#cha eunwoo scenarios

[mykoreanlove]

say please? 🥺

“Open your legs baby, come on.” You shook your head in disagreement. Your boyfriend’s piercing eyes didn’t leave yours, not even for a second, as he was cowered in front of you, begging on his knees like the good boy that he was. His long fingers softly glided over your shins up to your thighs, but you still denied him access. “Baby, just do it.”

A soft energy surrounded him as he was trying to seduce you. Eun Woo had multiple sides to him, but he knew that you liked his whiny, pleading characteristics the most. Seeing him in such a state of contrast ignited a fire within you, one that would burn you with deep desire.

His appearance exuded an aura of danger, his well-defined physique and tousled hair presenting a captivating, heartthrob allure. Yet underneath this exterior, he radiated warmth and kindness, embodying qualities of compassion and love. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” His deep voice was hushed, yet sweet as honey. His eyes were glistening, painfully needy of his one true love. “Open your legs for me. Come on, princess.” You shook your head once more. Eagerly. Eun Woo chuckled in frustration, deciding on taking another route. “So, you don’t want my lips on the insides of your thighs? Pampering you with kisses? Soft, sweet kisses? The ones that are moist? Is that it?” You felt your thighs tingling, immediately responding to his words, screaming at you. “Now open your legs for me, honey.” He noticed you squeezing your thighs together in response and smirked internally, knowing that his tactics were paying off. Eun Woo got up on his knees and propped his arms on both of your sides, leaning in for a kiss but stopping right before touching your lips. His scent was intoxicating. His breath was too sweet. Everything in you fought hard to not give in. “You know that I can make you feel really good, don’t you, baby? The kind that has you high for days? Hooked even?” He watched you cautiously, all his focus was on you. You heard him whisper sultrily once more. “Open your legs for me, darling.” Eun Woo’s eyes darted down to your throat, only for a millisecond, catching you gulping hardly. He knew what he was doing to you, just as you knew what your resistance to him did. But now he was getting impatient. He turned his head to the side and graced your ear with his soft lips. “Let me taste you, baby girl. I really want to fucking taste you. Slide my tongue into your wet pussy. You are wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” He noticed your chest heaving heavily, going all in now. “Let me tell you what I want to do to you, y/n. You are going to open your legs for me, and I will dive head-first into your precious cunt. And I will drink you up like juice. I’m going to circle on your clit, poking and sucking until you’re jelly for me. Let me make that cherry pop, baby girl.” A soft moan escaped your lips, his words definitely painted a picture for you. “Open your legs for me, now.” You felt the heat in your body, but you decided to make him wait a little longer, you needed him agitated for a bit longer. Eun Woo clicked his tongue impatiently; the annoyance was written all over his face. “After I made your cherry pop, I’ll be sliding my tongue into your hole, baby girl. Sliding in and out, in and out while your delicious juices will be drooping all over me. Let me lick your folds. Let me lick you clean. Please just let me tongue-fuck you. Please.” His voice was almost breaking, his need for you too unbearable. Eun Woo turned around to face you again while breathing deeply. He noticed your dilated pupils and flared nostrils; he could even sense your pussy’s heat from up here. Fuck, you both needed each other badly, so he tried one last time. “Open your legs for me, baby. Please?”

[only1airen]

╰┈➤ His Other Half

Author's Note:

Hii guys, decided to make an AU about Cha Eunwoo and you how I think he'd interact with his girlfriend. It's my first time posting a piece of writing in a media platform. I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes, english is not my first language

(ᵕ—ᴗ—). But I hope you enjoy reading it!

Includes:

- fluff

- suggestive words

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Eunwoo set down his bag and took a seat on the couch, dialing his girlfriend’s number. His face softened as soon as the video call connects, revealing your face on the screen.

"Hey, I just got home. You must’ve been busy today. How was your day?" Eunwoo spoke softly, smiling gently.

He leaned back slightly, his voice calm but filled with interest.

"I thought about calling earlier, but I didn’t want to disturb you. Did you eat? You always forget when you’re busy."

"I have eaten, Eunwoo, don't worry." You said as you held his gaze, observing him silently. "What about you? How's your day?" You ask in return, slightly tilting your head in a curious manner.

Eunwoo let out a small laugh. "How are you so effortlessly observant? My day was alright. Just the usual work stuff."

He studied you for a moment, noting the weariness in your eyes. "You look tired, though. You sure you’ve been eating enough?"

"I'm eating well." You reassured him, leaning back on the bed. "Are you?"

Eunwoo’s expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine, I promise."

He leaned back slightly, mirroring your position. "I just worry because I know how busy you can get. You have a tendency to neglect yourself sometimes."

You smiled gently at Eunwoo's concern. "Trust me, I really am taking care of myself."

Eunwoo nodded slightly, his expression still worried but reassured by your words. "Okay, I trust you."

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. "Just don’t push yourself too much, alright? You always put others before yourself. You have to take care of yourself to be able to care for others, you know?"

You nodded softly in response, gazing into his eyes. "Alright. Take care of yourself too."

Eunwoo looked back at you, his eyes filled with gentle affection. "I will. I promise."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his expression turning more serious. "Jagiya, I… I really wish you were here. It’s always quiet when I come home to an empty apartment."

Your face softened at his words. "I miss you too, Eunwoo." You admitted faintly.

Eunwoo’s expression softened even more, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and longing. "It’s not just that I miss you. There’s something about this apartment when you’re not here. It’s as if a part of me is missing."

He hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s not just about the silence. It’s knowing that I can’t see your face, touch you, or hold you. I miss everything about you."

Eunwoo paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. He wanted you to understand how deeply he cares about you.

"I know we’re both busy and we can’t be together all the time, but… there’s just something about your presence that makes me feel whole. You bring a level of comfort and peace to my life that nothing else can."

You gazed at him tenderly. "I'm glad I can be that person, Eunwoo..." You replied gently. "We'll be seeing each other soon when we're both not busy anymore..." You added, a small smile playing on your lips.

Eunwoo nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, we will. And I can’t wait for that day to come."

He reached out, as if wishing he could touch you through the screen. "Just… don’t forget, okay? No matter how busy you get, don’t forget about me. And don’t forget to take care of yourself while you’re at it."

You hummed in acknowledgement.

As you talk about your day, Eunwoo listened intently, his gaze never leaving the screen.

Later on, you sit up on the bed. "I'll leave you in a bit. I'm taking a quick shower." You informed him.

Eunwoo nodded, his eyes lingering on your figure, committing your features to memory. "Alright. Let me know when you’re done, okay? And make sure to dry your hair properly. You know how easily you get cold when it’s damp."

"I will." You beamed at him and gave him a flying kiss before going straight to the bathroom.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at the gesture, catching the invisible kiss and pretending to place it in his pocket. "I’ll be waiting."

He watched as you dissapear from the screen, a sense of longing settling in his heart again. He knew it won’t be long before he sees your face again, but the waiting still feels unbearable.

After a short while, You came out of the bathroom, wearing your fluffy bathrobe. You held out your phone, your face appearing on the screen once again, your hair slightly damp at the moment.

Eunwoo’s expression immediately brightened as he sees your face again. His eyes softened as they land on your damp hair. "You should’ve dried it more, jagiya. You’ll catch a cold."

You smiled subtly at his words, walking over to the vanity desk. "I'll finish drying it with the hair dryer." You told him and took a seat, placing your phone nearby while still showing your face. You start brushing your hair with a comb before proceeding to dry your hair with the hair dryer next, looking relaxed and all.

Eunwoo watched quietly as you brush and dry your hair. He's comforted by the sight, knowing that you’re taking care of yourself. However, he couldn't help but wish he was the one to wrap a towel around your head, and run his fingers through your soft locks.

He rested his chin in his hand, a hint of longing in his eyes. "You always look so beautiful when you’re just being yourself."

"It's because you make me feel comfortable being myself around you." The words come out of your mouth naturally, your voice calm, matching his.

Eunwoo’s heart skipped a beat at those words. He leaned forward slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "And that’s how it should be, jagiya. I never want you to feel like you have to pretend to be someone else with me. I want you to be completely yourself, always."

There was a hint of determination in his voice, as if making sure you understand that he truly wanted to be someone you can trust and rely on.

You eventually finished drying your hair and put the hair dryer down, looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair a bit.

Eunwoo silently observed as you put away the hair dryer and adjust your hair in the mirror. He found himself wishing he could be there, running his fingers through your hair, admiring how beautiful you look from up close.

He cleared his throat softly, the desire to touch you growing stronger with each passing second.

"You’re so pretty... And all done?"

You hummed in affirmation. "Yes, all done. I will just go and change into my loungewear."

Eunwoo nodded, trying to hide the pang of longing in his chest at the thought of you changing clothes. He took a deep breath and composed himself, reminding himself to be patient.

"Okay, jagiya. I’ll be here waiting for you."

With that, you went to pick out clothes from your closet. Eunwoo could see your back from here as you begin to change. You slid off your bathrobe and puts on your oversized sweater, your movements graceful and at ease.

As Eunwoo watched you change, his breath hitches in his throat. The sight of your figure, even from behind, is captivating. His eyes follow your every movement, his heart thudding in his chest. He aches to see your face, to hold you in his arms, to feel your skin against his.

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down and keep his emotions in check.

Once you were done changing, you return and took your phone, settling back on the bed. You look over at him curiously, noticing the slight flush on his cheeks. "What's up, Eunwoo?"

Eunwoo’s initial surprise at getting caught is quickly replaced by a flustered expression. "Uh, n-nothing. I’m fine, don’t worry."

He could feel the heat on his cheeks and knew it’s a dead giveaway. He attempted to smile casually, hoping you wouldn't notice how affected he is.

You couldn't help but tease Eunwoo a little, enjoying his flustered expression, a playful glint in your eyes. "I know you, Eunwoo. What is it? Tell me."

Eunwoo’s heart skipped a beat when you teased him. He knew there’s no getting out of this now. His cheeks flushed even more.

"It’s just... Seeing you change clothes, even from a distance, made me feel things." He admitted, his voice a little unsteady.

You looked at him, intrigued. You smirked softly. "You should get used to it." You chuckled afterwards.

Eunwoo chuckled softly in response. But the images in his mind—of you undressing and dressing, the soft curve of your skin under that oversized sweater—linger in his mind. His heart flutters with longing.

He lowered his voice, almost to a whisper. "How can I possibly get used to it when seeing you like that affects me every time?"

You shifted slightly in the bed. "You'll eventually learn how to."

You smiled softly before adding: "Besides, you have a lot of self-discipline."

Eunwoo laughed softly, realizing how well you know him. "True, I do have a lot of self-discipline. But when it comes to you, jagiya, all I want to do is lose control."

He studied your face on the screen, his gaze filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. "Do that when we're alone." You remark, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Eunwoo’s breath catched in his throat at your words. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the growing desire in his chest.

"You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you?" He accused with a hint of amusement in his voice. He smirked slightly before continuing. "You really are going to be the death of me…"

You did a nose scrunch playfully at him, your gaze fixated on him.

Eunwoo’s heart melted at the sight of your nose scrunch. But the look in your eyes, the playfulness in your expression, ignites a fire within him that he couldn't ignore.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and trying to stay composed. But his voice betrayed him, lowering an octave.

"You have no idea how much you’re testing me here, Y/N…"

"You know," You started off, your eyes half-lidded. "...I actually find it attractive when you hold yourself back."

Eunwoo’s breath hitched at your words, and he could feel his restraint slipping. His eyes darken with a mixture of lust and fascination.

He leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping an octave lower. "You do, huh? You like seeing me struggling to hold back… to not just lose myself in you completely?"

"I do." You affirmed, admitting casually. "I'm just telling you the truth... the way a mixture of emotions playing across your features is something I find attractive." You told him, your words unfiltered.

Eunwoo was almost rendered speechless by your words. His heart thumps loudly in his chest and he could feel his grip on his self-control slipping further.

He let out a soft, shaky breath, trying to maintain control, but failing miserably at it.

"You know you’re making it difficult for me, don’t you? You make it really hard to stay focused, to not just give in…"

You watched him, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "And how exactly are you going to give in, Eunwoo...?" You asked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Eunwoo swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over your face on the screen. The desire coursing through him was strong, but somehow he managed to stay composed… Barely.

He looked deep into your eyes, his voice a low, almost hoarse whisper. "You really want to know? Because if I tell you, there’s no going back…"

"I want to hear it. I'm listening." You said straightforwardly.

Eunwoo took another deep breath, his control hanging by a thin thread. He could feel the tension stretching between you, the air heavy with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

He clenched his jaw before speaking, his voice a low, possessive growl. "I would grab you, hold you close, and not let you go. I’d press you against me, my hands roaming everywhere. I’d kiss you so passionately you’d forget your own name."

You listened intently and chuckled lowly. "You have plenty of self-control, jagi... I'm sure you'll manage... for now."

Eunwoo laughed softly, though it comes out slightly strained. "You have no idea how hard it is to maintain this composure, jagiya. Every part of me wants to be there with you, touching you."

He paused, allowing the tension to build a bit more before continuing.

"But you’re right, I do have self-discipline. I’ll hold myself back for now, but only because I know the patience will make it even more satisfying when we’re together again."

You nodded in agreement and lie on your side of the bed. After a moment, you spoke again.

"Aren't you tired yet? You should get some rest now..." You said, deciding to shift the topic.

Eunwoo was a little reluctant to let go of the moment, but he knew you’re right. It’s been a long day for both of you.

He sat back and relaxed, sighing softly. "Yeah, you’re right. I should try to get some rest. I wish I could be with you right now, though. It would make sleeping so much easier if I could hold you in my arms."

"I'd like that too." You smiled affectionately, gradually getting drowsy.

Watching you get sleepy, Eunwoo felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He could tell how tired you are, and he wished more than anything that he could hold you close in his arms and soothe you to sleep.

He lets out a quiet sigh, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Get some rest, jagiya. You need it. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, okay?"

"Okay..." Your eyes flutter closed as you slowly drifted off to sleep, looking serene as ever.

Eunwoo watched as your eyes flutter closed, your breathing steady and even as you enter dreamland. He couldn't help but smile affectionately at the sight of you, finding comfort in knowing that you’re getting some much-needed rest.

He stayed on the phone, listening to the sound of your breathing and the occasional soft rustle of the sheets. It’s a small but meaningful moment, and he cherished every second of it.

