewling in oversensitivity. 

“That’s it, pretty girl...let me have all of it.”

“I did!” you cry out, legs shaking as you fight the pain and pleasure that keeps you from pulling away.

“You can give me a bit more, I know you can, angel.”

“Hob—fuck, Hobi, please don’t stop!” 

You feel the sudden pressure, an urge to release and a well-timed flick of your bud has you cursing his name loudly as you squirt, for the first time ever, and Hoseok laps it up, talking you through it as your hips buck into his fingers and he slows his pace. 

“That was so hot, baby, you’re so fucking hot.”

He kisses your tummy softly, and in your delirious post orgasm bliss, it doesn’t tickle like it usually would, and you run your fingers through his hair languidly in thanks for the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He continues to kiss your body, trailing kisses up until you’re tasting yourself on his lips. 

In all of the dizzying kissing, you don’t realize he’s already shed his pants, his cock dragging itself deliciously through your soaked folds as he positions himself in your sweet spot. You kiss his neck, uncaring of what it could leave behind; when you get down to it, he’s yours afterall.

“I want you so bad,” you say against his neck, and he huffs as he shifts to line himself with your entrance.

“Look at me, baby,” Hoseok tells you, and you follow, opening your eyes as his hips push forward, his length filling you completely. The slight discomfort of him stretching your walls wider than his fingers were able to didn’t make it feel any less amazing. 

“Fuck, Hobi, you never said you were—”

“So big? So good? I don't like to brag, baby, but you’re pretty lucky.” 

He bottoms out in you with a groan, and grits his teeth as he pulls out slowly, enjoying the way your walls fight to keep him buried in you. Your body welcomes the intrusion, and welcomes the heat of his hands and mouth as he cups a breast and teases the opposite nipple.

“I’m lucky too, this warm, tight pussy just for me...fuck princess, I knew you were gonna be better than I could ever imagine.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Hobi,” you demand with labored breath, tired of his teasing. 

“Hey, I’m in charge tonight, okay?” Hoseok raises an eyebrow, but you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your feet and squeeze, causing him to fill you.

He groans as your walls reflexively pulsate around him and you moan sinfully in his ear.

“As you wish, princess.”

Each drag of his cock leaves you dripping. His thrusts are powerful, hips rolling as he takes turns alternating the angles of them while pounding you into the plush hotel mattress. The look of surprise that takes your face when he takes his hand and wraps it around your throat matches his own when you don’t push his hand away and when you keen loudly, gushing around his cock at the way you let go and put your faith in him.

Hoseok has never seen you look more beautiful, and he’s never had an angel writhing in pleasure underneath him like you before. Every time he buries to the hilt you can’t stay quiet at how good he’s making you feel, and you can’t help the obscene sounds your body makes as you listen to the way he talks to you, praising you for being his good girl, his perfect princess, and it's not long before you’re giving him another climax, letting him own your body. 

His thrusts are growing sloppy, and you whine when he pulls out of you. Pliant from your most recent orgasm and lost in the heady lust, he easily flips you onto your front, hands on your hips to settle you into the position of his choosing. When he slides into your leaking center, you feel him much deeper than before, and he doesn’t hold back, drilling you from the back.

“I can’t, please, please—”

Hoseok goes impossibly harder, and your head is pressed into the headboard as you bite the pillow and try to muffle the moans.

“C’mon princess, let me hear how good I’m making you feel. You’re such a good girl, taking my cock like this.”

Your head is facing sideways, hair falling loose and clinging to the sweat on your skin. Hoseok looks similarly, sweat on his honeyed chest that you can feel as he leans down onto your back as he takes his last few thrusts.

The sound of your heavy breathing replaces the sound of skin slapping skin as he empties himself inside of you, his hot load overflowing from where your bodies meet. You can feel when his softening cock pulls out of you, and you shiver in overstimulation.

You don’t know if minutes, hours, or days pass, but you finally come back to your senses as you feel Hoseok softly kissing your nape and shoulders, nuzzling his face into your neck. He’s pulled your bodies into a cocoon on top of the sheets allowing the overhead fan to cool your bodies. He’s spooning you from behind, fingers playing with your hair gently.

“You okay?”

You hum a reply, nodding as your eyelids flutter. Your body still feels like gelatin, but you feel good, really good. Sated and satisfied. 

“You did really great, princess. You were such a good girl for me.”

“Mmhhmm.” You smile lazily, proud of yourself as you fade into a much needed nap after your very long day.

—

Hoseok lays next to you, his hand carding through your hair as he watches you sleep. You’re always so pretty to him. He thinks about what you told him, and he wishes there is something he can do to ease the slight furrow to your brow and the pout that rests on your lips. 

Even in slumber, after Hoseok did what he could to soothe you, you wore your worries. Using his thumb, he strokes the space between your brows and watches as you let out a cute sigh and relax. 

The sound of Hoseok’s phone pinging causes you to stir, rolling over in the bed facing away from him. 

“Shit.”

He leans over, grabbing his phone from the bedside table so that he can silence it. Yawning, the screen lights up with a vibration as another notification rolls in. Hoseok eyes the messages, stealing a quick glance at your sleeping form. 

Slipping from the bed quietly, he unplugs his phone and crosses the room until he makes it to the bathroom, where he has the number ready to dial as he closes the door and leaves you alone sleeping in the room.