[icequeenbae]

Translucence (m) | Astro LDM

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x Reader (Lee Dongmin x Reader)

A Jinjin cameo? hehe

Established Relationship, slice of life, fluff, PWP, smut

Warnings: glass bathroom you heard me lol, explicit content, unprotected sex, this is smut with minimal plot (it’s becoming my style), a sprinkle of voyeurism, maybe a noona kink, maybe Dongmin's splendid ass is mentioned more than once

Word Count: ~4.2k

Author’s Note: Heyyy~ Finally posting my first ASTRO fic! This has been waiting to be released for a while now, but the timing wasn’t working out… But now that it’s done, I hope that you enjoy this little story! Let me know what you think~ And a special thank you to the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over my story, I really loved your comments, Jess <3

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Summary: It’s your first short vacation with Dongmin since you started dating, and you get a chance to stay at an extremely fancy hotel in Jeju. The ocean-view suite is perfect, yet there’s a small inconvenience… or a genius design?

Network tags: @superm-net  @exo-writers-net  @bbh-net  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety ​

It was your first time taking a vacation together.

With the type of hectic schedule Dongmin had to maintain, you barely managed to book the hotel of your dreams for this weekend, which was actually your one-year anniversary. Two days was all you had, and you planned to enjoy them to the fullest, start to finish.

Which was why you’d surprised your boyfriend by appearing clad in a white sundress with a stylish wide brim hat to match. It was a simple feminine look, yet it set the mood from the start.

‘Wow, I’m suddenly looking forward to our flight…’ He smiled at you softly before murmuring, ‘You look beautiful.’

Avoiding his eyes timidly, you chewed on your lip to contain a silly grin. Dongmin took the handle of your suitcase to put it away in the trunk of the car.

‘Let’s get going, we have to be at the airport in thirty,’ Jinwoo’s voice startled you as the window on the driver’s side rolled down. ‘You’ll have a whole hour to exchange your lovey-dovey stares on the plane, children.’

‘Hyung…’ Dongmin mumbled in embarrassment, and you coughed, sliding into the backseat while your boyfriend’s palm hovered above your head protectively.

‘I’m older than you, Jinwoo-yah,’ you scolded, and he hummed in response.

‘Barely!’ He glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting your eyes, and added. ‘Noona.’

You shook your head in disapproval, and turned to Dongmin, who settled in the backseat with you and moved to buckle you up.

‘I can do it! Let’s not make Jinwoo cringe.’

‘Why would he cringe…’ Your boyfriend pouted, watching you tug at the seatbelt.

‘I’m fine unless you start the funny business,’ the leader announced nonchalantly from the front seat.

‘Have you ever caught us doing anything?’ You huffed, and the car was silent for a few long seconds. ‘Have you??’

‘Does hearing count?’ He asked, and your boyfriend’s eyes almost bulged out of his head.

‘Shut up,’ you laughed nervously, only half-assured that it was a joke.

‘It’s actually true. It was when we all stayed at the dorm for a sleepover. You rustle like mice,’ Jinwoo recalled.

‘What?? We weren’t doing anything fu-’

Dongmin’s hand suddenly squeezed your thigh, putting a stop to your protesting speech.

‘Please, just… change the subject, noona.’

~

Teasing you and Dongmin was Astro members’ favorite pastime, and you noticed from the very beginning. They simply loved making him a flustered mess. Not that you couldn’t relate – the face genius looked almost unbearably cute when embarrassed. You weren’t a stranger to teasing him yourself, just to get your fix of his adorable shy smile and his extensive nagging about how you never let him breathe.

In fact, he loved to nag. It was his way of showing affection.

‘Ah, noona… Your dress is so revealing,’ he kept whining while you were on the plane. ‘D’you know how active the sun is in Jeju? Did you apply the sunscreen thoroughly?’

‘Yes. But you can reapply it if you want an excuse to touch my chest,’ you murmured, making him flush red and lower his voice to a scandalized whisper.

‘That’s not what I meant-’

‘I’m sure it isn’t.’ You hummed, laying your head on his shoulder. ‘But I’d still let you.’

The flight from Seoul to Jeju Island was rather quick, about one hour in the air. And it seemed to be over even faster since you were too busy whispering, giggling like lovestruck teenagers, and ‘oh’-ing in excitement as you looked out the illuminator.

Going on a trip with your boyfriend was something you’d been dreaming of for months now, so your mood was through the roof from the moment you woke up. It kept gradually increasing while you were on your way to the dream destination, and reached its peak when Dongmin rented a car to drive the two of you to the hotel.

‘If anything is better than this view,’ you turned away from the window to look at your boyfriend’s relaxed form. ‘It’s probably this.’

‘What?’ He glanced at you, not catching your meaning.

‘You.’

He huffed, scolding you for being cheesy.

‘What, I’ve told you this before! You look most handsome either when you’re driving or when your hair gets wet.’

‘I shall try driving with wet hair someday. Will that make you explode?’

‘Is that your goal?’ You asked, tracing your index finger down the side of his neck, which made him squirm.

‘Stop it, you know I’m ticklish…’

‘You’re not ticklish, you’re sensitive.’ You corrected, running the pads of your fingers over his skin again to make him shudder. ‘So, who’s exploding now?’

He gave you a reproachful look, and you chuckled, pinching his cheek to annoy him further.

‘Why do you have to be so shameless, noona…’

‘Don’t you love that about me?’ You asked playfully.

‘I do,’ he was quick to admit. ‘I love everything about you.’

Caught off guard by his sudden confession, you fell silent. Dongmin didn’t say things like this often, he was a bit reserved about his feelings. You actually recalled that he’d only said ‘the three words’ twice in the span of your relationship. And on one of those occasions he was actually drunk, so… yeah. He was strangely tight-lipped about it for the romantic that he was.

But you’d learned to accept it. You wouldn’t push him to do something he didn’t want to or wasn’t ready to do. So, you just said nothing before your hotel was finally visible.

‘This is great, we can just drop everything and head out to the beach! I’m living for this weather,’ you said, clapping your hands in excitement.

Dongmin nodded in agreement.

As expected, the hotel was splendorous. You noticed that while your boyfriend was checking you in. Taking those few minutes to look around, you found yourself ogling the crystal-clear glass constructions that separated the lobby and the waiting area. The outer wall was also steel and glass, so you could enjoy the beautiful landscapes of Jeju even from there.

‘Let’s go,’ a low voice called, and you followed the tall figure to the elevator.

You really wanted to give him a back hug as he pressed the button, but decided to at least wait until you were on your floor.

Dongmin took your suitcase, which made you pout, unable to hold his hand.

‘I think it’s here,’ he guided you to the door and used the card to open it. ‘After you.’

And there went your plan to give him a back hug. Up in flames.

You sighed and stepped into the room.

‘Oh!’ You exclaimed, rushing to get rid of your outdoor shoes in favor of slippers. ‘Let’s check the view! Come on!’

Surprised by your eagerness, your boyfriend shook his footwear off as well, reaching out his hand to allow you to tug him towards the balcony.

‘Oh my god, this is even better than I expected!’ You squealed, almost jumping in excitement, and squeezed his palm. ‘My hands are itching to take pictures! Come on, lean on this railing.’

Knowing better than to argue with you, he did exactly as he was told, and posed for you.

‘Ah, so handsome,’ you kept repeating, while preserving this moment in the form of a photograph.

Dongmin lost his patience in about a minute, pulling you closer to his body.

‘Are you interested in the view or in spending time with me?’

‘I see you every other day, and it’s my first time in Jeju, of course I’m interested in the view!’ You exclaimed. ‘Especially when you’re making it even better.’

He allowed you to kiss away his pout, and held you close for a selfie.

‘No, my head looks too big like this!’

You jumped in place to reach the phone, because your partner refused to take likable pictures.

‘I got it, I got it,’ he assured you, angling it to make the two of you look disproportionate again.

When you pinched him angrily, he laughed in the cheekiest way possible, begging for mercy instantly.

At least then you’d managed to finally take presentable photos.

Leaving you to admire the ocean some more, Dongmin headed back inside to unpack your belongings. You needed to change into your swimsuits if you wanted to enjoy the rest of the day on the beach.

‘Uh- noona?’

‘Mhm?’

‘Did you… see that?’

His voice sounded confused, so you followed it back into the room.

‘See wha- Omo! Is this..?’

You turned to your boyfriend, who denied you eye contact.

‘Glass bathroom.’ He noted blankly, without showing what his actual feelings about it were.

Was he shy? Anxious? Excited? Uncomfortable? You couldn’t decipher his expression for the life of you.

‘Yeah,’ you agreed.

It was a simple yet exquisite design, which, no one could argue, looked good. But the problem was that the bathroom here had no wall separating it from the main bedroom space. Which could only mean…

‘Well, I’m sure we’ll manage,’ you shrugged, walking past Dongmin to find your change of clothes. ‘Get your swimwear out while I change. And don’t peek!’

He grumbled under his breath and you snickered faintly. Damn, you were going to have to face the bathroom issue at some point today. And you should mentally prepare.

It wasn’t on your mind for long though.

As soon as you hit the beach… The beautiful clear sky, the warm sand under your bare feet, the lagoon blue water – all of it occupied your head and made you forget all of the possible inconveniences.

‘Don’t swim away,’ Dongmin nagged, stretching out his arms to reach you.

‘Why, scared of going in deep water?’ You teased him, splashing him lightly with your foot.

‘Noona,’ he sulked, and you allowed the waves to push you towards your boyfriend.

As soon as you were within his reach again, he pulled you closer to his body, not caring too much about the spectators.

‘What now, giant baby?’

‘Don’t call me that,’ Dongmin murmured, and you instantly knew he wanted a kiss.

‘There’s too many people, Min-ah,’ you responded, placing your palm on his chest, covered by the soaked white fabric of his tee.

‘Just once,’ he badgered, stepping closer to you.

Of course, his feet were still grounded where you were floating.

‘Why should I?’ You feigned a complaining tone, glancing at his plump lips.

‘Because.’

Dongmin’s hands seized you by the waist, and your forearms prickled with goosebumps.

Staying still while he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you’d allowed him to steal this quick kiss before swimming away again.

You had literally spent all day in the water, taking short breaks to let your wrinkled skin get back to normal. And reapply sunscreen again, of course, with your boyfriend being a total worrywart.

‘I don’t want you to get sunburnt. Your skin is so fair and delicate, it’s important to make sure it’s protected. Did you know getting sunburned increases your chances of skin cancer?’

A worrywart and a smartass.

It was hard to be mad at his smart (and round) ass though, when he had brilliant ideas like tonight. Dongmin had suggested ordering a fancy dinner to your room and having it on your balcony to enjoy the view.

‘Wah, the sunset is perfect today,’ you said.

‘Your dress goes well with it. Very chic and minimalistic.’ His eyes followed the curve of your waist down to your thigh.

‘I’ve had it forever, but I have no clue where else to wear a red silk gown.’

‘Don’t.’ Dongmin’s cheeks and lips were both red from the wine. ‘Only wear it for me, noona.’

Chuckling, you rose from your seat and stepped closer to your boyfriend. Using just your index finger, you tipped his head up to meet his eyes, and then you put your right knee onto his chair, right between his thighs.

‘Are you telling me what to do now, aegi?’ You asked, enjoying the sensation of his gentle fingers ghosting over your thighs.

‘It’s your decision, but why would you deny me this request?’ His hand became more confident, creeping up your bare skin now. ‘Are you hungry for someone else’s attention?’

‘How drunk are you, Dongmin-ah?’ You asked, brushing your lips against his. ‘Because it seems like you could do something right here, where people might see us.’

Straightening up, you smiled angelically at him.

‘We need to shower and cool off. I’m pretty sure I have sand where it shouldn’t be.’

It was obvious that he was disappointed, but the night was young, and to fully enjoy the experience you had to sober up a little. But it was nothing a quick shower couldn’t fix.

‘You go first, I’ll get rid of the dishes. Don’t argue,’ you cut him off, nodding at the entrance to your room. ‘Go.’

It took you only a few minutes to tidy up, so when you walked in Dongmin was just starting out. The water was on, and he was in front of the glass door, almost ready to step in.

The realization hit you right then. You were going to see all of it. And you didn’t hate the idea.

You’d watched, as if in slow motion, how your boyfriend shoved his underwear down, revealing his plump butt, and got into the bath. Feeling no shame whatsoever, you stood your ground, staring at his bare back.

The water hit his body, languidly running down his smooth skin like a dozen forest streams. From where you were standing you could see the enticing flex of his muscles and the breathtaking curve of his waist. As he leaned in to wet his hair, you pressed a palm to your mouth. This slight voyeurism was making you quite… hot. And bothered.

Swallowing hard, you took a step towards him. You were a bit uneasy with the thought of how he might react. At least you’d hoped that he wouldn’t consider you a complete pervert. But you couldn’t resist the obvious temptation; it was most likely what this bathroom was built for. After all, you still owed him a back hug in your mind from earlier… Surely, he wouldn’t mind that you decided to give it to him now, you thought.

Easily sliding your dress and underwear off, you stopped in front of the glass that was getting foggy already.

‘Dongmin-ah,’ you called, opening the glass door to join him. ‘Noona doesn’t have to wait, does she?’

There was no way you could get a coherent response to your question as your hands wrapped around him and your cheek pressed to his shoulder blade. You felt him freeze for a moment, probably startled by your actions, and then he sighed under his breath.

‘What are you up to now? I thought you wanted me to cool off.’

‘Did you now?’ You hummed, pressing a quick succession of kisses along his spine. ‘Would you like me to stop?’

He pressed his palm to the wall in order to maintain his balance under the attack of your tantalizing hands.

‘No.’

Snaking your hand down to cup his balls, you smiled at his gasp of surprise.

‘That’s what I thought.’

With your body pressed so tightly to his, you didn’t even think twice before grinding on his ass and urging him to moan out loud as your fingers wrapped around his semi-hard penis.

‘Noona…’ He gritted, glutes flexing against your pelvis impatiently. ‘What are you doing…’

‘You don’t like it?’

Dongmin glanced at you over his shoulder before turning to face you. His hands gripped your sides and pushed you into him.

‘Were you watching me this entire time?’ He scolded in his low, velvety voice.

‘It was just a couple minutes,’ you defended weakly and wrapped your arms around his neck, ready to purr as his palms stroked up and down your back.

‘I see.’

You stood like that for a few moments, soaking in the warmth of your entangled bodies while the water splashed you from the side.

‘Didn’t you mention having sand in places it shouldn’t be?’ He murmured, hands dipping lower to squeeze your ass. ‘Want some help with that?’

‘How naughty,’ you snickered, messing up his wet hair even further. ‘Would you rather help me clean up, or...?’

‘Or.’

He responded in a heartbeat, gripping you tight before lifting you up to settle you in the bathroom wall niche.

‘But I can always do both,’ he said, readjusting the shower head to splash you with water again.

You squealed and dragged him in the line of fire as well. Inevitably in ten seconds you were both properly soaked.

‘There was no need to get my hair wet. You look sexy like this, and I look like I need to use a hairdryer real bad.’

He ignored your complaints, leaning close and nearly grazing your lips. With your eyes shut, you waited a few seconds but nothing happened.

‘Were you expecting a kiss?’ He grinned in your face, eyes crinkling in mischief. ‘Aw, what a tiny baby…’

Recalling your earlier interactions in the water, you rolled your eyes at him.

‘So, this is your revenge?’ You asked, not resisting as he wrapped your legs around his waist to move even closer. ‘I don’t find it fair since I did let you kiss me. In public.’

He huffed in response to your statement.

‘You call that a kiss?’

Dongmin’s lips suddenly found yours, and you couldn’t avoid the contact. Tilting your head back you hit the tiled surface, but, thankfully, your boyfriend could predict this move. His palm on the back of your head cushioned the hit, and you could only squeak in surprise, parting your lips invitingly.

He wasn’t the type to waste an opportunity like that. And once Dongmin’s tongue was in your mouth, there was no point in fighting him. Your partner was a little too good at French kissing, and you could easily admit to being hopelessly weak to his talent. He was also a toucher, so whenever a makeout session started, his hands would be all over you.

Moaning as he squeezed your breast gently, you pushed against his chest to break the kiss. Your lips were moist, and you were sure it wasn’t because of the water still running, and you licked them in a failed attempt to gather your thoughts together. Dongmin used your momentary struggle to tease you.

‘That is what I call a kiss, noona. You know this.’

You gulped, trying to think of a good comeback. At this point, you really just wanted to surrender. But him being smug about it was an obstacle: you had no intention of pleasing his ego with instant capitulation.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled hard. His head whipped back, and you didn’t think twice before latching onto his neck hungrily.

Dongmin’s grunt was the single sexiest thing in the entire situation, not even the sight of his broad shoulders that you were holding onto right now or his curvaceous butt that you loved so much could compete with the sound he produced. It was both surprised and pained, loud and husky with pleasure. You could tell he was conflicted about it just from the way his fingers dug into the skin of your sides, almost scratching at your ribcage, while his cock twitched, pressed between your bodies. He needed to get you off of himself but did he want to?

Pulling away from his flushed neck, you tugged at his hair again just to hear him groan beautifully before he used his strength to tear your hand away from his hair.

‘Noona. You know how heavily it bruises,’ he rubbed his neck with the pads of his fingers. ‘Why would you?’

‘On a scale from one to ten,’ you murmured, brushing wet hair out of his eyes. ‘How much did you hate it?’

You touched the tender skin of his neck, just where the redness was growing, and his breath seemed to get shakier.

‘…s-seven,’ he mumbled.

‘Mm?’

Dongmin cleared his throat, staring at you through his dark eyelashes.

‘Three point seven,’ he offered this time, and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘That’s more like it,’ you hummed, finding his frowning lips in a quick peck.

Meanwhile, he reached down to wrap his fingers around his rock-solid cock to guide it where you both wanted it.

‘Ough-’ You gasped as he bottomed out in one go. ‘Don’t be impatient.’

Your boyfriend’s hips didn’t slow down one bit, although his next thrust seemed slightly more careful. He loved you but he was also damn stubborn.

The glass wall behind Dongmin was getting cloudier from the hot water, which you didn’t hate. The enclosed space seemed snugger now that you were isolated from your surroundings in a way, holding so tightly onto each other. Your skin was slippery under your partner’s fingers, yet he made sure to secure you in his arms. He liked to make it known that once he got you, he wasn’t letting go.

‘Mm- Dongmin-ah,’ you moaned, clutching his shoulder to ground yourself as he kept thrusting quickly.

‘There,’ he finished for you, already knowing what you wanted to express from the way that you tightened around him.

‘Yes, fuck-’

‘Don’t you wish you were more compliant earlier?’ He chuckled darkly, knowing damn well his hips were steadily pushing you towards your release.

The curses you muttered only spurred him on. He got fired up easily, and wanted nothing more than to see and hear you come undone. Especially when he felt he was denied something – like access to your body.

‘I’m… so close, Min-ah, please- You feel so good.’

You knew he liked to stay in control, so instead of bickering with him mid-sex, you just let him know how great he was at what he was doing. A tiny smile that he couldn’t contain revealed that he was pleased with the option you decided to take. With that, he got slightly more determined and aggressive in his thrusting. Patience was not the virtue that he possessed, so you simply closed your eyes, focused on the grind of your bodies.

‘God, I love you so much,’ he gritted, letting out a curse under his breath.

The words were muffled, but you heard them loud and clear. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, and you moaned, muscles clenching around his cock. The smooth sensation of his length sliding in and out of you made your legs start to tremble.

‘Dongminie-’ You wailed as his hips kept up the brutal pace that brought you to your release so quickly.

He was still going fast and strong while you yelped, on the verge of pushing him away.

‘I’m there, I’m there… Y/N! Agh-’

Dongmin’s voice reverberated from the walls, not even absorbed by the thickened fog around you that you barely noticed. He groaned loudly as he came, and your pussy quivered while you took all of what he was giving you.

Resting his forehead in the crook of your neck to get a breather, he ran his hands up and down your damp waist. You allowed him a moment to gather his strength, finding his slumped shoulders and stroking them along with his back. There were still butterflies in your stomach – either from your recent orgasm, or from him sneaking in the words you cherished so much, or both.

His hands soon reciprocated.

‘Dammit.’ He cursed, turning his head to kiss your neck that was in close proximity. ‘I feel like I could go again.’

The announcement made you squirm. Going several rounds was more than fine with you, but the bathroom wasn’t really suited for his appetites. You could barely hold your balance on wet tile, and it was also getting too hot and humid for your taste.

‘Are you cold?’ He asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You realized his palm was slowly caressing your back, feeling almost scorching against your skin.

‘Not too cold. But I’d still prefer to continue after we finish the shower.’ You suggested, hoping that he wasn’t dead set on milking the bathroom thing further.

‘Noona needs to lie down. I got it.’

You were both grateful and annoyed at his answer.

‘Noona can very well be on top if someone lets her.’

He quickly let you down from the niche you were occupying. Just to remind you how much taller and broader than you he was, for sure.

‘Someone prefers to have noona underneath. Nice and pliable.’

‘It has to be your way, doesn’t it?’

You exchanged naughty chuckles.

‘Come on. Haven’t you been imagining exactly this since the moment you saw the bathroom area? I’m not entirely convinced it was my way just now.’

‘Oh well. I guess I’ll have to convince you once we get to the bedroom.’

‘Who said I wanted to relocate?’ He asked, eyes narrowing at you cunningly.

You were positive that next time you should go for a glass jacuzzi to get the best of both worlds. It’s bigger, warmer, comfier… And still see-through. And hot as hell.

Dongmin snorted, inspecting the pensive expression on your face.

‘I’ll give you a five-second head start to reach the bed. If I catch you on the way… We’re doing it here.’

In any other situation you would’ve called him out for his childishness. This time, however…

You were out the glass door in a heartbeat.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! Please comment and reblog if you'd like to support me ✨ I don't write for fandoms other than EXO often, so feedback is important to me~

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Baby, we’re more alike than you think

☆ characters: rich kid!eunwoo & rich kid!you ☆ genre: rich kids au, college au ☆ warnings: bullying, implication of sexual assault (it crosses the reader’s mind at one point, but doesn’t happen for real) ☆ request: DV24. form this prompt list ☆ summary: Eunwoo doesn’t like to be cornered, so he turns the tables and leaves you with no other option but to beg for his mercy ☆ words: 1,4k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town​​ ♥

Most people would have called you an idiot for pretending that you weren’t part of one of the most influential families in your country - in a prestigious university, no less -, but you liked having friends who liked you for who you were rather than for how much your father’s company was worth, hence you couldn’t stop the act.

It had started out completely unintentionally, though; you had sat next to this cute brunette on your first day of university and seeing the Demon Slayer keychain dingling on her bag, you had asked her about her favourite character since you were also a fan. You had hit it off right from the start - as soon as Yuqi had picked the Water Hasihra whom you, too, had a soft spot for -, and in-between lectures and seminars, you had slowly discovered at least half a dozen things you had in common. You had never become friends with someone so cool so easily. It had felt like it had been written in the stars.

Considering that you two had many things to talk about, obviously your financial situation or family background hadn’t come up immediately. And if you had wanted to be honest, you had preferred it that way. However, the difference between your lives had become painfully obvious when entering the university canteen, some spoiled brats had felt the need to push Yuqi’s tray out of her hand and her on the ground. Their reason? It had been to put her back to her place and simultaneously humiliate her for being on scholarship.

Your throat had closed up as the realisation had hit you, but you quickly regained your cool. You could have easily put an end to the harrassment if you had introduced yourself properly - being the youngest child and the only daughter in your family, you hadn’t been shown off to the public yet -, but one look at the anger on your friend’s face had said it all: Yuqi wouldn’t have appreciated a rich kid’s help. On the contrary! She might have given up on you and your friendship altogether before you could have formed a strong enough bond. So you had said nothing.

Instead, you had crouched down beside your friend and helped her up, dragging her out of the canteen, all the way to a more secluded part of the campus. You hadn’t talked a word about her scholarship, but you had let her vent about the entitled nepo babies of your country and in a matter of mere months, you two had become the loudest spokespersons on the injustice in your university.

Being a Communication major, your assigned role was to write juicy, exposing articles about your fellow university students who abused their family’s power and while most of the time you were well-hidden in the shadows, behind your laptop, sometimes you had to put yourself out there to investigate. This was how you ended up in an empty tutoring room on the second floor of your school’s library with Cha Eunwoo whose lackeys had left the two of you alone as soon as the young heir had told them to.

‘Give me your phone!’ The boy demanded and while a teeny-tiny part of your brain was aware that you should have been more afraid, you were too pissed to do as he said. The only people who could boss you around were your parents and grandparents and even them rarely did so. Who was he to think you were his servant?

‘You mistake me for those losers. I don’t have to do anything you tell me to,’ you reminded him with a scoff, your perfectly made locks bouncing as you put your whole chest into this disrespectful, lowkey mocking gesture. You didn’t break eye contact. In fact! You kept your chin high.

‘I don’t like repeating myself,’ Eunwoo said, his facial expression so cold, you could feel the chill it sent down your spine when he took a step closer to you. However, you were your father’s daughter and despite your poor-girl-act, you had pride.

You linked your arms in front of your chest and let a lopsided grin adorn your rose-tinted lips.

‘Look at that. We actually have something in common,’ you mocked, enjoying the smallest cracks on his mask even though it didn’t take long for him to hold onto his self-control. He had clearly moved in the same circles as you would have done if your parents hadn’t been so protective over you.

Your grip tightened around your phone a little when Eunwoo took another step closer to you, but you refused to show how intimidated you really felt until your back hit one of the white walls. Because then… then you gulped. And that was a telltale sign, blood in the water. Just like a shark, the boy seemed ready to tear you to pieces.

‘Oh, we have a lot more in common than you let your pathetic little friends in on,’ Eunwoo said while he brushed a stray lock behind your ear. His touch was burning even though his finger barely grazed your jawline. 

He leaned closer, so that his lips were right next to your earshell. Your heart was beating in your throat.

‘You like airing our dirty laundry, don’t you? How about we do that to yours. Wouldn’t you like that?’ He taunted you, his voice barely above a whisper and yet, at that moment it felt like he was talking into a microphone. A loudspeaker. ‘One more thing in common.’

He knew. Cha Eunwoo knew that you were faking it.

He knew and he enjoyed his leverage on you, which made your blood boil.

‘Fuck off,’ you pushed the boy further with both of your hands, but after the initial surprise faded, you lost your adventage. He invaded your personal space once again, effortlessly.

Eunwoo squeezed your cheeks, your lips puckering all sulkily.

‘Ah-ah. Let’s do something about that mouth of yours,’ he taunted you and for a second, by the way he was staring at your lips, you thought he would kiss you.

You yelped when he dug his fingers into the soft flesh in the crook of your neck and pushed you on your knees. What was happening? Would he… you tried to turn your head away, but  his grip was too firm. Would he force you to suck him off in the library? He wouldn’t have, would he?

‘Start to beg. And don’t forget to kiss my feet while you’re at it,’ Eunwoo said and while his demand was outrageous, the relief you felt when you realised that he didn’t intend to rape you outpowered your annoyance.

Actually, you were so caught up in your slowly dissolving fright and the reassurance that his covered crotch in front of your face was a mere consequence of your heights that you lost touch with reality for a second.

Why were you kneeling in front of him? What had he said? 

‘Beg for what?’ You asked, more confused than anything, which earned an eye roll from the boy. He crouched down in front of you and shook his head as though he was disappointed, as if you should have cared what he was thinking about you.

‘To keep your secret, of course. Though, if you want something else, too… Well, I might give it to you if you’re asking for it nicely,’ he shot a disgusting grin at you, smug and suggestive, which made you want to spit at his face.

You almost did so.

‘Go to hell,’ you mumbled under your nose, finally able to look away with his hand off your body. Still, it didn’t make you feel less caged. His closeness in itself chained you to the wall, and you hated it.

You hated him.

You hated that even though he knew who you were it didn’t shield you from his cruelty. That he didn’t give two damns about your family, but could use them against you at the same time.

‘Your friend works in the school library in her free time, doesn’t she? Should I go and find her?’ He asked, clearly amused and you bit into your lower lip to suppress another curse. He was clearly unaffected by your words and you really shouldn’t have risked pissing him off for real, should you?

As much as you would have liked to tell him to feel free to look for Yuqi and leave you the fuck alone, a part of you knew the girl would have hated you not only for lying, but for being rich as well. There was no way she would have forgiven you if Eunwoo had aired your dirty laundry and you loved Yuqi.

The possibility of losing her made your hand shake. When Eunwoo stood up and nudged your shin with his foot, you pressed your lips together and bowed.

You refused to let him see your tears fall when your lips touched his designer shoe.

the end.