—

You end up sleeping longer than you intended, and wake up close to midnight. Hoseok is next to you, quietly watching a movie on Netflix on the large flat screen mounted on the wall. When he senses you’re awake, he smiles down at you and you slowly separate yourself from where you’re entangled in him as you become more alert. 

“Sorry I slept the rest of the night away.”

“It’s okay, we’ll have plenty of time to see Busan. Plus, we can come back anytime.”

We. Such a strange concept to think of yourself as part of a duo, for so long it had just been you. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that change, but you didn’t have to make any wild changes just yet. Hoseok’s phone vibrates and he reaches for it, a smirk on his face as he types out a fast reply. He angles his phone so it’s impossible for you to see who he’s talking to, but the look on his face makes your heart drop.

You’re sure that while something’s shifted between the two of you, he isn’t done with his playboy ways. Hell, this is the first time the two of you have had an intimate encounter in the brief couple of weeks you had been ‘dating’ and he is known for his...social butterfly tendencies. It’s probably one of his ‘flavors of the week' hitting him up to get a taste...

You can’t stop the thoughts that you have as you settle into the comfortable silence with him, the thoughts that have you second guessing both Hoseok and yourself. Was having sex with him what you should’ve been doing instead of going back in to Ye-Jin and demanding her help? 

This is so unlike you. 

Determined to make up for the lost time, you decide you’ll wake up early and march back to SeeSaw Foundation. You aren’t going to lose your company. Hoseok finally sets his phone down and his arm pulls you closer to him, getting comfortable as his eyes start to droop, and you give yourself the rest of tonight. 

‘Enjoy it while his time is yours,’ you think to yourself, knowing that with the rising sun causing the moon to disappear, so too will today’s encounter. 

Ye-Jin doesn’t look surprised to see you the next morning, but she is taken aback as you speak to her. 

“I know you may not like JinHit Entertainment for your own personal reasons, and honestly, the way that you behaved yesterday, letting your personal feelings get in the way of business? It was not very professional, and I almost felt like it was better to let it be.”

Ye-Jin raises an eyebrow at your bold words and tone, but lets you continue 

“But I am trying to learn to give second chances. SeeSaw Foundation does a lot of great work for this country and its environment. I want to make LeeCo. a company that its consumers can say they are proud of supporting by buying our products. I want consumers to choose LeeCo. because we are the best company, both because of the quality of our products, but because we leave this world a better place than when the company was founded.

“So, I will extend my offer once more. I would like to formally receive instruction from SeeSaw Foundation so that we can have a mutually beneficial outcome. You’ll receive the grant money from the government which allows you to fund research and continue your practices by offering companies sustainable options, and my company will benefit from said sustainable options and practices you provide us.”

Ye-Jin sits watching you, fingers steepled in front of her as she leans back in her chair. 

“You have a lot of nerve coming back in here like this, but I like nerve. I’ll have Nayeon meet with you this afternoon. She is the one who works closely with our companies in the northeast part of the country. She’ll discuss your company and its goals, as well as its practices with you. I know that you leave tomorrow, so if you are willing to stay late tonight with her, she can complete the report for you and email it over in the morning.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. You did it. 

You agree to her terms, promising to be back at noon for your meeting with Nayeon. Ye-Jin produces a tablet, where a contract is pulled up for you to sign. It details the agreement between your two companies and that the services rendered from SeeSaw Foundation are paid for by the grant the government provides. 

You scroll through the services, making sure that you see that a report will be provided to you within 24 hours of your meeting with their representative, Nayeon, and that the report will outline everything Namjoon had asked of you to provide for him in your presentation. You also note that Nayeon will be taking you to one of the nearby companies so you can see how they’ve implemented some of the sustainable practices. 

No wonder you would have to stay late to get everything done. You could get mad at Ye-Jin for wasting all of yesterday, but you look at the bright side. Being busy all day meant you could avoid talking to Hoseok about yesterday.

You sign the e-document and Ye-Jin walks you out towards the reception lobby.

“Thank you again Ye-Jin, for meeting with me, and changing your mind.”

“Don’t thank me, Y/N. Thank your fiance. He called me last night and reminded me of the benefits of working with you.”

You know you look shocked, and that's what prompts Ye-Jin to continue sharing.

“Working with LeeCo. will provide grant money, increase our numbers for revenue to be made in the future when people find out about your collaboration with JinHit, and effectively, this puts JinHit in my debt, and I love when I have the upper hand on Min Yoongi.”

She smiles a cheshire cat smile before turning to walk the opposite way from the lobby, leaving you speechless.

When you get back to the hotel, Hoseok is freshly showered and almost dressed. 

“You clean up well.”

“I just figured I should look presentable for when things work out and you save the day.”

“You mean when you save the day.”

You walk over to Hoseok, giving him a hug. With your face squished to his chest, he can barely hear what you say, but he can make out the gist of it.

“Thank you, Hobi. You didn’t have to do that, but you did.”

He kisses your forehead, an endearing action that has you feeling like maybe there was some hope for the two of you. 

“Of course I did. I said I wanted to be someone you could depend on, and I meant it.”

—

The day goes by fast. You and Hoseok meet with Nayeon, a tall, voluptuous woman who has a very no-nonsense demeanor. You worry a bit about Hoseok and how he’ll behave, but he spends most of the time quietly buried in his phone. 