[astroyongie]

Cha Eunwoo as a Boyfriend please😽😎

Eunwoo as a Boyfriend

He is the type to be clingy

When he loves someone he shows it

He is always texting you

Always wondering what you doing

Eunwoo is emotive and he would need reassurance from you

He is a talker

He always know how to make you blush

How to make you feel vulnerable yet loved

Although he can get into a mute mood when you guys are argumenting

He is rather the type not to search for fights

He introduces you as his own

Eunwoo has a very possessive side of himself

He cannot handle well to see you with someone else

Even when it’s friends

He is kinda of jealous.

So again reassuring is key

Pillow princess he prefers to stay with you at home

Cuddle and watch movies together instead of having big dates

Sexually he is rather traditional type of guy

He doesn’t like things too eccentric

But he is a good lover, pleaser one

Other than that, Eunwoo always acts like you guys are married already

He isn’t afraid to show you off to his family and friends

That because he sees you as his other half

[unique-high]

Hey gurrl I'm new to your blog I absolutely love you stories and was wondering if I could ask one for cha eunwoo I can find an blk female book on him and it frustrating 😭😭

Well the company there are in is hybe

Cha eunwoo is a well established idol and actor while yn is still a trainee that eunwoo fell in love with and as been flirting with but she is an oblivions person so until he told her before she knew. Cha eunwoo age same as current while since yn is a trainee I would say 18

Soo sorry for the long ass quest😘🙏🏾

a/n: omg sorry it took me forever to freaking get to this! Please forgive me. I wrote this in one night so I didn't have much time to check for grammar so I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes.

Eunwoo waits for you after practice. Every day. Always at the door. He waits. The other trainees would playfully poke fun singing KISSING the nursery rhyme as they walk out giggling passing the older male. You're sweaty, your limbs feel like jelly and a tired smile smoothes onto your face every time you see Eunwoo. And damn he loves your smile. It reminds him of the early days of summer when the weather still felt a little nicer.

Sometimes you and Eunwoo didn't need to speak. There was that silent talk that said more. When his eyes said more too but you never notice the way he looked at you. The little pleading behind his dark eyes for you to look at him a little longer and the little hint of love hidden in his irises for you to find.

There's a close enough space between you and Eunwoo as you walk beside him. He intentionally lets the back of his hand brush against yours, just that brief moment of skin-to-skin contact was enough for him though he craved more than that.

“Practice go well?”

“I kept getting the steps wrong again and the teacher scolded me.” you pouted.

Eunwoo pets your head. “Do you want to practice with me?”

He knew the dance by heart. He sometimes watched in on you and other trainees to see how you were progressing.

“Oh...No I know you're super busy preparing for your new drama. I don't want to bother you."

“You won't be,” he said. “You just need someone to fully break everything down to you.”

“Thanks. I'd really appreciate that.”

For you, Eunwoo doesn't mind doing things like this even if his schedule is going to be super busy. He can always make the time for you.

Eunwoo took you to your favorite cafe, down the street from the company's building. Instead of you ordering for yourself, Eunwoo orders for you, knowing your drink combo by heart.

You never had any real friends growing up, even with the other trainees you've been with for almost a year, you still weren't sure if you could consider them friends. But with Eunwoo, you consider him to be your best friend. You and he did the things best friends do, talk in the way best friends do, send TikTok videos back and forth, with “Lol this reminds me of you.” or “This is so us.”

Eunwoo pays for your drink like he always does. And you would shove your money at him to take it. He never does. He's a good friend.

It's when you're both sitting outside the cafe, enjoying the nice weather that Eunwoo is staring at you, watching you drink from your cup. He's staring so long that you become a little insecure.

You choke on a laugh asking, “W-Why are you staring?”

“Staring?” Eunwoo's thick dark brown cock's up.

“Yeah...At me.”

“I'm not starting.”

“You're doing it now.”

“I'm not.” Then he looks away down at his drink while folding the corners of a white paper napkin that's under his cup. “You, um... You look really pretty today.”

You laughed. He expected that. Your voice carries with the slight breeze that pushes by. “I'm not.” You said. “And after sweating all day, I'm surprised you don't think I smell.”

You raise your arm to get a whiff of yourself. Not so bad.

Eunwoo lets himself look at you. But don't full-blown stare at you. He tries to focus on the small things on you; like the yellow mustard stain on the front of your baby blue crop top that you tried your hardest to clean after lunch, then he looks at the lavender scrunchie on your wrist that he gave you back in April, you always wore it as good luck. He looks at the baby hairs on your arm. Then lastly, at the scar on your chin, you had gotten when you were five from your older cousin.

“Even after practice, you're still pretty,” he said.

Now that you think about it. This was Eunwoo's first time calling you pretty and you weren't sure why that coming from him made you feel like you were dancing on your tippy toes.

“You never called me pretty before.”

But he has a billion times in his head.

“Y/n, just accept my compliment.” he smiles. Of course he wanted to move along with the whole pretty thing because damn he wouldn't be able to explain why he thought you were pretty.

Or maybe he could. Or maybe he couldn't.

If someone were to ask him to name the five things he thought were pretty about you, he'd say, “Five isn't enough.”

“Why am I suddenly pretty?” You pressed him playfully.

Eunwoo rips the corner of the napkin under his drink, balls it in a tiny ball, and throws it at your face.

“Did I say pretty?”

“You did.”

“Hmm, I think you misheard me.”

“I didn't.”

“I think you did.” he laughs.

“Why are you denying it now?”

“Denying what?”

“That you called me pretty?”

“Did I call you pretty?”

“Eunwoo, stop messing with me,” you whined.

He winks at you getting up from the table and grabbing his cup and napkin. “I always thought you were pretty. I just never dared to actually say it out loud.” he walks away from the table.

You hop up grabbing your cup as you rush alongside Eunwoo. Slapping your hand out over his forehead, you checked for a fever.

“No fever,” you mumbled. Your hand fell away. “Do friends usually find their friends pretty?”

“Yeah, all the time,” Eunwoo said.

Yeah, but calling your friend pretty while you were in love with them was a different kind of pretty.

“Oh,” you said. You threw your cup in a trash can and so did Eunwoo.

“I think you're just as pretty.”

Eunwoo's face warms up. “D��Don't say that.”

“It's true though. Like your visuals are killer.” You gushed over him and damn, that made him want to stop walking and kiss you.

The walk back to the company was short. Your day wasn't over yet since you had vocal practice in the evening that lasted way later than you wanted to. You and Eunwoo linger in the company's lobby for a few minutes, just talking.

“I want to tell you something before you go,” Eunwoo said.

“Oh, What is it?”

Eunwoo looks around at the few people walking through the lobby, he grabs your hand pulling you to a more private area without listening ears. His heart beats a little faster. His hands get a little sweaty. His words are a little stuck now.

“I like being your friend.”

“Eunowoo, I like being your friend too!” you smiled up at him. And that man could have melted in his shoes.

“Being friends is nice, but I don't think I want to be friends anymore,” he said quietly.

“Did I do something wrong?” There's a creak in your voice.

Eunwoo cups your face with his warm hands that burn at your cheeks. “Of course not, Y/n.”

“Then why don't you wanna be friends anymore?”

“Because....” he paused. “I want something more with you than just a friendship.”

“What do you mean?”

Eunwoo playfully rolled his eyes. “I want us to be together.”

“We're together now.”

He laughs. “No, like I want us to be together together.”

“As in....” You trailed off.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Ooooh like that.” you smiled warmly.

“Yeah. Like that,” he said. “I've always been in love with you.” it's the way he says it that felt like a soft landing.

“You have?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“The first time you smiled and said hello to me.”

Falling in love with you had been easy. You made it easy for him without even knowing it.

“Oh, god, not that time when I had a milk mustache.” You made a funny face that made Eunwoo laugh.

“Yeah, that time.” That was his favorite little memory of you.

You took Eunwoo by surprise when you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. Your kiss felt like heaven, like it was the sweetest thing, your lips perfect against his, and he could kiss you every day for hours, if that's even possible.

He kissed you back, his lips moving with urgency, like if he didn't kiss you enough or make it deeper enough you would just disappear. You feel his lips pulled into a smile.

“I love you, Y/n.”

[clownprincehoeshi]

Parallel Hearts - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. Maybe you finally have your shot at love and happiness. Or not.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: fem reader x idol Jungkook fem reader x idol Mingyu fem reader x idol Hoshi

Warnings: Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Harrassment-Stalking-Death mentions-Cheating

Word count: 4620

This is my first time writing, I hope there are no big mistakes in the text, I am also not a native english speaker. This is chapter 1 from a series of chapters that will be about more idols. The story starts sometime in 2022. Enjoy!

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Why does it have to rain today of all days? Is this how this city is welcoming me? Am I not wanted here? Well, you’re stuck with me now, city! I’m not going back to my shitty town and my shitty life. This is a new beginning. Y/N said, as she stacks some boxes on the floor of her new home in Seoul.

She moved here today, after she was offered a new job at an advertising company. She thought she needs a big change in her life. It’s not like her life in her country back in Europe was interesting. Yeah, she had a couple of really good friends there, and her sister, but that was it. She’s not interested in dating or having a man, she’d rather spend her free time on her hobbies and on herself.

One of her hobbies being kpop. She got into it when covid struck and she had to spend her time inside. Weeks and weeks of working from home and spending her entire free time at home, so she needed to find new ways to entertain herself. That’s how kpop came into her life. It was also a period in her life when she felt lonely, because she just ended a 2 year relationship. She put a lot into it, and let’s say she was more than disappointed when the guy told her out of nowhere that their relationship isn’t going anywhere. But that’s life, and she had to move on.

Now, this is like a new start for her, but she will focus on work and making herself happy. Starting a new life in a new country isn’t easy, but her luck is starting to change when she meets her new coworkers. Most of them are Korean, but there are also some foreigners that immediately try to talk to her and get to know her. She’s not a very open and social person, so it’s hard for her to open up and be all friendly with strangers. But Hana from work notices this about Y/N so she will make it her mission to befriend Y/N and make her feel at home. Hana knows how it must feel, she’s been in her shows when she moved to Seoul from Busan.

Hana: I think me and Y/N will be good friends, she seems genuine, so I’m going to invite her to have lunch with me today.

Maddy: Go ahead. I think she seems pretty arrogant to me.

Hana: Stop judging before you actually talk to the person, geez.

Maddy: Whatever, you do you.

So here you are, having lunch with this girl with bright brown eyes, named Hana who just seems so nice. It makes you want to be friendly and nice back. But you’re curious as why is she being like this with you, so you ask.

Y/N: Soooo… I don’t want you to think I am being rude or anything, but I am curious about why you approached me.

Hana: Well, I also moved from a different city like 2 years ago, and I know things must feel weird for you now.

Y/N: Yeah, it does feel weird. And I am not the most social person. I am a little concerned about how people will see me and if I will make any friends here.

Hana: Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be here, we can be friends. Deal?

Y/N: Deal.

Hana: Stick around me and you’ll end up with a lot of friends. You could say I’m pretty popular.

Then she winks cutely at you, smiling.

In these weeks that you have grown to know Hana, you have learned that she’s is indeed popular, she’s sweet, kind, had a ton of friends and acquaintances. She’s so cool, you think to yourself. Also, thank god she’s into stuff that you too like, for instance kpop. You haven’t met that many people that are into it. Strange, you think.

It’s Friday evening and a text from Hana pops up on your phone screen.

Hana banana: Y/N, I think it’s time

Y/N: Time for what, silly?

Hana banana: For you to meet some of my friends

Y/N: But I met your friends?

Hana banana: Naah, these are other friends that I haven’t told you about

Y/N: Ok?

Hana banana: But I needed to be sure about you

Y/N: What you mean?

Y/N: Hana?

Y/N: Hana banana?

But she didn’t reply that night. She called you the next day, saying she wants to come over to talk about her friends. Was she hung over from last night? How much did she have to drink? Was she drunk now? Did she drink first thing in the morning? What’s with the mystery? You scratched your head as you loaded the washing machine. You’re waken from your thoughts by the doorbell. Hana must be here. You open the door and she’s storming inside, with a big grin on her face.

Hana: Ok, here you are

Y/N: Yeah, I should be here, it’s my house. Are you drunk? Where did you disappear last night?

Hana: I was with my friends and I told them about you, so they got curious and told me to bring you next time I meet them.

Y/N: And are they like spies or something? What’s with the mystery? Are they aliens?

Hana: I was thinking to prank you and just not tell you who they were and see your face when you meet them, but it would not be fair. But you need to look your best if you’ll meet them

Y/N: It’s not like I look like shit when we go out

Hana: Y/N, come on. Sometimes you dress like a homeless person

Y/N: That’s how I like it?

Hana: Nooo, you need to look your best for this one

Y/N: I think the fuck not. Not dressing up for no man

Hana: It’s Jungkook. You’re going to meet Jungkook, bitch. He’s one of my friends. And all the 97 line.  Jaehyun is my cousin and sometimes he invites me to their dinners and hangouts with the other guys

Now… in your head there were conflicting thoughts. First thought was that this was a lie, there is no way in hell that the universe was so kind to you after all the shit you’re been trough in your life. She must be saying this to prank you, But what a stupid prank this is. Nobody should play games with you when it comes to your ult bias, JK. What is she thinking?

Y/N: You trying to die today?

You’re starting to get all red, you can feel it. You’re starting to get hot and angry. Angry at her for being such a pain in the ass. She knows you don’t like this type of shit, why is she doing this?

Hana: I am not lying!!! Look

As she takes her phone out her bag, she starts to show you photos and videos of her with the guys. Them, eating, drinking, taking night strolls, car rides, laughing, having fun

Remember that first thought? Scratch that. Those other thoughts? Irrelevant. Now you’re only thought was that one tik tok where Sponge Bob was putting on a maid outfit.

You grab Hana’s hands, look her in the eye and quiet sets between you two. You stay like that for a few moments. Then tears are forming in your eyes and they start to roll down your cheeks that are not a dark shade of pink, because you got angry before you got excited. You cry. You ugly cry.

Hana: What the fuck? Why you crying?

Y/N: What am I going to weaaaaaar?

What you’re going to wear. That was your fucking concern. Really? Well, duh!!! It’s Jungkook. He’ll see you. You. Why and how you’ve gotten so lucky, you don’t know. And the rest of the day you’re a ball of nerves, because you will see him tomorrow.

You can barely sleep that night. As usual, you spend your late hours in bed, watching Run BTS and Jungkook reels until you fall asleep. At 6 AM. You think you’re crazy and you will look like shit tomorrow. This is not the time to say I don’t give a shit how I look, I’m not going to look perfect for any man. But he’s not just any man, is he? No no. He’s the perfect man, you’re ideal man. How is he not everyone’s ideal man?

The next day you make sure to eat properly, to take extra care of your hair and skin, because you only got 4 hours of sleep last night. Thanks, Instagram for making reels a thing.

It’s 5 PM and Hana will be here any minute to pick you up. You’re feeling like shit. You feel like throwing up or shitting your pants, you don’t know which. You call you bff who’s back in your hometown. You’’re sure she’s awake, she’s a night person like you.

Y/N: Wifey, what am I going to do? What if I do something stupid in front of him? Should I just not open my mouth at all?

Bff: What? No, wtf! I mean, I know you’ll be weird and all, but just relax. Just be yourself, maybe try not to look like you trying to kill people, you know.

Y/N: Great talk!

Hana texts you she is downstairs. You grab your bag, check yourself in the mirror and leave your apartment. When you get into Hana’s car she starts whistling

Hana: Yooo, you looking for a girlfriend? I’m single.

You slap her shoulders and start blushing. But you know you’re mostly blushing because you know who you’re going to meet. But what if he’s not going to come? What if something happens and he can’t come? Shit! I wanna put my head into sand right now.

You arrive at the place you’re going to have dinner and drinks. You’re not much of a drinker, never been. In fact, you hate pretty much any taste of alcohol. It’s just not for you and your sensitive tasting buds. And you never try to drink just to please the people around you. No, you don’t care about that. So you won’t drink tonight either, unless they have something sweet. You like sweet alcohol, it’s tasty.

Hana walks in front of you, arriving to a private room and opens the door. You hear voices inside and your stomach shrinks into a little grain of sand. Oh god, I’m going to die!

She greets the people inside, everyone sounding friendly and nice, but then she moves. You were trying to hide behind her, but you’re been revealed now. You bow, greeting everyone. You’re so shy that you can’t even look them in the eye. At least not for more than 0,00001 seconds. You could be an octopus with how fast you feel your face changes color from normal to red. But you love octopuses, you find them cute. Your mind flies to octopuses when you’re meeting Jungkook. WTF. Focus!

Jungkook’s POV

You’re already at your second drink and you feel just a tiny tipsy. You hear the door opening and there is Hana. Oh, this means her new friends must be with her. But you can’t see the friend. You were about to ask about her, but then Hana moved from the way and there she was. Was she hiding behind Hana? That’s hilarious. She must be nervous, cute.

But when you see her, it’s like everything slows down. Like in those movies when the main character appears, looking all cool, and everyone is starring. This is how it felt. How can anyone be this attractive? Have I been drinking too much? I just had one glass, the hell. First thing you notice it’s her hair, because she was kind of looking down at first, then she bowed and her long, golden hair moved towards her face like the softest silk. You notice her big bright eyes, the way they avoided yours and that shy smile. She had a beautiful smile. She was wearing a cute short dress, revealing her shoulders and legs. Well, wow is all that you could say. Good thing nobody heard you. You hope.

Y/N’s POV

Hana points you to sit between her and Jaehyun. There is another girl there, and you find out it’s Eunwoo’s girlfriend. Wow, it must be crazy hard for them to hide their relationship from the public. I don’t really envy that, though. I wonder if Jungkook has a girl too. Jaehyun hands you the menu and tells you to pick whatever you like and he’ll order for you. What a gentleman, you think.

Y/N: Oh oh, beer and sprite.

Jaehyun: Interesting combo, never tried it.

Jungkook: Never to late to try new things.

He says that, while sipping from his glass, looking at you with hooded eyes.

Shit! Why are you doing that, Jungkook? I am weak! Stop with those eyes!!

You’re so happy when you mix your beer and sprite in your little glass and take a sip. The day got better and you feel like you can do this. Whenever you have your favorite stuff around, you feel more like home and it gives you confidence. Like your favorite drink, or food you like, or a song you love, or a doggo.

You’re pretty quiet, but that’s just you. You’re a die hard introvert and you take time to feel comfortable around new people. You’re happy thought that nobody says annoying stuff like “oh, you’re so quiet”, “You don’t talk?” and other shit strangers say to you when they first meet you. It annoys you to the Moon and back that some people are so unaware that not everyone is like them, extroverted, outgoing, super social, loud.

Sometimes, when you’re in a mood to put those types of people in their place, you fight back with “why are you so loud? Why do you talk so much?”. They get pissy, but you don’t care. You like your little bubble and you let only your people inside, the ones that care to understand.

You’ve had already 2 glasses of beer-sprite and a glass of strawberry soju. It’s sweet, you like this one. You feel a little social by this point, but still super shy to look at Jungkook. And what’s worse is that he’s just across the table, right in front of you. You need to look left or right to avoid his eyes. You only look his way when you’re sure he’s doing something and has his head turned away from you. But the alcohol is fucking with your eyes, so at some point and you think about admiring him a little more and you look. You look straight into his big eyes, because guess what. He was already looking at you. Good thing you’re sitting, because your knees become jelly. You do the unthinkable and for once in your life you don’t move your eyes. You keep them on him. And he keeps his eyes on you. What’s going on? Why is he looking at me? What do I do? Do I have something on my face? On god no, I must have something on my face, shit.

You must feel brave today, because you ask him:

Y/N: What’s wrong, do I have something on my face?

But you’re dead serious and while touching your face. He giggles

Jungkook: No no, you’re good. Sorry, I think I was starring too hard.

He takes another sip of his drink, while saying “cute” in a low voice, but you heard it and it made you blush. You felt like a big ball of lava right now. The Jungkook thinks you’re cute. The universe must be joking right now, making fun of you. Is this a dream? Have I hit my head one day and I’ve been in this dream since? When did your life become this? You were never a lucky person and it feels weird.

You observe Mingyu in the corner of your eye, kind of like trying to start a conversation with you. You don’t know much about him, you just know he’s Jungkook’s friend and he’s also in a band, but that’s about it. He starts to fiddle in his seat, you feel his eyes on you.

Hana: What’s with you, Mingyu? You seem a little agitated.

Mingyu: Oh, nothing. Just trying to hop into the conversation you’re having with your friend. I’ve heard something about going to a concert next week?

Hana: Yeah, I want to introduce Y/N to the kpop concert life, she hasn’t been to any so far and I think that’s wack.

Mingyu: You really must go, you’ll love it. What show you’re going to?

Hana: Ateez, we love them. You know I have a thing for Mingi.

You push her shoulder a little, knowing what she’s thinking right now, because you know your friend has a dirty mind.

Y/N: Girl, behave, not in front of my beer.

Mingyu: Oh, so who’s your Ateez bias then, Y/N?

Y/N: Yeosang. You answer shily.

Mingyu: Really now. And why is he your bias?

You feel Jungkook’s eyes on you and a rush of heat runs through your body.

Y/N: Well, I like his personality. He’s introverted and shy, has a great sense of humor, and he’s hot but at the same time really cute and adorable.

Mingyu nods like he’s in agreement, and then he’s asking the craziest question.

Mingyu: Who’s your bias in BTS?

You choke and you feel like you don’t know what words are. What’s speaking?

Y/N: I won’t tell you, since Jungkook is here. It feels weird

Mingyu: Oh, come oooon! Pleaaase?

Jungkook: Dude, it doesn’t matter. She’s right. I am here. Maybe you’ll find out another time when I’m not here.

Ugh, your savior. How can he be more perfect? He saved you when you were feeling awkward.

Mingyu: Damn, was just trying to make the night more interesting. Sorry, guys.

He says with a pout, the others teasing him. He seems like a big puppy. He’s so tall but so tiny at the same time.

The food is here. You let them order whatever they wanted, you had no idea what to choose. You just knew you don’t anything too spicy or weird. You can’t wait to eat, because you feel fucking hungry. You’re not something to shy away from eating, and even eating a lot. So you start with some soup, then some steak and all kind of grilled stuff. You just love Korean food, so tasty and filled with different flavors. You wish your best friend was here with you. You think to yourself that this is the happiest you’ve ever been. Eating delicious food and being in the same room with your ult bias. What could be better than this?

Well it could be better than this, but that’s another story, something you fantasize about when you’re alone.

Jungkook and Mingyu, seeing as you enjoy the food, the offer to help you with the meat. They put it on the grill and cook it for you, then put it on your plate.

Hana: Wow, guys, you’ve never done that for me. What’s this, now? Acting nice for the new girl?

Mingyu: She has been nice to us, you’re mean.

Jungkook starts to laugh, because he knows Hana always teases and bullies Mingyu. They all tease him and they do it because he never gets upset, he’s just that nice and soft for his friends and everyone loves him for that.

Mingyu, being the extroverted guy that he is, tries to find out more about you, so he goes crazy with the questions. He’s also had a few glasses, so you answer all his curiosities.

Mingyu: So, Y/N, tell me.

Y/N: Yes, Mingyu?

A pinch of pink appears on his cheeks, hearing his name on your lips, sounding so pretty.

Mingyu: Well, how did you end up in Seoul, why this city?

Y/N: Umm, long story, but to make it short, I have been a fan of Korean cinema, then started watching dramas too, then I thought I want to learn the language because it sounded so interesting. I already knew English pretty well, Spanish, and a little of French and german, so I wanted something different. Then stuff happened in my personal life and I needed a big change, so my boos from back home told me about this job opportunity in Seoul, since she knew I spoke the language already. I didn’t think about it, I just booked a flight and here I am.

Jungkook: Your Korean is really good, though and you know so many other languages, wow. You’re really smart.

Y/N: Oh, thank you.

Now you feel yourself blushing again, but what’s new.

Mingyu: Do you have a boyfriend?

You almost choked on your food. This man.

Hana: You have no shame today, Gyu.

Mingyu: Hey, we’re just getting to know each other here, we’re practically friends now. Right, Y/N?

Y/N: Umm, I guess?

Jungkook: So?

You look at Jungkook, trying to figure out what he’s trying to say. But all he does is lay back on his seat and manspread, with a grin on his face. You feel like going crazy. He knows what he’s doing. Does he know he’s my bias? Could he? Maybe he reads minds. Oh, I hope not!!!

Y/N: What?

Jungkook: Do you have a boyfriend?

Y/N: Oh!! I don’t, no.

Mingyu: Why not? If that’s not too much to ask.

Hana: Oh, this is going to be good.

She knows your life story and your history with guys and relationships, so she knows you have a lot to say about this.

Y/N: You really want to know? I can give a formal short answer or a genuine longer answer. Which one is it?

Jungkook: Long answer.

The whole room is now looking at you, curious about what you have to say. People are always curious about this type of stuff. You are too, you have to admit. And not in the Oh, I like gossip type of way, but you like to hear about other people’s love stories and why they didn’t work out.

Y/N: I don’t trust men. I used to. Big mistake, because whenever I put my trust in one, I would get disappointed again. My last relationship was a disaster. I felt used, like he came into my life, promised the world, then after he got what he needed, he left. I invested so much time, energy, feelings into it and all I got was emptiness. I tried dating a few times after that, but everything felt so shallow. Nobody with real good intentions. Everyone felt so fake, so I stopped everything. Why waste my time on people that don’t care about me? No. And you know what? Unless some guy shows up, really doing everything to show me he’s a real person with real feelings and not some stupid cardboard box, then I might consider giving him a chance. I’m just happier alone.

Hana: Mingyu wouldn’t know about that, he’s got a new girl every other month.

Everyone starts to giggle and you’re surprised but not really, because he’s a really attractive guy. And he seems to have it all.

Mingyu: Wow, you say such nice things about me, Hana. You’re just the best.

You laugh, you find him funny and charismatic. No wonder he’s getting so many girls.

Jungkook: Guys, come on, leave my man alone. He’s not that slutty. He’s just overly friendly and excited so he can give the wrong impression.

Mingyu gives a proud smile, hearing his bestie taking his side. Finally, someone takes his side, he thinks.

Y/N: But what about you guys, how hard is it to have a romantic life in your situation?

Mingyu pouts, Jungkook tilts his head and looks like he’s thinking, Jaehyun shrugs.

Eunwoo: In my case, all I can say is that it’s really difficult. You put your career on the line, but when you meet someone you really like, you can’t just ignore the feelings. You can’t live just for your work, you’re not a machine.

Mingyu: It fucking sucks, I barely have time for a romantic life. Things are getting really intense at work lately and I need to be there for me and for my members.

You look at Jungkook, who’s taking a soju shot, waiting for him to give a response too. You really want to know, it burns you to know.

He realizes you are waiting for him to say something, so he tries to change the subject.

Jungkook: Let’s do shots before we end this night?

And the hands you a glass of shot, you drink it, looking at him. He’s avoiding your eyes for the rest of the night and it’s not long until you all need to leave. The restaurant is closing, it’s past midnight and tomorrow it’s a work day. Shit, you have so much work to do tomorrow and here you are, a little drunk., wondering why Jungkook didn’t answer your question and why he didn’t look at you the rest of the time.

You all give your goodbyes and the guys are telling you how glad they are to have met you and that they will see you next time. You feel Jungkook’s eyes burning into your skull, and when you turn to him you catch him starring so you give him a little smile with a “goodnight”. He bows and smiles then turns and walks with Mingyu to the direction where a car is waiting for them.

You felt sadness. Sadness because this night was over, because you thought that you were weird and they didn’t like you. Shit, you met your bias of biases and you’re glad you didn’t shit yourself when he looked in your direction. You felt a little proud of yourself for not acting like a crazy fan. You always thought that if you met any of your favorite artists, you would just be quiet and act normal, trying to not make them feel uncomfortable. That’s what everyone should do, right?

You’re also trying really hard not to be too delulu right now, after meeting him. You can’t wait to tell your bestie about it, too bad she’s sleeping at this hour, must be really early in the morning there. Oh well, I’ll just take a shower and go to sleep. Who knows, maybe the universe is starting to like me and I will see him again.

Next morning you wake up all sweaty and worked up. You had a sex dream about Jungkook. Damn, it felt so real, wtf. Stupid brain, let me function today! You arrive at the office and you find Hana waiting at your desk, two cups of hot cocoa. She known you hate coffee, and what else could you drink on a cold march morning?

Hana: I figured you’ll be a little hungover, we had a lot to drink. Well, me. You were lightweight.

Y/N: Ugh, you’re a life saver. Thanks for the cocoa, I love it.