It irks you a bit to see him not fully paying attention, especially since part of you fears he’s texting other women, but you prefer this to him acting out trying to be the funny guy and making more issues, so you don’t say anything about it. Nayeon, despite being serious, was helpful, and provided you with a lot of hands-on information for your company as you tour one of the locations nearby that utilizes SeeSaw Foundations practices.

That evening, you sit with Nayeon in her office going through the documents you have of your company, identifying what you can change and improve on. She works in tandem with the document that outlines the report she will email over to you, getting as much of it complete as she can before you and Hoseok head back to Seoul. Hoseok continues to sit on his phone, once stepping out to take a phone call that seems to last ages; you have to ask Nayeon to repeat herself several times while he’s gone as you can’t seem to focus on the task at hand since you’re questioning what kind of call Hoseok is making out of earshot. 

The sun sets over the Korea Strait, and once it’s fully dark, Nayeon waves you and Hoseok goodbye, promising to finish up the report and have it over to you by mid afternoon the next day. You and Hoseok head to a small restaurant to grab something to eat, but your brain is so tired from everything you learned today that you don’t interact much with him. Once back in the hotel room, you wash up and head to bed, falling asleep before he’s done with his turn in the shower. 

The trip back home is as fast as a 3 hour trip can be, but a migraine that settled in while you were sleeping has you down for the entirety of it. Hoseok is understanding, and once he drops you off at home, you head back to bed after taking some medicine to hopefully sleep it away. 

Hoseok, on the other hand, feels restless. These past four days with you were eye-opening to say the least, and he wants to talk with his father about it. Unfortunately, his dad is unhelpful, as he’s left on a trip with his mom. Hoseok reaches out to Namjoon, who meets up with him for a drink.

“So, how was the trip to Hobi?” Namjoon cuts straight to the point, never one to sugar coat things.

“It was...well, to be honest it was great. I think Y/N’s starting to like me back at least.”

“Well, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I mean, yeah. But I still feel a little confused at the same time. I—you know I had a crush on her back in high school, right?”

Namjoon nods, bringing the draft beer to his lips for a long sip.

“Well, originally I was against us being forced to marry because I know how that can turn out. I don’t want anyone to resent me, let alone the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.”

“I won’t lie, this is a little surprising.”

Hoseok sighs, knowing his long-time friend would be confused by his words. Hoseok has never opened up about his thoughts this way. 

“I know, I guess a part of me always knew my parents wanted to set me up. So I thought what was the point of dating anyone when I knew that would most likely blow up in my face. I saw my sister date and fall in love, just for her to have to marry someone else. She cried for weeks, and no one cared that she felt that her life was ruined, and on her wedding day she walked down that aisle and said ‘I Do’ to someone she didn’t love, while the person she actually loved vowed never to talk to her again for breaking his heart.”

Namjoon whistled low, unaware that this had all happened. He had attended his sister’s wedding ceremony and reception, and would never have known that this had gone on behind closed doors.

“So that’s why you decided to sleep around with women instead of trying to settle down?” 

Hoseok nods. He knew Namjoon would get it.

“Partly. It was safe. No strings attached. No way to get hurt. ”

“I understand, Hobi. That’s tough. But, if she’s falling for you, why are you worried? Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Because what if it’s not real? What if she ends up meeting someone she thinks is better and still ends up resenting me? My parents aren’t the best examples of showing a loving relationship...and she deserves that. What if I somehow fuck it all up?”

Hoseok grabs his whiskey and downs it. It’s the only alcohol he can tolerate, and Namjoon watches wearily as his friend asks for another round.

“There’s always chances of fucking up a relationship, even without an arrangement or having the best parents as an example. We make our relationships what they are. If you don’t want to be like your parents, you have the ability to make sure you turn out how you want to. It’s gonna be work, you might need couples therapy or something to learn how to communicate with each other effectively or to help get through big issues, but that just shows you’re committed to the relationship, to her. I think she’s really good for you, Hobi. I’ve never seen you work so diligently in my life.”

Hoseok laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes where they had fallen.

“Yeah, I know. It’s different, but in a good way. I’m still worried I’m not ready yet to let go of my freedom, but I feel like she makes me want to be.”

“Spend some more time with her, keep getting to know her on a personal level. Maybe she’ll let you in and you can finally tell Yoongi she’s not an ice princess.” Namjoon wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and when he sees Hoseok’s ears turn red, he laughs loudly, eyes taking a crescent moon shape in happiness.

“You already melted her, didn't you?”

“Listen, a lot happened on this trip, man. But whoever made bets about it owes me a cut of the money. I know you guys too well.”

Namjoon laughs again, shooting a text to Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung, asking them to pay up.

The following week you spend preparing everything for the presentation for the board members. You barely get to talk to Hoseok since you’ve been back, but he doesn’t reach out to either and you’re sure he’s off texting his other women and being perfectly content now that he’s back in Seoul. Why else would he have been on his phone so much while you were in Busan? And then seemingly ghost you after he got your goodies?

So consider you surprised when you receive a calendar invite from Hoseok on the morning before the big presentation. The invite is simply labeled ‘DATE’, with the time and location listed. Hoseok includes a small note with the email, letting you know he’ll be picking you up from your house later that evening.

You feel your chest respond with flutters to the invite, feeling excited about it, but also wary. The two of you haven’t talked about what happened on the trip, and you felt like something had shifted between you, but you didn’t want to be wrong. The fear that you had of opening up to others wasn’t gone just because he gave you the orgasm (or several) of your life. If anything, you felt a little more scared because now you were vulnerable to being hurt.

Hoseok is prompt when he picks you up, eyes unwavering as he takes in the way your dress hugged your body in all the right places. You cling to your small clutch, unable to deny the way the lust sparking in his eyes is affecting you. You squeeze your thighs together, an action his hawk-like eyes don’t miss, but he keeps it to himself, choosing instead to exit the car and open the passenger door for you. 

“You look amazing bab—Y/N.” He says, and you nod with a smile at the way he so easily calls you a pet name. You want to tell him it's okay, but for some reason you feel shy.

“Thanks, Hobi. You do too.”

He hums in response, happy that you’re calling him Hobi and not Hoseok—like his dad—turning up the music slightly before resting his hand on your exposed thigh. His fingers settle into the slight space between your legs from how you’ve sat in the car, and you can’t help but feel the heat from the way his fingers lightly trace back and forth on your skin. 

It doesn’t take long to get to the restaurant; you’re ashamed to admit you don’t care much to stay here long. They’re not serving what you’re craving. You go to the bathroom once you’re inside, spending a few minutes to calm yourself down and compose yourself.

It’s easy for the two of you to fall into step as you’re led to your booth. The seats along the narrow hall are curved for privacy, with space enough for the wait staff to pass with trays of food. You scoot into the plush seat next to him and once you’ve been poured a glass of wine, you turn to Hoseok expectantly.

“I, um, figured this would be a good time for us to both go out and talk about the presentation tomorrow,” he says, rubbing his hand on his neck. You nod, sitting back comfortably.

“I think everything is ready for tomorrow. I shared the presentation with you so that you can review it, but I put in all of the information that was needed from both of us, so you don’t have to worry.”

Hoseok furrows his brows.

“You know you could have shared the file earlier. I would've been more than happy to include the parts that were assigned to me. You know you don’t have to do everything on your own.”

The look that he gives you makes you feel like he’s talking about more than the project.

“I’m just used to doing things this way. And it means so much to my company, I just want to make sure it goes flawlessly.”

“And you don’t trust me to make sure it does.” His words are blunt; a statement instead of a question. His tone causes you to look at him, instantly feelling guilt.

“No Hobi, that’s not true. Well, it’s not the whole truth. I honestly am so used to doing things alone. And you’re still new to this role and I just...I’m sorry.” You reach out for his hand and link your fingers together. “I promise next time I won’t leave you out.” 

He squeezes your hand and smiles at you. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you leave me out next time.”

The two of you settle into a comfortable conversation about the presentation and order your meal. While eating, Hoseok can’t help but to ask you about your thoughts on the arrangement.

“Honestly, I was against it for so long, not because of you, but because I see how my parents turned out.”

“Yeah, your dad isn’t part of the business anymore, right?”

“No. He left a long time ago and my mom has been bitter ever since. And I can’t really blame her to be honest. I just wish that his leaving didn’t make her that way. That she had loved me and my brother a bit more, because we had lost half of what we should’ve had.”

Hoseok nods thoughtfully, chewing the last of his food before speaking.

“My parents are also so weird in their marriage. Everything seems so...transactional. It’s just not what I want. But I always knew that I would have an arranged marriage. I just didn’t want whoever I ended up with to hate me, or resent me.”

“You know, funnily enough, I was very close to resenting you,” you admit, the wine you’re drinking having loosened your thoughts slightly. “But it was my godfather who pointed out to me that as much as this was an arranged marriage, that I had a say.”

“You did?”

“Yeah,” you start to laugh, remembering his words. “I was so angry, but then he pointed out that I chose you.”

Hoseok stares at you as you giggle, unable to stop the peals of laughter falling from your wine stained lips. He’s a little on edge, unsure whether to laugh along or be concerned that you were laughing about him being your choice. He waits patiently until you catch your breath and you turn to him.

“I chose you every time I was given the matchmaking binders. Can you believe it? You were my number one choice every time. Like I was Ash, and you were my pikachu.” You giggle again.

Hoseok draws in his breath, looking at you as if you had stars in your eyes. He didn’t realize how badly he craved to be someone’s choice. For someone to look at him, and not see everything that he could or should be, but to see his flaws and all, and still choose him. And to hear that you chose him more than once? That you chose him every time? His hand moves to cup your cheek as he moves closer to you.

“Please, Y/N...never stop choosing me.”

He connects his lips to yours and you melt in his grasp, hands fisting his pressed button down to pull him closer. Your lips slot together between gentle breaks for air, and you can’t get enough of how he tastes. His scent, a soft vanilla that’s just him surrounds you and you almost don’t notice when the waiter approaches your table.

He pulls back from you and you let out a small whine, until you notice the way the girl shuffles from foot to foot.

“Put it on the Jung tab. No dessert tonight, thank you.”

He slides from the curved bench quickly, reaching to grasp your wrist and pull you up too. He wraps his arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him, and hands a large bill to the staff. He leans his mouth to your ear as his hand drifts farther down to the small of your back, fingers stopping at the top of the curve of your ass. This is the one time he hopes pictures of him leaving with a woman in his arms make it to the WeVerse App. So everyone will know you chose him, and you belong to him.