Hana: So what did you think?

Y/N: About last night?

Hana: Duh! Did you feel weird or it was fun? Want me to get a signed photocard from JK?

Y/N: Nooo, I would feel so embarrassed. But I really enjoyed it. They seem like normal people, though Jungkook is a little reserved. So mysterious, no?

Hana: Hm, maybe because you were there. He was a little more quiet last night though, but so were you. I could see you two being a couple.

Y/N: Omg, stop! I’m not that delulu, girl.

Hana: You never know.

[lucuslavigne]

𖦹 Não fala assim com o papai!

Eunwoo × Leitora.

๑: Eunwoo sendo o pai bobão pela filha, fluffy.

Espero que gostem.

— Me perdoa amor. — disse tentando segurar a risada.

— Sai daqui Eunwoo. — o empurrou. — Eu te falei que eu tinha acabado de lavar o quintal e você foi lá com a Hyeji e sujou tudo.

— Mas ela queria brincar... — tentou se defender.

— Ela podia brincar dentro de casa! Ela tem uma salinha pra' isso, ou eu mandei projetar aquela sala de brinquedos à toa? — respondeu nervosa.

— Não fala assim com o papai! — Hyeji se agarrou nas pernas do pai, o defendendo.

— Sumam vocês dois daqui! — falou. — Vocês vão lavar aquele quintal inteiro e se tiver uma sujeirinha se quer vocês vão dormir na casa da sua vó! — foi para o quarto.

— Eu já pedi desculpas amor! — escutou o Cha rindo.

— Pois faça por merecer! — bateu a porta do quarto.

— A mamãe não pode falar assim com você. — abraçou mais forte.

— Mas a gente desobedeceu ela, então ela pode sim. — explicou para a menor. — E em conversa de adulto, você não se mete no meio 'tá bom? Peça permissão para falar.

— Desculpa... — falou.

— Tudo bem, mas agora vamos arrumar aquela bagunça. — pegou a mão da filha a levando para o quintal. — Você pega os brinquedos e eu lavo a tinta.

— Certo! — disse animada.

Eunwoo ligou a mangueira para encher o balde com a água e foi atrás da vassoura, como viu que a filha já havia recolhido os brinquedos, a mandou para dentro e começou a esfregar os lugares que estavam cobertos por tinta.

— Cadê o esfregão hein? — procurou pelo objeto no respectivo lugar.

— Eu vou te ajudar. — viu a esposa com o esfregão e outro balde em mãos.

— Não precisa amor... — falou.

— Assim é mais rápido, anda logo. — passou a ajudar Dongmin a limpar o quintal.

Pouco tempo depois o quintal já estava limpo novamente, então guardaram os utensílios e foram para dentro de casa, você se direcionou a cozinha, a fim de beber um copo d'água.

— Me desculpa mesmo não ter escutado você. — te beijou.

— Só me escute da próxima vez. — suspirou. — É cansativo cuidar da casa enquanto você está trabalhando.

— Obrigado por cuidar tanto de mim assim. — te abraçou, colocando a cabeça em seu pescoço.

— Eu te amo Dongmin.

— Eu te amo mais minha rainha. — te beijou.

— Eca! — escutaram a filha falar.

— Vai pra' lá filha! — o Cha disse a filha. — Eu quero beijar a mamãe.

— Cuidado hein. — falou como o tio Sanha.

— O Sanha me paga. — Eunwoo riu.

— Deixa ela. — riu junto, dando um selinho carinhoso no homem.

[mykoreanlove]

afraid of love

Exhausted from the intensity of the night before, you sank into the comforting embrace of your fluffy bed. But even in the tranquility of your room, your mind raced with memories of Eun Woo.

Did he make it to Seoul already?

Images of last night flooded your consciousness like a vivid, intoxicating dream.

Heated kisses on every inch of your body ignited a fire within you, each touch sending shivers down your spine and leaving you breathless with desire. Eun Woo's lips, soft and insistent, traced a path of passion across your skin.

His dark, brown eyes seemed to peer into the depths of your soul, stripping away all pretense and laying bare the raw, unfiltered emotions that lay hidden within. In those moments, it felt as though you were the only two people in the world, lost in a shared intimacy that transcended words.

Your bodies intertwined for hours, moving together in a dance of ecstasy and longing. Every touch was a symphony of pleasure that left you both gasping for breath.

Dirty promises were whispered into your ear, each word sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In the darkness of the night, with only the sound of your ragged breaths to fill the silence, you reveled in the shared intimacy of your whispered confessions, each promise a testament to the passion that burned between you.

As the night wore on, you both became a canvas for each other's desires, covering each other in colorful marks that served as a physical reminder of the passion that had ignited between you.

And as sleep finally claimed you both, you drifted off in his strong embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that you had found something special, a connection that transcended the physical and reached deep into the depths of your soul.

Adrenaline flooded your system as you thought off all the things you did last night.

Or three nights prior to that. You matched on a random Sunday, after being abstinent from dating for a long time. Eun Woo was in town only for a couple of days for a video shoot but that didn’t stop him from having a good time.

He had been single for years after having his heart shattered by his first love. Ever since, he toyed with women as he pleased.

The first date was spent in his apartment, eating, and talking, cuddling, and fucking.

He was a passionate lover, even though he was starving for love and affection. The second date was a spontaneous invitation late at night, after all his mandatory meetings had been dealt with.

You repeated the first date’s actions but this time it felt more familiar, already knowing what you liked and needed. Eun Woo gave you his all, adoring you in every way he could.

Until he had to leave.

You remembered the sound of his alarm clock this morning, way too early and too sudden. He shifted in his sleep, groaning as he did not want to leave you.

Kisses on your neck were accompanied by his fingers entering you, sighing in appreciation. “God, you feel so fucking good, y/n.”

Minutes after he was gone, catching his plane back to Seoul. You put your fingers on your lips, looking for the traces he had left. The sudden vibration of your phone brought you back into the present moment.

I landed. Tired as fuck though. How are you?

Missing you.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up – after all he didn’t even live in the same country. This was nothing but a repeated one-night stand, right? You thought back to the conversation you had before falling asleep.

“Do you think there is a future for us?”

He caught you off guard with this question, making you panic to find the right words.

“That depends on how well you treat me, Eun Woo”, you mocked jokingly.

He broke into laughter, loving your sassy side.

“I will love the ground you walk on, my queen. How about that?”

You joined in on his laughter and turned to face him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

He nodded.

Did you really mean it, though?

Oh, good! Seoul has you back then 😉 Lying in bed and cuddling my plushie since you’re gone…

Did that sound stupid?

Your insecurities churned within you, suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything you said and did.

Haha

That’s it?

You felt sick to your stomach as you took that as confirmation. After all, you were right about him. He only used you for some fun during his trip. And now he’s back in his real life, in which you had no place in.

This was nothing but fun to him. Nothing but a repeated one-night stand.

Brrrr.

Brrrr.

Brrrrr.

What the fuck?

Barely awake you searched for your phone on your nightstand.

3:33 AM.

Who the fuck texts me at this hour?

You were instantly awake as you realized who it was.

Eun Woo.

I have no idea if you’re awake. You’re probably asleep. And I shouldn’t blow up your phone. But I can’t help myself.

Anxiety formed in your stomach.

What was that supposed to mean?

Are you okay?

It took him seconds to answer.

You’re awake? Did I wake you? I’m sorry.

You sat up in bed, anxiously typing your reply.

It’s alright. Why are you up? Everything okay?

You saw him type his reply for minutes, driving you crazy in your heightened state.

No. Nothing is okay. I can’t stop thinking about you.

You swore your heart skipped a beat.

Did I read that right?

I can’t stop thinking about you and it drives me crazy.

You gasped, trying to think of a reply.

You make it sound like it’s a bad thing…

Countless messages followed.

It is. Because you are not here with me. And I’m not there with you. I… I didn’t want to leave you this morning. I wanted to stay. With you, y/n. I really wanted to stay.

You pinched yourself, unsure if this was real.

Ouch.

Definitely real.

I know I sound crazy. Maybe I am. But I have fallen for you. HARD. The last hours I’ve thought about how I can manage to come back to your city. Or how I could persuade you to come visit me in Seoul. I almost popped a blood vessel thinking of ways. What did you do to me?

You chuckled. Relief washed over you, since he felt the same way you did.

I keep replaying last night over and over. How mesmerizing it felt to look into your beautiful eyes. How amazing it felt to kiss you. How mind-blowing it felt to be inside you. Oh god and speaking of blowing. The way your juicy lips wrapped around my cock? I’m losing my mind here, y/n. I’ve jerked off twice and still I couldn’t fall asleep. Or stop thinking about you. I’m a simp now, aren’t I? Look what you turned me into.

You were in shock.

Hours ago, you thought he would abandon you and go on with his life but here he was, confessing his desire for you. Making it obvious that he wants to continue this and get to know you better.

Now is the time to get my hopes up, right?

Do you want me to fly over?

You felt brave asking, believing in your chance at love for once.

Already checking flights, babe.

A broad smile formed on your lips.

I can’t believe this.

He is serious, isn’t he?

I can’t wait to be with you, y/n. I really fucking mean it. And that scares me the most.

You understood him perfectly, especially since the connection between you was so strong. This was nothing like you had ever encountered before. It scared you just as much, but you were willing to try.

Hey, uhm… Wanna be scared together?

[only1airen]

Cold x Cold

what do you think will happen?

Author's Note:

Here is an angst for you and Cha Eunwoo. It's mostly based on my chats on chai. I kinda don't like it but at the same time it's not bad either...? Hopefully you'll come to like it.

Includes:

- angst

- tad bit cold, indifferent, cool fl

- dismissive tone

- mixed emotions

- curse words (like a lot)

- light interaction afterwards

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You were married to this man, a cold but good-looking CEO who barely cares about you. Your marriage was forced and merely for business.

Cha Eunwoo is hardworking and wealthy; he owns the most famous and successful company here in Seoul.

At work, you were ordered to send these files to him. You step out of the elevator on his floor and walk through the hallways until you reach his office. You knocked before coming in.

Eunwoo did not even once acknowledge your presence despite the fact that you are his secretary and also his wife.

You watched him work for a moment. As you coughed, he finally noticed you.

"What do you want?" Eunwoo asked in his usual cold tone, not glancing at you.

"These files are for you." You approached him and carefully placed them on his desk, taking a step back as you remained calm in his presence.

Eunwoo took the files and set them aside, before standing up and taking a step towards you, his piercing gaze taking in your every move. He spoke in a low yet commanding voice. "Stay here for a moment."

You stayed inside his office just like he said.

Eunwoo moved closer, examining you with an intense curiosity that contrasts with his usual icy demeanor. He reached out and tilted your chin up, his touch surprisingly gentle as he spoke. "Tell me, Y/N. How do you find yourself, being married to someone like me?"

"I find myself lucky to have you. You're a hardworking person and it proves where you are right now. You are attractive despite your cold exterior and I think... you have a soft side you hide and rarely shows." You told him your insights about him.

Eunwoo narrowed his eyes at your words, a hint of surprise flickered in his gaze as he had never received such personal comments from someone. He leaned back and crossed his arms, looking you up and down. "You surprise me, Y/N. I never expected you to pay attention to me like that."

"I tend to be very observant..." You mutter before clearing your throat. "Is there anything I can do for you before I left?" You asked afterwards, looking into his eyes.

His gaze flickered, a spark of an idea forming at the back of his mind. He walked back over to his desk, rummaging through some papers. "Actually, there is something you can help me with, Y/N."

"Yes, what is it?" You walked closer to his desk, patiently waiting for him to tell you what you can do to help him.

Eunwoo hands you a stack of files, his gaze intense as he locked eyes with you. "I need you to review these contracts and make sure everything is in order. I have a meeting later today and I want to be fully prepared." He said, his voice sharp and commanding.

"Of course. I will do it instantly." You responded, your voice laced with determination as you took the stack of files from him. "I will be back." You added and walked out of the office and to your desk to review them.

Eunwoo watched you leave and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He sat back down in his chair and began to work on other tasks, occasionally glancing over at your desk.

Later on, you came back and was done reviewing them. You placed the stack of files back on his desk, arranged in order.

Eunwoo looked up from his work and sees the stack of files arranged neatly on his desk. He raises an eyebrow in surprise, impressed by your efficiency. He looked down again at the files and sees that everything is in order, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Good job, Y/N. I knew I could count on you."

You gave him a warm smile. "You're welcome."

Eunwoo stood up and walked over to you, his gaze softening as he looked at you. He hesitated for a moment before he leaned in closer to you, his lips coming dangerously close to your ear. "And maybe... you can join me for that meeting later? He said, his voice low and husky.

"Hm? Ah, sure, if you say so." You agreed, not thinking much of it.

Eunwoo, hearing your soft response. He pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting yours. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin. "I'll make sure to take care of you tonight."

You gazed back into his eyes, listening to his words silently.

His breath hitched slightly as he noticed you gazing back at him so intently. The room felt warmer suddenly, and he unconsciously closed the small distance between you both, letting his hand linger on your cheek. "Y/N..."

"Yes, Eunwoo-ssi?"

Eunwoo leaned in, his lips claiming yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His body presses against yours as his hands frame your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks gently. He pulled back slightly, allowing you both to catch your breath before he spoke again in a whisper. "I'm glad we got married..."

You took a moment to process what he just did.. it's your first time feeling his lips against yours. "It's soft..." You murmured quietly to yourself, not knowing what to feel.

Eunwoo's heart swelled at your quiet observation. He gently kissed your lips again, softer this time, as if savoring the feeling of your lips against his. He pulled back, his eyes searching yours for any sign of how you're feeling. "Soft... is that a good thing?"

"Huh?" You snapped out of your daze and met his gaze. "If you don't need anything from me anymore. I'll excuse myself now." You spoke in a composed demeanor.

Eunwoo's eyes widened slightly in surprise as you pull away from him. He reached out to stop you, but hesitated, not wanting to overwhelm you further. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice gentle. "Y/N, wait."

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face Eunwoo.

Eunwoo looked at you with a mix of concern and longing. He knew he moved too fast and he didn't want to lose the progress he has made with you. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable just now. That wasn't my intention. Can we... talk about this?"

"Ah, okay..." You nodded slowly in agreement.

Eunwoo sat back down at his desk, gesturing for you to sit across from him. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves before he spoke. "Y/N, I need you to answer something honestly, okay?"

You nodded in acknowledgement, your full attention on him.