“I think we should have dessert at home, don’t you think?” he intones lowly, and the heat unfurls low in your belly as you nod.

————

Hoseok kisses you deeply as he walks you through his house. It’s quiet; his parents are out of town still and he has the place to himself.

Clothing is scattered the farther you make it into the house, until the two of you are both bare in his bed. Your legs tangle as he continues to just kiss you, building your need for him.

“Hobi, please—” you press hot kisses to neck and collarbone as you rut your hips along his thigh that’s between your legs.

“I know baby, but I don’t want you fast tonight.”

He rolls you over onto your back, pulling away so that he can look down at you.

“I want to savor this night.”

When his lips meet yours again, it's slower, and as your tongues curl around each other, you feel your toes curl when his hand slides down your body to reach its destination. He dips two fingers into your heat and you whimper at the precision of his motions. 

“Want you wet and begging for me, angel. Don’t want you to think of anyone else, want you to choose me only.”

“Nghh, I will, please,” you lift your hips to meet his fingers' thrusts, and he grinds his palm into your clit for extra friction. You grip his shoulder and his hair, clinging to him as you build yourself to climax. It’s messy, and you can’t help the shameless way you moan for him as your legs start to shake. 

“Want you to cum on my tongue, princess,” he says, lowering himself as you loosen your grasp on him so he can kiss down your body, until he’s thrown your legs over his shoulders. He has to keep his hands ready when you try to close them around his head. It doesn’t take much for his tongue to alleviate the built up pressure, and you burst as he laps up the mess you make. 

Shivering, you lay there panting as pleasure thrums through your veins. How was he so good at everything when it came to your body?

He lays down next to you, enjoying watching your fucked out expression as you come down from the heights he took you to. His mouth is still glistening from your release, and you reward him with a kiss so lewd, you make sure to clean it all up and swallow down the taste of yourself before kissing down his chest. His eyes grow wide as you grasp his cock, tongue warm and wet as you caress the tip. 

He throws his head back with a groan when you take him fully into your mouth, the muscles of his abdomen tightening as he holds back from the pleasure you give him. Hollowing your cheeks you suck and swallow, choking every so often and adding to the slippery saliva that coats him and your hands as you stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, princess...just like that, fuck—”

Hoseok sucks in air through his teeth, hissing when you speed up. His hands fist into your hair, controlling your movement and he can’t stop himself from fucking your face when your mouth just feels so good. You can’t stop the tears from your gag reflex and it doesn’t take much of the sounds and sight for Hoseok to coat your throat thoroughly. 

You swallow, making a show of it for him and you swear you see little hearts appear in his eyes as he watches you. 

“Princess, you’re so good with your mouth, you naughty little thing...”

You preen at his words, joining him up by his pillows.

“Let me see?” he asks, and you open your mouth, showing him that nothing was left. He looks at you in awe before nuzzling his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, his warmth enveloping you as he lays his body on top of you. You can’t help but squirm a little as he gets a ticklish spot, and he turns it into a soft kiss, a series of pecks that grows into a tongue swirling suction that you know will leave a mark.

But now, you don’t care if it does. You want everyone to know he chose you, and that you chose him too.

This time, when Hoseok moves his body to split your thighs, he takes his time, his hand dragging his cock along your glistening folds as you let out little gasps of sounds as he presses against your now throbbing clit with each pass. You coat his cock, and his own breath hitches when he catches the tip on your opening, dipping inside just enough to feel the snug pull of your walls.

Your eyes lock with his and after a couple more passes, he lowers his body so he’s chest to chest with you. With a slow but steady push, he breaches you, burying himself in your warmth. Once he bottoms out, he pauses, allowing you to acclimate to his size. His lips move with yours lazily, and once he feels your walls relax, he pulls his hips back, smoothe motions as he drives them forward. 

His cock strokes deep and slow, your leaking pussy making lewd squelching sounds as he continues his motion. He hitches one of your legs up by the knee and you feel him deeper in your abdomen, eyes rolling back as he taps your g-spot with a swivel of his hips, his kiss still slow and intense as he bites your bottom lip with a pull. He maintains eye contact as he continues to fill you, and you lift your hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

“You feel so good, angel, so tight and warm...is this the wettest you’ve ever been, baby?”

“Yes, fuck, no one gets me as wet as you...”

“Cause it’s mine angel, no one makes you feel as good as I make you feel, right?”

“Mmhhmm, only you Hobi, only you—”

He makes you moan out the rest of your sentence, and when he pulls himself from inside of you, his cock is soaked, strings of your cum clinging to him before he engulfs himself back into your heat. 

He does this several times, his eyes wide as he watches the way you open for him, taking him so well that he’s close to climax just from enjoying the way that your body seems made to take him. He pulls out, shifting your bodies until you're riding him, body laying over his as you bounce on his cock and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. 

The sounds he makes as you seek your release do nothing but make you ride him harder and faster, until you both climax together in a messy lover’s embrace, whimpers of overstimulation and quiet praises of “that’s my good girl” and “you did so well” filling the room as you settle into each other’s arms for the night.

You pace back and forth, a nervous wreck as you shuffle through the notes you have on your index cards. You know it’s so old fashioned to do, and goes against the sustainability idea, but handwriting your notes has always been a soothing thing for you to do the night before a big project or presentation, and you’ve kept the ritual since middle school. You decide that for such an important presentation, you’ll stick to what you know works.

Soon the room will fill with the board members and a few others who are important to this deal. Hoseok has yet to arrive in the room, but that’s okay, because you came early to set up everything. You didn’t mean to sleep over at Hoseok’s, but the night ended pleasantly well. You had to leave early to swing by your home though to shower and change, and Hoseok was still sleeping peacefully when you left him.

Your thoughts were hard to reign in; everything reminds you of Hoseok. You’ve spent so much quality time together recently, crossing boundaries that you thought would take you a lot longer than they actually did, but you’re only human and the man is built like a god. You laugh to yourself momentarily when the thought of his sunshine personality melting the ice princess comes to mind. Maybe it was a funny joke after all.

All of this leaves your mind and you go blank when the low chatter of the group enters the room. You see the CEO, Kim Namjoon, enter with Khaity, followed closely by Min Yoongi and the one secretary girl who flirted with the CIO Jeon Jungkook...NaBi? The door is closed for only a moment before it swings open again to reveal the CFO, Kim Seokjin, who is leading in the board other members. Several of the men and the one woman in the group look old enough to be your grandparents, and standing out from the group you notice Park Jimin, the youngest board member. 

Setting down your notes, you grab your phone, sending a quick message to Hoseok.

Where are you?

Namjoon stands up and greets the room, quieting the office chatter.

“Good morning everyone, thank you for showing up to this presentation! I have invited LeeCo. representative Lee Y/N to pitch for us a new venture we would like to undertake for JinHit.”

He gestures to you, and you smile at them graciously.

“Today’s presentation proposes the goal to work with LeeCo. in order to provide our entertainment division with the skincare products needed to complete their various tasks. They’ve looked into becoming sustainable and created a presentation to show us what they can do for JinHit.”

In the brief pause Namjoon takes, the glass door swings open again, showcasing a slightly out of breath Hoseok. He runs his fingers through his hair and you can’t help the relief you feel at seeing him and the way your body reacts to seeing him looking so good. 

You blink a few times as he walks towards you, and only when Namjoon starts talking do you tune back in.

“Ah, Jung Hoseok. Our board member who is spearheading this project with Lee Y/N, in order to deliver the most accurate info for how this collaboration can benefit the company. I will let the two of you take it away!”

The small audience claps and you see Hoseok use a small remote to dim the lights so your presentation shines easily for the viewers. 

Clearing your throat, you begin speaking, introducing yourself, the company, and what you and Hoseok were tasked with undertaking the past month or so since you had met with Namjoon initially. Hoseok has his phone out, unsurprisingly, but you knew you were going to take point anyways on this. It means too much to you.

Everything seems to be going well, until you reach a slide that you realize is lacking in information. You realize a second too late that you left your index cards on the table, but to buy yourself time, you elaborate a bit more on what you can remember and gesture with your hands. Walking calmly over to the table, you try and make it a natural movement to grab the cards, but since you try to maintain eye contact with the audience, you miss the coffee cup that Min Yoongi had set down. 

Everything happens so fast. The coffee cup, sitting in condensation from the ice in the americano, slides briefly along the table where it hits the laptop. This causes it to tip the opposite way, which is lucky for the electronics.

Your index cards, made of the finest cardstock, stain a dark brown as the caffeinated beverage spreads over the edge of the table and pools on the floor. The ice cubes add to the sound and makes your embarrassment so much worse.

Yoongi sighs, but produces the brown napkins often given with pastries and caffeine. He kneels down to help you clean up his spilt coffee, and the gesture is quite nice for the often crass and standoffish man. You wonder idly if his new girlfriend has softened him, but the thought goes out of your head when you realize your note cards are ruined.

“Um, why don’t we take a brief intermission? NaBi, can you call for a custodian?” Namjoon says, clapping his hands once.

“We can start again in about five minutes, please help yourself to some refreshments in the back of the room, and I will make sure that we have lids.” Khaity compliments him so well with how she chimes in to provide relief to the awkwardness. Some of the older men stand up and stretch before heading to the hallway; you assume they need the restroom. 

A custodian appears quickly and cleans up the mess thoroughly, much better than you and Yoongi with the coffee chain napkins, and you walk over to the podium, worried.

What are you going to do now? Maybe if you change the slide while everyone is gone, you can skip this part? 

You press the next arrow to see the next slide, but realize the slide you passed is important. It covers the critical information about sustainability that you would implement and how the tax credits would apply to both your company and JinHit, one of the big selling points to get the Board Members to vote yes. 

Sensing Hoseok’s energy behind you, you turn to him, your face expressing how you actually feel. 

“Hey, princess, it’s okay, breathe.” His hands hold your cheeks softly, and he takes a deep breath, wanting you to copy him. You try to slow your oxygen intake, and he smiles down at you. 

“There you go, baby, eyes on me, another deep breath...good girl.”

“Hobi, I don’t know what to do. Those index cards were the only place I wrote down my notes.”

“It’s okay, I told you that I wanted to be someone you could depend on, right? Let me take point on this okay? I’ll go through the rest of the presentation, and you can try and find your notes on the tablet while I talk. If you can't, don't worry. I got you.”

The moment is interrupted when one of the elderly board members clears his throat.