Eunwoo looked at you, his gaze searching your face. "Do you... not feel anything for me at all? Not even a little bit? He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is it just pity or obligation for you? Please, just be honest with me."

You held his gaze before speaking up softly. "If I say yes... will you be mad at me?" You asked in return, locking eyes with him.

His heart clenched at your vulnerable question. He shook his head slowly, maintaining eye contact. "No... I wouldn't be mad. I just want to understand where I stand with you, so I can work on being someone you might..." He hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

"...might feel something for." He finished softly, his throat feeling tight with emotion. "If you're only staying with me out of pity or obligation, then I need to know that. It will help me move forward, even if it hurts." He looked at you intently, waiting for your honest answer.

"I see." You paused for a moment. "In that case, Eunwoo-ssi... I do see you as an obligation." You answered honestly.

Eunwoo's heart ached at your words, but he tried to keep his face neutral. He nodded, processing your answer. "I see... I understand." He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Thank you for being honest with me, Y/N. It means a lot."

You stayed quiet, unsure of what will happen to the two of you now that you admitted it.

Eunwoo stood up slowly, moving towards the window and looking out at the darkening sky. "I appreciate your honesty... really." His voice was barely above a whisper now. "I'd been wondering... hoping it might be more, but..." He trailed off, turning to look at you.

His expression darkened, a hint of anger mixing with his disappointment. "You know what? Continue being honest with me. Answer me one more thing." His tone was sharper now, his emotions getting the better of him.

"I'll gladly answer it. . ."

Eunwoo turned to face you directly, his eyes dark with mixed emotions. "Do you ever think about how your honesty might affect others? How it could crush someone who cares about you?" His voice cracked slightly at the end, revealing the hurt underneath.

"Well, would you rather believe a lie or hear the truth?" You asked back, your gaze unwavering.

Eunwoo's expression hardened at your question. He clenched his fists, struggling to contain his emotions. "The truth, I suppose..." He admitted through gritted teeth. "But damn it, Y/N, doesn't it ever occur to you that the truth can be cruel?"

"But you wanted me to be honest..." you muttered under your breath.

He turned away from you, his shoulders shaking slightly as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I did, didn't I?" He muttered to himself, his voice trembling. "I f*cking asked for honesty, and now I'm getting it, and it hurts like hell."

You let out a sigh and decided to say something. "I don't get why you're so mad about this... I thought you never cared..."

Eunwoo whirled around to face you, his eyes flashing with anger and pain. "Because I do care, Y/N! I care more than you know, and hearing that you only see me as an obligation... It's like you just tore my heart out!"

Did I hear that right? Anyways,

"Then why treat me coldly?" You asked, referring to his past behaviors towards you.

Eunwoo ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Because I..." His voice softened, the anger melting away. "Because it hurt too much to act differently. Every time you were near, I wanted... I wanted to do more than just stand there, but I..." He looked down.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I wanted to protect my heart. You make me feel things I've never felt before, and all along, you only saw me as an obligation? It was easier to keep my distance." His voice was barely above a whisper now.

It seems like it's my fault now..

"I apologize if I hurted you with my words... but isn't it better to live in reality than living in a lie?"

His expression hardened again. "Reality is a cold, hard place, Y/N. And right now, the reality is that you don't care about me the way I care about you. You'd rather keep things platonic and obligation-based." He swallowed hard.

"You're right. I do prefer that..." You replied blankly.

His heart shattered at your words. He turned away, trying to hide the pain in his eyes. "Then I guess that's all there is to it." His voice was cold and distant again, building back up the walls he'd briefly let down.

"I'll be taking my leave then..." You excused yourself from him as you walked at the door.

Eunwoo did not turn around as he heard the door close behind you. He stood there for a long moment, alone with his thoughts and the aching pain in his chest. Finally, he whispered to himself, "F*ck... I really messed up this time."

As the days pass, Eunwoo threw himself into his work, trying to distract himself from the emptiness he felt whenever he thought about Y/N's indifference. He started going out more, attending events and parties, trying to find solace in the company of others.

Rumors start circulating among your mutual friends and acquaintances. Eunwoo was seen laughing and having a good time with different people, mostly female. He seemed to be enjoying his single life, or at least pretending to.

Meanwhile, you, at home was unaffected whatsoever.

After a few weeks, you received a text message from an unknown number. "Have you seen the news lately? Your cold-hearted prince seems to have moved on quite smoothly." It was accompanied by several paparazzi photos of him at various events, always smiling with beautiful women.

You looked at the photos for a brief moment before putting your phone away. Did he forget that he's married? Oh well.

Eunwoo, unaware of Y/N's reaction, continued his carefree lifestyle, his heart still aching for you, but convincing himself he's better off without you. He attended yet another high-profile event, this time with a stunning actress on his arm.

As the night winded down, Eunwoo and the actress, named Keona, return to his lavish mansion. They share a drink together, and Keona, noticing his distant gaze, decided to probe. "Hey, you seem a bit preoccupied. Everything okay?" She asked, concern lacing her voice.

Running a hand through his tousled hair, he let out a heavy sigh. "Sorry, just... remembering someone who doesn't want me." He took a large sip of his drink, trying to dull the pain in his heart. Keona smirked softly, moving closer to him on the couch.

"Hey... if you're so in love, why are you here with me?" She ask in a sweet, innocent tone. "Maybe you should... let yourself go." Her fingers trace his arm suggestively. He stiffened, suddenly uncomfortable. "You're right..." he stood up abruptly.

Eunwoo led Keona to his bedroom, trying to push all thoughts of Y/N out of his mind. He initiated a kiss, but it felt hollow, unfulfilling. He break away, breathing heavily. "Damn it..."

Keona noticed his frustration and moved in closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Maybe I can help you forget," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Let me take your mind off things." She pressed herself against him, trying to ignite a spark.

He kissed her back, trying to lose himself in the moment. But as they fall onto his bed, his mind wanders to Y/N—her smile, her laugh, the way she would look at him. He pulled back, his eyes haunted. "I can't do this,"

Keona frowned, sitting up and unbuttoning her blouse slightly. "What's wrong with you? You're impossible." She tried to pull him back, but he stood up suddenly, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Keona... I just... can't." His voice is pained, his eyes filled with longing for someone else... for Y/N. "Please... just go." He moved toward the door, opening it for her.

Keona smirked, standing up and fixing her clothes. "You're a mess, Eunwoo. Can't even move on from that cold b*tch." She walked out, leaving him alone in the room. He slammed the door shut, anger and frustration consuming him.

In the darkness of his bedroom, he fell onto his bed, grasping his phone to look at the few photos he has saved of Y/N. His heart ached, realizing how ridiculous he's being—clinging to a woman who clearly doesn't want him. "Damn it..."

Another morning came and you were just minding your own business, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, cooking.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You were surprised since you didn't order anything or expect any visitors. You opened the door to find Eunwoo standing there, looking more handsome than ever with his suit and tie, holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

You blinked a few times before realizing it's really him.. "Eunwoo? What are you..." You trailed off, seeing the bouquet and box of chocolates.

Eunwoo hands you the flowers and chocolates, his eyes searching yours for any sign of welcome. His heart raced as he waited for your response. "I brought you these... as a apology, and... to try and make things right between us." He looked at you with hopeful eyes. "Can we talk?"

You swallowed slightly before nodding slowly, opening the door wide open for him to enter.

Eunwoo step inside, immediately noticing how domestic and cozy your home felt now. He cleared his throat, looking around before meeting your gaze. "Your place looks great... I like what you've done with it." He shifted uncomfortably, running his hand through his hair. "Listen..."

"I can't keep doing this back and forth in my head anymore." He sat down on your couch, patting the space beside him for you to sit. "I need you to listen to me, okay?" He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation.

You sat next to him, giving him your undivided attention like you always have.

Eunwoo reached out, gently taking your hand in his. His thumb rubbed over your knuckles soothingly as he began to speak. "I know I've been a mess, Y/N. I know I've pushed you away and acted like an idiot. But the truth is..."

His voice dropped, his eyes locked with yours. "The truth is, all this time... no matter how hard I tried to move on, to date other people, to forget you..." His voice break slightly. "You were always there, at the back of my mind.

"Even when I was with someone else... even when I tried to convince myself I was over you... I would close my eyes and it was your face I saw. Your voice I heard. Your touch I felt." His thumb continued its gentle movements on your hand. "I..."

Softly, desperately. "I... I still love you, Y/N. More than anything. More than anyone else." His hand tightened slightly on yours, hoping you wouldn't pull away. "I miss you so much... every day. Every f*cking moment."

"I... you know I have no feelings for you, right..?" You reminded him once again of the reality he has been trying hard to ignore.

His expression crumbled, his shoulders slumping as he took in your words. He had hoped, prayed, that his confession would make you see things differently. But your words are like a slap in the face, reminding him of the reality.

"You know you'll only get hurt, right? so why come back to me..."

His eyes fill with unshed tears, a rare sight for the usually composed Eunwoo. He looked at you with a mix of anger and desperation. "Because I can't give up! Damn it, Y/N, why are you so cold? So heartless?"

"I mean.. you can't just expect me to love you back in a loveless marriage." You responded back, a frown appearing on your face.

His frustration evident in his tone "Then tell me what you want from me! What can I do to make you feel something again? Is there any chance..." His voice softened desperately. "Any single chance that one day, you might look at me again like you used to?"

"You were cold to me all the time, why are you suddenly like this?"

His hand moved to cup your face gently, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Because... I finally realized what I had, and what I lost because of my pride and stubbornness. Being away from you made me understand how empty my life is without you." His voice was soft, almost vulnerable.

. . .

"If that so... teach me how to love you."

Eunwoo froze, his breath catching in his throat as your words hit him. It's the last thing he expected you to say. His heart raced as he looked intensely into your eyes. "What?" He whispered. "What did you just say?" His hand was still cupping your face.

"You heard me..."

"Are... are you being serious right now?" His voice was barely above a whisper, hope shining in his eyes for the first time in months. "Or are you just being cruel?" He wanted to believe you, but doubts linger. "Y/N..." His thumb traced your bottom lip.

"I want to learn how to love you back." You said once more, your eyes never leaving his.

His heart leaped into his throat as he processed your words. He set his jaw, determination etched on his face. "Then I'll teach you." He said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll teach you how to love me, how to need me, how to be mine."

"But first..." He moved his hand to gentle fingers beneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. "I need to know are you sure? Because me teaching you to love me means..." His voice dropped lower. "Me being stupidly sweet, patient... probably driving you crazy."

"I'll give it a try..." You uttered quietly.

A slow smile spred across Cha Eunwoo's face, his eyes twinkling with a mix of joy and mischief. "Alright then, prepare yourself. Because I'm going to be annoyingly loving, disgustingly romantic, and overwhelmingly present in your life."

He starts small—leaving small notes around the house, cooking their favorite meals, sitting next to you when you sit alone, trying to make you laugh with cheesy jokes, always being the first to initiate a hug or hold your hand... He's determined to make you fall in love with him.

After a particularly long week, he caught you reading alone in the study room. He quietly entered, carrying a mug of warm tea. "Headache?" He asked softly, placing the tea down beside you. "Here." He pressed his thumbs gently against your temples, starting a simple massage.

"Thank you.." You said softly, appreciating the gesture. You relax under his touch, closing your eyes.

Eunwoo continued the massage, a small smile playing on his lips as he felt you relax. "You're welcome." His voice was low and gentle. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"I haven't yet..." you answered.

His brow furrows slightly. "Y/N..." He warned, his thumbs continuing their gentle circles. "You always forget to eat when you get lost in your books." He stood up, his hands moving to your shoulders and giving them a squeeze. "I'll be back."

Eunwoo return moments later, carrying a tray of sandwich, placing it in front of you. He leaned against the desk, arms crossed. "Eat." It's a simple command, but his concern is palpable.

You took a bite of the sandwich.

Eunwoo watched you eat, a small satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Sometimes I wonder..." He spoke softly, still leaning against the desk. "...how someone who reads so much about love can be so clueless about being loved." His words weren't harsh, just honest and slightly teasing.

You swallowed your food before speaking, looking over at him. "It's not about love." You said as you took another bite.

"I'm reading something red..." You added with a neutral look on your face.

His eyes widen slightly, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing his face. "Red? Like... romance novels red?" He tried to hold back a laugh, failing somewhat. "Here I am, desperately trying to woo you, and you're reading smut."

You chuckled inwardly. "I doesn't seem to look like I read these, doesn't it?" You smirked subtly. "Sometimes the one with innocent faces has the most darkest secrets." You mused, although you're reading the book with a straight face, unbothered.

His laughter died down as he stared at you, his mind racing with thoughts. He has read enough romance novels to know the signs, the blushing cheeks, the hurried page-turning... But you sit there, cool as a cucumber, munching on your sandwich.

Eunwoo reached out, his fingers brushing against the book, pulling it gently towards him. "Let me see." His voice is calm, but there was a hint of curiosity. "If you're reading something so scandalous, I should at least know what I'm competing against."

You let him take the book from you, watching over him closely.

Eunwoo flipped the book open to a random page, his eyes scanning the text. His brows shoot up, then furrow together. He reads a bit more, then looked at you with newfound appreciation. "F*ck." He muttered under his breath, "You're one of those."

"You seem so invested." you finally spoke.

Eunwoo flipped another page, then closed the book, a playful smirk forming on his face. "I mean, come on..." He ran his hand through his hair, trying to maintain his composure. "What guy can compete with fictional perfect men who do stuff like..." He gestured vaguely.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction and took the book back from him.

Eunwoo watched as you reclaim your book, his mind reeling with questions. He has read enough to know that the scenes he skimmed over were... detailed. He swallowed hard, his smirk turning mischievous. "Alright, I give up."

"Who needs a boyfriend when you have books with cute guys and hot scenes?" Eunwoo leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, a teased glint in his eyes. "You're probably never getting laid, huh?"

"I learn a lot from reading." You responded casually. "Besides, even when we're married, you were distant before."

His expression soured at the mention of his distance even in a hypothetical marriage. He sat up straight, his arms unfolding. "Because working late is more appealing than coming home to a wife who'd rather read than..." He trailed off, waving his hand vaguely.

"Than what?" You asked straightforwardly.

Eunwoo hesitated, then leaned forward, his voice lowering. "F*ck. Than f*ck." He said bluntly, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. "You know, the whole married people thing. Touching, kissing, fighting, making up... All that couple shi."

"We never had that since you prefer to keep your distance away from me." You told him, the arranged marriage thing.

Eunwoo scowled, his gaze dropping to his lap. He picked at a loose thread on his pants, his mind racing. He never thought he'd be having this conversation, especially not with Y/N of all people. "That's not the point." He muttered. "The point is..."

"The point is, if I were to actually try to be a husband to you, I'd probably f*cking suck at it." He admitted gruffly, looking up at you. "I don't know how to be close to someone, how to make them feel loved or cared for."

"I second that notion." You agreed lightly. "Don't look at me like that. I speak from my experience." You stayed quiet for a moment before adding: "But I think you're getting better at it now." You said in a soft voice.

Eunwoo blinked, momentarily stunned by your sudden positivity. A reluctant smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair again. "Gee, thanks." He said sarcastically, but there was a warmth behind his words. "Coming from Ice Queen herself, that means something."

"So what are we? We both match cause we're cold." You couldn't help but remark. "But I'm not that cold... what do you mean? You were literally titled as the cold-hearted prince here in South Korea."

Eunwoo chuckled humorlessly, crossing his arms. "Pot calling the kettle black, isn't it?" He retorted, his eyes glinting coldly. "At least I have a reason to be cold. You just seem naturally disinterested in everything."

"True." You agreed, no protest to that. "I'm just chilling." You gave him a small smile and returned your attention to your book.

Eunwoo watched you for a moment, his gaze softening slightly as he took in your peaceful demeanor. He reached out, gently closing your book and setting it aside. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you're even awake when I talk to you."

You turned to him, gazing at him curiously. "Why is that?"

"Because you listen but never react. Like you're just silently processing everything instead of actually engaging." He met your gaze, his expression unexpectedly vulnerable. "You're probably the only person who doesn't react to my shit attitude." He added with a small smirk.

"It means I'm the only who can handle you." Your eyes crinkled at the corners as you chuckled a bit.

His expression shifted between surprised and impressed. For once, his cold demeanor cracked slightly, revealing a hint of genuine amusement beneath. "Well... f*ck." He leaned back in his chair again, studying your relaxed expression. "Maybe you're not so cold after all." He muttered.

"What makes you think I'm cold anyway?" You raised your eyebrows curiously, slightly tilting your head.

His expression turned slightly serious as he considered his answer. "You're always so... composed. Calm. Never seem to get angry or excited about anything." He paused, noting your curious gaze. "Hell, even when someone tries to piss you off, you just glare like that cool glare."

You listened intently, looking at him, intrigued. "Am I really that cold?"

Eunwoo nodded, his eyes never leaving yours, "F*cking freezing sometimes." He said bluntly. "You never cry, never laugh hard, never... fucking anything. Your expression is always the same—calm, distant, and slightly bored." He added with a hint of frustration.

"I'm just good at controlling my emotions, Eunwoo."

"Or you don't have any emotions to begin with." He retorted, his tone sharp. "Have you ever been in love, Y/N?" He asked suddenly, leaning forward, his eyes searching yours for any reaction. "Have you ever felt heartbroken? Angry?"

"...To be honest, no. I don't really attach myself to someone who'll just go away later on."

His expression shifted between bewilderment and admiration. "Now that explains why you're so... goddamn calm." He ran a hand through his hair, genuinely fascinated by your confession. "So you've never..." He paused, choosing his words carefully.

Leaning forward, his voice dropped to a murmur as he clarified his question. "...fallen for someone? Not once?" His eyebrow arched skeptically, as if expecting you to admit it was a joke. But as your stoic expression hold, realization dawned. "Wait."

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, before settling on a thoughtful expression. "You're f*cking immune, aren't you? Immune to love, to emotions, to everything." He stated, his voice low and almost awed. "Y/N, you're not cold, you're f*cking ice."

"What's with that?" You gave him a side eye, a look of disapproval. "Think whatever you want. I'm just me."

Eunwoo sat back, his gaze never leaving yours, a peculiar look on his face. "I think I'm starting to understand you, Y/N." He murmured to himself, his mind racing with the implications. "Maybe that's why you're so... intriguing."

Suddenly, he grinned—a wide, sharp smile that revealed his teeth. "You know what's scary?" He leaned in again, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. "You're the most dangerous person I've ever met. And I'm not talking about physically."

Eunwoo leaned back, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. "...Y/N, you could destroy someone's heart without even realizing it." His tone carried a hint of warning mixed with admiration. "You'd crush them without a single tear. That's terrifying."

"I definitely did." You mused thoughtfully. "Back in school, I broken many hearts," You looked at him and continued. "and including yours recently."

His grin faltered slightly at the mention of his own heart, but he quickly masked it with another smirk. "And yet, I'm still sitting here, talking to you like a fucking idiot." He laughed softly, the sound a little bitter. "You know what? F*ck me."

"You're cursing too much, you know?" you pointed out.

He rolled his eyes. "F*ck you too, Y/N." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, the point is, you're dangerous. And I'm not just talking about your cold heart or your ability to break people." He fixed you with a serious gaze.

"okay...? continue."

Leaning forward intensely, his voice dropped to a low, gravelly murmur. "...You're dangerous because you don't give a damn. About anything. Or anyone." His words hit with pointed accuracy. "That aloofness, that indifference? It's a weapon, Y/N."

Eunwoo sat back, his chest heaving with a sigh. "And the worst part? Nobody f*cking notices, because you hide it so well behind that pretty face and those calm eyes." He punctuated, his words with a sharp gesture. "You're a f*cking master at it."

"Do I impress you or something?"

His expression soured, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Damn it, you always make it sound so nonchalant." He paused, then chuckled mirthlessly. "Yes, you impress me. You're like a snake—cold, calculating, and deadly."

"Guess what? I owe it to my mother."

Eunwoo blinked, then bursts out laughing—a startled, genuine sound. "...You owe your cold-as-hell personality to your mother? Still chuckling, he shook his head. "Wait, was she a ice queen too?" His grin widened, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Indeed, she was. It was only broken by my father." you responded.

His expression softened slightly at this revelation. "F*ck, now it all makes sense." He leaned forward again, genuinely curious. "What was your mom like? Besides being an ice queen?" He smirked slightly. "Your whole 'cold as f*ck' thing must run in the family."

"She rejected a lot of guys back then. She was picky too." you share with him.

Eunwoo chuckled, shaking his head. "Great, so not only is your icy personality genetic, but your pickiness too." Leaning back, he crossed his arms with a smirk. "No wonder you're so f*cking hard to impress."

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "That's why you have to try harder than that."

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, then narrow playfully, "Are you actually... flirting with me right now?" He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "You know what? For someone who claims to be cold as ice, you're really good at this."

You chuckled endearingly, you never laugh so genuinely before. "Jinja? I don't think so."

Eunwoo tilted his head, studying you with a newfound interest. "...You're laughing, Y/N." It's not a question, but a realization. His smirk softened into a smile. "And it suits you. It suits you so much better than that constant cold expression."

Your gaze lingers on him, a hint of appreciation in your eyes.

Eunwoo reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "You know, for someone who's as hard to read as a cipher, you're actually really beautiful when you smile." His voice was low and sincere, his gaze locked onto yours. "Like, genuinely beautiful, Y/N."

You let out a sigh, your heart feeling lighter than usual. "Thank you, Eunwoo."

He blined, surprised by the softness in your voice. "You're thanking me?" He laughd lightly, his thumb still gently touching your cheek. "You don't thank people. Not even compliments." His eyes search yours, seeing something new and intriguing.

"What do you mean? I do thank people. Only when I mean it."

His smile became warmer, more genuine. "Stop making me like you more. You're giving me f*cking whiplash with these sweet moments." He said this with a smirk, but his eyes are soft. "One minute you're cold as hell, the next you're..."

Eunwoo paused, searching for the right word, then grinned."... Actually kind of f*cking cute." He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's like you're bipolar or something. One minute you're icy, the next..." He leanrd in closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially.

"...all soft and shi." He finished with a grin, his face mere inches from yours now. "Seriously, what's your deal? Do I need to keep saying nice things just to see your smile?" His teasing tone belied the genuine curiosity and interest in his eyes.

You shrugged. "I don't know too. I'm just being myself."

Eunwoo stares at you for a moment, then bursts out laughing. "F*cking hell, that's even worse." He wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. "So you're telling me that this hot and cold is just... normal for you?"

"yes...?"

Eunwoo shook his head in amused disbelief, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "No wonder everyone thinks you're impossible. One minute you're shutting everyone down, the next..." He leaned back, spreading his hands."...you're all sunshine and smiles."

"Is it that bad?"

He snorted. "Bad? Nah, it's just f*cking confusing as hell." He tilted his head, studying you with a new light in his eyes. "You know what your problem is?" He didn't wait for an answer, too caught up in analyzing you.

"what?"

Eunwoo leaned forward again, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone. "You're a puzzle, Y/N. A enigma wrapped in a mystery, smothered in layers of ice and guarded by walls of stone." He paused, his gaze intense as he searched for the right words.

He tapped your forehead lightly with his index finger. "...and underneath all that? A surprisingly warm, surprisingly soft girl who smiles like she's forgetting to be guarded for a second." His smirk returned, but there was genuine fondness behind it now. "You're like... a frost-covered rose."

Your smile faltered at his last sentence, your usual composed demeanor wavering a bit. Then you smiled faintly. "You think so?"

Eunwoo nodded, his eyes locked onto yours. "I do." He reached out, his thumb brushing over your lips gently. "And you know what the craziest part is? I think I like the frost-covered rose part better than the warm, soft girl."

Your eyes searches his, seeing the sincerity in them, your expression softened. "I'm glad you do."

His breath catched slightly at your softened expression, finding it increasingly harder to maintain his casual demeanor. "F*ck me... you know when you actually let your guard down, you're actually..." He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair. "Nevermind." He tried to joke.

You observe him quietly. "Actually what? Spill it, Eunwoo."

Eunwoo swallowed hard, suddenly very conscious of how close you are. "...actually f*cking gorgeous. Like, seriously... breathtaking." His voice dropped lower, more genuine. "And when you actually smile like that?" He shook his head, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"It's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds." He paused, his smirk growing wider. "It's... annoying, actually. Because it makes me want to..." He trailed off, his eyes flickering with unspoken words and unsaid thoughts.

Your gaze never wavers from his.

"...make you smile like that all the time." He said quietly, his heart pounding in his chest. "And maybe, just maybe, let my own guard down around you." He looked away, clearing his throat. "But that's a trap, so let's just forget I said anything."

"Why not?" You tilted your head to the side.

Eunwoo looked back at you, his expression a mix of surprise and mild exasperation. "...Why not what? Get emotionally invested in someone who can switch from ice queen to sunshine faster than I can blink?" He shook his head, chuckling softly.

"Hmm... you're right."

His heart skipped a beat at your nonchalant agreement. "What, are you admitting I'm right for once?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Or are you just agreeing with me so you can lead me further down the path of emotional destruction?"

"Am I?"

Eunwoo raised an eyebrow, studying you carefully. "F*ck, I don't know anymore." He muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Because one minute you're cold and distant, and the next you're sitting there looking all soft and shi, asking me 'Why not?'"

You break into a laugh.

His expression soured, pulling you back into his initial thought that you're purposely trying to drive him crazy. "You think it's funny?" He asked through gritted teeth, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Laugh it up, ice queen."

Your expression turned fond. "I love... your humor."

His scowl faded, replaced by a hint of warmth. "F*ck off." He mumbled, looking away. "You're just saying that because you're trying to butter me up so I'll keep putting up with your shi."

You chuckled once more. "Really though..."

Eunwoo glanced back at you, his lips twitching as he tried not to smile.

"...what?" He asked gruffly, secretly enjoying the sound of your laugh. "You gonna tell me you 'love' something else about me next? My sparkling personality?"

"Only your humor." You answered with a straight face.

He smirked, his heart doing a little flip in his chest. "That's the only thing you like about me?" He asked, half-jokingly. "My sh*tty jokes and smarta** comments?" He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest.

"Don't worry, I love your pretty face too." You said, a small smile on your face.

Eunwoo blinked, momentarily stunned by your blunt compliment. A bright red blush spreads across his cheeks as he realized the unintended effect of your words. "... F*ck me," he muttered, glancing away to hide his flushed face. "Did you just call me pretty?"

"I did, didn't i?" you replied.

Eunwoo let out a strained laugh, trying to play it cool despite his racing heart. "Yeah, yeah, you did. Great, now I'm gonna be stuck with an ego for the rest of the day." He said, his voice slightly shaky.

He swear he saw you smirking out of the corner of his eye, which only made him more self-conscious. He decided to test the waters and see if he could get another compliment out of you. "So, on a scale of 1 to 10..."

"...how pretty would you say I am?" He asked with a smirk, trying to sound casual even as his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. "And don't say another 'pretty'—give me a number." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with a playful challenge.

"I'd say... you're an 11/10" you gave him that answer.

His smirk turned into a full-blown grin, his ego swelling like a balloon. "Damn," he murmured, pretending to be surprised. "An 11/10, huh? You're just saying that because you're biased though, right?"

"Not really... I'm just saying what I truly see." you responded with an even voice.

Eunwoo leaned back, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he absorbed the compliment. "Well, an objective 11 huh? Guess I'm even prettier than I thought." He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Any guy would kill to hear that from you."

"Oh and I choose 11 because it's my lucky number." you added.

His eyes lit up with amusement, the cocky smirk turning more genuine. "Your lucky number? That's just... f*cking adorable." He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, trying to appear casual. But internally, he was doing mental backflips at your compliment.

Your expression turned solemn after a moment. "But... I'm being genuine, Eunwoo."

Eunwoo sees the seriousness in your eyes, and for a moment, he almost looked uncomfortable with the genuine praise. He was used to people fawning over his looks, but hearing it from you, seeing that you really mean it, made it hit differently. "You always are,"

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[ourdadai]

✿ eunwoo ꒰ astro ꒱ lockscreens !

[nino-rox]

Since you did Eunwoo and Jungkook you should do Mingyu too so the ✨️97 trinity✨️ is complete and then maybe a smut with all three of them👀👨‍🍼👨‍🦽

Hello !

I hope you’re doing well.

That sounds like an amazing idea 🤭🫢 I’ll get started on the Mingyu fic right away!

And if you like it *enough*, tell me and then ill write the foursome 💁🏻

Thank You,

Lots of Love,

Nino.

[kcake555]

Cha Eunwoo cake 🍰