“I would think public displays at work would be banned, but this younger generation taking over has different views it seems.”

His words are said with the intent to be heard, a loud whisper to his neighbor that has Namjoon sending a glare towards the man, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows better than most about calming nervous girlfriends and knows Hoseok isn’t trying to be sexual at this moment. It’s why he called for the intermission; he wanted to provide you with a moment to collect yourself after the coffee mishap.

“Whenever you are ready, Y/N, we can get started again,” he says gently, showing that he’s in no rush and respecting your feelings.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” Hoseok steps up to the center of the room, dimming the lights once again. 

You stand at the podium to the side where your tablet lays, and you begin to sort through the various files to see if you can find the information from the report you received. Everything is located in various documents which you had condensed when you made the index cards. If only you had thought to save a copy digitally.

Hoseok’s voice, calm in timbre as he shares the information, pulls your attention away briefly when you notice the captivating way he speaks to the audience in the room. He’s confident, standing tall and making eye contact with the members. He has his phone in his hand, and you can see him glance at it for specific numbers, but other than that, he knows the information without having to look down. 

You watch him, and once he completes the slide he looks at you with a smile. You advance to the next slide and he continues on smoothly, picking up where you had left off easily as if he had made the presentation himself. He appeared to have all of his notes on his phone, scrolling through the information and sharing the details. You stand there in awe at him, and you don’t even feel the urge to step back into the lead. 

He’s doing an amazing job, you honestly didn’t know he had taken in so much information on your trip, seeing him buried on his phone the entire time, you thought he was texting other women or fucking off instead of taking things seriously. Much to your pleasant surprise, he was using his phone to be prepared for the presentation, and had saved your ass in the process. 

You could fall in love with him at this moment.

Falling into the role as his number two, you shift through the presentation for him, and once done, the Board Members who were watching appeared to be impressed, all thoughts about the perceived PDA thrown out the window with how Hoseok stepped up to the plate. 

Namjoon steps in to present the vote to the board, and it doesn’t take long for the consensus to vote a resounding yes to the proposal. Min Yoongi presents you with a finalized contract minutes later on his tablet, and you sign, excited to call your mom with the good news. Before you can step too far down the hallway, Hoseok grasps your waist and slows your walk.

“In a rush?” he asks you with a pout. You turn in his arms, resting your forearms on his shoulders.

“Just wanted to call my mom with the good news.” you say with a smile.

“Well, congratulations baby. You did it.”

He leans in and kisses you softly, smooth lips pressed to yours in contentment. You respond, enjoying the moment with your boyfriend.

“We did it, Hobi. You were amazing up there. You really came in and saved the day.”

“I told you I would. I want to be someone you can rely on. Someone you can take seriously.”

“Well, I seriously can’t thank you enough for being that person for me.” you pepper his face with kisses. “I know that this meant a lot to you also, so I’m really happy for you.”

You look up at him, the way his eyes shower you with his adoring gaze, and you realize why your daebu thought you and Hoseok would be such a good match. You once thought of you two as being too different, opposites like the sun and the moon who cannot exist in the same space.

The reality is that when you step back far enough, your perspective changes. Grounded on earth, the sun and moon are separate, two beings who aren’t compatible. But from space, from everyone else’s view, the sun and moon take up the same area. They are two halves of the whole, a yin yang that complements one another to create a perfect series of events to show the passing of a day, week, month, year. 

And while the sun may chase the moon away, the moon always comes back. Much like how you appear serious and Hoseok is the ‘wild child’, you come together in a way that forms this perfect balance and to everyone else... you’re made for each other. You think you’re finally starting to see it.

“I think...I think I could get used to this.”

“Well, we don’t really have a choice, do we?” Hoseok asks, and you scrunch your nose up in that adorable way that he likes as you giggle.

“Did you forget already? I chose you, Hobi. And I think I want to keep choosing you, every time.”  

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[uhjaemin]

ok now that i’m more awake n functioning compared to when i sent his app last night djsks hello ! its angel again n im bringing back my baby ; a complete opposite of michelle. i had to update a few things n i took his old intro n just upgraded it so not much changed, just added stuff. but !! here’s my lil moonlight ♡

here are some stats, plots & his pinterest !

☆°•. —— look who’s joining the infinite tour! only MOON JAEMIN, who is the MANAGER of TIDAL. i’ve heard whispers that the 23 year old is pretty VERSATILE but lowkey SENSITIVE. also, doesn’t he remind you of CHOI SAN?

FAMILY LIFE

his sister and his dad are his life

he pretty much raised his sister who’s 5 years younger when he was in his early teen years because when his mom left, his dad was in a depression n couldn’t really step up at the time

his mom left when he was 13

minnie doesn’t speak to her at all, he’s lost touch with her and not really sure where she is or what happened to her

but !! he’s v protective of his sister n dad

taking care of his sister kinda kept him from going out n experiencing things as a teenager

so now he’s all about exploring the world n having fun now that he has the chance !!

kinda just holding back to make sure she grew up okay

he doesn’t regret it tho n is constantly checking in on her n their dad esp when he’s on tour

TIDAL ERA

jaemin’s manger ability is v much doubted by k-netz because of his age since he’s young for a manager n also his appearance is often brought into it — like wondering what he’s doing as a manager n not an idol group

trained for it sometime after he graduated from school so he’s been tidal’s manager for like 1.5 years 

got the job from an acquaintance at school that was working in tidal’s original company, golden media

i’d imagine him to have a bond with the members like kard n their managers,, Chaotic hhhh

if ur wondering ; here (ty emma for showing me this ily)

PERSONALITY

to explain his versatile trait, jaemin’s v v playful n acts like a brother figure sometimes but when the time comes, he’s straight manager mode with handling schedules n things like that

but he’s sensitive underneath all that, not wanting to mess up and make sure everyone is taken care of

like when he gets criticism by some higher up or someone at the company, he’ll be all ‘okay great !‘ then probably cry when he gets home djskls

he loves tidal to death tho, they’re kinda the music he’d listen to growing up n he loves the genre but ofc he’s exposed to other groups’ music so he’s learning !!

he’s also the type of manager to stand by the edge or below the stage n take videos of them like ‘ur doing great sweeties!’ n tease them about it

the fans call him manager bae bc cute !

OTHER

he’s like a golden retriever puppy, v energetic but also loyal

A CANCER man??? holy shit get him away /j

again my friend, my absolute love requested that he like boys to have a lil piece of him in jaemin so !! who am i to deny a precious soul a noble request

a total soft boy, wears big sweaters and loves the moon

PLANT DAD !! IMPORTANT !!

first language is korean, fluent in english since he kept learning after he graduated n would be useful as a manager, learning japanese !

Loves tattoos,, LOVES ! has a few on his arms, one on his side, etc.

skunk hair san supremacy

easily flustered but has no problem giving compliments djskls what a dork

n yeah !! just ur friendly neighborhood pretty boy

i think i covered it all tbh,, got connection ideas on my plots page but brainstorming is always neat idk but !! so happy to bring him back, i’ve missed him sm n hope u love him too !

[plentyoffandoms]

Only One (Part 2)

Sammy Guevara x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Hope you like it.

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Summary: F/Reader & Sammy were highschool best friends but lost touch after graduation. Reader married MJF & now they are going through a divorce while all three of them work for AEW.

Y/N'S POV:

The very next night Aletha asked for me to continue the story of how I met her father. She got comfy in her bed as I continued the story.

"You see Aletha, your Dad and I did stay in touch. We called each other every other day. We would text each other all the time, but we slowly started to talk less and less to each other as time went on."

I didn't come home for Christmas as my family came to New York and we had our Christmas at the hotel they were staying at.

I didn't go back home until summer break and Sammy was working his ass off trying to make his dreams come true.

I saw him maybe twice the whole summer and that was in passing but I did miss my best friend.

The next semester of school started and I was back in New York State. That is when I became close Max.

Max was a cocky bastard but he was fun as hell. We were partners for a project and he expected me to do all the work.

"You are helping and if you don't then I will ask for a new partner Max." I told him.

After I threatened to leave him high and dry, he started to pull his weight and start to do his work.

Like any good universities love story, we fell in love. We spent so much time together that we actually fell in love.

But Max decided that school was not for him and he left the following year to pursue his dream of becoming a wrestler.

I seemed to be around people who want to be professional wrestlers but the main difference between Sammy and Max was that Max would actually respond back to my messages.

He would actually take time out of his day to call me. Maxwell Friedman made me feel special.

After I graduated from University, Max proposed during our anniversary dinner and I said yes of course.

"I forgot you were married to Uncle Max Mommy."

"Yes I was married to Uncle Max sweetheart."

We had a massive wedding with all of our friends and family there. His parents bought us a house as a wedding gift and our lives seemed perfect on the outside.

But a year into our marriage Max and I were fighting all the time. We couldn't go a week without fighting and it was driving me insane.

Whenever he was home, we would be going to couples counselling and trying to work through our problems.

But nothing worked. We thought we just needed to spend more time together so Max got me a job at AEW.

Then the pandemic started and my position in the company was put on hold until I was told it was okay to start okay.

Max was home more but we knew it was time to get a divorce. We were not making each other happy anymore.

We knew we would work better as just friends. So we both decided that we will get divorced.

We told our families our plan and of course they were upset but they knew how unhappy we were.

Max offered me the house but I insisted he have it as it was his parents who paid for it.

We talked through what each of us wanted to keep and now we are just waiting for the divorce to be finalised.

Then I got told by AEW that it was time for me to start my new job.

I was excited as I got told I will be the manager of the Inner Circle. I have yet to meet everyone who is part of the group, but the ones who I have met seem nice.

Chris was the first person I met and he made me feel welcomed but he kept looking at me like he has seen me before, which is not the case.

Brandi my best friend and her husband were practically giddy at the thought of me working with the Inner Circle.

Brandi told me I was also the main manager for someone who calls himself the 'Spanish God.' I asked her who that was and she told me I had to wait and see.

But apprently he was around my age and I should get a long with him just fine.

It has been a few weeks now and I am supposed to be meeting everyone. Chris, Jay, Miguel, Mike and the other guy.

Everyone was so secretive on who he was so I just figured it was just some hot shot.

I was not expecting for Sammy to be sitting next to Chris.

"Y/N?"

"Sammy?"

I noticed the smirk that was on the faces of the four men in the room. So this is why this was a secret.

"Now time for bed little one. Daddy is home tomorrow and he can help finish the story."

Part 3

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